#Dimentio fanfic

[dimentio-fan]

Erm... I've said this in a few comments so far, but uh... to my one and only mutual... what the absolute fuck did we start in @jell-o101 's feed? What did we do!?

Read this fic if you don't understand. But be warned. It is DARK and CRUEL. Read at your own risk.

<a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/21786343"><strong>For Your Entertainment</strong></a> (53628 words) by <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/users/snugglyrabbits"><strong>snugglyrabbits</strong></a><br />Chapters: 13/13<br />Fandom: <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Super%20Mario%20*a*%20Related%20Fandoms">Super Mario &amp; Related Fandoms</a>, <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Super%20Mario%20Bros*d*%20(Video%20Games)">Super Mario Bros. (Video Games)</a>, <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Mario%20*a*%20Luigi%20RPG%20(Video%20Games)">Mario &amp; Luigi RPG (Video Games)</a>, <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Super%20Paper%20Mario%20(Game)">Super Paper Mario (Game)</a><br />Rating: Mature<br />Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death<br />Relationships: Luigi/Mamekku Ouji | Prince Peasley, Mario/Peach Toadstool<br />Characters: Luigi (Nintendo), Mamekku Ouji | Prince Peasley, Peach-hime | Peach Toadstool, Mario (Nintendo), Princess Daisy, Kinopiko | Toadette, Kinopio | Toad, Kinojii | Toadsworth, Koopa | Bowser, Prince Dreambert (Mario & Luigi RPG), Professor E. Gadd, Dimēn | Dimentio<br />Additional Tags: Angst, Revenge, Death, Gore, Murder, Torture, Luigi Suffering, Implied/Referenced Suicide<br />Summary: <p>An old foe returns from the afterlife, seeking revenge on Luigi.</p>

Sorry the link is so much longer, I couldn't copy the actual link so I just hit share and copied the link it gave me.

[ohmaerieme]

my contribution to the super paper dorks discord server 'big bang' event! @ooftale helped contribute to the plot of the fic and also made an amazing illustration to compliment the fic.

enjoy!

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The question sits on his tongue on errand walks throughout the Mushroom Kingdom, quiet afternoons indoors, and on high-stakes adventures to rescue the Princess. He’ll turn to his brother, grocery list in hand, chin on his palm, victorious grin on his lips, and he’ll feel it bubble up his throat.

'What happened', he wants to ask.

...

or, Luigi deals with dying memories and irreversible change after the events of SPM.

3,605 words

[loonataniataushamay-blog]

You're messing with the Wrong Mario Bros

[goldeninsanity50]

Fellow Super Paper Mario fan and Dimentio enjoyers, I'm writing my first SPM fanfic in years. And a little Super Dimentio doodle for the road.

I present "I will be KING of all worlds!"

Summary |

Dimentio has won, the worlds are a blank slate for him to do as he pleases... or so he thought. For some reason the worlds he created always remained disastrously out of balance, unless he added the heroes and villains of prophecy back into them. Fine, it seemed it didn't matter how he did it, just that they were there. They were loyal, and would follow his every command... except unbeknownst to him, Mario retained his sense of self. Dimentio's magical influence is strong, but Mario's will is stronger, he must find a way to defeat this monstrous god that resembles his very own brother, without being caught, lest his own free will be lost as well, and they all fall to the twisted king's command forever.

(Side note, I have writing disabilities such as Dysgraphia and Disorder of written expression. Some sentences or chapters may flow oddly.)

Link to the story:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56727958/chapters/144209755

[loopsietheshadowsiren]

…more Dimigi stuff for you peeps😭

Ya’ll requested more, so, I GAVE MORE!!

[gracebethartacc]

A jesters lament is the most fanfic ever forever

@dappledpaintbrush hiiiiii 💜

Flat vers,,

[chaos-love-au]

Part 4 is out on AO3!!

Dimentio continues with his plan, he will get Mr. L back, no matter the cost.

[space-time-hellsite]

"Heart Without A Soul" coming soon to AO3!

What happens when Dimentio arrives chained up on Luigi's doorstep? What happens when Marx and Magolor arrive at a two dimensional dimension? What happens when a familiar crown rips Luigi's sanity to shreds?

Chapter one will release on Saturday, 11th of January, at 6:30pm GMT (1:30pm EST)!

Chapters will release weekly at the same time.

Base used for the art was made by Chazi

[celestialpaperhaze]

Dimentio Analysis

My thoughts on this Dimentio post, recently shared with me by @iukasylvie! The post: https://altermentality.wordpress.com/2016/02/10/flair-for-the-dramatic/.

! CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR SUPER PAPER MARIO !

Okay before I address the article, I should establish my own Dimentio headcanons. I see our silly jester as a sociopath, in that he can't feel love in the same way as other people. Like Bleck, he has a void inside of him, but Dimentio fills it by feeding off of others. Basically, he likes playing around and taunting people because of how emotionally reactive they are, it's how he fills himself up. Mimi's his favorite to mess around with because she's VERY reactive. As for why he wants his own world: he wants to put on a show. The whole of existence, dedicated to entertaining him. The only characters I can liken this to are the Celestial Toymaker (DW) and the Collector (TOH).

Now first off, the article references SPM in the context of "commedia dell'arte", which was a form of theater in Italy during the Renaissance. This form of theater had three types of characters: innamorati (the star-crossed lovers), vecchi (the powerful elders of society), and zanni (the clowns). The common plot of these plays? Two young lovers, hindered by the elders, who end up turning to the zanni to reach a happy ending.

Of course, Dimentio is a zanni character type. He may not help the Count reach his happy ending directly, but his actions do lead to the wedding with Tippi so, in a sense, this does fit the archetype. And of course, I don't have to tell you who the innamorati characters are. Anyone who knows a lick about Shakespeare probably already knows the love story of Blumiere and Timpani uses a pretty strong "forbidden love" trope, but it's interesting to see this somewhat supported by other forms of theater arts! To say Nintendo and Intelligent Systems had commedia dell'arte in mind when writing SPM's story would be a stretch, but it's always cool to see some elements match across different eras and types of storytelling.

Moving on, does Dimentio care about the other minions? The article eventually concludes that yes, he must, because how could you live in a castle with four other people and not grow to love them? My headcanon lines up with this pretty well--after all, Dimentio words the Count's lie about creating a new world as a "betrayal", and a betrayal facilitates caring enough to trust someone in the first place (points at Olly's entire arc with Olivia in The New Void). But Dimentio doesn't know *how* to love, and his version of "care" is different. He likes having the others around, but as players in his game, as entertainment. That's how he sees it. He fixates on them specifically for a reason he'd never care to explain.

New Void Spoilers Below.

You could say he fixates on Luigi, too, which might seem strange when they had far less time together. Shipping aside, I think canonically Dimentio fixes on Luigi because he's the key to everything, he's a highly valuable asset and Dimentio knows it. In the New Void, this isn't exactly the case. Dimentio doesn't have anything to gain by making Luigi suffer, it's just pure fun. Sure, he COULD torment some Shaydes or D-Men instead, but they're dead and they're boring. Dimentio's also been in the Underwhere for...awhile, and Luigi is a familiar face. In his own way, Dimentio's been a little lonely. It's just that, his way of acting on this feeling is to turn it into a game of psychological warfare...

New Void Spoilers End.

Overall, the strongest part of the article is the description of Dimentio's ideal world. Don't get me wrong, I'm a big fan of darkmarxsoul's Chaos Trilogy, but this depiction of Dimentio's universe might be the best I've ever seen. “Dimentio’s goal is to maximize the amount of drama in the universe…a world with the dials of mortal anguish and despair and even joy set to maximum volume, and the banishment of the mundane. A world where he pulls all the strings to ensure this happens. The Ultimate Show.” Chilling! It's like Bill Cipher's whole Weirdmageddon deal, except rather than maximizing weirdness, DImentio would be maximizing drama, flair, and theatrics. All the world's a stage, and whatnot.

I LOVE this idea for a world of his so much that it's a wonder I haven't started writing fics centered around it already! All these new people living what they think are just ordinary lives, not knowing that it's all being orchestrated by a being that craves mere entertainment. Life as a musical, maybe a comedy tomorrow, or maybe a tragedy next week--all because Dimentio wants it to be. I mean, that's absolutely horrifying when you think about it! Enough for a brief existential crisis maybe! But it's also very cool >:)

In summary: what do we think about Dimentio? I think he's a sociopath who doesn't understand love but desperately wants to be entertained. The article's description of Dimentio's ideal world is scarily accurate and also has a LOT of fanfic potential. Dimentio himself is fun and silly, but also dangerous and probably not someone you'd want to interact with in real life.

As this is my opinion/interpretation, I'm too biased to say whether or not this aligns well with canon. But what do you think? Do you think this all fits Dimentio perfectly, or do you have other thoughts?

[omgtheywereroomates]

Merry Christmas, I really should have done this earlier.

Yeah it’s gonna be a writing, art block is stinky

[nerdy-nintendo-noodle]

Quilt

(An idea of a fluff scene inspired by @lizadale 's Dimigi stories. I hope you all enjoy! Luigi's POV, by the way ❤️)

You think for some time, staring down at fistfuls of oddly coloured fabrics in your hands. He'll like it. You almost seem to try and convince yourself for a moment. Again, you sift through them.

First was the huge piece of white material, which when you flipped it over, you got a beautiful sea of stars and what felt like a portal to space. Ah, count Bleck's cape. Very high quality fabric. Just Textured like your jersey that Dimentio had liked before.

Then, a black one. Oh. With gold buttons on. And a neckerchief of green. It must have been his. Or rather, yours. But not you. You try your best to breathe through the hard lump that accumulated so fast in your throat. And, just as quick, a little twinge in your chest. Breathe, breathe, the longer you look at it, the less overwhelming it will be. The less the heart will have control over you. Just desensitise. You blink many times with shuddery breaths staggering through you. Every glance hurts, but a little less than the last. It was Mr. L's shirt. It was hard for you to see. But it was clean. All the fabrics were now.

You'd gone to all this trouble to go back and get these. This bundle of clothing and materials were the same pile of colours that clashed the day you saw Dimentio huddled unconscious in them. They were previously stained in blood, sodden and crusty. Dusty and an overwhelming smell of rubble and antiques. You'd cleaned them all tenderly. First by hand and then in a washing machine.

Next was a patch of what you could gather of Dimentio's old attire. A small patchwork square of purple and yellow. You had actually salvaged two small fabric squares of it. And, as you peered into a bag to the side of you, something else, but you'd already fixed that.

Following this was a polkadot fabric. Yellow mainly, and then white dots. Mimi's. Then a skirt. Red and black. Oh, that's no skirt. And if you'd have said that to O'chunks... well, who knows what would have happened. You feel your lips curling upwards as one of your thumbs lightly rubs over each one. Time to get to work.

When Dimentio finally arrives home from his day out with the flopside Nolrem and managing a shithole of a dimension, he looks just a little overwhelmed. And you feel the tension in your chest as you grip the bag you'd stuffed the things into.

Oh dear. This may hurt him more. I don't want to do that. Please. Please be okay with this. If I just explain it maybe it'll b-

"OW!" You exclaim, feeling a notch of your skin retract from between his pinched fingers.

"You're worried. I was too long gone, was that the problem?" Dimentio asks, rubbing the patch where he'd nipped you. The heat of the tight pinch started to fade. You shake your head, then tipping it towards the bag you're holding.

"I... I got you something. Well, us, something..." You answer. He smiles a touch, reaching for it. As he grabs it, you feel your hand clench in protest. Don't, don't!

"Well, won't you let me see? A little odd that you would make something and not let me have it." Dimentio squinted at you and forcefully pinged each of your fingers from the loopholes of the bag.

Your stomach scrunched. The heart. It was pulling you down. But at the same time, you knew, somehow, that you both needed this in your lives.

Dimentio pulls a large quilt out from the bag. All knitted together. A collection of the fabrics he once swaddled himself in. The members of team Bleck. Their attire. All here. His face screwed for a moment as he went to smell for the cold, earthy, aged deteriorating smell. What he expected wasn't what he got. Detergent and soft feels, smells of lavender and a couple of spices. You knew to put warm smells in there, and not watery fragrances, of course.

"I... I thought we could have it as a momento. You know... our pasts aren't getting any easier to deal with. So, if we work together to get over it, and remember there's comfort in our tale somewhere... maybe desensitising ourselves to these and purposefully looking at the bad and turning it into a positive will help? Its okay if it stays in the wardrobe for a while, I'll understand..." You disclaim. Because you have to. You can't just leave it. You have to tell him and demonstrate to him that you didn't do it for his past to haunt him.

Dimentio goes through some facial phases. First, a touch of confusion. Then a hit of fascination. Followed by admiration as he swept his gelled bangs aside to look at the seems you'd knitted. The texture differences of all the clothes, the knitted seems, the colours. Everything was so distracting but yet beautiful all at once. You notice that the longer he stares at this thing, the more his mouth tries to open and say something.

"Thank you. This is, actually, genius. You singlehandedly made this. And you didn't have a meltdown while seeing-" He points at the black fabric with a green bandana. Your hands clasp together and fidget for a minute.

"Yes. Just a little. But I listened to you. I wanted to be brave. No matter how many times you tell me to shove a sour candy in my mouth, dunk my head in cold water and all the rest when I'm stressed... it takes a lot for me to notice that I'm actually stressing... You, on the other hand, can notice it a mile off. So when you remind me you're here, pinching me and waking me up... I dunno. You see, I wanted to expose myself to stress but make something good out of it... and maybe that way I'll get to get a little stronger while battling the heart. While being on my own." You blabber on. Your true intentions laid bare in front of him now. No harm done, no intention to hurt, I hope you see it.

Dimentio looks down at it again and swiftly curls the large blanket around himself. A jester burrito. And you cannot believe it. So early on, he's wrapping it around himself. You were prone to thinking it would be banished from his sight until he could cope. Apparently, he's gotten better with things being the way they were too. This is news. And good one, at that.

"Ah, there's more!" You nod at the bag again. Dimentio peers inside and pulls out a smaller granny square. It was his old uniform, but with small bells around it. He shook it delightfully, listening to their teeny individual chimes. Each one sounded different, but together they sounded far better.

Then, one more. Dimentio finally pulls out the last item... and his face. Oh his face. That smile. A genuine one. That curled from ear to ear and it wasn't threatening. Thank grambi. His old mask sat in his hands. It was all pulled together and stuck into one piece. However, the cracks were visible. It wasn't one of the seemless repairs like it was brand new, because what was the point of that? Oh no, this one's shattered pieces were bonded together with gold.

"Y'see the method here was to see the cracks and how much you've healed. I heard it was call-"

"Kintsugi. Yes, I'm familiar with it. And I can see why. I see its repair methods are similar to that of when you are using that soldering iron. These crafts aren't a far cry from what you stand for. Healing things by stitching them up and nurturing them, followed by fixing things and yet embracing their far from perfect past. I must say... these are exquisite. Thank you." Dimentio cooed, now rushing to fill in the blank space between you and him.

His warmth. That familiar feel of a job well done. It was never going to be easy, being away from him time after time when he went away to fix dimensions. So you thought it to be a good idea of getting stronger to fight the heart on your own. Though surprised, Dimentio actually started to look happy about it. And over the past few weeks you could visibly tell that he was, catching feelings for you. Nothing really backhanded was going on. And you could breathe without second guessing. You could breathe without the heart, because he was right there, helping it to sink deeper away from you. The cuddle was so tight that it felt like the chaos heart could get shit out, quite frankly. And the thought was tickling.

"By the way," Dimentio muffled into your chest, coming up for air to stare you dead in the eye.

"This is still not a decent substitute for your clothing. As much as it is deeply appreciated, leave a bundle of your clothes to me. If I should find an empty wardrobe at any time, I will kill you." He informs. Looks like laundry day, no matter how hard you try, was still going to be a fight...

[ohmaerieme]

more hcs time. im gonna get poetic with this shit

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luigi post-spm gets frequent nightmares. frequent, as in several-a-night frequent. the kind where theyre so very vivid, but you forget what it was about at all once you wake up.

he doesnt know whats causing the nightmares, the lack of sleep, so he cant very well figure out a solution on his own, can he?

but mario notices the steadily growing bags under his eyes, and the dirty coffee mugs piling up in the sink. and for the first time in a long, long time, mario moves their beds together and they stay up however long they can together.

when luigi falls asleep, now, he stays asleep. and he has the vague idea that he had dreamt of a very pleasant memory, where the fear and confusion, amidst a hellscape, had gone away in lieu of a hug from the person hed wanted to see most.

he wakes up with sore limbs and half of his blanket pulled off of him, but he feels more well-rested than he has been in months.

[loonataniataushamay-blog]

Dimentio infects Luigi with the Chaos Heart

[papermariogirl257]

Since you were asking for Dimentio prompts, here's one (By the way, sorry I kept bumping the follow button on and off!): Dimentio reminiscing on the good old days, the machinations he set in motion, the things nobody else remembers because he made them forgotten, all the paths he's guided so long from the shadows finally coming together.

Sorry, this took so long, but thanks for the ask! I'll try to post more often and answer asks immediately from now on!

~☆~

(Dimentio's POV)

I've waited for this day for as long as I can remember, like a teenager finally graduating. Now, it's time to go for my degree. I remember the days before this plan was set in motion… Things were so much simpler back then… Before the Prophecy… No, I mustn't look to the past! I must keep looking to the future like a scam artist pretending to be a fortune teller! I can't go back now, even if I wanted to… Not since the accident…

I can't believe things fell into place so easily, like a puzzle made for toddlers! Truly, these so-called ‘Heroes of Prophecy’ are quite gullible. They were all guided so easily, like cows to the slaughter. I too was naive once, but that was long ago. I was soft, but I toughened up. They didn't think this plan would work, that the Dark Prognosticus or the Chaos heart would ever fall into my hands. But I'll prove them all wrong. I'll be the best they've ever seen! Ahahahaha!~

This plan was more complex than it may seem to the inexperienced. Long ago, I entrusted the Dark Prognosticus to the Tribe of Darkness, knowing full well they couldn't fathom its power. Once I planted the seed in that old fool's mind that his son might have a human lover, the chain reaction started, like dominoes. The ancients, as well as the infernal witch Jaydes, certainly threw a wrench in my plans, but that only made me more determined.

I searched for years for that lovesick fool. That is after those wretched ancients had the gall to kill me! I'm so glad I escaped that place, although at least they treated me like an evil mastermind there. They had the right idea, unlike them. I'll prove them wrong. I'll prove them all wrong. They will never mock me again. Instead, they'll cower in fear, like the insignificant worms they are. I'll never again live in the streets, never again will I go hungry…

I grew closer to Bleck's little minions than I expected. O'chunks was useful for extra muscle, as well as a text subject for my floro sprout, even if he has rather subpar intelligence. However, his brutish Scottish accent is rather primitive and got on my nerves after a while. Young Mimi was quite amusing to prank, as she always had quite dramatic reactions. She was quite obsessed with her rubees, and her way of shifting into other forms is rather off-putting. Her spider-like form that she uses for battle is especially chilling. Her diary was a rather amusing read though, like the funnies at the end of a newspaper!

Nastasia, however, is as dull as a child-proof door knob. She was always at the count’s side, and was quite a stickler for all his rules, though most she created on her own. She has hypnosis powers, which are rather intimidating.

Mr. L, the legendary man in green, was by far the most amusing minion, other than myself of course. He was also quite useful to my plans. It's quite a shame he thinks I murdered him. He always thought so highly of himself and that ‘Brobot’ he was working on, completely unaware that he wasn’t his own person! How could one not even know they are an artificial construct, brought about by hypnosis and dark magic? How pathetic! Still, a rather formidable adversary.

Such a shame they'll all meet such an untimely end, like side characters in a rather unsavory book. Maybe I could make room for them in my perfect worlds. If they behave as they should, like children on their best behavior, perhaps I might.

Then there's the count. If he hadn't fallen in love with that human all those years ago, my plan would have never come into fruition so beautifully. He may have taken quite a while to find the Prophecy in his search for his lost love, but he got it all the same. Although, he never found true success until he broke. Once his heart was shattered, his mind quickly followed.

In this state, he can't think quite as clear, especially when it comes to his old morals. He is so depressed, he tricked all his minions- except me of course- into believing he would make perfect worlds after he destroyed everything, but his plan was to destroy everything, including himself. Of course, this could never do! The Chaos heart will be put to must better use in my hands.

After I found that lovesick old fool and his lackeys, everything fell oh so easily into place. All I needed was to trick that weed King Croacus into lending me a floro sprout. Maybe now those peasants will respect me. They'll have to! I'll rule over them all, I'll be the Master of Dimensions, the ruler of all worlds! Now, I think I hear the sound of my dearest count losing! Showtime! Ahahahahah!~

~☆~

Hope this is sufficient! If you guys want me to do more writing, let me know! Ciao

[goldeninsanity50]

The next chapter of King of all worlds is out! Sorry it took a while and it's so short, I was on vacation.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56727958/chapters/146841028

[dappledpaintbrush]

quick AJL!Dimentio for the soul because he is my son and he has every disease