#Casso

[jellygay]

The last of the trad art for now. Casso, Iggy, Rimus, Valentino, and Ford.

[1000-year-old-virgin]

Cassö x Raye x D Block Europe - Prada

[music-catalogue]

[jellygay]

Some random OC doodles, featuring a whole lot of booba

[omanxl1]

[Fallas 2024] 🎆 | The Grau Club Sessions #29 | Do You Remember Dance | Valencia 🔥

Digital Crate Digging Continues as a Saturday Afternoon shifts into Saturday evening as we shift from O-Dog Day Partying to Saturday Night Fevering! The saga  / struggle continues as we broadcast live and direct from our remote outpost out off of I-20 in Atlanta; I-20 was jam packed due to traffic earlier, I know jokers have work to do but not much are they achieving! In the meantime and…

[ex0rin]

Brasso & Cassian Reunited | Andor S01E12: Rix Road

[windienine]

beastieball has some of the best real-ass-birds inspired creatures in any monster catching game... in what other game could i possibly say "yeah my flying saucer lophorina evolved into a flatwoods monster lophorina"

and it's not even the only bird-of-paradise monster in the game! there are several!

[k1ssofflesh]

A bunch of Laika and Casso art cause I love them a lott

[cassie--cain]

hehe

❓

[mrs-luigi-vargas]

Sometimes your working fic title becomes your actual fic title and you have to sit and accept it.

...With that being said —

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Let Peach Say Fuck

[AO3]

Even though Kamek was set firmly in place as the Lead Event Manager for this Mario Party, as the person who used to be so during those first few Parties Peach still felt an obligation to help out behind the scenes, never mind that the difficulties of balancing being both a player and an event organizer was one of the reasons she stepped back from the role in the first place. Although with how overworked Kamek usually was on any given day, and how he was also the primary host for this event, the extra help was probably appreciated.

As such, as soon as Kamek had mentioned the event staff being spread thin, Peach was off to Goomba Lagoon to see what she could do to lend them a hand. By the time Mario and Luigi caught up with her, she had worked her way through errands at Mega Wiggler’s Tree and in Rainbow Galleria as well, about to head out to Roll ‘em Raceway. She looked quite ragged, flyaway hairs escaping her ponytail and floating around her head like a halo, but there was a sparkle of satisfaction in her eye from all the people she’d been able to help. She shrugged off their questions as to whether she’d taken a break yet, determined to deliver the milk she'd been given to the Toads manning the cameras before it heated up too much in the sun. Well, many hands made for light work, and if Peach was determined to keep going then the least they could do was help her.

This supportive mentality lasted up until they circled around to the far side of the venue. There was a Koopa Paratroopa at the corner of the raceway you see, who had taken it upon himself to put up a wall of tires to block other cars on the nearby road from driving onto the track. Yet even as cars kept ignoring it to drive on the track anyway, scattering the tires everywhere and creating skid marks on the asphalt, the Paratroopa continued to re-stack the tires in an admirable display of persistence.

It was a persistence mirrored by Princess Peach, who was attempting to carry out the Paratroopa’s latest idea of stacking the tires five-high to discourage through traffic further. Key word attempting, because she’d been at the same stack for a number of minutes now. Mario didn't think it was very possible to fail at stacking giant race car tires, of all things, but something about the unwieldiness of their shape, Peach’s increasingly sluggish reflexes, and a steadily mounting irritation made it so every time she stacked the tires to a certain point they ended up on the floor moments later, whether by gravity or by her accidentally erasing her own progress by bumping into the stack with a little too much force. It was honestly quite impressive. Mario would have intervened to help her, but he’d already offered once and she’d declined with a tick in her jaw that made offering again seem incredibly unwise.

So he finished stacking the rest of the tires in the meantime, leaning against one to watch her latest attempt with bated breath. One tire, two tires, three-four-five. She carefully backed up. Without even a wobble, the stack stood tall. Peach sighed in relief. Mario applauded. She did it!

Unfortunately, their celebration of the minor accomplishment was cut short by a screech of tires from the road beyond. Before the sound fully registered, Mario tackled Peach off the track, and as they rolled onto the grass a flashy sports car careened through the space they’d just occupied, knocking the blockade to smithereens and swerving off into the distance.

Mario and Peach looked over the scattered tires with disbelieving faces. Shoulders slumped in resignation, Mario stood to begin tidying up. Peach stayed on the ground, scowling at the retreating car. Her face scrunched up, and for a moment Mario worried she was going to burst into tears. But no, instead she huffed in frustration, slammed her hands on her knees, took a deep breath, and —

“CASSO!”

Mario choked. And then belatedly hissed in pain, having dropped the tire he’d been holding on his foot. The pain was quickly forgotten, though, as he stared at Peach, wide-eyed.

For a moment, it seemed like Peach didn't realize what she’d said. When she did, her cheeks colored pink. Still, she observed Mario’s reaction curiously.

“Cazzo,” Peach repeated, more for the mouthfeel if anything. Mario sputtered. The sound of it tugged a smile onto Peach’s face, despite it all.

Luigi and the Paratroopa hurried to them, having been scouring the grounds for more tires when they’d seen the car drive through. “Are you okay?!” Luigi asked, brimming with concern. That concern was met with an amused look from Peach, and a glare from Mario. “Um?”

“Cazzo!” Peach cheered, by way of explanation.

“Oh.” Luigi glanced nervously between Peach and Mario. “If you guys are okay,” Luigi slowly said, backing away, “then I’m gonna, uh...well would you look at the time, I need’ta go...water...the stovetop...orsomethingseeyalaterbye —!”

Luigi bolted. Mario chased after him. He didn’t get far in his mission to clobber his brother over the head, though, the sound of Peach’s laughter stopping him short.

“I can swear if I want, you know!” She wiped a tear from her eye. “Is it really that surprising?”

Sheepishly, Mario laughed with her, because now that his initial surprise had passed he could admit that of all the people allowed a swear word or three to put in their back pocket, Peach would be at the top of that list. As he returned to her side and helped her stand, she looked out at the mess before them. “This is all a bit ridiculous, isn't it?”

Mario hummed in agreement. Eyeing the way her posture was starting to droop, he ducked under her arm; she unthinkingly slumped over him, and when she tried to stand up straight again he pulled at her sleeve to keep her down.

“I guess I really should take a break, huh?” Peach conceded.

“Yeah, you look dead on your feet, ma’am, no offense,” the Paratroopa added. “Sorry for dragging you into this.”

Peach waved off his apology. “It’s fine; this can just be a special feature of the board, surely. It’s been done before. We can touch base with Kamek about it later?”

Oh, no, now she’s sliding back into work again. With a fond roll of his eyes, Mario extracted himself from Peach’s side and began pulling her away by a hand.

“Alright, alright, I’m going!” With her own light-hearted eye-roll, Peach matched pace with Mario, adjusting her grip on his fingers. “Cazzo,” she added belatedly, giggling as Mario tripped over his own feet. He half-heartedly glared at her.

“Ok, I’ll stop!” Peach grinned wide. She yawned, stretching an arm in the air as they passed by the garages; she gestured to the Toads and Koopas and Paratroopas working on the race cars to be used to drive the circuit. “No need to give anyone else a heart attack. I can only imagine what Toadsworth would have to say if word got back to him.”

Right. Toadsworth would probably have blown a gasket if he’d heard her back there.

“Who’d heard what where?” Toadsworth asked, poking his head out from behind one of the cars.

Mario and Peach both froze. “...um. Nothing?”

“...I see,” Toadsworth said, with the air of someone who somehow knew exactly what was going on, despite not being present for it. “I heard you’ve been working hard, my dear,” he next said to Peach. “Are you taking a break soon?”

“Taking one right now!” Peach hurriedly said, Mario nodding rapidly and pushing her along. “See you in a bit!” she called to him as they power walked away.

It was only when the pair turned the corner did Toadsworth chuckle to himself. The Princess hadn’t exactly been quiet earlier, after all. But Toadsworth could never be mad at her acting her own age, for once; he could stand to turn a deaf ear or two to give her the chance.

...As long as she kept the language to appropriate company, of course.