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Wanted to try my hand at the Princess Mononoke Ship redraw meme I saw a few people doing! Yes, it's Powser but it just felt like it would be fun for it. :)

"Just one bite."

This was a lovely commish for @untoldsoup ! Thank you for the wonderful opportunity to draw this ship! 💖💖❤️💖💖❤️💖❤️💖💖❤️

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going to be posting some Powser (bowser x peach) art today with some mature themes. if that's not your cup of tea block the powser tag plz!

TW: Partial nudity, peach x Human Bowser, infidelity, Voyeurism

<this story is not canon to anything in my other universe.>

“Are you going to hand me my clothes, or are you going to leer from the bushes all night?” Peach asked, the water rippling against her pink skin in the dark.

Bowser froze.

How long had she known he was here? Had she known the whole time? Perhaps his eyes gave him away. Their glow pierced through the thick blanket of the night, intensified by his lust. It seemed the princess had no need to turn around, as she could feel them on her back.

He stepped forward, pushing aside the branches and coming into view.

She didn't run. She continued to move her arms lazily in the river, her back slightly turned towards him. Even the dark of the night relented to her beauty, the soft glow of her skin untouched by the shadows of the trees.

Bowser let out a quiet breath, unaware he had even stopped breathing. No matter how many times he laid eyes on her, it felt like the first time. He could experience the thrill of her beauty a hundred times over and it would always feel like a religious awakening.

In a way, it was. She had the body of a goddess—of the beings he read about in books older than his kingdom.

Slowly, he reached down and picked up the delicate clothes laid out on the rocks. At the edge of the water he knelt, holding the fabric towards her as an offering.

Peach let out a soft laugh, turning towards him.

Bowser's eyes wandered over her every curve without restraint. If he was going to be caught looking, he wanted the memory of her vision to last forever. When she finally started to move through the water, he found the courage to lock eyes with her. Everything was starting to feel more and more like a dream.

Perhaps it was.

Maybe she was drowning him, and this was the last hallucination crossing his consciousness before he would succumb to the death he knew she secretly wished on him.

But the longer he watched her sway toward him, the less like a dream it felt, and more like a game he could not win. Surely the gods would not be so generous as to let him have this. If life had taught him anything, it was that he could never catch that which he desired most.

Peach held her hands out from the waters edge, prompting him to place her clothes in them. He watched as she traced her fingers over the lace of the fabric—a simple act that was very hypnotic. She dressed before him while Bowser held his breath, too afraid to break the moment.

“The crown?” She asked, stepping out from the water and onto the sand, holding the frills of her dress to prevent them from getting wet.

Bowser nodded, picking her crown off of the ground. He stayed kneeling, staring up at her as she looked down on him. Taking it from his palms, Peach placed it atop her head while brushing her bangs away from her eyes.

After a moment, she leaned forward and cradled Bowser's face in her hands, forcing him to look into her blue eyes once more. The water around them couldn't compare to their color, nor could the sky above.

“Do you know how stories like these end on Earth?” Peach asked.

The king’s eyes grew wide, as there was something in her words that felt ominous; yet, he remained hopeful. He knew nothing of Earth or its vast history. “No.” He simply answered, too enthralled by the sweet melody of her voice to say more.

“The dragon does not get the princess.” Peach traced her fingers through his beard. “He is slain by the knight in shining armor,” She added, far too casually for the weight of her words.

“I could be your knight.”

Bowser’s answer, while gentle in its honesty, was also firm. His eyes half lidded, he leaned closer.

“You know who my knight is.” Peach reminded him tenderly. “And the dragon is never the savior of the story.”

She closed the space between them, and before Bowser could hope to respond, her lips found his. They were softer than he had imagined in even a thousand dreams.

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a big thanks to @the-blind-geisha for beta'ing my short story.

my design for bowser in this is slightly different from previous versions. since this Bowser is not canon to my comic, I removed his scars and made a few small design changes. He has no crown as he does not need one to transform in this.

I would have loved to make a comic of this but I just don't have the time, and it would have been a bit too nsfw for tumblr anyway lol.

It turns out the big boi Mario Movie post I’m planning out is gonna take a LOT longer than I originally thought it would, so have a funnie in the meantime!

This world needs more bowsareach! So here's a little something I wrote for them! (It was part of a bigger fic I didn't finish, but it doesn't need context)

Mario was starting to think that all the “hero” thing made him forgot how to deal with mundane challenges.

He realized that when he saw himself using the cat-bell to climb up the wall and get a book from the top of the shelf. And when he tried to explain the claw marks to Peach, saying, “but what ELSE could I have done?” Her answer was silently pointing to a chair.

Bowser thought this was all hilarious, of course. And Mario had to remind him of who breathed fire into the oven when it wouldn’t turn on. And the reason they had to eat microwaved food for a week.

It was just a simple memory of some random day, but it made Mario feel so nostalgic. Their little home, hidden in a hill on the edge of the kingdom and accessible through a warp pipe they built, was no less than a dream come true.

After all, dating two monarchs meant that the three of them couldn’t simply rent an apartment together. Peach had to stay at her castle, and Bowser, at his, and when they eventually arranged the marriage that would unite the two kingdoms, it would be time to live together and Mario would come along.

But for now, the three of them settled in getting a little house to be the place they could run away to when Peach and Bowser got a moment of peace. It was great, especially when they managed to spend a whole weekend there.

Mario had the time of his life watching The Royals get used to the cottage. Peach, as a regent who always placed herself at the same level of her people and hated to be perceived as superior, gave her best to act naturally, so Mario tried to hide his laughter when they sat down to eat and her face just read “Oh, indeed, this table has but four chairs and doesn’t occupy the whole room.” He could see her dying inside a bit when all the plates and cups got too cramped up.

Bowser, on the other hand, being made of ego as he was, absolutely made sure he was seen as superior by his subjects (which never prevented him from being a caring ruler, going personally to a civilian’s house if they had any trouble, and screw his schedule). So he didn’t even pretend to be comfortable there. It was such an ordeal to prevent him from turning the house into a second palace. The most that Mario and Peach gave in was to make a living room big enough to fit a grand piano. Even so, he complained at every possible time about the house’s size.

“Pff. The fifty-second heir to the mighty koopa empire, living on an ant’s house like this… Of course, we left it to Mario to lead the project. He measured the house based on his own size.”

And Mario simply answered by sitting on the table in front of him. “Truly, I am so very small.” He placed Bowser’s hand on his back. “Look, I even fit on this huge and scary koopa’s hand. Oh, my stars! I sure do hope he doesn’t take advantage of all this size to grab me and kidnap me to some dark castle. Poor me!”

His voice was casually innocent, and Bowser’s face was on fire since he was still a mess whenever Mario and Peach gave him attention like that (and the two of them abused the heck out of it).

“Don’t you tempt me, plumber.” Bowser warned, holding his breath.

“Your hand is still around me.”

“…”

“Oh, no! That terrible monster is kidnapping my Mario!” Peach entered the room, and Mario fondly smiled with the “my”, dumb as their playing was. “Will I have to rescue him? But what if he kidnaps me, too?” She threw herself at Bowser with a hand dramatically at her forehead.

“STOP THAT!” Bowser jumped out of the chair, like Mario and Peach were contagious. “You two, you’re… you’re unfair, that’s what you are!”

“Weeeeeee?” They got closer, blinking innocently at the koopa, who got all the more red.

“…Dddddon’t you blame me when I actually kidnap you.” He turned to leave, visibly wanting to die in some corner and regain his dignity before he could even think about flirting back. And hit the doorframe with his shoulder. “STUPID small house! That’s YOUR fault, Mario!” They heard, as he ran to the room. And just laughed together.

“I definitely won’t mind if he goes through with this threat.” Mario smirked. “What about you, Peaches?”

“Not at all.” She agreed, before placing herself in front of her boyfriend, pinning him to the table with both arms. “Just beware, or I might take you first, sweetie.”

And she kissed his nose. Yeah, he’d definitely not mind that too.