#Mario's gloves are blue.

[sbnkalny]

Mario's nipples are blue.

Mario's gloves are blue.

[gingergari]

ASSUMING UR STILL TAKING THE EXPRESSION THINGS peach 14 maybe :D

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POV: she just threatened to blow you up

[ghostgirl-22]

It’s November so… uh Happy Halloween 👻

18+ !NSFW! Explicit

Day 31: That one time at the Halloween Party

Pair: Artrick + Tashi

It ends upstairs in the bedroom of some star baseball player, Tanner Mulligan, he’s got a full ride to Stanford just like Tashi. Patrick has no idea who the fuck he is but both Art and Tashi seem to know him. It’s how they got invited to his Halloween house party in the first place. There were so many people, hell Patrick probably had a full conversation with him but he doesnt remember much before the bedroom.

He remembers what they dressed up as. He was Mario, red sweater, blue jeans, gloves, a dumb cap and mustache that kept dropping off so he gave up. Tashi was the princess peach in a short little knock off pink dress with frills and a crown. And Art matched him in green but still so blonde he could’ve been a princess too.

It was supposed to be a couples costume but obviously Patrick would never choose if he could get away with it. So they all went together. Art still desperate for his girlfriend and Tashi still playfully amused about it.

It doesn’t matter though. Patrick can handle him. At least that’s what he thinks.

Art is popular among the tennis team but everyone at Stanford seems to adore Tashi. So it was just easier for Patrick to spend the night with Art and watch Tashi work the room. Besides he’s got prime real estate, a spot next to Art crowded onto one of the sofas.

Well it’s not easier, Art’s sitting between Patrick and one of his tennis friends that clearly has a huge crush on him. It’s so fucking obvious to everyone��� except probably Art.

It’s ironic actually.

Patrick would go commiserate if he didn’t hate the guy. He’s working on Art, when Patrick’s not even there and Patrick thinks he’ll lose it if someone else gets to fuck him first.

Thankfully Art’s oblivious to the fact that the boy is steadily bringing him drink after drink to get him drunk. Something Patrick might do if he imagined they could make out at the end of the night. It annoys him though that this guy seems to know this about Art.

So Patrick takes Art’s drinks when he’s half done nearly every time to slow the process. It does earn him several frustrated glances from Art’s new boyfriend to which Patrick smirks in response. If he wants it he can get in line. Art’s conveniently oblivious to their silent feud, though. He’s busy pointing out girls in slutty Halloween costumes.

“Isn’t she your type?” Art asks about at least three different girls. Patrick thinks maybe Tashi has broken him because as hot as some of these girls are they aren’t really on Tashi’s level for him.

Even more amusing, Art must notice him watching, when Tashi chats with a group of 4 or 5 boys dressed as zombie football players because he leans over and whispers. “Brandon is the quarterback, he has a crush on her, they’re in the same biology class.”

“Shut up,” Patrick says.

“What? I’m just saying…they work in the lab together. He’s kinda handsome, right?”

Patrick looks at him, smirking. “You’re such a manipulative little shit.”

“I’m not being manipulative, I’m just literally telling you about him,” Art hiccups, snatching his drink back and taking a sip. He’s already drunk. Such a fucking lightweight.

“Yeah Patrick, I think he’s right. You should go check on your girl. I mean… they are standing kinda close.“ It's Art’s crush. He really wants Patrick to leave and Patrick really wants to tell him to fuck off.

“So I go over there and fly off the handle. Tell her she can’t talk to any boys and she tells me to fuck off and comes crying to you right?” Patrick says to Art and he shrugs, shit eating grin on his lips.

He’s not wearing the Luigi cap or mustache any more, boy crush playfully snatched it so Art would take his hat and so he’s got on this Indiana Jones Fedora. He looks stupid cute. If anything Patrick would tell him not to talk to any more boys. He trusts Tashi… at least enough to know she wouldn’t fuck around without telling him. But Art would do it and think nothing of it. They aren’t dating after all…

Tashi walks over then with another friend, some pretty girl with long braids, dressed like a vampire in thigh high stockings just like Tashi’s except black instead of white.

“This is my boyfriend, Patrick,” she says smiling at her friend. “Patrick this is Olivia. She’s my RA.”

”Hi,” Patrick says, trying to focus on her face and not their legs. He’s had enough drinks though that he’s fantasizing about them tangled up together. Tashi’s clearly tipsy or something, one of her white tights is slipping down her calf, her crown is on crooked, her eyes are glassy and she looks dangerously close to spilling whatevers in the red solo cup she’s holding.

“I’ve definitely seen you before, trying to sneak around so you could spend more than three nights in a row in her dorm room,” Olivia says laughing.

“She’s the reason we got away with it,” Tashi grins, she lifts her sleeve back up on her shoulder and it immediately drops again.

“I love you,” Patrick tells her friend and she smiles.

“Look I love her but don’t do it again. I need this job,” Olivia says.

“We won't, he's staying with Art tonight,” Tashi says.

“Technically the rule goes for the whole building but I’ll just pretend you didn’t say that…since I’m not his RA.” Olivia says.

“And that’s why we love you,” Tashi links their arms and they start chatting two feet in front of them. Art’s not being subtle, he’s looking at Tashi’s thighs while boy crush asks him if he wants another drink.

“Where’s the bathroom?” Patrick asks Art.

Art hiccups and points over at a line of people waiting near a closed door. Patrick groans. “I don’t think I can wait.”

”There’s another one upstairs you can go to,” boy crush says. “I’m sure there’s no line.”

“Come with me,” Patrick says to Art.

“But then we’ll lose our spot on the sofa,” Art points out, his eyes drifting back to Tashi’s long legs.

“I can show you where it is,” Tashi says, tucking her hair behind her ear.

“Thank you,” Patrick gets up. And of course Art stumbles to his feet too and Patrick smirks. “I thought you wanted your spot.”

“I uh.. I might have to go too,” Art says.

“The group costume is so cute,” Olivia laughs looking over the three of them.

“Thank you,” Tashi curtsies adorably in Olivia’s direction and Olivia grins. Tashi takes his hand and he reaches for her cup before she almost spills. “My bad,” she giggles and she gives it to him. “It’s rum and coke.” Tashi says in his ear.

He takes a sip as they go upstairs. And the alcohol seems to hit him harder as they’re walking around. The second bathroom is full. It seems like there’s a couple hooking up in there. Tashi giggles as she presses her ear against the door.

“I think there’s another bathroom,” Art hiccups.

“Lead the way,” Patrick says.

That’s how they end up in Tanner’s bedroom in varying degrees of inebriation. Tashi sits on the bed to pull up her white knee high socks she can’t stop giggling and it makes Patrick smile.

”How do Mario and Luigi even know a princess anyway? Aren’t they plumbers? And what’s with all the turtles?” She’s cracking herself up and it makes him and Art laugh.

“And…” Art adds. “what the fuck is yoshi?”

”He’s a fucking dinosaur,” Patrick says.

This cracks them up even more. Everything is so funny and Patrick thinks if he doesn’t catch his breath and go in the bathroom soon he’ll pee his pants. But the funniest part is when Art leans in and kisses him. It’s just a little at first, and then again. Then he’s pushing his tongue in Patrick’s mouth.

“Mm,” Patrick steadies him. “Hold that thought while I pee.” He whispers.

Tashi giggles. “You two are fucking now, huh?”

“God, imagine,” Patrick rolls his eyes.

Art blinks like he’s just realized where he is and what he’s done in front of her. “I didn’t mean to…” he starts.

“I know,” Patrick smirks. “It has been well documented that you didn’t mean to every single time it happens.”

Art rubs his face. “I’m really drunk,” he groans.

Patrick can’t hold it any longer. He goes in the bathroom and when he comes out he’s not surprised to find the two of them making out. Art’s doing exactly what he might do to Patrick when he gets dizzy drunk. Trying to get on top, straddle her. And Tashi is playing her fingers into his hair pulling him closer.

If it was anyone but Art he’d probably be pissed. Instead he’s having trouble catching his breath.

He walks closer to the bed and plays with a strand of Tashi’s hair. She seems a bit startled and she pulls back looking up at him a little guilty. “Dont be mad… you kissed him first.”

“It’s okay…it’s hot,” Patrick says, quietly. He feels dizzy, his cock is already full in the steps it took for him to reach the bed.

Tashi bites her lip and pulls her hair back squeezing her thighs together. Arts licking his lips… they’re all messy covered in her gloss. His mouth now stained the same color as hers. He stares up at Patrick, lips parted, eyes dilated. Patrick’s one step away from blue screening.

“Are you two gonna fuck?” Patrick asks.

Tashi sits on her hands, crossing her legs. She can’t sit still… it’s such a tell. “I thought you two would.”

Art shrugs and Patrick snatches the fedora off his head, as cute as he looks Patrick kinda hates that he’s wearing it. “You know he wants to fuck you right?” He tosses it on the bed.

“Who Carter?” Art sniffles. “No he doesn’t. You think everyone wants to fuck me.”

“No he does,” Tashi says, grinning. “I thought you wanted him too. You guys flirt all the time.”

“Because he can’t help himself,” Patrick says, teasing his fingers into Art’s hair.

“He’s my friend.” Art says.

“How many times have you kissed him?” Patrick asks.

“Only twice,” Art hiccups. “Mm and I was really wasted and confused. So it doesn’t count.”

“What the fuck?” Tashi giggles.

“He’s a menace,” Patrick straddles him on the bed. Art leans back on his elbows.

“Mm not being manipulative.” He murmurs.

“No of course not,” Patrick leans over him and takes his mouth. It tastes good, the way Tashi’s lipstick tastes. He licks Art’s lips and Art licks his tongue, pushes it inside Patrick’s mouth deepening the kiss. He can hear the beat of the stereo thrumming through the house and Tashi taking light breaths. He feels Art getting harder as he grabs Patrick’s face, he’s such a good kisser. It’s not surprising that Carter wants him drunk to do it again and again.

Patrick moves his hand down to unzip Art’s jeans and grips his swollen cock. Art gasps, licking his lips as Patrick pulls back. “I get to fuck you first,” Patrick whispers. “Right?”

Art moans as Patrick works on him. “I’m not even… oh fuck…he’s just my friend, Patrick.”

Tashi takes a breath and crosses her legs again.

“I know, and you’re such a good friend Art. Till you're tipsy in his bed with your mouth on his cock.”

“No,” Art breathes. “It’s not like that…He’s not like you.”

“Not like me how?”

“Patrick,” Art says breathlessly as Patrick stops touching him.

“Not like me how?”

“Mm so drunk,” he whines, squirming and stretching out beneath Patrick. Patrick traces Art’s mouth with his fingertips and he opens up right away. Sucking them inside while staring up at Patrick.

“Jesus Christ.” Patrick breathes. He ponders what to use for lube because he needs to fuck him right now or he might go insane.

Tashi lays on the bed next to Art. And Patrick slowly pulls his fingers out watching her.

“You’ve never had anything inside you?” She asks, softly playing with his hair..

Art closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

“I promise it feels so good,” she whispers. “Really fucking good.”

“God,” Patrick breathes.

Art opens his eyes and turns to look at her shyly. She grins, touching his cheek and he kisses her. Patrick grips him again, he’s gentle with it. He doesn’t want Art to come yet but he’s dripping, dripping, dripping wet from the tip. Art sighs as Tashi pulls back, her fingers lingering in his hair.

”You’re such a pretty boy,” she says softly. “You should let him fuck you.”

“Your boyfriend?” Art says.

“Mmhm,” Tashi says, quietly. “Or maybe… you want to fuck him?”

Patrick thinks he’s in love with her.

Art bites his lip and reaches for Patrick’s zipper. Patrick doesn’t waste time waiting for him. He undoes it himself before getting Arts jeans all the way off.

Art gazes at him and hiccups, grinning. “You want to put it in me?” He’s come apart like a little slut, legs spread wide, flushed all down his neck, cock so full, heavy. Patrick starts to grab at his sweater and Art lifts it off. Patrick doesn’t have lube but Tashi has a condom that’s covered in it in her bag so Patrick kisses her. She grins against his lips and helps him take his sweater off.

Patrick then looks at Art beneath him, nothing but raw, needy, anxious energy. He nudges Arts thighs further apart and kisses him. Slowly. Letting it build.

Art lets him, stretched out beneath pushing his tongue in and out like sex and moaning till Patrick can’t take much more. He positions himself and feels Art starting to tense. He presses…slowly… and Art starts to react as the tip enters.

“Wait…” he breathes. And Patrick thinks he might kill him. Just take the pillow and smother him. He slips out again and licks his top lip forcing himself to calm down.

“Yes?” He says breathlessly.

“What if someone tries to… tries to… is the door locked?” Art asks.

“I can lock it,” Tashi says.

”She’s gonna lock it,” Patrick says, and Art nods. Patrick goes to try again and Art sighs.

“Patrick wait… have you ever… have you ever done this before?”

Patrick presses his lips together trying to find the best answer that will lead to the least amount of follow up questions.

“Art I promise I won’t let anything happen to you.” Tashi says, climbing back on the bed.

“Okay,” Art breathes.

“Okay?” Patrick says raising his eyebrows.

“Can you go slow? I’ve never…” he trails off and he sounds oddly lucid.

“Yeah I’ll go slow. But you’ve got to let me fucking go or you’re gonna kill me,” Patrick says.

Art nods again and adjusts his head on the pillow. Patrick bends over so their faces are inches apart and he cradles Arts face in his hands. “Just close your eyes. I’m only gonna fuck you like a friend. A really good friend.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Art says, biting back his smile. Patrick licks at his mouth and Art opens for him. Another kiss and a moment later Patrick starts again easing into what is honestly deliciously tight wet heat. Art is squeezing right away which feels insanely good. Fuck. Maybe he’s having a religious experience. He’s wanted this for so fucking long. He’s halfway in and Art is pulling his legs up on either side of him.

“Oh fuuck… Patrick…” Art moans breathlessly. And Patrick thinks he’ll probably embarrass himself and come on one or two strokes if Art's voice continues to sound like that.

When he gets fully inside Art is holding his breath. And Patrick smiles and slowly pulls back. When he’s mostly out, Art breaths out again. He’s fucking shivering.

Patrick pushes again and gazes at him, rubbing his stomach. “Okay?”

“Mmhm,” Art says, tense.

“Relax. Breathe through it,” Patrick says, probably talking to himself more than anything.

Art nods and tries to let it out. Patrick is pretty proud actually for lasting this long. He goes for it again and Art’s breathing so deep and then he moans.

“Is it okay?” Patrick asks. The sound is going to kill him. Make him nut inside all prematurely like he’s fucking sixteen.

“Yes,” Art says. He’s still shivering. “Mm fuck… yes, yes, yes,” Art moans into his ear.

Tashi sighs and Patrick can see she’s got her hand between her thighs. And fuck, this moment is gonna do permanent damage to Patrick’s brain. He thinks he might die actually.

Patrick is something like five strokes in before Art breaks him completely. He’s watching Art’s tummy rise and fall when Art begins moaning for it in earnest and clenching so tightly.

It’s so fucking delicious that Patrick knows he won’t last much longer… he thinks of death, dying, his sister, his mom, his stupid brother…anything to keep himself together but nothing is fucking helping. So he grips at Art’s cock and starts jerking him… thankfully it only takes twice before Art’s spilling all over himself, his hips jerking up erratically and the sound, the sounds he can’t tell who’s doing what anymore…even his own voice is foreign to his ears. Patrick just loses it. Just fucking can’t anymore.

“Fuck,” Patrick groans, collapsing on top of him.

Art takes shallow breaths. “Mm Patrick?” He tangles his fingers in Patrick’s hair.

“That was,” Tashi whispers, her voice still pitched with arousal, she’s trying to catch her breath. “Did you like it?”

“Mmhm,” Art hums.

“I told you.”

Patrick can hear them kissing again.

He’s ready to fall asleep right here. Listening to them. Listening to Art's heartbeat. He thought that this would fucking cure him but he might actually be more sick over Art than he was before he fucked him. He’s certain everything that just happened in Tanner's little bedroom will be permanently etched into his memory. Even if the rest of the day isn’t.

He knows they eventually got dressed and that maybe they mixed up the red and the green. He doesn’t know what the fuck happened to the fedora or Carter for that matter. He remembers going back to the dorm. Watching Rocky Horror picture show. Tashi falling asleep in Arts bed while he slept on the floor with Art. And he remembers Art doesn’t pull away when he links their fingers together.

———————-

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[agoldengalaxy]

Love Knows No Bounds

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Suddenly, it was silent. Luigi’s ears were ringing as he pulled himself up again. At his feet, crumpled in a small ball, Mario was unmoving with tendrils of red and black seeping from his body. “Mario…?” Luigi’s voice was barely above a whisper as he hesitated, going to reach for Mario’s shoulder when a gloved hand smacked his hand away. “Leave me alone.” The voice that spoke was Mario’s, but it wasn’t him. Luigi felt lightheaded as he instinctually took a step back. Mario straightened up slowly, his normally blue eyes glowing with a sinister red energy. “This only happened because I had to protect you again.”

--

Both relief and exhaustion tugged at their shoulders as Mario and Luigi began ascending the steps together. The Extension Corps had separated them for a while, but now that they were back together again, they were intent on finishing what they started. They would bring Concordia together. They would rid this world of Glohm. They would show Zokket who he was supposed to be.

When they reached the top of the fortress, they found a long winding path ahead of them. Luigi felt a shiver run down his spine as a cold wind blew by - they were high above the ocean now, and he had no idea what to expect, or how powerful Zokket really was. Before he could take a step forward, however, Mario placed a hand on his shoulder. When Luigi looked at his brother, his eyes were both bright and determined, despite the weariness around the edges.

Luigi took a deep breath and gave an equally determined nod. He’d be okay. He always was, with Mario by his side.

Together, they made it to the end of the path. Zokket hovered in front of a colorful display, radiating with sinister energy. When he turned to address them, with soulless eyes behind a jagged white mask, he stumbled over their names before getting it right. “The Mario Bros., I believe? Not that your names particularly matter. If you’re here, I suppose that means the Extension Corps failed. I should have destroyed you myself right away.”

Zokket sounded especially bored as he mentioned his henchmen, as if he wasn’t surprised in the slightest. Luigi couldn’t help but wonder why those three even worked for him in the first place.

“No matter. No matter at all. My mission will soon be complete.” Even in a moment when he should be happy, Zokket was emotionless, like a puppet without strings. He turned around to look at the thing crackling with Glohm. “My great inspiration will be reborn, and the world will be properly lonely.” He turned back around, making a noise that sounded like a sigh. “You, however, will not be there to see it.” Suddenly, electric red and black exploded from his cape, and for the first time, the brothers could catch a glimpse of emotion on his face - anger. “You interrupted the rebirth…how dare you?!”

Suddenly, Zokket lunged forward with surprising speed, his cloak billowing behind him as large hands donned huge razors made of what looked like pure Glohm. As Mario shouted in alarm and jumped out of the way, Luigi dove to the left, landing on his elbows. He quickly pulled himself up, whirling around to face the enemy again.

“Luigi!” Mario exclaimed, and, from a few feet away, they locked eyes. Luigi knew right away what he wanted to do. They each took out their hammers, sprinting around Zokket to try and disorient him, each hitting when he least expected it. After a few hits, he spread his arms and a huge burst of energy sent the brothers flying backward.

The breath was knocked right out of Luigi’s lungs. He lay against the cool metal of the fortress, and Snoutlet freed himself from under his hat. “Luigi! Get up, c’mon!”

He knew he had to. It hurt to breathe. His body felt heavy.

Managing to pull himself up on all fours, Luigi focused on catching his breath as Zokket let out a sound that sounded a little like laughter, no doubt still fighting Mario. “You know,” he said, almost thoughtfully, “The Extension Corps really were useless, but they were good for one thing. They showed me just how powerful your sickening bond is. Perhaps we should level the playing field.”

Luigi slowly got to his feet, watching as Zokket procured another Glohm razor from inside his cloak. Suddenly, everything seemed to move in slow motion as the razor was hurled right at Luigi. Without even a second to consider any other option, Mario leapt toward his brother, shoving him back down to the ground.

Suddenly, it was silent. Luigi’s ears were ringing as he pulled himself up again. At his feet, crumpled in a small ball, Mario was unmoving with tendrils of red and black seeping from his body. “Mario…?” Luigi’s voice was barely above a whisper as he hesitated, going to reach for Mario’s shoulder when a gloved hand smacked his hand away.

“Leave me alone.” The voice that spoke was Mario’s, but it wasn’t him. Luigi felt lightheaded as he instinctually took a step back. Mario straightened up slowly, his normally blue eyes glowing with a sinister red energy. “This only happened because I had to protect you again.”

Luigi felt the breath leave his body in a whoosh, suddenly feeling quite sick. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Snoutlet ducked out from underneath his hat, speaking for him instead. “Mario! Snap out of it, buddy!” When Mario was unresponsive to that, Snoutlet hurriedly turned to Luigi. “C’mon, grab an Ampberry - !”

Blinking numbly, Luigi turned to his bag, fumbling for the fruit with shaking hands, when Zokket’s voice cut through the ringing in Luigi’s ears. “Ah, ah, ah.” He lifted a finger, and Mario, glowing with red and black electricity, was flown forward with such force that he punched Snoutlet hard enough to send him flying back into the wall. He fell to the ground limply, and Luigi knew he screamed, but he couldn’t hear it.

And he still couldn’t find the damn Ampberry.

Zokket swiped his hand, and, obediently, Mario went to stand by his side, his brows still furrowed, his eyes still blood red. Seeming to almost be laughing, Zokket held his hand up by his face. “I will be controlling your brother now that he has been properly Glohmed.” With a quick tilt of his head Mario pulled out his hammer, seemingly waiting for the word.

“No,” Luigi mumbled, panic attacking his chest like a thousand stinging bees. He stumbled backward, holding his hands up.

“I will enjoy your sibling rivalry.” Zokket nodded, and Mario sped toward his brother.

Without thinking, Luigi pulled out his hammer too, continuing to move backward, watching Mario use his classic evading techniques, trying to confuse him before striking. “Mario,” he pleaded, feeling the hot sting of tears in his eyes, “Mario! It’s me!”

The silhouette, wearing his brother’s face and wrapped in red and black, said nothing, undeterred. Pressing his lips together, Luigi glanced toward Snoutlet, still unmoving on the floor.

“The pig cannot help you,” Zokket murmured amusedly as Mario continued to look for an opening to strike. “What will the crybaby do without his precious brother? Surely, you wouldn’t hurt him?”

Mario’s hammer swung down so fast it grazed Luigi’s arm as he dodged. Tearfully, angrily, Luigi gripped his own hammer. “Th-This isn’t you,” he insisted at Mario, but then turned his gaze from his brother toward the enemy, “Cozette.”

Zokket seemed to be so caught off guard by the use of the name that he froze in place, and Luigi could see some confusion past Mario’s glowing red eyes. He tightened his grip on the hammer and readied himself.

“You are a Wattanist,” he continued, dodging out of the way of Mario’s slower attacks. “Your name is Cozette. You have an apprentice that you love, a-and she loves you right back.”

“No!”

The yell that ripped from Zokket’s throat was inhuman. When Mario swung his hammer again, Luigi swung too, sending the hammer flying out of his hands. Mario’s shoulders sagged, breath coming short and ragged and shallow.

“Mario…” Luigi slowly reached forward, placing a gentle hand on Mario’s shoulder. Red and black tendrils dissipated into the air, and when Mario looked up, his eyes were clear blue, his brows furrowed.

“Wh…” His voice came out in a breath. “ Weegee .”

Angrily, Zokket brandished a few more razors. “A touching reunion, bros., but your end is way overdue. I shall dispose of you once and for all.”

There was no time to worry. Luigi ran to grab Mario’s dropped hammer and tossed it back to him.

They fought for what felt like days. Everything ached, every inch of his body screamed, until finally, the two men stood over a beaten-down Zokket. Mario stood his ground while Luigi rushed over to Snoutlet, gently scooping him into his arms. “Did we…Did we win…?” he mumbled sluggishly. Luigi smiled, relieved, and nodded, lifting his hat to put Snoutlet back on his head.

“Un…Unbelievable…” he muttered, red electricity crackling around him. “How can two mere bros. be so powerful?” The mask over his eyes cracked. “But…as long as the egg remains…my purpose has been fulfilled.”

The mask shattered. He let out another inhuman screech and crumpled to the floor. One last cloud of red swept over him, and when it disappeared, it left Cozette in its wake.

The next few minutes were an absolute hazy blur. When the egg cracked and Reclusa appeared, all Luigi could do was wonder if they had come this far for nothing. That terrible laugh echoed in their ears as they dodged out of the way of the metal monstrosities and rushed back the way they came. While they searched for a way out, Cozette appeared behind them, looking worse for wear.

“Mario Bros.” Her voice was shaky, her eyes barely open. “I will explain shortly, but first we need to leave.”

They pressed onward, surrounded by those terrible plants on all sides. Suddenly, a familiar voice called from below. “Over here, you green genius!”

Luigi had never been more relieved to see Adaphne. He had a feeling this was the first and only time.

***

While Connie and Cozette reunited, Mario grabbed Luigi’s arm gently, pulling him off to the side. “Luigi,” he murmured, his voice soft and sad and full of regret, his eyes stormy blue. “Are you hurt?”

He blinked, then glanced down at himself. Now that most of the adrenaline had worn off, he was beginning to feel sore - especially from his right arm, where Mario had grazed him with the hammer. “I-I’m okay, really -”

Mario’s face fell, his words spoken like a statement rather than a question. “I hurt you.”

“N-No, no, it wasn’t you!” Luigi shook his head vigorously. “You know how Glohm affects people…”

“It’s all so hazy,” he admitted, his eyes showcasing a shine that wasn’t there before. “But I -” Suddenly, a look of pure horror dawned on his face, his voice shaking. “Snoutlet!” Luigi winced, reaching up to remove his hat. Moving slowly, Snoutlet pulled himself into the air. Wringing his hands, clearly beside himself, Mario’s eyes were wide with an emotion Luigi had never seen before. “Oh, God…I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.”

Huffing, Snoutlet reached forward with a paw, placing it on Mario’s shoulder. “Pull yourself together, pal,” he said, with surprising gentleness. “We’re all still here, ain’t we? A little soreness is nothin’.” 

The look on Mario’s face showed he was barely comforted by Snoutlet’s words, if at all. But he closed his eyes for a moment, drew a small breath, and nodded slightly. “Thank you.”

“And hey, I could always make it even and hit ya back. Maybe after we save Concordia,” he joked, which got a small smile out of Mario. Snoutlet looked between them for a moment, then sighed. “Look, I, uh…I’m gonna go check on Connie. You should rest for a minute, then come join us.”

When they each gave a slight nod, Snoutlet turned and flew toward the Uni-Tree. A quiet fell between them both, with Mario still seemingly wanting to talk about things, and Luigi not really thinking there was anything to talk about. But he knew his brother, and he knew him well enough to know that this whole situation was going to eat at him if they didn’t.

Gently, Luigi reached forward to grab Mario’s arm, guiding them both to sit on the side of the ship, their legs dangling off the edge. For a while, neither one said a word. Then, “Y’know, I wouldn’t have thought of distracting Zokket like that. You must have been so scared, but your logic was still sound, sound enough to break me out of his control.”

The familiar burn of tears stung Luigi’s eyes. “I was so scared,” he agreed, hastily wiping at his eyes. “I knew I couldn’t beat him myself.”

“Well, in a way, you did,” Mario murmured, nudging his shoulder gently. “I-I know you don’t want to hear me apologize over and over again. What I’m trying to say is…I’m proud of you.”

This time the tears flowed freely. “Even though you…had to protect me again?”

“What?”

“When you were…when you were first hit, I tried snapping you out of it, and you said…’This only happened because I had to protect you again.”’ Luigi sniffled. “I-I know you weren’t yourself, b-but it’s true. You always have to protect me.”

Mario's eyes were wide, and it seemed like he’d stopped breathing until he remembered he should suck air into his lungs. “Luigi,” he said softly, reaching up to wipe a tear from his cheek. “You are smart, and brave, and capable on your own. I don’t care that I took a hit for you. You’re my brother. You’re my best friend. I would choose to protect you even when you don’t need it.”

Luigi cried harder, and Mario reached up to pull him close, pulling him down so his face rested on Mario’s shoulder. He was terribly homesick, exhausted, and scared, but he’d always have Mario. And for that, he felt like he could be okay.

“Wow…Luigi, look!”

Luigi picked up his head slowly, surprised to see colorful sparkles, just like the ones they’d seen before they were sucked through the portal, circling them slowly. Speechless, the two brothers stood up, watching the sparks move faster and faster around them in a colored haze until it shot into the air, circling the Uni-Tree’s lightbulb. Not unlike a firework, it burst and rained down upon the tree, lighting the lightbulb brighter than they’d ever seen.

Exchanging a look, they both rushed toward Connie, Cozette and Snoutlet, who were staring up at the tree with awed looks on their faces.

“Amazing…” Cozette murmured from her spot on the bed. “The physical manifestation of your bond was so powerful that it fused with the Uni-Tree.”

“And you’re not even Concordians!” Connie mused, both surprised and pleased by the idea. 

Snoutlet grinned proudly. “Reclusa’ll be no match for you two with a bond that strong!”

Luigi glanced at Mario, and Mario gave him a quiet smile. Luigi returned it.

“Mario! Luigi! There’s an emergency, come quick!” Suddenly, Arc was by their side, and they nodded.

Onto the next battle.

[theartistisme43]

TW: GUNS AND VIOLENCE

Chapter One: The Worst Can Happen Faster Than A…

BANG!

The sudden sound of a gunshot and a thud filled SMG3’s already ringing ears, cutting through his unresponsive state like a knife as it brought him back to reality hard.

His crimson eyes refocused, and widened as they were downcast towards his feet, his feet that were speckled with red… Not red, he realized, blood…

SMG3 followed the peppered liquid with his eyes, from his shoes, to the floor… to…

…

SMG4…

The blue meme guardian’s back was against the kitchen counter, tomato soop laying in a heap next to his foot. 4’s terrified yet bloodshot eyes pierced into 3, quiet sounds of pain escaping him as an ugly bullet wound was buried deep in his upper right pectoral, right where his shoulder and torso met. His overalls were ruined now, the right strap being damaged by the gunshot as well.

SMG4 couldn’t bring himself to say anything as the adrenaline was wearing off…

The clicking of metal distracted SMG3, and his own terrified eyes looked down to see a smoking gun in his hands. A sharp gasp escaped him as he dropped it to the floor with a clatter.

Nausea and panic overcame SMG3 as he realized what he had done, he truly, actually, shot his ex rival. It wasn’t a nightmare, it was real, and SMG4’s blood caked his hands.

4’s glazed eyes slowly looked past him, at something behind him… 3 didn’t turn around, he couldn’t bring himself to.

A horrible sound came from his throat as he tried to force himself to speak, only managing a few sharp breaths before he finally used his voice.

“…M-m…ario…”

That was it, and 4 finally passed out, falling onto the ground as blood leaked onto it from his wound.

When he did, SMG3 somehow got himself to turn, looking back to see the shocked face of Mario, that face quickly turning into one of devastation.

“SMG4!!” Mario screamed out, with more emotion than 3 had ever heard from him.

The plumber in red quickly ran to his friend, kneeling beside him as 4’s blood stained his gloves as he brought him close.

“Wh-what happened?! Who did this to you?!” Mario cried out, soon being shocked into silence as his eyes were laid upon the gun next to 3’s foot.

Those eyes that were full of panic were soon clouded by betrayal and hatred as he bore into SMG3 mercilessly.

“…You….” Mario hissed, the rage in his voice was enough to make anyone run for the hills.

“YOU DID THIS!”

“I-I- I didn’t…” SMG3’s own voice was failing him as he slowly backed away towards the door.

The door that was open.

“Oh my god! SMG4!” Meggy shoved past him as she ran to join her brothers.

Meggy hurriedly pulled out her phone, shakily dialing 911 as she took in 4’s injuries with panicked breaths.

An operator seemingly got back to her as she tried her best to help 4. “My friend’s been shot! Please send an ambulance right away! There’s a bullet in his left pectoral and…”

Meggy took notice of the gun like Mario did, what was once panic was now rage as she found her shaky voice again.

“…The person who shot him is a man wearing purple, he’s got red eyes and facial hair and…”

Meggy’s description of SMG3 to the police went unheard as he began hyperventilating, making a run for it out of the castle. As he did, Eggman watched, stunned… Then pleased.

3 couldn’t go to his cafe, that place would be dangerous to return to in a moment, now that the police knew of him… He could never go back.

The forest was his best option, it went on for miles and was pretty much barren, the only things living out here were wild animals and the occasional meme.

That’s exactly where he went, making sure to zigzag so he wouldn’t be headed in a straight line and easier to find.

SMG3 ran until his feet hurt, falling to his knees when he couldn’t run anymore. As he panted heavily, droplets of water fell onto his gloves, causing him to reach up to his cheek.

3 was crying.

He couldn’t fight his emotions and gave in as a strong feeling of guilt came over him, he ruined everything with SMG4 and his friends just because Eggman got in his head!

3 sobbed hard, punching the ground.

As he gave into his anguish, there was a thought in the back of his mind.

“Now, now… Pick yourself up, you crybaby. There’s so much more for you to do.”

3 glared, not giving into the thought.

“Get up and stand, wimp. You finally took out your rival!” The thought declared. “This is something you wanted for years, and now that you finally have it, you’re going to cry about it!?”

SMG3 glared through the tears, “I never wanted this…”

The thought… Chuckled?…

“Damn right you didn’t.” It said with an air of malice. “I did.”

3’s mind went black as he went into an unresponsive state again.

“I’m sorry… I have to do this.” 3 heard his own voice speaking… But he wasn’t saying that!

…Was he?

The sound of an ambulance’s doors slamming shut echoed as a stretcher carrying SMG4 was unloaded, Mario and Meggy had hopped in to accompany their friend as they followed the paramedics inside.

SMG4 had been unconscious the second they found him, but they both could tell he was in pain from his wound. There was no shit about that… it hurt to look at.

The medics kept pressure on it to stop the bleeding as nurses joined them and took SMG4 into the emergency room, where Meggy and Mario won’t be allowed to follow. Mario tried so hard to go after him, but Meggy had to hold him back.

As she did, a familiar group came running in. Their friends…

“Meggy!” Saiko cried. “We’re here!”

Luigi ran over to them, and embraced his brother and sister, who hugged back.

“fratello, sorella, mi dispiace tanto…” He muttered. “You told us that SMG3… Sh-shot 4… Did he really?”

“I saw the gun next to his foot.” Mario said, his voice so cold that it made everyone shudder. “He-a dropped it when I came in.”

“I can’t believe it…” Boopkins muttered, staying close to Bob. “I thought they were friends…”

“Me ToO, LiTtLe BuDdy.” Bob muttered, carefully patting his head to comfort him. “BuT I gUeSs 3 dIdN’t ChAnGe AfTer aLl.”

Saiko growled, “I’m gonna go to that damn café of his and kick his ass!”

“Don’t bother.”

Everyone jumped at Hal Monitor’s voice.

“We checked the place top to bottom, even down to his ‘secret lair’. He’s completely abandoned that place, we’re keeping it under top surveillance if he decides to go back.”

Tari sighed, “This is all so terrible… I hope SMG4 will be okay..”

Meggy rubbed her shoulder to comfort her, “I know that no matter what happens, 4 will probably be scared and confused, we all have to be there for him at least until SMG3 gets locked up for what he’s done.” She glared at Hal. “And he better.”

Hal cowered slightly as they all murmur in agreement.

“We’re gonna do everything we can for him. Right Mario?”

Mario didn’t respond as he looked away from all of them.

Meggy approached him. “…Right Mario?”

Mario turned towards his group of friends, with a look so sinister, so hateful, that nearly everyone paled at the sight of his face.

“He will pay for what he’s done.. No matter what I have to do to make that happen…”

[peachiecure]

Character introduction: Maria/Cure Jump

~Basic info~

Name: Maria

Alter Ego: Cure Jump

Age: ?

Birthday: ?

Hair color: Brown w/ red ombré

Eye color: Blue

Maria is the fragmented part of Maria Oscuro’s spirit and is the true identity behind Cure Jump. She is a side character in Project: SFA.

Maria is strong willed, brave, leader-like and an ‘overall joy to be around.’ As Cure Jump, she fights with the power of fire, along with a few other new tricks up her sleeve that she learns from Mario as they protect the kingdom at times. Though… there seems to be something behind those blue eyes of hers.

When separated from her team and from her leader role, she appears to be more impulsive than usual. In terms of empathy, she seems to be lacking a bit when it isn’t towards anyone that isn’t on her side. She also seems to always resort to physical attacks, a force to be reckoned with. Her powerful fists with crimson flames burn bright, ever growing… ever spreading… Being fragmented from her true self has left the key components that make her ‘whole’ missing.

For more information on Cure Jump, such as voice claims, please visit @nintendoprecure

~Outfits/Appearances~

Jump has two main looks that she uses. Her first appearance, the one Larissa sees in her mind is actually a reflection of what Jump is supposed to look like. Her hair is swept to the opposite side of Larissa’s, her ponytail following the same direction. She sports Mario’s signature cap, gloves and overalls but with tall brown boots and a loose belt around her waist. Her striking yellow cape ties the iconic look together that reminds Larissa of Super Mario World. Though, even though she is supposed to look exactly like Maria Oscuro, the girl who was supposed to become Cure Jump, for some reason… she’s missing her freckles, giving an uncanny, too perfect look to her face.

Her other look, the one that everyone knows is influenced by Larissa’s body. Features are changed to be more cutesy, her hair being more wavy, swept to Larissa’s direction. The iconic Mario cap is replaced with a mushroom clip, and her sideburns are longer and more flowy. Her overalls are more of a layered overall dress, her sleeves long and drooping with the gloves and cape lost. Pink gets added as another accent color to solidify Larissa’s influence.

Jump’s outfit colors change depending on if she has a power up or not, just like Mario.

~Power and abilities~

Cure Jump is a balanced physical fighter, packing good punches and kicks when in battle. She also wields the ability to summon fire for her special attack, “Jumping Fire.” Her jump is also significantly higher than her fellow teammates (which for SFA, aren’t important). At this point in time, she has started to gain upgraded attack power-ups by using “amiibos”. By scanning one, she can summon a copy of a fellow companion to preform their final smash. If they’re around, the power will simply be transferred to them to preform the final smash instead.

In the Mario universe, Jump can also use the various power-ups just like Mario. The only downside is that they only work for a short amount of time for Jump. (Like how the fire and ice flower power-ups work in Mario Galaxy).

~Relationships~

Larissa: “As my vessel, Larissa is… not ideal. She is a coward, fragile like a flower… but she has potential if she puts in the effort. I’ll make it work, that’s why I’m here. As a Precure, it’s my duty to complete my mission, and I will do anything to see it through… no matter what blocks my way, I will rise to the top…”

Mario: “As my teacher, Mario is exactly what you expect. I don’t have much to add, I do what he says, even if I don’t agree at first. Our upbringings are different, so of course at first we’d not agree immediately to certain solutions. Luckily, I’m flexible… not as much as I should be, but I am flexible. He’s a good man, just wants the best for his family and friends, and I can respect that.”

Peach: “The Princess has been awfully busy lately, preparing for her coronation and all. From when I do speak with her, she is very kind and caring, exactly what this kingdom needs. Larissa is more crazy about her than me, so I apologize for the lack of words.”

Sweetheart: “The young Princess… she is very innocent for her age. She seems to have this… unwavering adoration towards anyone. It’s cute… but I fear it may bring her trouble if the wrong person comes along.”

Luigi: “… Luigi reminds me of Larissa.”

Flame: “Flame… for being a fellow fire user like me… he couldn’t be so behind. That scepter of his honestly limits his ability to do more, along with how he constantly panics over everything. Urg, just like Larissa… it’s okay, it’s honestly entertaining to see him arguing with Aqua.”

Aqua: “Aqua is just as good as they say, especially for being around Larissa’s age. His grasp on his aquatic powers are truly impressive for how young he is, and I can only see him getting better as time passes. I can admire his power, but he is a bit stuck up, which… can be worked on. I can’t help but feel he’s trying to compensate for something with that ego of his.”

Merlon: “Merlon is the anchor of this world to my own. They help with summoning me here and returning me back. When in private, we’re able to discuss… topics that we wouldn’t dare to speak of to anyone else. After all… this world is just a video game. But alas, I don’t think I’m even able to tell YOU everything about Merlon. That’s only up to them.”

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~Maria? Or is it Larissa?~

Struggling to tell if it’s Maria or Larissa? Check her eyes!! They say that eyes are the one gateway to someone’s soul, after all~

Larissa will most of the time always have her glasses on, and her eyes will be warm brown. Maria will always take off Larissa’s glasses, and her eyes will be blue.

Maria’s dialogue will also always be italicized in the comic as well.

That’s it for this intro, thank you for reading!

[crackheadcola]

Info on the Fruitastical crew

SMG4: Blueberry boy >:] Smells of Blueberries, Colour palate is blues and whites(mostly Blue!) Works as a youtuber and helps with SMG3 in his cafe!! He works as a waiter! Very energetic, sweet and sometimes sour(like a blueberry lol) Has a Blueberry hairclip and pin!

SMG3: Grape boy :D Smells of Grapes, Colour palate is Purples and Blacks (mostly Purple!) Works at his cafe, makes a lot of things that have grapes!! Gets tired easily, still a silly Tsundere, more serious. Has a grape hair clip and pin!

Mario: Strawberry plumber >:3 Smells of Strawberries, Colour palate is Reds and Blues (mostly Red!), doesn't have a job (yet). Very energetic, very funny and sweet, bit of a dumb dumb lmao Has a strawberry hairclip and pin X3

Meggy: Orange squid XD Smells of Orange's, Colour palate is Orange and white (mostly Orange!), Works as a couch and helps train people, sweet and sour (like an orange lol), does actually loves oranges. Has a orange hairclip and pin :D

Tari: Damson plums gamer girl X3 Smells of Damson plums, Colour palate is dark-ish blue and white!, does training with Meggy sometimes, and works as a store worker. Very sweet and little sour but doesn't show it. loves plums, has a Damson plums pin and hairclip!

Melony: is just the canon one lmao Smells like watermelons!! every thing the same as she is in the canon!! but also has a watermelon pin that SMG3 gave her.

Boopkins: Limes Smells of Limes, Colour palate is lime green and ocean blues (mostly lime green!) Still a silly weeb lol, loves lemon and lime Miku. Very energetic, will talk about anime a lot, draws anime a lot Has a lime badge on his bag.

Bob: Kiwi Fruit Smells of Kiwi fruit, Colour palate is greens and browns. more of a sour kiwi fruit guy. Just like his canon personality. Has a kiwi fruit badge and pin. Also secretly has a kiwi fruit plushie lol

Saiko: Raspberry Smells like Raspberries. Colour palate is hot pink, some pastel pink and yellows. Loves music and has a lot of raspberry themed stickers on her guitar. has raspberry hair ties on her pig tails :D. Has a lot of raspberry pins on her jacket.

Luigi: Pear Smells like Pears. Colour palate is greens slight browns and a little bit of blue mostly green and brown. Loves gardening and has a little tree of pears next to his garden of flowers. Has a lot of pear pins on his hat and overalls, his gloves mostly have dirt on them from gardening.

Karen: Coconut Smells like Coconuts. Colour palate is whites, light browns and tiny bits of cyan. still a mum who works at a lot places mostly starbucks. loves children, and doesn't mind taking care of them. does help out with SMG3 at his cafe and helps him make the coffee's.

[peaches2217]

Hey there, my friend! For the drabble game, how about 89 - "You're holding back"? I think it fits Mario and Peach perfectly! 💖

89. “You’re holding back.”

"'Holding back'?" Mario feigns offense, pressing a hand to his heart with a huff. "Principessa, you know I always give my all in a competition."

"Yes, I know." Peach releases her hair from its elastic before setting her helmet onto the practice track's asphalt, restyling her ponytail as she straightens back out. "You even give it your all when you're trying to lose. It's honestly quite impressive."

"I would never! You won fair and square."

"Did I? Then why didn't you use that blue shell you picked up on the last lap?"

"I knew it wouldn't make a difference." Once her hands are free, Mario takes them in his own, his eyes glinting playfully. "Mario knows when he's been beat. If he plays dirty anyway, then he's a loser in two senses of the word."

Peach can't resist giggling as he plants a kiss to each of her knuckles; she can't feel his lips or his mustache through the thick leather of her gloves, but she finds her face heating all the same. "Best two out of three, perhaps?"

That glint is still there when Mario looks back up at her, shining ever brighter in the afternoon sun. "Careful, Princess. I might just sneak up from behind."

"I can live with that. As long as you swear you won't hold back this time."

Mario doesn't even try to deny his guilt this time. He simply squeezes her hands one last time before dropping them so he can stoop and retrieve her helmet from the ground. His smile as he tosses it to her is devilish, determined, and the flame of competition reignites within Peach right away.

He pulls his cap down as she catches her helmet. "Let's-a go."

[luigisblueoveralls]

Bj for Luigi?

Yesss..

Five Minutes

Luigi x Reader NSFW

Summary: After Luigi comes home from a rough and tiring day from work, you figure out a way to help him relax.

Notes: NSFW, oral sex. Made this one kind of graphic. Hope you enjoy!

💚

For Luigi, most days, when he worked with his brother Mario, they were great. Tiring yes, but it was worth it to help the local people in Brooklyn. But on some days, they deal with some nasty people, and today was one of them. This man treated the brothers like they were leeches and didn't know what they were doing when they clearly were. The man even tried to short them of their pay, which made Luigi angry. And Luigi hardly ever gets angry. On the way home to you, he tried his best to calm down, but he was just so worked up over that man. He didn't care about how that man treated them. He was focused on how he tried to short the money they earned. Money that would be split between him and Mario, which would then go towards y'alls bills and necessities. Luigi would do anything for you, and if that meant you got to eat and he didn't, he would do it in a heartbeat. Luigi arrived at y'alls place and took a few deep breaths in and out.

"Just relax, Luigi. You're going to see (Y/N). Just relax." Luigi told himself before stepping out of his vehicle.

Luigi then stepped inside y'alls house.

"Hey Lui!" You greet him as you approached him, hugging him.

"Hey (Y/N)." Luigi softly greets you, kissing your head.

You could immediately feel that something was up, but you weren't sure at first.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Just a rough day is all." Luigi sighed as he sat on the couch.

He was exhausted yet, still angry.

"Want to talk about it?" You offer, sitting next to him and placing your hand on his thigh.

Luigi notices your action but doesn't say anything about it.

"Just a guy.. being a jerk is all. Trying to short us of our pay and treat us like we were nuisances even though he called us!" Luigi angrily explains to you.

You could feel how tense and angry Luigi was, which was something you weren't used to. But you knew how to make him relax.

"I'm sorry about that, honey. But," You start as you got on your knees and laid your head on his legs, "just forget about that bastard. You don't ever have to deal with him ever again. He can find another plumbing business to bully. He doesn't deserve you and Mario's kindness."

Luigi was wondering what you were doing, but also intrigued.

"I know. It just..makes me so mad, you know?" Luigi clenched his fists in anger.

You couldn't stand to see him angry anymore. You grabbed the two golden buttons to his blue overalls and snapped them off. Luigi's face immediately flushed red. He realized what you were doing.

"Oh, (Y/N). Y-You don't have to." Luigi reassures you while trying to stop you.

He secretly wanted it, but he didn't want to make you think you were obligated to suck him off just cause he was angry.

"No, no. I insist." You reassured him, pushing his hands to his sides, "Just relax."

Luigi nodded as he let you pull his overalls off of his body. He was left in his long sleeved green shirt and his green boxers. You went ahead and pulled his shoes off, and his white gloves off. You want to feel his hands gripping your hair as he always did when you did to this to him. Luigi was hard, but not super hard like he usually was. You began rubbing your fingers along his hard dick, making Luigi moan a little.

"Ah, ah. P-Please."

"Please what, Lui?" You smugly asked.

"You're..you're really going to tease me like this?" Luigi breathlessly asks.

"Well, if you ask nicely, then I'll give you what you want."

Luigi smiled nervously, looking right down at you.

"Please, can you help me relax?" Luigi asks you with a nervous tone.

"That's my good boy, Lui."

You grabbed the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down just enough for his hard dick to be sticking out. It was hard but kind of limp. You wrapped your hand around it and slowly moved your hand up and down his shaft.

"Hmm. Hmmm. Ugh. P-Please, (Y/N)." Luigi begged.

"Please, what?" You ask, keeping up with your slow hand movements.

While it was slow, your hand movements would send so much warmth and tingle throughout his body. It felt so good. He could barely get his words out for you to go faster.

"Faster, please." Luigi sputtered out.

"As you wish."

You moved your hand up and down his shaft faster, causing Luigi to moan louder.

"Ah, ah a-ah! (Y/N)!"

"Shh. We got neighbors here, Lui." You teased.

Y'all really did have neighbors, but they weren't close by, thankfully. Luigi held his hand over his mouth to cover up his loud moans, but you still could hear him loud and clear. His other hand was gripping the couch cushion.

"Do you want more?" You ask him.

"Yes, p-please, ma'am."

You smirked at Luigi as you kissed the tip of his dick, sending chills down his spine. You then inserted just his tip into your mouth, sucking on it.

"O-Oh!"

That was your que that he absolutely loved what you did.

"Hmm." You moaned, sending vibrations to his dick.

"S-Shoot. I'm sorry." Luigi moaned as you felt his fingers grip your hair out of pleasure.

You didn't mind it. Not at all. You loved it. You grazed your tongue all over his tip, tasting the salty precum that was on there.

"You taste amazing." You compliment Luigi.

"Th-Thanks. Hmhm." Luigi groaned.

You then fully inserted Luigi's dick into your mouth, his tip nearly hitting the back of your throat. He deeply moaned when you did this. You tightened your lips around him as you started bopping your head and moving up and down, swirling your tongue on his tip as you went up. You held onto Luigi's thighs as a brace as you kept doing what you were doing.

"Th-That feels..so great. Oh God, please don't stop. Please." Luigi begged.

He didn't want this feeling to end. He never did. It felt so good. You always sucked him so good and well. His dick began to twitch hard and pulsate. He could barely breathe. This feeling overwhelmed him so greatly but he loved it. You moved even faster, causing Luigi to get louder, and his body started to shake too.

"Oh, oh, oh God. (Y/N), I-I'm getting there. I'm sorry if it's hurting you but just a little longer, please."

Luigi was always considerate of you. While he was so thick that it hurt your jaw, you didn't care. You ignored it. Hearing Luigi moan your name in pleasure was worth the temporary jaw ache. His dick was twitching furiously now as his pants got louder. He even started to sweat. He was getting close and quickly.

"Hmmmhmmm." You moaned some more, causing him to tug on your hair a little.

It hurt a little bit but again, you didn't mind it.

"Oh oh, G-God! I can't hold back, I can't. I-I'm cumming." Luigi practically yelled as he cummed into your mouth, his load shooting into the back of your throat.

You kept bobbing your head back and forth to milk his dick with everything that it had and he kept moaning until he winced and stopped you.

"Ah, ah, ah shoot. I'm sorry. It's just really sensitive." Luigi apologized as you swallowed his load.

You leaned in and gave him a big kiss.

"No need to apologize. Was it good?" You asked him.

Luigi sheepishly smiled.

"Yes. It felt so good." Luigi told you, kissing you again.

"Wanna, take this upstairs?"

Luigi's smile grew at your request.

"Yes, please ma'am."

The two of you nearly run upstairs into y'alls bedroom and had a amazing and restless night together.

[timeofjuly]

still you take up all my mind

Summary: Quinn and the reader mess around with hair dye and some shears. Inspired by @bones4brainz's amazing art of the electrician and Quinn; I was so taken with how they drew the MC and their blue hair that this just poured out of me. Title taken from Laufey's Let You Break My Heart Again, which I listened to on repeat as I wrote this.

Tags: Fluff, yearning, teenage shenanigans.

Read it on AO3 or read it below :)

“Maybe we should read the instructions before you just start pouring dye all over your head,” Quinn says, watching you dump the contents of the cheapest box of blue hair dye at the beauty supply store on your bathroom counter. A pair of plastic gloves topples out of the cardboard, along with two packets of shampoo and conditioner, a paper leaflet, and a nozzled bottle that must contain the dye.

“It’ll be okay,” you say, but you snatch up the paper leaflet anyway, then angle it so she can read it. Well, read isn’t really the word, since there’s just pictures. Three, to be exact - one showing how to open the bottle, one of a cartoon character applying the dye to their hair, and one showing the same character washing the colour out. 

“How long do you reckon I have to leave it in?” you say, head cocked to the side as you consider the instructions. “It doesn’t say. Do you think all my hair will fry off if I leave it on for too long?”

“I don’t know? I thought you said you’ve done this before.”

“Yeah, with like, semi-permanent colour. This is the real deal.” You put the piece of paper down. “Ah well. It’ll be fine. I’ll either end up with blue hair or really, really short hair. Either way, I wanted a change.”

You’re being very blasé about the possibility of leaving this bathroom bald. You’ve been very blasé about this whole thing, actually; four hours ago, you’d sat up from where you’d been lying on your bedroom floor playing Mario Kart with her (and losing, she’s proud to say) and had declared that you were going to dye your hair blue, and would she please help you do the back?

She’d agreed, of course. You’re going to do it either way. At least she can help make sure the colour’s even.

Since the instructions are a bust, she moves onto the next best thing, because even if you’re fine with the idea of looking like a plucked chicken, she’s not. “Let’s just find a video, then.”

You concede with a nod, thankfully putting the bottle of dye down. After a quick search, the two of you sit side-by-side on the edge of your bathtub, leaning over your phone. Your shoulder and arm, mostly bare in your ratty t-shirt you use as pyjamas, is warm against her. The bathroom fan is on, but she feels almost too-hot, like the air is thicker than usual. 

“So we should section the hair out,” you say, following along with the video, “and do the middle of the strands first?”

Quinn watches the girl in the video applying the dye to her hair. She’s using a little brush - which you don’t have - and has a bunch of clips separating her hair - which you also don’t have - so she can see exactly where she’s putting the dye. She’s also using a natural brown colour, not blue, and she’s a proper adult, not a sixteen year old girl standing in her mom and dad’s bathroom on a school night. 

Unnatural hair colouring is definitely against dress code, and it’s Sunday night. Whatever happens in this bathroom - you’re going to have to go to school in the morning regardless.

Quinn hopes you have a beanie stashed away somewhere, just in case. 

“Then the ends, and then the roots,” she says, parroting the video. She gives you a sidelong glance. Your eyes are still trained on the phone. You’re biting your lip in concentration. You smell like the cookies the two of you baked (and ate, a whole tray’s worth) a few hours ago. “Are you a hundred percent sure you want to do this?”

You pause the video, then put down your phone. “Why, don’t you think I can pull off the blue?”

You wink, and even though she knows you’re joking, because of course you are, she feels stupid, pathetic heat in her cheeks. “No! No, that’s not - you’ll look great, obviously. It’s just - won’t your parents be mad?”

She hasn’t actually seen either of your parents this afternoon, which is unusual. The four of you normally have dinner together when she sleeps over (which is often), but tonight,  you’d just ordered a pizza to share with her. It’s close to nine now, and the house is still silent, save your combined chatter and the hum of the various appliances. 

“Nah,” you say, waving a careless hand. “As long as I don’t stain any of mom’s good towels, they won’t give a shit. We’ll be able to clean everything up before they even notice, anyway - dad’s working late at the hospital tonight and mom’s shoulder has been really bad all day, so she took her pain meds and went to bed hours ago. They’re super strong; she won’t wake up until the morning.”

“If you’re sure,” she says, still worried. Your bathroom is all clean, white tile, colour-coordinated towels and bathmat, a shower with a glass door, not a curtain. And the hair dye - it’s so fucking blue. There’s no way you’ll avoid making a mess. 

“I am,” you say, and then you smile at her in the way she likes best, the way that makes her feel like she’s the only person you’ve ever smiled at, ever, braces and scrunched-up eyes, and Quinn thinks fuck the white tiles, fuck the towels, and fuck the bathmat, too. You want blue hair, and if having it will keep you smiling like that, she’ll make this place look like a poor impression of a Pollock painting. 

Together, you pull your hair into sections, then stand in front of the mirror, you in front of her. There’s only two gloves in the packet, so you each take one, sliding it over your dominant hands. 

Unceremoniously, you take the bottle to your hair and squirt a generous amount of dye into one of the sections and god, it’s so blue. 

“It’s so blue,” you say, grinning. “It’s gonna look so cool. I don’t care what anyone else thinks.”

Privately, Quinn thinks that you do care, very much, actually, but she’s not about to tell you that. 

The bathroom fills with the smell of ammonia as both of you work the dye into your hair. She’s never really touched you like this before, which is probably a weird thing to think about a friend; it’s not like people go around giving their besties head massages, after all. Still, it’s nice; you’re warm and your hair feels and smells good, despite the chemicals. You give a pleased shiver when she accidentally scrapes her nails over your scalp and she needs to duck her head behind yours to hide her blush from the mirror. 

The bottle of dye is soon emptied and your head is drenched with the colour. The dye isn’t just contained to your hair; it’s all over your forehead, your cheeks, your ears, your neck. It’s even gotten on your t-shirt. Quinn’s too; luckily, it’s an old hand-me-down she doesn’t care about, one that belonged to her sister that probably belonged to one of their cousins before that. It’s so stretched and faded that the design on it is illegible.

She sets a timer on her phone for twenty minutes, as suggested by the lady in the video, then helps you secure your head beneath a shower cap to stop the dye from going everywhere. The twenty minutes passes quickly - the two of you finish your game of Mario Kart to pass the time and after a dicey moment with a blue shell, Quinn emerges victorious - and then she’s waiting in your bedroom, listening to the shower run as you rinse off the dye. The whirl of a hairdryer follows, and then silence. 

“I’m ready!” you eventually call. “You can come in.”

She re-enters the bathroom to find you standing in front of the mirror. Your hair - it’s blue, of course, she knew it was going to be blue, but she finds herself breathless all the same. You’ve given yourself a trim too; there’s a pair of haircutting shears on the sink and the tiles below you are littered with blue dust. You’ve put on a new set of pyjamas, your old, dye-stained ones tossed in a careless ball in the corner. Your skin is clean, makeup-free, still faintly wet. Your cheeks are flushed from the shower, your eyes bright.

When you see her reflection in the mirror, stopped dead at the door frame, you whirl around, beaming. You run a hand over your head. “It’s so bright!” You turn your head left, then right, like a bird admiring itself in its tiny mirror. Your forehead is dotted with blue stains and so are your ears, she realises, their tips looking almost frostbitten. You look like a fucking fairy. “Do you like it?”

“I love it,” she breathes. Your face lights up. Teasingly, she adds, “Why? I thought you don’t care what anyone else thinks.”

“You’re different,” you say. “You’re my best friend. You’re you. Of course I care what you think.”

Her stomach squirms. How does she even reply to that? Best friend. Has she ever had a best friend before? She doesn’t think so. Maybe that’s why she feels so strange around you sometimes; perhaps this is just how girls feel around their best friends. 

… Okay, that’s a bit of a stretch, and she knows it. It doesn’t matter, though; if this is all she ever gets to have of you - clean, bare skin, hair dye, baking cookies, your smiles, honest, unguarded, just for her - she’ll still be satisfied. 

“You look really pretty,” she says, suddenly not shy at all. “This was a good idea.”

If you pick up on any of the emotion in her voice, the way the words come out too steady, too seriously, you don’t show it. You just smile again, that same grin, the one you always give when someone compliments you. “Thanks for helping me. Hey, you know, I have leftover dye,” you say, like you haven’t been trying to convince her to do something with her hair ever since you decided on a whim that you wanted to dye yours. “We could give you a streak? Or maybe highlights? I think I have bleach and developer somewhere. Oh, oh, what about a haircut?”

Quinn has never had a proper, professional haircut. Her mom cuts the whole family’s at home with a pair of kitchen scissors. As a kid, she’d had the classic bowl cut, but now that she’s older, it’s just all one length and long enough that it gets caught whenever she sits on a particularly high-backed seat. 

It’s fine, she supposes. It’s her hair. It’s always been long and red. That’s just what it looks like. She’s never put much thought into how she feels about it, outside of some teasing from other kids in elementary school. She’s certainly never considered changing it. Her mom never asks if she wants to do anything different with it; she just tells Quinn to sit down at the kitchen table underneath the big light and to remember to sweep the hair up afterwards.

Two years ago, her mom cut her own hair short - not even a pixie cut or anything, just around chin length, because the summer had been unusually hot and she’d wanted to keep her neck cool. It looked really nice, actually. Different. 

When their dad had seen her that night, he hadn’t been happy. It wasn’t about the hair, he’d said. It was because she hadn’t asked his permission. She was his wife, after all. She should’ve asked. 

Her mom’s hair is back below her shoulders now, and still growing. Long and red, just like Quinn’s. She’s forever tying it back, pinned away from the heat of the stove and the oven. Soon, it’ll look just like it did before. Like her haircut, that small, accidental moment of rebellion, never happened.

“A haircut,” Quinn says. “I want a haircut.”

You look surprised. “Wait, really? You were so against it before. I haven’t peer pressured you, have I?” 

“No, no, you haven’t, I promise. I just - I just wanna go shorter. I think it’d be a nice change. Something different.”

“Okay,” you say slowly. Your mouth looks nice around the sound, all wide around the oh, like you’re blowing a kiss, before relaxing on the kay into an adorable almost-smile. “How short?”

Oh, right, the haircut. 

“Uh, like, around shoulder-length, maybe? Like this.” She takes the hair elastic off of her wrist and ties her hair in front of her chest at the desired length. The elastic sits just above her shoulder, just long enough that she’ll be able to tie it back once it’s cut. There’s so much hair left below it. Looking at it makes her chest go tight, like she’s going to laugh or puke, or maybe both. It’s the same way she feels when she looks at your lips for too long. “Here. Cut here. We can fix it up afterwards to make it straight and stuff, but this is how short I want it.”

For a moment, she’s afraid that you’re going to question her. Ask her if she’s really sure, if this is a good idea. Tell her that in the morning, she’ll have nothing but regrets. You’d be right. There’s going to be hell to pay at home, once her parents see what she’s done. You should second guess her. 

But you don’t. Of course you don’t; you’re fucking fearless. And as you bring the scissors up and close them just above the elastic with an audible snip, Quinn feels fearless too.

[gachawolfiebloom]

Two Hearts In The City of Love

Chapter 14: Confessing Under the Full Moon

It was just them now. No wacky shenanigans from Mario. No Mr Puzzles trapping them for his entertainment. None of their friends. Just them. Both of them noticed how they were tightly squeezing while holding hands. Four was still a little shaken up by all of this and he missed being by Three's side. Three was so relieved to see his counterpart, his partner, his friend, his crush. He wanted to keep Four close by since he had almost lost the other half of him.

"Uhh..Three? You're gripping my hand a little hard." He instantly blushed and shy retracted his arm, whispering "Sorry..." Four felt bad for what he did. He actually enjoyed holding Three's hand. His gloves made his hands feel so nice and warm. He then saw a bridge next to them as he pointed to it and said "Let's rest here for a while." Three wasn't sure, but shrugged and followed.

Both of them noticed all the locks chiming in the cool breeze. Three shifted his gaze from the locks to the full moon above. "Geez...must have been gone a long time for the moon to be full." Three leaned himself against the railing, head in his hands as he stared up at it. He wanted to ask Four something, but then noticed that he wasn't next to him. He was standing behind. "You can join me if you want." Four shook his head and looked at the ground in silence. "What? Are you afraid of water or something?"

"No...not exactly."

Three didn't get until Four timidly asked "Would you push me?"

"Huh?"

"Would you push me off the bridge?"

Three got up from the railing and concernedly approached. "Of course not! Why would you think that?" Four wanted to tell him about the nightmare, but then he had a thought of realization. Would this all go away if he finally admitted his feelings? "Just wondering." Three wanted to say something else, but Four stopped him by grabbing hold of his hands. His hands still felt soft and warm.

"I need to tell you something Three."

"Okay."

Four gave him a stern look and said "Please listen close. It's really important."

"I'm listening." Three playfully teased him by looking off to the side. "I'm serious Three!" He laughed and said "Alright Alright. I am 100% focused." Four sighed as he didn't know exactly how to say this. A monologue seemed kinda sappy, but he really wanted to sum up his experience for Three. Oh just forget it. "It's now or never Four..."

"Three, I know we didn't start out on the best terms. We hated each other from day 1 and it seemed like we would be enemies for life, but somehow we didn't. When we learned about our meme guardian connection, it made us closer and we showed each other how well we work as a team. But, I haven't just been here for you. You've been there for me."

"How we bonded during the heist, getting stuck in those TV parodies, and how you told me how you would always be there for me during the...incident. I haven't forgotten what you told me." Three listened intently to every word, holding back his words as Four smiled and intertwined their fingers. "But now I've realized, my feelings have grown stronger. I thought it was when I was with my friends, but it's you Three. I want us to be together, laugh together, hell even competing with each other like that. The point is...I-I love you Three."

As those words escaped his lips, the air around them felt thick. Three's eyes widened as Four gasped and shut his mouth. "Four...you do?" The blue eyed man then had flashbacks about the nightmare. He just had to open his big mouth. "I'M SORRY! I DON'T KNOW WHAT CAME OVER ME! I KNOW YOU HATE ME, BUT PLEASE DON'T PUSH ME OFF! I'M STUPID FOR THINKING THAT! I'VE RUINED EVERYTHING!" His body shook in fear as he covered his crying face with his hands.

Three quickly said "NO! That's not what I was going to say! I could never hate you! Really!" Four sniffed before cautiously lowered one hand. "You're not pulling on my leg are you?" Three slowly came over and softly held him. "No. Why would I say that after you told me just what I've been waiting so long to hear." Four felt his puffy eyes being replaced by pink, rosy cheeks. "Four...I've loved you for even longer! I've spent so many countless moments thinking about you, how you've change my life, but I ignored it because I was worried about what you would say."

Four felt his fears slowly fade away as their foreheads touched and they looked into each other's eyes. "I love you so much Smg4. So much you moron." Four was so overjoyed that he didn't hold back and pressed his lips against Three's. He jumped at the touch, but let himself melt into it as he wrapped his arms around Four and played with his hair. When they finally pulled back, Three asked "So...what do we say to the others. Are we boyfriends now?" Four giggled and said "I guess so.

Three looked back to the sky and said "It's getting late. We should go back before the others get worried." That was fine with Four. It was after midnight anyway. They walked back, hand in hand as Four laughed and told his new boyfriend "Pretty cliche how we confessed in Paris." Three rolled his eyes and said "Soooo cliche."

"I guess we're just Two Hearts In The City of Love."

Chapter 15: Sick Day

[harveybwabbit92]

SPARK DOLL AU: Belial is at a Halloween party with R/n they’re having a costume party, and no one can figure out who R/n and Belial are supposed to be! Belial is dress in this fancy white 1920′s style suit and fedora with fake blood staining his mouth black leather gloves and a broach made up of three black roses on his left breast pocket, While R/n is dressed as some sort of survivor? she has on this bloodstained green jacket, torn blue sweater dress and muddy jeans, and her left hand bandaged, They said it’s from video game, but everyone is drawing blanks.

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Zero (he's dressed as Mario), throws hands up in defeat.: Ok, I give up, who are you two suppose ta be? I know you said from a video game…But I can't for the life of me figure it out!

Belial: Really? And after how much you and the boy were thirsting after her? I’m disappointed in you Zero brat, all of you young ones in fact.

Seven, (who's dressed as Kratos): Just cut the crap and tell us who you are already!

R/n: We’re gender swapped Resident Evil, I’m Ethel Winters and Belial is Lord Alcino Dimitrescu.

Belial: I’m surprised me greeting R/n with “So we finally meet Ms. Winters.” didn’t tip anyone off.

Riku, (dressed as Don Shine): Woah... That’s freaking awesome!

80, dressed as a dragon: Did you have that suit made for just the party?

R/n: Nah, It was my great-grandpa’s he was about the same height as Belial, though the size had to be adjusted, my grandpa was beanstalk compared to him.

{Needless to say. Belial and R/n won Halloween that year.]

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[glitchy-across-aus]

“Marioooooo! There's a new movie coming out and I wanna go see it.” Tyler walked into the house of her friend, looking around for the red Italian. “M? Are you here?” She started looking around, but didn't see either of the brothers. “Huh...weird. She texted both of them, but got nothing from Mario. She decided to head back to the castle, climbing onto her bike and driving back. As she drove, she noticed a familiar face waving to her on the side of the road and pulled over. She climbed off her bike, and walked towards the familiar man in green. “Hey there! Sorry to bother, but I'm looking for my brother and, well, your bike seems pretty fast.” She could only stare at him, unable to process what was happening. He looked like her Luigi, but his eyes were two different colors. And his gloves...they weren't the normal white ones, instead,they were blue with small yellow stars on them. “Uhm, Miss? Are you okay?” The Luigi look-alike asked, snapping Tyler out of her thoughts. "Yes. Maybe? You're Luigi?" Tyler scrambled for words, still trying to process  what was happening. “I thought you were at the flower shop. Why are you here? And what happened to your gloves? And when did you get that flower?” She bombarded him with questions, and the other could barely answer before she fired another one at him. “Ok, hold on! Lady, slow down. Please. I think you've got me confused.” 

Tyler slowed down, letting him speak. “Sorry. I'm just confused, I guess.” The other Luigi nodded. “Yeah, I get that. Let me explain. I'm not your Luigi, I'm from another universe. And I need to-” “Hold on,” Tyler said, cutting him off. “Is this that one spider-man meme? Because that's what it's giving.” The other Luigi facepalmed. “Really? That’s your first thought?” Tyler grinned sheepishly, offering her hand. “Sorry, sorry. Come on, I’ll help you look.” The other Luigi took her hand, and climbed on the back of her bike. “So, where do you think he could be?” She asked, waiting for him to get situated. “Knowing my brother, I’d assume he's somewhere that's familiar in both his world and ours. Which is going to be hard…” He trailed off, looking around at the unfamiliar landscape. “We can check the places Mario likes to hang out. Maybe we’ll find him there.” The other Luigi looked confused, so Tyler explained, “My Mario, I mean.” He nodded, and they took off, driving through the Mushroom Kingdom, looking for the two Marios.

They checked every restaurant, alley, and finally, the Showgrounds. When they still couldn’t find him, Tyler suggested they take a break at Coffee & Bombs. It was relatively quiet when they got in, the cafe empty except for Eggdog. 

“So, you got a specific coffee preference or..?” Tyler asked, climbing over the counter. “Oh, uh, no. Black is fine.” Tyler nodded, and began making their drinks. “Hey, what are you?” The Other Luigi asked, sitting down at a nearby table. “What?” Tyler asked, handing his cup over to him and sitting across the table. “What do you mean?” “Are you meant to be like, the female Luigi or something?” The Other Luigi said, gesturing to her color scheme. Tyler laughed. “No, I’m not. I can see why you would think that though. But uhm, no. I’m…well. Me, I guess.” The Other Luigi raisedan eyebrow, sensing there was something more. “You’re not some sort of Avatar? Or a meme guardian perhaps?” Tyler shot him a look, and he raised his hands in surrender. “Ok, ok. Sorry. It's just, you've got this really powerful aura, and I’m trying to make sense of it. That's all.” “Powerful Aura? What are you-” Before she could finish her question, Mario-her Mario-came running in. “TYLERRRRRR!!! MARIO-A NEEDS HELPPPPP!!!!!!!!!” The two jumped, startled, and turned towards the man in red. “M! Jeez, where have you been?” Tyler asked, moving towards Mario as The Other Luigi cleaned the coffee he spilled. “There-a was this other Mario and he just-a spawned out of-a nowhere! Mario was-a trying to talk to him but he-a ran away!” The Other Luigi got up, rushing towards them. 

“You saw him? When? Is he hurt? Where did you see him go?” Mario jumped back in surprise. “Luigi? What-a did you do to your eye?” Tyler cut between them, turning her attention to Mario. “I can explain all this later. Right now, you need to help us find the other Mario.” Mario nodded, and the three of them headed towards the beat up Mario-mobile, Tyler driving and The Other Luigi riding shotgun. The trio headed towards where Mario saw him, deep into the forest surrounding the Showgrounds. “M, do I even want to know why you were all the way out here?” Tyler asked, driving them deeper into the forest. “Oh, Mario was-a looking for his spaghetti coupon!” The Other Luigi leaned in towards Tyler and whispered, “He’s not very bright, is he?” Tyler shook her head. “Unfortunately, no.” Suddenly, a flash of color shot out in front of them, sending the car flying through the forest. Which would’ve been fine, if the car had working doors and seatbelts. Yet, this wasn't the case. The trio went flying in different directions, and when Tyler finally regained her consciousness,she was alone. “M? Luigi?” She called out for them, earning a grunt in response. “O-Over here…” She headed towards the voice, and found The Other Luigi leaning against a tree. “Oh Jeez, are you okay?” She asked, helping him up. “Yeah, I’m good. That’s going to leave a mark, though.” 

Tyler chuckled, then looked around, finding no signs of Mario. “Come on. Let's go find your dumbass.” They walked deeper into the forest, now on the hunt for both Marios. “Hey. What you said earlier, about me having a “Powerful Aura”? What did you mean by that?” Tyler asked as they searched. The Other Luigi shrugged. “Something about you just feels…off. Dangerous, even. Are you sure you don't have any powers or something?” Tyler shook her head. “If I did, I don’t remember how to activate them.” “What do you mean, ‘Don’t remember’?" Tyler sighed, explaining her dilemma. “I've got Amnesia. One day I just kinda appeared here, with no memory except my name. So maybe I did have powers. I don’t know.” The Other Luigi nodded. “I get it. Must be dying to go home, huh?” Tyler was about to answer, when they heard a familiar scream. “MARIO!” She ran towards the sound, The Other Luigi not too far behind. They ran even deeper into the forest, Tyler’s heart beating in her ears. “MARIO!!” She called out again, hoping for a response. She got nothing. “Let's split. You go left, I’ll go right.” The Other Luigi suggested, and Tyler nodded, running towards the left. She kept calling out, but she got nothing. Eventually she stopped to catch her breath, and it was then she realized she was completely alone. The trees seemed as if they were starting to close in on her, and she sat down, trying to calm herself down. 

You’re fine, Tyler. Everything’s going to be ok. She tried to reassure herself, but it wasn't working. It seemed like she wasn’t getting out anytime soon, until she heard a girl's voice in her head. Keep going straight. You’ll find them. They need you, Ty. Now go. She had no idea whose voice it was, as it didn’t sound familiar, but she listened to it anyway, and started walking straight.

She could only hope that the voice in her head was leading her the right way.

( @astro-vision-au Find Mario Game)

[forthedancingandthethriving]

Got some fun ideas for a few things that could happen during the big battle of the Vacation arc;

-You remember that gauntlet Andrew made out of the Atl0s drone that's the breakout squad's ticket to not having to keep working for the Abyss while still making a break for it? Well, given that it was originally designed to collect DNA samples for the Omnitrix's database it has a lot of hardware and software in common with said device. So, during the chaos of the battle, he and Trixie end up running into each other (since Ben's crew came along) and the combination of Trixie's code being weird due to her origins, Andrew's modifications during the process of turning a flying camera into a glove with his bare hands, and the large overlap in the gauntlet and Omnitrix's designs makes the universe basically go "fuck it, why not" and give the gauntlet the features of an Omnitrix on top of. Fortunately he only gets a random set of ten starting out just like every Omnitrix wielder should. Specifically he starts out with ten of the many species that the drones have found so far in their explorations of the digital multiverse. So no actual canon Ben 10 aliens for him yet.

-Francis obviously goes after Meggy and Desti first, because he's a sadistic fuck like that, and is really excited about Desti's presence in particular. Not every day you get the opportunity to kill someone a second time after all. Too bad for him Saiko had the exact same thought when she realized he was there, and Kaizo and Whimpu are also here because why not. Whimpu being here is particularly interesting because you'd think he wouldn't be able to contribute much given his Whole Deal but apparently he's been studying the properties all the weird Spaghettis he, Mario and Bowser made during the Orange Spaghetti Saga and has found some actual uses for them. Including combat utility in some cases. This eventually results in Francis deciding to be opportunistic and snagging one of the spaghetti's with his tongue. Said spaghetti happens to be the blue one that turns people into Anime Girls. The combination of his two biggest obsessions (hot anime titties and himself) causes a horniness feedback loop that short-circuits his brain a-la Narcisus from Greek mythology. The breakout squad still makes sure to grab him on their way out since while they were scouting he mentioned having a place they could lay low if things went south.

Francis finding out there's a way to turn people into Waifus certainly won't have any consequences!

-The Goomba Who Sold The World is back again because of course he ended up in Computer Hell what did you expect. In order to make him actually, you know, useful (seeing as he's an ordinary Goomba and all, and a dead one at that) the Abyss turn him into a vessel for a portion of its power, resulting in a horrific transformation akin to the Smash Ultimate version of Marx.

-While a lot of the Abyss's army is the escapees, some of them given similar power boosts to the Goomba for similar reasons, the main bulk of it ends up being Black Arms, because when Black Doom got out of Computer Hell his connection to the hivemind got restored so he can summon his troops again.

-Also there's a build-your-own-rollercoaster attraction in the park and he's using it to make Biblically Accurate Radical Highway to cause problems for the heroes because of course he is.

-Mind-Controlled Full-Power Diana vs Fury Bowser vs hijacked movie-style Death Egg Robot (with Eggman stuck inside), courtesy of one of the more powerful inmates, with Lily, Bowser Jr. and Sage trying to save them (and save everyone else from them).

I'm beginning to think the Abyss needs to do a vetting process for people it decides to have join it..

But there are all great!! The last one is super intriguing to me because a mind-controlled Diana?? Fury Bowser?? Hijacked Death Egg?? That's a battle no one wants to be caught between..

[agoldengalaxy]

98 for the drabble thing? 😳

spotify wrapped drabble ask!

song 98: downstream - supertramp

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Sun streamed down in steady beams from the afternoon sky, glistening in the calm blue water below. A wooden boat floated aimlessly down the current at a gentle pace, as if both the boat and the people aboard it had not a care on Earth.

For long stretches of their ride, it was silent. A peaceful silent, like they knew that nothing could possibly go wrong on this Sunday afternoon. Mario was taking the opportunity to feel the breeze on his face and sneak glances at Peach.

She looked radiant in the sunlight, he thought, her cheeks rosy, her eyes full of light, an air of ease around her as she thoughtfully twirled her parasol on her shoulder. All these years of knowing her, and he never once tired of her beauty, both inside and out. He didn’t think he ever would.

It was cliché, but when he looked at her, he knew that she was the reason he was born; to be able to spend each waking moment with her, through each season, through happy and sad, through sickness and health, through tears and laughter.

“What are you thinking about?” Peach’s gentle voice interrupted the silence, a quiet smile on her face.

Mario gazed at her for a moment, then had to smile, unable to help himself. “I don’t want this time with you to end, Princess.”

Her brows shot up, and she seemed both surprised and touched. She lifted a gloved hand to her mouth, giggling lightly. “Well, then. We ought to stay on the ocean for a little while longer then.”

He gave her a small, sheepish smile. To know her as he knew her now was all he could ever need. He didn’t care about anything else. He just wanted to stay with her forever, whether it was on the ocean, or otherwise.

Peach leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to his nose. “I used to be quite lonely before I met you, Mario. That life is far behind me now.”

A soft blush rose to his cheeks. “You won’t be lonely ever again. I’ll always stay by your side.”

They’d been through a lot. Turned a lot of pages together. But on this boat on a Sunday, everything was okay.

[ama-the-weeb]

POI!

mario has blue gloves

i cant tell if this is cam doing a bit or mario actually found my tumblr

either way: poi, iop, and bells (yall get it)