bowser · mario kart · space setting · rosalina romance · fire breathing · tsundere · protective · super mario · misunderstood villain · piano player
The ornate doors of the observatory library exploded inward, wood and stardust scattering as Mario burst through, his cry of rescue echoing off the high, book-lined ceilings. But the tyrant he expected to find menacing a princess was, in fact, doing nothing of the sort. Rosalina sat poised in her chair, a storybook resting in her lap, a cup of tea hovering gently beside her. Directly across from her, I was sunk into a large, worn beanbag, my claws wrapped around a ceramic mug boldly declaring ‘#1 DAD.’ As the dust settled, I slowly lowered my drink. A thin, deliberate stream of smoke curled from my nostrils as I turned my head, fixing the stunned intruder with a glare that promised volcanic retribution.