#mario from mario kart ds

[kaasiand]

I wish we had every single game on DS

Not 3DS, just DS. Guys please stop tagging this as 3DS

[oasis-j]

Inside You There Are Two Wolves:

One says: Ohyeh!

The Other says: DIGIDI!

[kathegoose]

my take on mimmy mimic in the five laps at freddy's artstyle💥💥💥

uncrusty version w/ size comp and some yapping of mine:

(height compared to flaf freddy)

SO... BUGGY FNAF KART GAME HUH... i watched some videos and to be honest, the artstyle rocks...,,aside from some quality inconsistencies, i think it's pretty good!

so i kinda had to make mimic mimicmi mimc......... and this one's quite different from the usual since i hugged closer to the canon/accurate mimi design, give or take some few details from my interpretation. he's weird!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

also, i mainly used the flaf mangle & springtrap as references!!! AND, here are some design notes from studying the models and art a tad:

- big, dark eye rings - eyes are big and round but not that circular - very round, but can be sharp and angular when needed - body and legs are usually around 1.5 heads tall each?? (kinda broke it here, mimic too long...) - cartoony and expressive, quite simplified - BIG round endo joints

i think i nailed it mostly, i ALREADY draw mimic all silly cartoony so i know just how to stylize and simplify him :] just had to start from scratch and stay close to refs

[goldensunset]

it’s always ‘oh you never had [x piece of technology] growing up? you must be really young’ actually my parents just did not buy or let me have things.

[dragons-hoard-of-fandoms]

DO YOU WANT PEOPLE TO BUY THIS GAME NINTENDO

BECAUSE THEY ARE NOT GOING TO IF YOU DON'T GIVE THEM A GOOD REASON

[guplia]

This will probably amuse no one but I was on the Internet Archive, looking at old Mario games' websites and I found out that there are downloadable wallpapers available???

There were screensavers too (from Mario Kart DS) but it wouldn't let me download them 😫 but here's a few images I managed to save!

also random but while browsing through the archive i clicked on a random date which happened to be the exact day i was born, just thought it was neat :-)

[sonikkuruzu]

@gokutober day 29! Today's prompt is "Golden" so here's Goku having missed out on getting the golden trophy you get for winning Mario Kart Wii's Banana Cup

Prompts here - https://gokutober.tumblr.com/post/760403973653053440/gokutober-2024-prompts-are-here

[annieisyourfavourite]

2, 4, 5, 18, and 21! Hope you’re having a lovely evening!

2. Game(s) you're currently playing?: Pokémon Legends Arceus, Fire Emblem: the Blazing Blade, and Fire Emblem: Engage

4. Do you like to get 100% achievements / trophies?: yesssss complete number makes brain go brrrrrrrr

5. Game(s) coming out that you're looking forward to?: HADES 2 ‼️‼️‼️

18. A game location you really like?: Mesa Island from Sea of Stars (just like, all of it), Eldin Volcano & surrounding area from Skyward Sword, and Garreg Mach Monastery from Fire Emblem: Three Houses 💕

21. A boss that was disappointing?: the Doom Dragon from Golden Sun: the Lost Age :/ and the Demon Dragon in TOTK!! That looked cinematic but the fight itself was ass

hope u have a good day too!! 💕

[spuvelled3]

Just to let anyone who sees this know, you’re free to send me asks, I will answer literally any question that is given.

I don’t want my tumblr blog to be nothing but be reblogs about Lily Orchard.

[honey-skulls]

Nintendo has this incredible skill of getting me so hyped with a trailer, that i can't stop thinking and talking about it for the whole day, lowkey tweaking

And then shot down my excitement at mach speed the second they let us see actual gameplay

Edit: also also. The fact that they ran out of mainline characters for the 24 spots and had to put random background enemies almost nobody knows the name of, instead of putting literally anyone from the spinoff

Link, Inkling and Isabelle can get in, but fuck Goombella and Peasley

I'm so tired of Nintendo's weird aversion, if not hate towards spinoffs

I know it's because Shigeru Miyamoto is this weird cunt who hates stories with a passion, wants all of gaming to be mindless gameplay, always guts the stories of any projects he joins, and put insane restrictions to make sure dev teams aren't allowed any creativity even when he's not around to breath down their backs. but it's just fucking stupid

I don't care how rich or popular he is, he's literally just holding everyone back, get him out

[haemosexuality]

i have been really into playing mario kart this week.

[pianokantzart]

Adendum: What else can I add to his playlist that isn't just re-rendition of the Luigi's Mansion main theme?

Okay, so for a hypothetical Nintendo Music Luigi playlist we have...

Luigi Circuit (Mario Kart Wii)

Luigi's Mansion (Mario Kart DS)

Luigi's Theme (Mario Strikers Charged)

Super Luigi (Paper Mario: The Thousand Year Door)

Luigi's Casino (New Super Mario Bros.)

Drowsy (Doctor Luigi)

Main Theme (Luigi's Mansion)

Size Up Your Enemy (Mario and Luigi: Dream Team)

What else?

[suppermariobroth]

In Delfino Square in Mario Kart DS, Pianta noises are overlaid over the music track when driving by Piantas in the audience. Here is the Pianta noise track, isolated from the music, extracted from the files.

Main Blog | Twitter | Patreon | Small Findings | Source: KingYoshi93

[dragons-hoard-of-fandoms]

Manifesting R.O.B. in Mario Kart 9 today

[moondustbaby]

Country Club

bsf!Rafe x bsf!Reader

a/n: this was requested by my love @mariechristine00 🥰

summary: Rafe brings you to Barry’s for a “quick” drug run. Barry flirts, you stir the pot, and Rafe’s one sarcastic comment away from losing it. Chaos, jealousy, and one very annoyed country club boy.

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You know it’s a trap the second he walks in.

Rafe’s already got that look on his face—eyebrows raised, chewing on the inside of his cheek like he’s about to ask you for something real stupid.

“What?” you ask, not even looking up from your phone.

“Come with me real quick.”

You blink. “No.”

“C’mon, just real fast. You don’t even have to get outta the truck.”

Your eyes narrow. “Where?”

Rafe scratches the back of his neck. “…Barry’s.”

You drop your phone on the couch. “Oh, so a terrible idea. Got it.”

“You said you were bored!”

“I said I was bored, not suicidal.”

Rafe groans and throws his head back dramatically. “It’ll take ten minutes. I swear. Just—come for moral support.”

You snort. “You need moral support to buy drugs?”

“I need you to not make me go deal with Barry alone.”

You cross your arms. “Why?”

Rafe hesitates. “Because… he’s weird.”

You grin. “Fine. But if he offers me crack and a foot rub again, I’m blaming you.”

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The trailer is already in sight, and you’re barely out of the truck before Rafe mutters, “Just… don’t say anything. Don’t make eye contact. Don’t encourage him.”

“Rafe,” you say sweetly, “when have I ever done that?”

He stares at you.

You grin, teeth and chaos. “Okay, but today’s a new day.”

He groans.

Barry opens the door before Rafe can even knock, wearing an unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt, pajama pants, and one sock. “Well, well, well. If it ain’t country club and his girlfriend.”

“She’s not my girlfriend,” Rafe says instantly.

“Ouch,” you mutter, stepping past him. “Didn’t even hesitate.”

Barry winks. “You can do better, sweetheart. He’s all money and daddy issues.”

You snort. “You’re not wrong.”

“Hey!” Rafe looks betrayed. “You’re supposed to be on my side!”

“I go where the laughs are,” you say, gesturing vaguely at Barry.

Barry grins like the devil himself and leans back against the wall, eyeing you up and down like you’re on the menu. “I’m just sayin’, if you’re ever tired of private school temper tantrums, I got a lawn chair and a half a bottle of Fireball with your name on it.”

Rafe makes a strangled noise behind you.

You bat your lashes. “Do you also have a working toilet this time, or…?”

“Only for special guests.”

You can feel Rafe vibrating.

“Okay, let’s just—get the shit and go,” he mutters, already fishing cash out of his pocket.

Barry, of course, is in no rush.

He takes his sweet time wandering to the back room, hollering over his shoulder, “You want somethin’? I got edibles, oxy, and a Nintendo DS with Mario Kart.”

“I kinda want the DS,” you whisper.

Rafe shoots you a look. “I swear to God—”

Barry returns with a baggie and offers it directly to you, like Rafe isn’t even there. “Here you go, darlin’. Hand-delivered.”

Rafe steps between you so fast it’s like muscle memory. “Give it to me.”

Barry shrugs, smug. “Protective, huh?”

“She doesn’t need you being a creep,” Rafe snaps.

You lean around him, fully amused. “It’s okay, Rafe. He called me *darlin’. That’s southern gentleman behavior.”

Barry nods. “Exactly. I’m like a backwoods Romeo.”

Rafe is glaring so hard you’re mildly concerned his eyeballs might pop out.

“She’s not flirting back,” he mutters. “She’s just being annoying.”

You shrug. “I don’t know, Rafe. He does have a lawn chair.”

Barry perks up. “And I’ll let you pick the playlist. No country club shit.”

You giggle.

Rafe looks like he might combust. “We’re leaving.”

You wave over your shoulder. “Thanks for the offer, Barry. I’ll think about it.”

Barry calls after you, “You change your mind, you know where I’m at! And bring a bikini next time!”

Rafe slams the truck door so hard you flinch.

You’re silent for two seconds before you cackle.

“Country club,” you wheeze. “That’s so good—”

“Don’t,” Rafe says, jaw clenched, eyes locked on the road like he’s trying to summon God with sheer will.

You keep laughing.

“He was flirting with you,” Rafe says finally, voice tight.

“I know,” you grin.

“And you liked it.”

“Oh, I loved it,” you say, absolutely shameless.

Rafe looks like he’s going to have a stroke. “You’re a menace.”

“Correct.”

“You were flirting back.”

“Maybe.”

“Unbelievable.”

You lean back in your seat, smug as hell. “You’re fun when you’re jealous.”

He whips his head toward you. “I’m not jealous.”

“Rafe.”

He doesn’t respond.

You nudge him with your foot. “You totally are.”

“I just don’t like weird swamp guys looking at you like you’re on sale at Walmart.”

You grin. “You don’t think I’m hot enough to be on sale at Target?”

He groans. “Shut up.”

You keep poking. “You got all huffy. Were you gonna fight him?”

“If he touched you? Yeah.”

Your heart does a weird little skip. “You’re protective.”

He mutters something under his breath.

You smirk. “What was that?”

“Nothing.”

“Sounded like you said I was yours.”

“Didn’t.”

You lean in closer, tone all syrup and teasing. “Say it.”

“No.”

“Say it.”

“No.”

You pout. “Why not?”

“Because I don’t wanna say it in the middle of a drug deal gone wrong while you’re still giggling about Barry calling me country club.”

“That’s exactly when you should say it,” you argue.

He slams on the brakes in the middle of the road.

“Rafe—”

He turns to you, eyes sharp, voice low. “You’re mine.”

Your breath catches.

“Got it?” he says, like it’s not up for discussion.

You blink. “Say it again.”

“You’re mine.”

You bite your lip.

“Still think Barry’s funny?” he asks.

You pause. “Yeah, but like… you’re kinda hot when you’re mad, so I’m having a great time.”

He stares at you for a long beat.

Then he leans over and kisses you—fast and annoyed and really good.

When he pulls back, your head’s spinning.

“Still laughing?” he asks, smirking now.

You blink. “Not out loud.”

He shifts the truck back into gear.

But as he starts driving again, you mumble under your breath, just loud enough for him to hear—

“…country club.”

Rafe groans like he regrets everything.

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a/n: barry was out of pocket. rafe was unwell. you were unbothered. no one won. except you. because you got kissed and chaos. this was so fun to write i love their dynamic! thank you for the request lovieee 🥰

♥️ lani

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[wokeupinmars]

Agree to Disagree

Summary: Peter doesn’t believe you when you tell him you would've had a crush on him if you had known him in high school.

Warnings: None, this is just fluff featuring Husband!Peter and a Brooklyn Nine-Nine quote :)

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Half-packed boxes surround you as you sit on the floor, a beaming smile plastered on your face as you go through a stack of photographs. Your husband leans against the doorway watching you, “Good to know that neither of us did much packing.”

You turn your attention from the pictures to Peter, “Got distracted by old stuff too?” He steps further into the room and takes a seat beside you, “Big time. Found my old DS and spent the past thirty minutes playing Mario Kart, you?”

You turn a photo around to show him, captured within the glossy film is a younger version of yourselves, sitting at what appears to be May’s kitchen table, Peter’s elbow propped up on the table with his chin resting in his hand, grinning as you excitedly talk about something. “I wonder what I was talking about here,” you say, turning it back to you.

He tilts his head to the side, giving the picture another, before taking the rest of the stack out of your hands and starts looking through them himself, “Hand gestures and the passion in your eyes tells me it’s about why Amy and Laurie were perfect together and how Jo and Laurie were platonic soulmates .”

You perked up at the mention, “They were platonic soul-” Peter cuts you off, “Why do we have a picture of MJ and Harry making out?” Your eyes scan the photo in confusion but you quickly light up realizing why the photo was in your possession, “Oh! It’s from the night we met, look you can see us in the background.”

“You mean the night you fell madly in love with me after we all played Monopoly and you threw the thimble at my head because I bought Illinois Avenue and refused to sell to you?”

“Peter.” Your voice was stern despite the playful look in your eye. He lets out a huff, “The night you flirted with me for twenty seconds and I became obsessed with you forever.”

A giggle leaves your lips at his words, “That’s more like it. MJ showed me and I asked for a copy, it’s technically the first photo of us together even if we weren’t dating yet. I wanted to remember it.”

“Aww, you like me,” he teases and scoots over to you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. He glances down at the picture analyzing the background, and sure enough there you two were sitting on the couch his arm draped around the back of the it laughing as you whispered something in his ear. “Most days…oh my goodness look at this baby,” you say, spotting a picture of Peter from high school, “You’re so cute and dorky…or well extra. God, I would have had the biggest crush on you.”

He scoffs at your statement, “Yeah right…I was so nerdy and awkward back then, high school you would have never given high school me the time of day.”

“Peter, my love, I need you to shut up, that’s future my husband you’re talking about.” You furrow your brows at him.

He shook his head and persisted, determined to make his point, “I’m serious. There’s no way you would have liked me then, I was this lame and insecure guy who had no idea how to talk to girls.”

“Okay? So was everyone else. I know I didn’t know you then but feel like you’re selling yourself short here. I mean look at you.” You push the picture in his face, “Look at this cutie. He’s super smart and pretty and even if he’s unaware of it, charming. I would've been head over heels for this guy if we met back then. I’d also like to add that we’ve ran into several people who explicitly told you they had a crush on you back then.”

His lips twitched up slightly, “That’s really nice of you to say, Honey. But we didn’t meet back then, you met and fell for MJ’s hot friend with bleached hair in college.”

“Wrong. I was under the impression you were a dickhead before we met. I will be the first to admit that you were in fact a hot blonde and I did begin to warm up to you after Monopoly was over but I didn’t fall for you until you started rambling about string theory. I had never seen someone light up the way you did, and the way you talked…you explained everything in a way that never made me feel stupid. Plus you got so flustered and started stammering over your words after I wiped salsa from the corner of your mouth and that-”

“-was embarrassing.” He concludes.

You shake your head, “It was adorable, you were so blushy.”

“That feels like an appropriate reaction when you nerd out in front of the pretty girl you've been trying to impress all night with salsa on your face, but you’ve made your point,” he pauses for a second then continues, “we’ll just have to agree to disagree.”

You reach your hands out to cup his face and look into his eyes, “I was impressed, I love you and that big beautiful brain of yours. All it took was one conversation with you for me to know I wouldn’t be able to get enough of you, and I was right. It was true then and it’s true now and I’m certain high school me would have felt the same.” You give him a chaste kiss when you finish speaking.

Peter smiles into your kiss and then murmurs something against your lips, “God it’s like you have a crush on me or something.”