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“Eat it up, my dearest star~”
more marware goodies! Eat up!!!
(HIGHLY PROCRASTINATING TOWARDS A LOT OF THINGS… But Marware is a must… Gunshow too… Holy gag… erm I always draw even during class…)
BONUS!!!
- This was Puzzles’ debut design before the comic was created, the whole thing was inspired by the song “SPAGHETTI” by LA SSERAFIM.
- And also YES I am aware that this song isn’t about pairs/ships but the title of the song “SPAGHETTI” had caught into my attention. Since alot of people on Tiktok have been doing a BUNCH of trends from it I wondered if they have one for Marware… (sadly I haven’t seen one so I had to draw it myself)
- Then you had this…
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Love Malfunction
Chapter 5: Mr Puzzles’ First Date
Summary: Love is in the air as the Mushroom Kingdom is celebrating Valentine’s Day, except for a certain someone. Mr Puzzles has hated the holiday ever since he can remember, seeing how nobody loved him his whole life. That is until he unexpectedly runs into his loathsome enemy, Mario. After the encounter with the stupid plumber, things only get worse for the television as he starts hacking up flower petals, pink ooze drips from his screen, and for some reason these symptoms worsen anytime the TV man gets around the red Italian. Now the both of them must fix this before their days of romance turn into disaster.
This was it, the moment where the lovable big-nosed idiot known as Mario was going out on a date with the infamous sort-of reformed villain Mr Puzzles. Nobody would have ever expected this to happen between the duo, least of all Puzzles himself, but as it turns out, he was only going along with this to prove he didn’t have a crush on the Italian. Usually, he’d never go out with an insufferable idiot like him in a hundred years. However, times were desperate as the deadly disease called Hanahaki was taking its toll on the television. He had already coughed up a gallon of flower petals and not good ones either. Compared to the rose petals from yesterday, these were slightly wilted, almost as if it was some metaphor for the oncoming doom in Mr Puzzles future that ultimately ends up turning him into an irremediable monster that ends life as we know it.
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Nah…that’s a little too far fetched. Not all roses look the same size and shape after all. Just like our reality, everyone is unique in their own special way. If Mr Puzzles was a rose, he’d be a slightly wilted rose, once a beautiful radiant flower that shinned brightly than all the others, slowly losing its touch after many failed attempts. Its greatest desire would be wanting to bloom just as perfectly as it did back then, to be admired by many who came across it.
Yup, definitely fits him to a tee.
And this night was certainly no exception, the TV man doing everything in his power to make this night run smoothly as possible like the perfectionist he was. Messing up this evening on purpose to prove a point might be fine with some people, but not him. Such acts were beneath his charm and showbiz. If he is forced to go along with Mario on a date, the least he could do was act like he wanted it to go well.
“H-How do I look…?” Mr Puzzles asked as he fixed the bow on his shirt, a slightly bigger one than the usual gray one he was so fond of wearing. “Very nice!” Tari complimented as she ruffed out the wrinkles on his sleeves. “Y-You sure it’s not tacky…I wouldn’t want to come off too strong.”
“You’re going out with Mario. I think you’ve already ruined that image.” Meggy snickered as she came with a freshly picked bouquet in her hands. “Here. I figured you would be a bit stand offish about roses considering…you know…so I picked some poppies instead.” Puzzles clutched the colorful flowers in his gloved palms and admired himself in the mirror.
“I look quite exceptional if I do say so myself~”
Mr Puzzles gazed at his reflection, imagining an incredibly handsome and classy version of himself staring back, batting his eyes and curving his multi colored smile into a cocky grin. “I don’t see how any bright mind could ever resist the charms of moi.”
“I can…” Meggy grumbled a bit, seemingly a bit envious of these two going out together. Sure, she believed that nobody deserved to die in the horrible and gruesome way Puzzles had been suffering for the past week, but something still bugged her whenever she saw or even thought about her best friend together with the likes of him…
As Tari finished straightening the TV man’s coat, she exclaimed with a supportive thumbs up “Alright, I’m done. You’re all set for your big date with Mario!” The girls observed him head to toe, dressed in a slick suit and matching bow tie that any discerning eye could easily mistake him for getting married. Some leather tap shoes wrapped around his feet as if any moment Puzzles would break out into song with a top hat and cane, but that would be a little too strong for the first date.
“Don’t…call it that…” Mr Puzzles mumbled as a beating heart monitor line ran across his screen, avoiding eye contact from the humiliation. Embarrassment was the embodiment of his figure right now, the television ashamed to call this not just his first date, but very much the first ever date in his whole entire career.
“Hey, if you’re nervous, that’s okay. Lots of people get nervous on dates.” The blue haired girl established in effort to calm his nerves, but instead it prompted the TV man to ask for advice in a false confidence sort of way.
“But what do I even do? Hold his hand? Open the door for him? Walk him home?” Mr Puzzles took one lone poppy flower and twirled it around in his fingers, noticing how the color reminded him of a certain goofy Italian that he was going to meet in less than an hour.
“I guess…” Tari couldn’t tell if Mr Puzzles was actually considering the possibility of playing gentleman with Mario or if he was mocking himself for doing so.
“Well, I don’t know much about relationships. Although, I know all about the romantic gestures from rom coms.”
“Well, this is totally different!” Meggy spat with a sudden raise of voice.
“I mean, this is Mario we’re talking about here! He’s not going to care if you let him enter a room ahead of you or be his personal chauffeur!”
“Calm down Meggy, he just wants to show some manners, that’s all.” Tari held the orange haired girl back from getting violent with Mr Puzzles as the television pressed his whole back against the mirror.
“HE DOESN’T EVEN HAVE MANNERS! MR PUZZLES IS JUST A BUSTED TV BOX WHO DOESN’T EVEN KNOW WHAT LOVE IS!”
A awkward silence filled the room as all of them remained motionless for a couple seconds. Tari’s jolting reflexes caused her to let go as Meggy sighed, her words coming out more harshly than she wanted them to. With a hand to the side of her head, Meggy calmed herself before choosing to speak up once more. “Look, you don’t know Red like I do. Maybe I should just come with you guys so-”
“I-I don’t think that’s a good idea Meggy…” Tari shuddered with a slight croak as she worried the inkling turned human would lash out on her next. “Mr Puzzles needs to do this on his own and this will never work if we keep getting in the way. Just give it time and things will work out.”
“You’re right…sorry.”
Mr Puzzles stood against the wall shaking like a leaf, allowing Meggy to end her unleashed rage of admittance and spot the flower stuffed inside his curled fingers. “H-Here…let me…” She took the poppy and stuck it in Puzzles coat pocket, revealing only the bud and petals attached. He looked like a model for a valentines card commercial, somehow making him look dashing and stupid at the same time. “Ignore what I said Mr Puzzles, you look great. Honestly.”
Tari fumbled in her jacket and pulled out a crinkled sheet of paper, unwrapping the folds and handing it to the TV man. “Here, this note has all the information for the restaurant you guys are meeting at. If you leave now then you should make it just in time.”
“U-Uh…right.” Mr Puzzles stuttered with a gulp, clearly Meggy’s words getting him all frantic and sweat induced. He had just gotten this new suit now too. Now it was going to reek of stench by the time he gets to retire for the night. The only way this thing would be a meaningful keepsake now was if Mario laid a hand on his arm or something. God, the date hadn’t even started and he was already turning into a nervous train wreck. Meggy swiveled her head away from Puzzles so he wouldn’t hear what she had to say. She mumbled to no one in particular except the thick air she was forced to share with the unfortunate television standing in the same room with her.
“Hopefully Mario is having more luck…”
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“MARIO! WOULD YOU JUST SIT STILL FOR ONE DAMN SECOND!?”
On the other side of the kingdom, inside Smg4’s castle at the Showgrounds, Four and Three were trying to help Mario get ready for his date. However, the flimsy Italian struggled to wiggle out of their incentive grasp. Who would have guessed Mario didn’t like fancy suits and ties? Everyone, that’s who. Right now, the blue eyed man was trying to straighten Mario’s tie while his partner pinned the plumber onto the ground to ensure no means of escape. “NOOOOOO! Mario doesn’t want to!”
“Do you want to look nice for your date or not!?”
“Can’t believe this idiot has a date…” Three mumbled under his breath as you could detect the jealousy and envy being carried through his voice. “And with that TV freak of all people…” He had to admit when the fat Italian came crawling to his doorstep, neither one of them would have imagined he’d be begging for their help to prepare his date with Mr Puzzles. Like bro, get some better taste in women. But it did sort of hurt his pride a bit that this fatso was seeing someone before he did.
“And let’s face it, we all agree if anyone deserves an intimate relationship here, it would be me!”
Yeah, right. Like that would ever happen. Even such a self proclaimed rizzler like himself couldn’t pull anything more than a make believe bomb girlfriend. That was beside the point however as tonight was all about their stupid Italian friend and long term enemy. Although, what Three said made Four stop and think before facing his best friend. He asked him almost desperately “You don’t actually have feelings for Mr Puzzles?…Right?” Mario sat up with a huff and glared defiantly as the bearded man before crooking his head at Four and asked “Wut?”
“Like you and him aren’t…y'know.” Four took his two index fingers and tapped them together in a subtle gesture as to his assumption that Mario and Puzzles might be “making love” on this date. It was perhaps too subtle for the thick minded Italian as he stared derpily at the blue eyed man and said “Yes, I’m sorry. I do not speak English sir.”
All this back and forth banter was starting to give Smg4 a never ending headache as he slapped his face aggressively and let Three take the wheel instead. “Oh for god’s sake! Mr Puzzles might be attracted to you idiot!” Mario didn’t respond with a meme or his classic “Oooooo” sound effect like he always did, he stood in silence, blinking for what seemed like forever. He could have sworn his heart thumped a little, but the excessive plumber joshed them. “Oh Mario gets it! Funny joke Es-mg-3! You almost got Mario! Pffff, like TV guy is actually in love with Mario! HAHAHAHAH!”
“There’s a possibly…” Four grumbled in vague recallment of how shifty the two were acting the other day, his suspicions on high alert.
“Well…how would you-a like it if Mario constantly teased you for-a liking Es-mg-3! Huh!?”
“You already do that.”
“Oh…”
The trio was left in awkward silence, begging one another to bring the conversation back up again, but they were stuck in an infinite loop of staring at each other like it was high noon. “Well, Es-mg-4 is still Mario’s best friend and he should support him! It’s Mario’s choice and your stinky a** doesn’t get a say in it!” Four’s facade began to crumble as he furrowed his brows into something else, signaling his change in thought. Three still seemed a bit standoffish about it until his other half spoke up. “You’re right Mario…I’m sorry. I keep forgetting to act like a good friend to you. It’s not my business who you talk to or see, but I do support you…more or less.”
“Yippee!” The Italian threw his arms around the blue eyed man and squealed “Thank you for trusting Mario!” Four soon caught the same case of giggles the heavy Italian had while clinging to him so he returned the hug sincerely with a pat on the back. Smg3 just turned up his nose and rolled his eyes in utter annoyance. “Ugh, get a room you two.” He tried walking away before Mario teasingly tugged Three’s sleeve. “Awwww, is-a Es-mg-3 is feeling left out? Come here bro!” Smg3 was suddenly tackled into a bear hug between the two weenies as he grimaced and tried escaping their clutches, but eventually he realized the only way to leave was to wait it out.
“You…b-bakas!”
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Mr Puzzles stood outside the restaurant, clenching the flowers with his sweaty palms. He never remembered getting this worked up over something so insanely stupid. A classic sign of the first date jitters, but this stubborn television refused to believe it was because of Mario. His denial kept telling him that this is the first time he had ever been on a real life date with anyone before and these nerves were just getting use to the experience. But this denial wasn’t just a struggle between the little angel and devil on his shoulders. It was a heavy stream of suffering as each time his thoughts shut this potential romance down, it felt as if a new vine had began growing in his throat.
The street lights were flickering, the stars were twinkling, and street puddles were splashing with the pitter patter of feet stomping. It reminded Puzzles of simpler times, back when he was a kid. Sure, he was lonely and had abusive parents, but some good did come out of his young life that perhaps-
“Hey TV man! It’s-a me! Mario!”
Mr Puzzles swung around to see the red plumber staring up at him with an embellished red suit with all the trimmings and cuffs. No wonder Mario had such a temper tantrum putting it on. The TV man was at such a loss of words that his greeting came out as a repulsive stutter that went “UHHHHHHH-”
Get a hold of yourself Puzzles! Remember, appearance is everything. Deep breaths and smile big.
Shaking his anxiety away, the television plastered a cheeky grin across his screen and retorted with big emphasis “Greetings Mario! So glad you decided to join me this evening! And here I thought you stood me up.”
“Mario never messes out on Italian cuisine!”
“I had a hunch my dear boy. As you can see, I’ve picked out a perfectly splendid spot for our rendezvous.”
“TV man is speaking funny words!”
Puzzles let out an irritated inhale through his air holes and reminded himself to stay calm and collected. “Why, yes Mario. It is called good manners and if you are going to attend a date like this, you must be on your best behavior.”
“What’s…manheres?”
Mr Puzzles put a hand up to his face and slid it down remotely. Why was he even playing suck up for this brat?
“Here, I’ll show you.”
Unexpectedly, Mr Puzzles reached out for the wacky Italian’s chubby hand and bent down, giving it a quick and tenderized kiss that didn’t last for more than a few seconds. When he pulled away, the TV headed man spoke seductively “Good evening my dearest. Thank you for agreeing to join me for dinner tonight.” Mario’s cheeks went warm and rosy from the polite kiss as the strange sensation wanted to make him never wash that hand again. “See? Now you try.” Mr Puzzles offered his hand out delicately for the mustached man to reciprocate, but after blinking back and forth between the TV man and his gloved hand, Mario received the wrong message. He shook Mr Puzzles’ hand rapidly to the point he’d thought his arm fall off.
“Mario can’t wait to eat dinner!”
“Uh…yes…” The television grimaced as he was finally able to yank his delicate hand away, wondering if he should be regretting his life choices at this point. Obviously, Mario was a noob when it came to romance so maybe Puzzles needed to crank up the charm factor. Thinking he could win the Italian over with a grand gesture, the TV man leaned against the entrance frame for a few seconds and then held the door open. “After you, my beloved~”
“Okie thanks!”
Instead of humoring and playing along with Mr Puzzles like he wanted, Mario walked inside the restaurant without a second glance, leaving the poor television in disregard. “A little attention would be nice…” He huffed as Puzzles followed Mario into the restaurant. He certainly had a reputation for wanting to make a big impact and it was well known how irritatingly furious he got when things didn’t pan out.
His inner monologuing was then brought to a screeching halt when both of them found there was a line of customers at the front desk, impatiently waiting to be seated. Guess that’s what they get for picking a five star joint. Mr Puzzles let out an obvious sigh and folded his arms in reluctance, but Mario refused to comply. He was already more impatient than all of these strangers combined. Just a few seconds inside and Mario broke apart from Puzzles to stomp up to the front, refusing to take no for an answer.
“Let Mario through! He has the very important spaghetti pass!”
“I’m afraid you’re gonna have to wait in line just like everybody else, sir.” The receptionist explained while the fat plumber was this close to having a temper tantrum in public. “Bullcrap! Mario wants foodie now!”
“Shush Mario, come back before you make things worse.” Mr Puzzles whisper shouted from the back of the line, but Mario didn’t back down. “Sir, please go stand at the end of the line or I’m afraid I have to ask you to leave.” The receptionist kept warning him, however Mario didn’t care if the entire FBI forced him out. It was his date and he should be allowed to do what he wants. At least that’s how it played out in his head. Just when his fists were dangerously clenched and his face had gone all red, the red Italian spotted a familiar face from the kitchen.
“Bowser! It’s-a me, Mario!”
The giant koopa looked up from his work station to see his old pal waving with a goofy smile and didn’t hesitate to sneak away for a moment to say hello. “Mario, long time no see.”
“Same to-a you, ya big tubby! You work here?” Ignoring that vulgar nickname, Bowser nodded and adjusted the chef’s hat sitting atop his head. “You bet! All those cooking lessons with you and your brother have paid off! And I won’t stop until I’m the best world chef anyone has ever seen! MWAHAHAHAH!” He laughed for a good 10 minutes before clearing his throat and asking “What about you? What are you doing here?”
“Mario is-a here on a date!” Bowser looked pretty disturbed upon hearing that until the plumber pointed at the stiff looking TV man in line and his shoulders relaxed once again. “Oh thank god…I would have killed you if you were actually on a date with Princess Peach.” Mario shook his head and beckoned Mr Puzzles to come over with a friendly call. “TV man, come over and meet this fata** turtle!”
Puzzles cheeks went a deep scarlet red as he shuffled by the unwanted bystanders while covering his face and trying to avoid deep eye contact. He yelped when Mario snaked an arm around his waist and proclaimed “Meet-a Mario’s date!”
Bowser crooked a brow and scratched his head, thinking perhaps a hot, attractive woman was behind this tall, clunky television. “Him!? He’s your date?”
“Yupper do!” The fat Italian exclaimed with nothing but plentiful pride, but Mr Puzzles just fidgeted in his spot and laughed nervously. “A-Actually, we’re in a bit of a rush, so if you could help us get in faster, we would-”
“Oh, why didn’t you say so?!” Bowser chirped with a smirk as he grabbed a couple of menus and pointed over to an open table big enough for two people. “You can take that one over there, dinner’s on me tonight!” It didn’t take long for Mario’s hungry eyes to gleam in exhilaration while Mr Puzzles just stared at the koopa with a dumbfounded look. “You did not just offer to pay for his-”
Unfortunately, Puzzles couldn’t get another word in as the plumber dragged him by the arm over to their table, but he still managed to sneak one last look at Bowser before muttering “You don’t realize what you’ve just done.” Even he knew that if someone offered to pay for their meal, they’d be sitting here all night. That fatso just couldn’t resist the prospect of unlimited free food.
Case in point, once they were seated, Mario snatched the menu away from Bowser’s claws and skimmed the list to find the best Italian cuisine he could get his hands on. Mr Puzzles relented and opened his menu as well, a little disappointed he didn’t get the chance to push Mario’s chair in for him. He had to admit that there were many tasty options the restaurant had to offer along with a variety of wine selections.
“I’ll leave you love birds alone while I get some waters!” Bowser smiled with a wink, disappearing into the kitchen to grab a pitcher.
Puzzles swore he felt a twinge in his throat when he heard the L word we do not speak of. And no, it isn’t lice. The TV man tried peaking over his menu to see if the red Italian had noticed, but he just happily hummed the Mario 64 theme song while swinging his feet underneath the table. That bubbly personality of his gave the television massive butterflies in the stomach as he thought he might go weak in the knees.
No, there’s no way Bowser was being serious back there. He couldn’t be falling in love with Mario now after all this. He just couldn’t.
“TV man?”
Mr Puzzles jumped a little at the sound of his given nickname and let out a fake cough before asking in his jittering voice “Yes, Mario?”
“What are-a you gonna get for dinner?” The plumber questioned in genuine curiosity for no specific reason other than he can. Puzzles drew a blank as he darted his eyes back onto the menu, feeling the beads of sweat already beginning to form.
Just pick something you dimwit He won’t care what I get, just choose something!
That’s what Mr Puzzles kept telling himself, but none of the selections seemed swallowable enough for his sensitive throat. The steak was too big, the lasagna too filling, and don’t even get him started on the salad when it already felt like an entire bowlful was growing inside him. Not able to make up his mind, the television tossed his menu aside and claimed “Actually, I think I’ll skip dinner.” The dopey grin on Mario’s face faded as he noticed the slight discomfort from the TV man. “But-a dinner is-a the best part of the date!”
“I’m not that hungry…” He fiddled with the drawstring of his bowtie, trying to loosen it up while admitting “Besides, I should be resting my neck anyways.” Mario’s frown deepened in concern as he wished there was something he could do to help. It was his firm belief that everyone should be able to enjoy a warm meal whenever they please. He tried to strike a conversation with the television, but he refused to respond. After a while, the Italian just gave up trying to talk altogether and the two sat there in awkward silence, only making occasional glances at each other.
That silence continued as Bowser brought out Mario’s all time favorite order, spaghetti. It managed to cheer up the mustached man for a little bit, but not fully to his highest spirits as he could still sense something bugging Mr Puzzles as he took respective sips of his water. That was probably the only thing he’d eaten today or was willing to eat today which was terribly unhealthy. As Mario sucked a piece of noodle off his fork, a plan began to form in his one, tiny braincell.
“You want some of-a Mario’s spaghetti, TV man?” He asked, prompting Mr Puzzles to blink wildly as he’d never seen the greedy Italian share his pasta with anyone before. “A-Are you being serious right now?” The plumber eagerly nodded and pushed the plate towards him as an offering. “You-a seem like you need it!” Mr Puzzles put his hands up defensively and as usual, declined the unexpected act of kindness. “Thanks, but no thanks. Really, I’m fine my dear boy!”
“Mario insists! He won’t take-a no for an answer!” He prompted, plastering a big, wide smile across his face to assure he meant no harm.
Mr Puzzles irritably groaned at the action. Seeing no way out of this, he hesitantly went to pick up his fork before checking to see if the fat Italian was watching. Yup, Mario was pinning his eyes on him like a hawk. Puzzles twirled the cutlery around and scooped up a string of spaghetti.
Still watching.
Reluctantly, he shoved the forkful of pasta in his vent and quickly swallowed it down while clenching his eyes shut. He took a huge gulp of water after and sighed before perking up at the sudden aftertaste. “Wow…this is good.” Mr Puzzles said while going in for another bite.
“YIPPEE!” Mario threw his arms up and cheered victoriously before hungrily joining in as the pair shared the delicious plate of pasta. Puzzles was actually starting to feel a bit better until he noticed the string of spaghetti he was eating was connected to Mario’s lips. A strong jolt of static ran through his antennas as the TV man had an internal gay panic. Not only was this his first date, but in just a few seconds he would have his first kiss as well.
It didn’t take long for Mario to catch on to the string of spaghetti sharing their lips and both of them stared longingly at each other with crimson faces. Then, just like a romantic scene in Lady And The Tramp, the piece of pasta kept shrinking and shrinking until there was barely a few inches between them. Mario started to lean closer as his eyes flickered shut and his lips puckered. Mr Puzzles nervously reciprocated his actions, going in to cup the plumber’s soft face when…
Wait, what am I doing? I can’t go through with this! It isn’t right! I hate him, he hates me, and that’s how it’s always going to be! I have to stop this, NOW.
For a moment Mario thought he felt the static wavelengths of a television screen until Puzzles pulled away and straightened back properly in his seat. “Ahem, let’s forget this ever happened…” He said, masking this uncomfortable spotlight with another fake cough. “O-Okie dokie…” Mario stammered when deep down he felt a little disheartened.
“So…” The TV man fidgeted with the fork in his hand, trying to change the subject. “Shall we order dessert?”
“You read Mario’s mind!”
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For the rest of the evening, the restaurant was filled with the sounds of laughter of happiness as the pair bantered back and forth, Mario cracking terrible dad jokes and Mr Puzzles bragging about his latest cinema masterpieces. Even while eating the chocolate cake and tiramisu they ordered, Mr Puzzles couldn’t stop beaming at that goofy smile. What he didn’t know was that Mario felt the exact same way whenever that adorable chuckle came out of the TV man’s voice box. They secretly wished this night would last forever, but unfortunately it was time to leave as their date was approaching its end.
Waving goodbye to Bowser and thanking him for paying their tab, the two stepped out into the cool midnight air. “I guess this is the part we go our separate ways, huh?” Puzzles chuckled as he sheepishly rubbed the back of neck. The red Italian didn’t answer as he whipped his head up and down the street, realizing there was nobody around. It was just them.
“Unless…”
“Unless?”
Mario bashfully swung his foot around as he gained the courage to ask “Maybe TV man wanted to-a finish that kiss…” Mr Puzzles’ perplexed expression turned to one of mild annoyance as he shook his head and replied “What did I just say about bringing that up!?” He looked like he was about ready to storm off before that damn fatso blocked his path and held his hands out as to urge him to stop. “Mario has-a never felt this way before! Sure, he-a kissed girls like Daisy and that b*tch Peach, but-a not like that!”
Puzzles hated to admit it, but he felt that heated moment between them as well. The passionate flicker of his eyes, the warm breath against his screen, the Italian’s soft skin against his glove. And even that one narrowing second when he thought his hanahaki had disappeared. The mustached man gently grabbed Mr Puzzles’ hand and squeezed it in hope that it would give him some recompense.
But if Mario really is his soulmate, does that mean he actually might be falling in-
Puzzles gasped and sharply pulled his hand back, starling the Italian in the process. “I-I can’t Mario…I’m not…” He watched as Mario’s shimmering gaze fell brokenhearted and that burned him up aside. Why are feeling so complicated? Why are his feelings so complicated? Why can’t he just be the soulless machine everyone thought he was? Why, why, WHY!?
“TV man…are you okie…?”
“I’M FINE!” Mr Puzzles suddenly snapped in a blind rage, spooking the plumber so badly that he fell over. His nice suit had splashed right into a street puddle, staining it terribly with mud. His screen flipped to something unreadable as he bent down to Mario’s level and jabbed a finger into his chest. “Don’t you get it, you idiot!? There is nothing between us! You mean NOTHING to me! A mere means to an end!”
Mario’s lip began to quiver as his eyes swam with tears, his heart shattering into a million pieces. “B-But Mario though we…”
“YEAH!? WELL YOU THOUGHT WRONG!?”
Seeing the Italian crushed beyond belief made Mr Puzzles’ gut wrench ass he backed off with a sigh. He knew when to quit and this was no exception. He started down the path, crossing his arms, but turned back with a vague apology. “I’m sorry Mario, but this could never work between us. I’m just…unlovable…”
He thought he saw Mario try to reach out for him, but he didn’t care anymore. Mr Puzzles dashed down the street and ducked through alleyways to get back to dirty, rubbish home. The one place a monster like him truly belonged.
Author’s Note: Okay, before you start bombarding me with comments, yes I know it’s been forever since this fic has been updated. First of all, I had to take a break halfway through writing this chapter because of WOTFI 2025 and the end of SMG4 that made this project too hard to work on. Second of all, I’m starting to hyper fixate on Gunshow more than Marware now so I slightly favor them more. I still love writing Marware, but my interest in them is slightly decreasing ever since Mr. WPNZ got introduced (please don’t attack me). That’s all, byyeeee!
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Just random Stella doodles ~!
Pre-relationship Marware in New Gen ✌️
The faaaaaam <333
And SpagheTV came to yippeeee @ominus-potato
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I am but doesnt mean im stopping my SMG4 content I just now do other fandom ships along side SMG34, Gunshow, Marware and other ships
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Hello there! I’m doing alright and well, and I hope the same thing goes to you too ^^ thank you for checking up on me.
I’ve got some more marware arts to provide since it’s Christmas
Have a great holiday out there, by the way!
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I made this on a whim. Don’t question it.
(FUCK I CAN ONLY ADD 30 TAGS?? WHY DO YOU WISH TO RESTRICT ME TUMBLR?? WHY RESTRICT THE SILLINESS??? Am I only here to suffer? Through the misery and pain /j)
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Mario: Mario then found out they were TV man kid! La bambina became very clingy to Mario, so I decided to help Puzzles to take care of her!
Mr Puzzles: A robot just appeared outside the alley of my studio. We never knew who threw them and left them in such a vulnerable state…
💜: While one found Stella half-repaired and completely lost. The other one watched with horror a child-sized robot abandoned like it was trash…
💜: The two sides of a coin, huh
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SMG4tober Day 13 - Favourite ship
ITS NOT MARWARE ANYMORE OKAY?! I STILL LOVE THOSE TWO AND THEY DEFINITELY GET AN HONOURABLE MENTION
Wreniles has just devoured my brain over the last few months so sorry but they’re my favourite. I’ll still make loads of Marware stuff don’t worry!!!!
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Wowee Marware jumpscare
Been a while since I’ve drawn them. Was feeling shit about my anatomy so friend a simple drawing with two characters I’ve drawn a bunch before.looking at it now, it could have been better but it’s too late to fix now! I may be a little burnt out tbh but we push through.
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A Director’s Decision
¤REDEMPTION PUZZLES AU¤
The link is here if anybody wants to see more of this AU
A quick reveal to my designs for Mr. Puzzles and Mar1o’s look from an AU of mine :] (They already have their full character designs on a sketch)
- You may wonder why they both have non-textures…
I have a LOT of things to yap about in this AU speaking of Redemptions, Mr. Puzzles saving Mario and Meggy from a corrupt monster. (He saves Meggy first before Mario since she’s nearer)
All fun and games until Mr. Puzzles realizes that Mario is an avatar linked to their world, and if he dies the whole world dies. HOORAH… I got so obsessed about the whole meme guardian and avatar lore to the point I made this AU to where Mr. Puzzles finds out the truth. (And ofc Mr. Puzzles didnt know)
This AU does not involve much about Puzzles and Mario being romantic interests with each other just to say they are both not dating / not together in this AU at all. I just make arts of them being all lovey dovey but it isn’t canon to the AU itself.
Let’s just say they’re both really good friends…
- (Yes I may have wrote two specific ao3 fanfics about it but it doesn’t make them both to be super duperly inlove. And I want a slow share of their friendship since I see alot to how they both could have gotten this far if they only interracted…)
Pretty much would like to have this AU focus on Mr. Puzzles` character development as a Villain to Tritagonist character from SMG4. Maybe give himself a break from all the whole main villainy stuff…
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I’ll never see that girl again he did it as a gag
I’ll pine away forevermore for puzzles in drag
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Milkshake & Starlight | Marware
It was nighttime outside of the castle, Mario and Mr. Puzzles were sitting on a picnic table, sharing a milkshake with two straws together and the two of them were taking a lot of sips of the milkshake. Mario was sipping most of the milkshake, not even saving some milkshake for his boyfriend, Mr. Puzzles started doing the same thing as Mario, sipping most of the milkshake with his straw and the two had a competition.
“I will win!” Mr. Puzzles said with a despairing voice, wanting to beat his boyfriend with the competition, Mario accepted the challenge and the two decided to continue sipping most of the milkshake when they suddenly looked at the sky to see the million of stars in the sky.
The dark blue sky was in the pretty midnight sky, showing the little stars that were far away from the Earth, showing the big zipper and more beautiful stars. The two decided to make a bet “Whoever drinks most of the milkshake without looking at each other, will eat the cherry on top.” Mario now said, making a new bet to his boyfriend and Mr. Puzzles immediately said after that “You’re on!”
The two started drinking their milkshake without looking at each other, only looking at the sky and immediately, Mario finished all of the milkshake, saying with a wide smile on his face “I win!”
Mario kissed Mr. Puzzles cheeks gently and he smiled. The competition was worth it.