Bowser & The Darklands Theme:

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Meet Princess Daisy!

Also, here's Daisy's bow and Taraji's swords.

And a redraw of our Warrior Queen 👑

Fiery Love Through Burning Sands Link

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47366782/chapters/119356768#workskin

I hate to ask for help again, but I’m homeless right now.

In the last year, I’ve had to move five times. My parents are both emotionally and verbally abusive, and my sister was frequently physically abusive(on one occasion, leading to an injury that’s left me disabled). My property was destroyed on multiple occasions, I wasn’t allowed to eat, and I was locked out of the house several times. I feared one of those nights, I’d be left in the rain with my phone taken away, and not let back in, no way to contact anyone.

I had to run in the middle of the night a few months back. I left behind more than half of my things and my beloved dog, Dewey(who, up until this week, I was trying to strategize bringing to live with me) because I feared for my immediate safety. What’s worse, when I moved in with a friend right after, I left my suitcases on their fenced-in porch and someone stole one of my four bags, so I lost a quarter of my things less than two weeks after having to leave the rest. My entire life fits in just three suitcases now.

I had been living with a friend and working on getting health care to treat my injuries and get back on track weight-wise, and then get a job as soon as I physically could. But I didn’t have time—our other roommate abandoned us even before the lease was up. I wasn’t making money, and my friend just lost their job due to covid. We couldn’t afford rent in the expensive area we were living in, plus our roommate trashed the apartment before she left and cut contact. We didn’t have the funds to continue living there, so we had to pick everything up before I even got settled and move again.

Both my friend and I are disabled, so they had to leave some of their things behind, and we ended up burning through both of our savings getting out here. The plan was to temporarily crash with their mom, just until we could get an income and money enough to pay for a place of our own. But within three days of being there together, their mom threatened us, verbally abused us, and watched us. She installed multiple cameras, one in a common area and one in our bedroom, and used them both while she was home, to watch us when the door was shut, and while she was at work. She did this without knowledge or consent, and we were entirely unaware we were being watched at first. We spent Thursday night with the door barricaded because neither of us felt safe without it.

Friday, we were kicked out of the apartment with my friend’s cat, and abandoned on the curb with our bags. We had to scramble for money for an Uber and a hotel room, and we ended up waiting for almost three hours at night, when it was 37 degrees. We don’t have money for toiletries, food, or water, and we only have a few days of safety where we’re at.

Please, if anyone can spare even a few bucks to pay for something to eat, and another day or two of warmth and shelter: @/ipetrera on venmo, @/isapetrera on paypal, or our gofundme, which also has pictures attached.

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Meet Kamari

Full name: Kamari Nyathera Ada

Nickname(s): Kami, Kam, Ada*, Nyathera/Nya/Thea*

*Also used by Aslan

Age: 116

Powers: Hydrokenisis+ speciality, Geokenisis+ speciality, Shape shifting, Clairvoyance/ Precognition

Character Description: Kamari is the elder of the Guardians, with dark brown skin and black hair that alternates between thick, long twists and loose afro. Being connected to water and earth, she is more comfortable being on the ground, where she can feel her powers the strongest. Rather reserved and serious, she is also gentle and is always ready to defend those she loves.

Name Meaning:

Kamari: 'Moon'

Nyathera: 'Survivor'

Ada: 'First Daughter'

Magic Weapon: Silver Bangles/ Sickles

*Please note that I cannot draw, so a lot of the artwork has been traced over stencils made available online*

Is the older twin (by three minutes)

Controls water and earth

Was found and adopted by Aslan when she and Omo were three years old after their parents and their original people were slaughtered by the White Witch.

Kami is the only twin that has actually experienced death, after being killed during the White Witch's annihilation attempt.

Is brought back to life by Aslan, hence her middle name ('Survivor')

Connected to nighttime, moon, stars, and is a bit of a night owl.

Likes to hang out with nyads and dryads.

Because of her connection to night, Aslan would teach her the songs of the stars.

Has a talent for weaving, sewing, and anything relating to fabrics of any kind. Likes to make tapestries depicting Narnian stories and history.

Has a loom for her big tapestries as well as a spinning wheel, knitting needles, crochet hooks, sewing and embroidery needles, and thousands of threads and yarns of different fabrics and textures in her possession.

Doesn't like to wear shoes, finds them too constricting and tries to avoid them unless absolutely necessary.

Despite always wearing blue and green, her favorite color is actually a rather dark royal purple. To mark a tapestry or other needlework as hers, she will use that color yarn/thread to stitch her initials into the art piece.

Is more spiritual, receiving visions and dreams about the future.

Is a bit introverted, not really a big people person

Kamari's Spotify Playlist:

Let me know if you want to learn more about Kamari and keep on the lookout for Omondi's coming soon! 😊

So...

I have been thinking of an angst/tragic Bowuigi AU, but I don't know how to write it.

Picture it: Bowuigi, but a Prince of Egypt crossover.

The Koopa Kingdom has already taken over the Mushroom Kingdom and everything else but Sarasaland when Mario and Luigi are separated

Mario arrives and meets Princess Peach while she is in hiding in Sarasaland.

Bowser meets Luigi after he falls in the Darklands and soon they start falling for each other.

Cue wholesome Mama Luigi and Junior moments

Mario and Peach find a way to tell Luigi about what's really going on with Bowser's rule. Luigi is in denial.

Luigi finds out on his own and runs away, also going to Sarasaland.

Bowser's heart is broken.

Luigi is told to convince Bowser to let the Mushroom Kingdom go or face serious consequences (Burning Bush: Stars/Grambi/Rosalina)

Bowser and Luigi reunite, enter Kamek and Kammy (Playing With The Big Boys)

Luigi fails to convince Bowser, Bowser feels betrayed. Double angst

Consequence #1: Water turns to Lava (Water to Blood Plague)

"The Plagues", but replace 'brother' with 'lover'

Bowser & Luigi reunite during darkness plague and have a heart to heart

They love each other still, always have and always will and Bowser is almost convinced.

Enter Junior. He missed his Mama and wants him back, but is also scared of what's happening.

Bowser : "I will not be dictated to. I will not be threatened. I am the morning and evening star. I am Bowser! King of the Koopas!"

Luigi : "Something else is coming, something much worse than anything before. Please, let go of your contempt for life before it destroys everything we hold dear. Think of our son!"

Bowser is hardheaded.

Luigi tells Mushroom Kingdom & others to put a sign on their doors (a star/mushroom/what have you)

Enter Plague 10: Death of the Firstborn

Plague takes every firstborn child in the Koopa Kingdom

Cut to Koopa Castle as one last soul is taken.

The sounds of parents screaming in grief echo through the smoke-filled air.

Out of all the weepings and wailings in the Koopa Kingdom, Bowser and Luigi's are the loudest and most heart wrenching.

Bowser tells Luigi that Mushroom Kingdom and all other kingdoms he's enslaved are free while hunched over their son's dead body.

Luigi: *reaches out hand*

Bowser: *flinches away* "Leave me!"

Luigi leaves, Bowser silently cries as he watches him go.

Luigi starts bawling once more when he gets outside.

Has to keep it in to tell Mario and friends that Bowser is no longer in control of their kingdoms anymore.

Everyone is celebrating, but Luigi silently mourns

If any of you take this idea, please, PLEASE tag me!

Firey Love Through Burning Sands Chapter 4: A King’s Return

The Koopa Kingdom rejoiced at their king's return after weeks of imprisonment, the deafening sound of heavy metal music and warrior chants wafting through the smoke-filled air, making Bowser's tail wag. Despite his current small stature, he hopped to the edge of the clown car to peer over the landscape of his kingdom, eager to indulge in the view.

Contrary to the name, the Darklands wasn't a hellscape of fire and lava, as everyone believed. True, there were some parts of the kingdom that were exactly like that, but that were the lands near his castle and closer to the mainland border since he does live on top of an active volcano. And sure, there were rivers of lava that did flow through the kingdom, but it was never a problem for his people, seeing as most of them were fireproof (or became Dry Bones when set ablaze). The real reason for the name "the Darklands" actually came from the sand that surrounded the kingdom. Due to the constant volcanic activity, the sand was black from the soot and cooled volcanic rock that constantly spewed from his castle. If you were to look at the Koopa Kingdom from above, you would see a beautiful, tropical peninsula surrounded by smaller islands amid a deep, vast ocean that shimmered like sapphires. The land itself was dotted with palm trees and flowers, and as they slowly made their descent, he could make out Shy Guys hauling in the morning catch of Cheep-Cheeps and Blurps and Koopa and Goomba kids playing and dancing on the beach.  

Bowser sighed as he watched them. No doubt about it, he had missed being home. And he just had to see what became of his garden while he was away.

The garden.

His thoughts turned back towards the...dream? Nightmare? Whatever it was, he was seemingly unable to get it out of his mind.

Or the woman that was in it.

Who was she?

Do I know her?

She's got to be some sort of royal, but from which kingdom?

What was that place?

And what the hell was going on with the floating eyes?!

"We're almost to the castle, your Ferociousness," Kamek said, snapping him out of his thoughts.

Sure enough, the outline of the castle was made clear as they soared through the billowing clouds of ash that spewed from the heart of the volcano. When they were a few feet off of the ground, Bowser decided to leap out of the vehicle and landed roughly on the platform that jutted outwards onto a landing deck. Both Kamek and Junior gasped at the sight as the power-up that made him small lost its' potency, and he began to grow in size.

"Ah, much better!" Bowser sighed as he stretched his now giant limbs, a few joints cracking as he stood up straight.

As Kamek drove the clown car toward the castle's hangar, Junior jumped into his Papa's waiting arms, snuggling into his plastron as the newly regrown king carried him inside, listening with interest to the child as he regaled him with all that had happened with him and his siblings while he was away.

"And then Wendy and Roy had a fashion show; and Lemmy showed us a new trick on his ball; and me, Morton, and Larry had a soccer match with some of the guards; and Ludwig did a piano concert; and Iggy helped me fix my go-kart!"

"Is that right?" He chuckled as he playfully ruffled his kid's mane.

As father and son entered the foyer, the pair was suddenly ambushed and was toppled over by seven extra bodies, all of them hugging and nuzzling into the king's scales.

"King Dad's back!"

"Welcome home, Father!"

"Daddy!"

"Morton missed Papa!"

"Dad's home!"

"Pops!"

"King Dad! King Dad!"

Bowser lay on the floor for a second, chuffing and nuzzling them back, letting them climb all over him as he began to purr. Out of everything he had missed while being away, this was what he missed the most. He gave a loud cackle as he quickly grabbed at all of them, pulling them into his arms with Junior.

"Ya got that right! Dad's back, and he missed his Brat Pack!"

Kamek entered the foyer after parking the Clown Car, his heart warming at the sight before him. There was no secret that Bowser loved them with his whole heart. It had been five years since he adopted the Koopalings, but if you were to look at them, it would have seemed as if they had been here their entire lives. He watched the royal Koopa pile for a few more moments before clearing his throat.

"Pardon me, sire, but it's time for the children to resume their lessons for the day."

The kids groaned.

"But Koroua!" Wendy exclaimed, "We haven't seen Daddy in weeks! Can't we just skip lessons for one day?"

A chorus of agreement went up from the siblings as Bowser sat back up, his younger kids plopping themselves on his lap and giving him the biggest puppy eyes that they could muster. There was little that could break Bowser. He was considered a bloodthirsty tyrant, after all. An irredeemable monster, if you will. But when it came to his kids, he was putty in their claws.

And what better way to shake off that weird dream than to spend some much-needed bonding time with my kids?

"Of course! Kamek, cancel plans for the day. And tell the kitchen staff that lunch will be served in the family room."

The sound of excited chirps and warbles filled the air as he got up and carried the youngsters through the corridors and into their wing of the castle, the kids unwilling to be put down and made to walk. Kamek sighed, chuckling a little to himself.

Those eight are exactly like His Majesty. Kamek thought to himself.

Summoning his broomstick, he flew to the kitchens, relaying to the staff about the change of lunch venue.

As the king and royal children passed the halls, they were met with bows from the passing servants and the guards that lined the walls until they came to the doors of the family room. With a heated grunt from Bowser, the soldiers guarding the room quickly opened the doors to let him and the Koopalings pass before shutting it behind them. The room itself was enormous to accommodate the royal family and was filled with the Koopalings' special interests and activities in individual boxes and shelves as well as bean bag chairs and tables for them to work/ hang out at. Right in the center of the room was a gigantic nest filled with soft, star-covered cushions and matching sheets, and on the wall parallel to it was a gaming system and all of the kids' favorite video games and consoles.

It was then that Bowser lowered the young ones to the floor for them to disperse and grab whatever they wanted to do, all the while wandering around the room to hang out with all of his children, silently taking a headcount as he went from station to station.

Ludwig, his 16-year-old musical prodigy, had immediately grabbed his spare headphones from one of his shelves and connected it to his iToad before sitting on one of the bean bag chairs, listening to one of his own compositions. Settling down on the floor next to him, Bowser slightly tapped on his shoulder before Ludwig handed him an earpiece for him to listen along, the sound of a beautiful piano concerto flooding into his brain.

No doubt my boy's a better pianist than me. And I taught him everything he knows! He thought, ruffling his eldest's dark blue hair in pride.

"Father, please don't mess with my mane," Ludwig said, moving away from his ruffling as the music ended.  If he saw the teen give a quick, small smile at the attention, Bowser would never tell.

He then made his way over to Wendy, Roy, and Morton, his 14-year-olds, as they were gossiping over the latest news in fashion while they dealt him in their game of Uno. Well, his bow-wearing princess did most of the talking. Meanwhile, a mini war was being waged between his rough-and-tumble boys that was slowly turning into an actual fight.

"Boys! Do I need to separate the both of you again?" Bowser asked, a stern look on his face when Morton was forced to draw four cards, Roy taunting the whole time.

"No, sir." The boys said in unison, the game quickly picking back up.

After utterly crushing the game (Wendy won), he moved on to where Iggy, his 12-year-old genius, was tinkering away with one of his newer projects.

"Hey, Iggy! What's that supposed to be?" He asked, looking over the green-haired lad's shoulder.

"A lava-proof drone. I'm curious as to how our volcano functions, and what better way to find out than to film the process of volcanic activity in real-time?"

He listened as his middle child drabbled on and on about scientific mumbo-jumbo that made no sense to him. Something about thermal dynamics and seismic activity. Whatever it was, Bowser didn't really find it interesting, but watching his son light up when he tried to explain it to him was all worth it.

Leaving him to continue to work on his new doohickey, he moved towards the nest to sit down for a second, taking a break from wandering around and looking down at what his twins were doing. Larry and Lemmy, his 11-year-olds, sat in front of the nest, playing a quick game of Super Monkey Ball on the TV, shouts of laughter bouncing off of the walls.

"Hey, Lemmy! Larry! Let your old man show you how it's done!" Bowser cackled as they set up a new game.

After a couple of rounds, he finally made his way to Junior, his 10-year-old heir, as he sat at one of the tables, papers stacked on top of one another as paint and crayons were strewn haphazardly with every piece of art he made. The gigantic Koopa looked on in pride, taking notice of the tiniest of details within his son's artwork.

It was then that Kamek entered the room, carrying their lunch via his magic.

"Finally!" Morton shouted, causing the other kids to giggle.

Kamek rolled his eyes before chuckling. As he began to dish out the food, Kamek turned to the king, a troubled look on his face.

"Sire, we have received some news that we must discuss," He whispered to Bowser.

Bowser sighed. A king's job is never done.

"Fine. I'll meet you and Kammy in the war room."

With a bow, Kamek left in a puff of pink smoke, leaving the royal family to their meal.

"Alright, Brat Pack! After lunch, it's nap time for the younger ones. Ludwig, Roy, Wendy, and Morton; you're free to hang out in your rooms for right now, but don't be loud."

The younger four groaned.

"But Papa, I don't wanna take a nap!" Junior protested.

"King Dad, seeing as I will be 13 soon, can't I just hang out in my room?" Iggy requested, looking annoyed at the notion of being told to nap.

"But King Dad! We're not sleepy." Lemmy yelped, Larry nodding in agreement.

"Too bad, squirts. A young Koopa needs their rest to grow up big and strong."

The sounds of complaints echoed with the sound of food being eaten and plates being put away for the servants to handle later on. The king chuckled as the kids pouted, allowing him to tuck them into the nest. The older teens then started to put away whatever they had on hand and file out the door when Junior spoke up.

"Papa?"  

"Hmm? What is it, Junior?"

He turned to look at his son, whose beady eyes watched him with unshed tears as he began to sniffle.

"W-we didn't know where you were. W-will you still be here when we wake up?"

His heart melted at the sight, feelings of guilt filling his soul. He moved closer to the nest and wrapped his arms around them as Junior's sniffles were joined by the sounds of Lemmy and Lary's soft crying, Iggy, Wendy, Morton, Roy, and Ludwig watching on in concern.

It wasn't as if this was the first time that he had been away from home for weeks. Ever since his obsession with Princess Peach and finding the Power Star, he had been staying away from the castle longer. In fact, this wasn't even the longest he had been away from them. But they also knew that Kamek was always with him, ensuring the king's safe return.

This time, however, things were different. When they were first told of the airship's arrival a month and a half ago, they had all run to greet their father, only to find Kamek in the foyer.

Alone.

Alone and unsure of how to get their king back to their lands.  

Bowser held the four of them close, at a loss.

"Hey, hey, hey. Shh. Don't cry. Of course, I will. I will be right in the other hall, in the war room. I won't be too far, don't you worry."

Still unconvinced, the youngest Koopa prince seemed to nuzzle himself into his chest as if he wanted to bury himself under his skin.

"Hey, do you want a song to help you sleep?" Bowser asked, shifting Junior's weight onto one arm.

He patiently waited as Junior nodded his head and watched the boys begin to relax, Junior gripping his teddy Koopa tightly as Bowser began to sing a lullaby.

Morton and Roy, who were preparing to leave the room, stopped as their father's voice filled the room. As if in a trance, the two of them joined their little brothers in the nest, forming the base of a Koopa pile.

A gentle breeze from Hushabye Mountain

Softly blows o'er Lullaby Bay

It fills the sails of boats that are waiting

Waiting to sail your worries away

As the song continued, Wendy began to climb into the nest, dragging Ludwig with her, the latter giving a weak chirp of protest before the both of them nearly faceplanted into the sheets and crawled over to the pile, holding on to each other.

It isn't far to Hushabye Mountain

And your boat waits down by the quay

The winds of night so softly are sighing

Soon they will fly your troubles to sea

By the last lyric, all eight of his kids were sound asleep, nestled on top of one another like a Koopa Jenga set.

So close your eyes on Hushabye Mountain

Wave goodbye to cares of the day

Watch your boat from Hushabye Mountain

Sail far away from Lullaby Bay

"Heh, still works." Bowser chuckled softly.

Giving each child a small kiss on their forehead, he closed the family room door, a soft smile gracing his maw as he took one last glance at his greatest treasures as they snuggled deeper into the Koopa pile.

Bowser stomped down the halls as he made his way toward the war room, his soldiers saluting him as he passed. Whatever Kamek needed to discuss with him must've been important if it meant disrupting his quality time with the kids.

He better pray it is.

As he turned the corner, he found himself walking towards his garden again. The dream suddenly came back to his mind as he subconsciously stepped outside and into the open air.

The midday sky was darkened by the smoke of the volcano, but the rows and rows of piranha plants and fire flowers remained in full bloom, undisturbed. His statues were still there, almost as menacing as the king himself. His gazebo was still made with black obsidian stone. It was just as he left it the last time he was in here.

But why do I feel so...disappointed by that?

A growl crawled from the back of his throat as he rushed back inside and down the hall, taking one quick look at his reflection in the mirror, checking to see if he looked any different. The scales on his body and on his dark green shell were due for a deep shine after this meeting, but it was still a shimmering, pale-ish gold. The black swirls and designs of his ta moko tattoo were still on the left side of his creme plastron, spreading out from his chest to his arm, being cut off at some points by the spiked arm and wrist bands that he wore.  He then took notice of his face, pale gold turned to forest green as he followed from his shoulders and spike-collar covered neck to his forehead. His crimson hair and eyebrows was a tad bit longer than usual, but that was fixable. His horns were still as sharp and as impressive as ever, giving himself a wide, sharp toothed grin.

I wonder if this is what she saw in the dream. Or if she's even REAL!

With a huff, he threw open the doors to the war room and was met with the sight of Kamek and Kammy as they looked over a holographic map of all of the kingdoms, deep in conversation.

"Kamek! Kammy! What was so important that you had me cut quality time short?!"

The advisors winced at his bellow, their voices dying within the throats.

"Ahem, Your Majesty. We have received word from our intelligence in the Mushroom Kingdom." Kammy squeaked, floating towards Kamek to give the king his space.

Bowser stiffened at that, anger at his rather humiliating defeat still fresh in his mind.

"Go on." He grunted through gritted teeth.

The magickoopa siblings looked at each other for a moment.

"W-well sire, reports of your escape has caused quite a bit of chaos. There is now a kingdom-wide lockdown in place as we speak."

Bowser gave a dark chuckle at that, going to his mahogany liquor cabinet and pouring himself a small glass of fire flower whiskey.

"Good. It was starting to look like they'd forgotten who they were dealing with."

Kamek paused for a moment while Bowser sat back down, drink in hand. As he settled down, the map magically placed four figurines outside of the boarders of the Mushroom Kingdom, moving them towards the Dry Dry Desert.

"Sire, Princess Peach and the Mario Brothers are on their way to the Sarasaland Empire to request aid from Queen Taraji for your recapture."

Bowser's face grew darker as steam puffed out of his nostrils, his hand gripping the glass tightly.

"And? The only reason those Loser Mario Brothers got the better of me was because they cheated with the Power Star. But last time I checked, the Snow Kingdom was the only one that had one. Besides, I am the King of the Koopas! What queen could harm me?"

As he took a large draft of his drink, the map changed again, revealing her face.

Kammy quickly put up a protective shield as the giant Koopa did a spit take.

The woman from the dream!

Bowser felt his mouth go dry (and he was sure that it wasn't from the alcohol).

The same woman who's sadness had somehow infiltrated his own soul.

The dreaded Warrior Queen of the strongest empire in all the known kingdoms.

"And that is not all, my Liege," Kammy continued, "The Snow Kingdom was only one of TWO kingdoms that have the existence of a Powers Star in their boarders."

"And which kingdom is the second?" Bowser asked, having a sinking feeling about the answer.

The magickoopas looked at each other before the hologram changed to show Sarasaland and her palace.

Bowser didn't know what to think. This could very well end badly for him. Everyone, he included, was well aware of how skilled of a warrior she was, and less said of the Bela Nandi, the better. His mind racked with thoughts as they flew past his brain relentlessly.

But if he had that Power Star...

It was then that his face melted into a cocky smirk that sent an uncomfortable shiver down his advisors' spines. They knew that look all too well.

The king had an idea.

An awful idea.

The king had a wonderful, awful idea.

"Send word to my troops and prepare the airships! Tomorrow, we fly to Sarasaland!"

I'm not great at drawing (or visual art in general), but here's Queen Taraji from "Fiery Love Through Burning Sands".

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