#The way Luigi finally got through to Mario and then Mario just throwing himself at Luigi and sobbing into his chest- my heart!!!

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Sleepless pt.7

First // Pev // Next // Webtoon

[batneko]

Okay I got another bowuigi idea.

Koopa Kingdom gets infested with Legally-Distinct-From-Tribbles and nobody can figure out how to get rid of them, they're eating everything, fire only makes them multiply somehow, and one day Bowser is trying to come up with ideas and mutters "What would Princess Peach do?" and one of his minions says "Call the Mario Brothers probably." They both have a good laugh over this.

But time goes by and the not!Tribbles are still everywhere, and finally Bowser is like "okay I'm at least going to ASK, can't hurt to ask, but I'll address it to the green one, that'll be less embarrassing."

Meanwhile Luigi has been feeling a little down about himself, so when he gets the letter he's like "Maybe if I do it it'll prove I can solve problems by myself!" (he was the only one who was doubting this). So he rolls up to the castle determined to Be A Hero and only changes his mind and turns around three times along the way.

Bowser is kind of a dick at first, naturally, but Luigi manages to stand up for himself and insist on being paid at least. This is an extermination job, not a rescue mission. After some back and forth Bowser agrees to give him a Kidnapping Rain Check - next time Luigi just isn't feeling it, he can use the rain check and make Bowser give up on his latest Kidnap Peach plan.

So Luigi goes around, studies the not!Tribbles, comes up with some plans for keeping them out of the food, etc. At first he's having to power through the fear, but eventually he realizes Bowser is mostly bluster (this time) and focuses more on doing the job.

A lot of time passes with both of them being surprised by each other. Luigi learns that Bowser rules through respect, not fear, and that he cares about others. Bowser learns that Luigi is more than just an inferior copy of his brother. I'm picturing a scene where Bowser (who has been casually talking down to Luigi this whole time) says something insulting, and Luigi snaps back with an insult of his own, and Bowser is so surprised that he busts out in genuine laughter. "Okay that's a good one. If you ever repeat it I'll throw you off something, but that's pretty good."

And maybe a scene where they're planning a Public Awareness Campaign so people will keep their food in sealed containers and stop burning the not!Tribbles already seriously you're only making it worse, and as they're talking about it Bowser Jr. wanders in and demands to be able to help. Bowser is like “Sure, you can make the artwork for all the posters we're going to put up, here's what I need you to draw.” Luigi watches this and thinks to himself, in order, “huh, I didn't think Bowser would be a good dad” and then “wait a minute, why didn't I think Bowser would be a good dad? That's not fair to him,” and then “wait since when have I cared about being fair to Bowser?”

Bowser definitely falls first, though he doesn't realize it for longer. He finds himself actually caring what Luigi thinks of him, and gets angry at himself for caring. At one point they're looking for cracks that the not!Tribbles might be sneaking in through, and have to take down a portrait of Peach that Bowser had put up in a secluded corner. Once that's done he completely forgets to put it back up for like two weeks, only realizing when he stumbles over it that he's barely thought of her at all lately.

Luigi, on the other hand, one day thinks to himself “Bowser is so cute when he laughs” and realizes instantly that he's sunk.

Finally they start making progress with the not!Tribbles, so Luigi is like “okay I'll come back in a week and see if the numbers have gone down,” and Bowser is like “yeah sure whatever.” But the next day he's listless and grouchy (he'd barely been grouchy at all lately, what's up with that?) and takes until almost evening to understand he misses Luigi. They both miss each other.

When Luigi finally comes back the not!Tribbles have gone down, but not enough, so he's back to coming over every day to do more research. Bowser is still barely clinging to denial, but he's started trying to look nicer, polishing his shell and combing his hair. Luigi notices and tries very hard not to notice.

If fire makes them multiply, maybe ice prevents it? So they put together some kind of giant mousetrap with lots of food and successfully manage to trap most of the not!Tribbles in a giant ice cube. It only takes another couple of days to track down the stragglers. They've done it! Luigi has saved (for a certain value of “saved”) the Koopa Kingdom.

And... that's it. There's no reason for him to stay anymore. Bowser scribbles out the rain check and starts to hand it to him... And stops.

“Don't take it.”

“What?”

“Don't take that. It's useless.”

“You're not going to honor it?” Luigi asks. He'd almost been allowing himself to think Bowser might like him back, a little bit, but now he's reminded that there's been someone more important to him since before all this started. Before they even met.

“I mean you're never going to have a reason to use it!” Bowser says.

He's never going to kidnap Peach again. At least, not the way he used to. Bowser still wants to take over the Mushroom Kingdom – as well as everywhere else, but Peach... she doesn't mean anything to him anymore.

He can't bring himself to say that though, and frustrated and angry he snaps at Luigi to take something else from the castle too, treasure or tools, anything he wants. And goes up to his bedroom to mope.

It's not until days later that he realizes one of his portraits is missing. It was a good one, he thought he looked really imposing in it, so he yells at people until somebody admits that the portrait was the thing Luigi took as his “payment.”

It wouldn't have been worth much. The frame was nice, but not THAT nice. If Luigi took Bowser's portrait it must be because he wanted it.

Bowser writes Luigi another letter, this time inviting him to dinner.

[pianokantzart]

Shout out to @multicolour-ink​ and @chloecherrysip​ for use of their gifs: X X

First of all, I’d like to point out how ecstatic Luigi gets the moment they get their first call. I know that some suspect that Mario dragged Luigi into the plumbing business (i.e. that “you’re bringing your brother down with you” line from their dad), but it seems to me that this is fully both Mario and Luigi’s dream.

Look at him! He is shaking with joy. He absolutely can not contain himself. He throws his recently-cracked phone in order to grab his brother by the shoulders and shake him before excitedly pulling him into a hug. His heart is all in on this company.

With their first job on the horizon Mario and Luigi race out of the restaurant, climb into their van, and start the engine. Unfortunately, it looks like the money that might have gone into keeping their vehicle in working condition went into that TV commercial. The van sputters for a moment before the engine dies completely.

One thing I noticed is that when they get in the van Luigi has his seatbelt on, while Mario doesn’t. Mario is too focused on his goal to remember the details, while Luigi continuously has safety on the mind. Makes me wonder how many times Luigi has had to remind his brother to buckle up halfway down the road.

Mario tries a second time to get the engine to start to no avail. Luigi begins to panic, fidgeting nervously in his seat. “Oh no, we’re gonna be late.”

“No we are not!” Mario picks up the bag of tools and shoves them into Luigi’s arms before opening his door and bolting out. “C’mon, let’s go!”

“Hey! Wait up!” Luigi races after his brother, who forges on full speed ahead. Mario leaps over and dives through every obstacle in his way with little regard for anything other than his destination, but while his eyes remain on the road ahead he calls back to his brother, making sure he’s keeping up and knows which way to go: “This way!” “C’mon Lu, step on it!”

Luigi has trouble right off the bat. Rounding a corner he almost bumps into a business man crossing the street, and is so distracted by the near miss that he crashes into the garbage can Mario recently leapfrogged over, disturbing the cat rummaging around inside. Luigi’s successive collision draws the cat’s attention, and just his luck the kitty takes one look at him and decides he’s gotta die. (Jeeze, what is it with Luigi and animals? They must get stressed out by his anxiety or something.)

Luigi continues to run into every possible obstacle while struggling to get the angry cat off his head, but Lordy he’s trying his best.

He accidentally knocks groceries out of a woman’s arms... but an interesting detail is that he manages to catch the grocery bag mid-air. Luigi’s clumsy and unlucky, but at the same time he’s got some decent reflexes.

Of course, catching the bag doesn’t stop its contents from spilling out onto the sidewalk. He tries to do the gentlemanly thing and pick them up– but being still in crisis he gets his wires crossed. He haphazardly shoves half the apples back into the bag, throws the malicious furball in for good measure, and hands it off to the nearest person with a friendly little “here ya’ go!” before running off.

Luigi finally catches up with Mario when he encounters an obstacle big enough to give him pause: a construction site that closed off the entire road. But Mario steels himself, regathers his determination, and barrels ahead once more before Luigi can catch his breath.

“Oh Mario, what are ya’ doin’!?” Luigi sounds desperate, practically pleading with his brother to hold his horses, but he follows nonetheless, and this time– given the more dangerous terrain– Mario is making sure things are a little easier for him. Mario opens the gates for Luigi, brings down a ladder, throws a wooden plank over a gap... little things to help him get through.

(Side note: I like how in this gif ⬆️ Luigi pauses a bit, trying to figure out whether or not he should apologize to the construction worker on his brother’s behalf before he just continues ahead out of fear of getting left behind.)

 But at the same time, there are obstacles that Mario is able to avoid that Luigi can’t help but stumble into. While Mario swings along chains and runs across metal beams overhead, Luigi once again fumbles his way into everything and everyone. Again, he’s trying his best to be polite all the while, apologizing to the victims of his clumsiness and gently tiptoeing through the recently-laid wet cement in an attempt to minimize the damage.

Finally they reach the end, and Mario is still calling after his brother. “C’mon Luigi, pump those legs!”

Luigi stumbles on, visibly panting. As he exits the construction site he attempts one last little formality on the way out by closing the gate behind him. “I’m trying... I’m trying! I’ve got bad knees!”

Conclusion:

When Mario is fixated on a goal he becomes reckless, so wrapped up in what he wants to do and where he wants to go that everything else falls to the wayside... except his brother. Despite his determination there is definitely a care and concern for Luigi all throughout, especially when the road gets rocky. At the same time, Mario doesn’t seem to quite see everything his brother goes through. I’m not talking about the “bad knees” line (that’s it’s own separate debate), I’m just talking about the usual bad luck Luigi encounters merely trying to run down a sidewalk. Though Mario has seen enough to be protective of his brother, he doesn’t handle Luigi with kid gloves. In fact, he holds him to almost the same standard he does himself, and I think Luigi appreciates that despite everything. When all is said and done they did make it to their destination on time... it just wasn’t the route that Lu would’ve chosen willingly.

[pepperycar]

“On the loose!” Chapter 6: Fighting together

Mario sprung to his feet, pulling Luigi up and squeezing his hand so tightly that Luigi couldn’t squeeze back. Mario and Luigi ran to follow Toad through the castle, he led them to the castle roof were some Lakitu’s were dropping Spiny’s towards Toad Town, above them, Bullet Bill’s were being shot out of cannons from a giant, wooden, sailed, battle airship, Bowser’s face slapped on the front of it cased in gold. Bowser was standing over the edge of the ship with Kamek flying around on his broomstick, shooting fire and electric spells from his wand next to him. “Do you have a spare Tanooki Leaf?!” Mario yelled to Toad as they climbed the peak of the castle roof “Got nothing! I’m all out. Just some red mushrooms and some rare Gold Speed Boost ones!” Toad yelled back as he tried searching his bag while running. “How many Red mushroom’s you got?!” Mario called back as he threw the falling Spiny shells off the roof “3!” Toad called back “then we’ll have to do this the long way!” Mario cried, Mario grabbed one of the fallen Spiny shells and hurled it at one of the Lakitus, knocking him off of his cloud, Toad chucking him and Luigi the Red mushrooms, Luigi held one while Mario held the other two, eating one then hiding the other under his hat while jumping on to the Lakitu cloud, Luigi following in suit. Luigi ate his Power-up then leaped onto the cloud with his bro, Toad digging a rope out of his bag and using it as a lasso, catching it on one of the protruding cannons. Getting a running start, Toad flung himself up towards the ship, dodging Bowser’s fire breath as best as he could while the bros flew over head, ducking and weaving through Kamek’s magic. The cloud started to flutter, started to fade, without thinking, Mario grabbed then swung Luigi up onto the deck, Luigi heard a distant scream and ran to the edge expecting to see Mario falling to his death, he quickly heaved sigh of relief when he found Mario holding onto the Bowser heads spike collar, Luigi smiled and leaned his hand down. Mario climbed passed Bowser’s wide open jaw and then grabbed one of his horns, he grabbed Luigi’s hand tightly and Luigi used both his hands to haul him up. Mario led down in relief and panted, feeling the adrenaline leaving him, Luigi just above him, lying down and laughing breathlessly from relief. “Awww how touching..” Said a deep, gravelly voice “Luigi finally decides to be brave and ‘help’ his brother.. but he’s just wasting his time..” Mario felt his body freeze in place, the voice in his head returning. ‘You could fail him, he could die up here. You got lucky last time.. you saved him, but not because you were strong, because your clumsiness caused and ended your adventure.. you were lucky. What if you failed him now? What if you failed him then? Could you live with yourself? No..’ Bowser was now hovering over them, when he suddenly felt a sharp kick to his chin “high heels..” he wheezed “Peach?!” Mario cried snapping out of it, pulling himself and Luigi up, she was dressed in a darker brown Tanooki Suit, holding her tail in front of them defensively “Wooooooo!” Toad cried as Kamek chased and struggled to keep up with him as he used one of the Gold Speed Boost Mushrooms, Bowser was distracted enough by this for the bros to through a punch at his jaw with Peach kicking his legs. “Kamek!” He shouted as he heard Toad behind him starting to pant from exhaustion, his new, extra shiny boots flickered until they returned to their normal brown colour. Kamek hopped off his broomstick and ran to his masters aid, Bowser swung his tail to throw Peach off balance, she flew high up to regain it as Luigi ran around his back and tried to grab his tail. Bowser noticed that Mario still seemed to be frozen with fear, he gave a cruel, wicked grin “Hey Kamek!” He shouted, flicking Luigi off his tail then standing aside so that Kamek had a good view of Mario “remember THAT spell you wanted to try out?” He asked with an evil chuckle, Kamek smiled before aiming his wand at Mario “let’s see.. how much do you love your brother, Mario?” -To be continued.

[the-brucest-fan]

Although it would be pretty innovative to have a Luigi's Mansion spin-off where they travel through different places, a movie taking place in the same place can also work if it's done right.

As for the spin-off, it deserves a theatrical release, and this wouldn't be the first time Illumination would do it. Remember we have the Despicable Me trilogy and the Minions movies which are spin-offs, and are also connected to the Despicable Me ones. I say the Luigi's Mansion movie should happen after whatever happens in The Super Mario Bros. Movie 2, that way we may get new things to explore in the spin-off, like Luigi having to stand off for himself, realizing that even though he's stronger when he fights next to Mario, he's also strong on his own, especially if he has to fight FOR Mario.

I think the movie could go like this:

It's been a while now since the bros saved the Mushroom Kingdom from Bowser's last scheme. Mario has become a known man and everyone in that world (even on Earth) knows his name. But we can't say the same about Luigi who even though he's actually happy saving people and plumbing with his brother, he can't stop feeling being kind of overshadowed by him. Ever since they saved the kingdom, Mario's always busy with other things and spending more time away on solo missions, due to Luigi believing he would only slow him down due to his clumsiness.

Luigi really misses spending time with his brother, but he would always out aside those thoughts because Mario's happiness is his priority. One day he gets the infamous letter telling him he'd won a free mansion; overjoyed because he rarely wins anything, he leaves a voicemail to Mario (because he wasn't picking up his phone due to being busy), and he runs straight to check the mansion. He's so happy that he doesn't even suspect is a trap.

When Mario finally listens to Luigi's voicemail, he instantly feels something's wrong, and he finds out Luigi had sent him a picture of the map and the letter he got. Peach sees this and tells Mario that the forest where the mansion is located is cursed and full of evil spirits, so Mario flees to get to Luigi.

When Luigi's about to get out of the forest, is reached by Mario, who desperately tries to warn him about the danger. Luigi is so stubborn that he doesn't believe him and thinks he's just jealous that he was the one who won something this time. When Mario tells him to snap out of it, Luigi snaps and tells him everything he's been bottling up during the last months. That's when a group of ghosts come out from the bushes and throw themselves on Luigi, but Mario pushes him on time, getting captured by the ghosts and taken inside the mansion.

Luigi goes to get help at the Mushroom Kingdom and tells Peach what happened, so she, Toad and Donkey Kong go with him, but they're also captured by the ghosts, leaving Luigi all by himself. He blames himself about what happened, so he goes inside the mansion to try to retrive his brother and friends.

And you know, while he explores the place, he meets Professor E. Gadd, who provides him with the Portergust (it could be any of the designs we've seen during the LM trilogy or a totally new design), trains him on ghostcatching and sends him again inside the mansion while he helps him from his lab.

Luigi must reach the highest floor of the mansion, since there's where Mario and the rest are being held captive. During the way he finds treasures and keys, unlocks doors, collects rare items (like the Golden Bone, you know what's going to be used for), uncovers secrets from the ghosts that fly around the place, and obviously, meets Polterpup. He's annoyed by the little creature at first, but he slowly warms up to him.

Meanwhile, Mario and his friends are trying to get out of the frame that is holding them captive. Instead of staying frozen like paintings, they can move inside the frame, and even see and hear everything that happes outside. Mario is hysterical because Luigi is all alone out there, but Peach calms him down and tells him that he can't be protecting his brother all the time, and that Luigi is pretty capable of handling things by himself and that she trusts him. That's when suddenly they hear Bowser's voice coming from the frame next to them. The koopa tells them that he was captured as well and that all of this is a prelude to something bigger and horrible that's about to happen.

Finally, after fighting what seemed to be the last of the ghosts, Luigi reaches the last floor of the mansion, where he finds his friends and brother (and Bowser) trapped inside frames. He's about to free them when he's stopped by no other than King Boo (he might've gotten a jewel for his crown which gives him his Luigi's Mansion 3 look, or maybe they would've just changed his design). He reveals to Luigi that he's planning on covering the whole world in an endless darkness so he, his Boos and the rest of ghosts could rule. But to achieve that, he had to get rid of the Mushroom Kingdom's hero first, so he was planning on using Luigi as bait to lure Mario into a trap, that's why he sent the letter to Luigi, since the original plan was to capture him first to get to Mario. King Boo laughs at Luigi's naiveness and thanks him for having made his work easier. Then a group of Boos appear holding Professor E. Gadd, and King Boo traps him inside the frame as well. Luigi feels so bad that he doesn't notice the Boos coming closer to him. One of them impales the Poltergust, freeing all the ghosts Luigi had captured, and the rest make the floor break down Luigi's feet, making him fall through several floors. Mario yells desperately his brother's name while King Boo laughs and claims his victory over them.

Luigi wakes up at Polterpup licking his face. He's now at the basement of the mansion, where E. Gadd's lab used to be, but now it's been destroyed by the Boos. He laments having disappointed everyone, and claims that he can't do anything now because the Poltergust is broken and he's useless without it and without Mario. Polterpup comforts him by putting his head on his lap.

But then, Luigi realizes he'd actually gotten pretty far before then, and even though he got help from E. Gadd and Polterpup, he actually handled himself pretty well, even without using Power-Ups like he usually does. And most important, even though he's been afraid this whole time, he'd faced the ghosts and trapped them, something he would've never thought he would ever do. So he sets to work and repairs the Poltergust using the tools that remained untouched from the lab. Now properly equiped again, he goes upstairs to the last floor.

Meanwhile, Mario cries over the apparent loss of his little brother while Peach and Toad comforts him. The princess encourages him to find a way out of the frame, since stopping the Boos would've been what Luigi would've wanted. After exploring the void inside the frame, they find out it's actually connected to the rest of the frames in the house, so they just need to find one that's free to get out. They eventually manage to get out of the frame (even Bowser), and they make a run for it. While they're running down the stairs, they find Luigi and the bros share a hug, happy to see the other is safe and sound.

But then they're discovered by King Boo, who traps Mario and the others in a bigger frame, but this time they cannot move at all, being forced to see how the army of Boos fight Luigi. The Boos fuse together, forming Boolossus, but despite their hige size and power, Luigi overpowers them and sucks them inside the Poltergust. Luigi then aims at King Boo and stuns him with the Poltergust, buying him enough time to free Mario and the rest from the frames, and destroying them so King Boo wouldn't trap them again.

When they're about to escape, King Boo, now sick to double death of Luigi, uses the power of his crown's jewel to suck him inside a frame that contains the Nightmare Realm, which are King Boo's domains. There, both King Boo and Luigi have a final battle there, where King Boo not only injures Luigi, but also torments him with vivid illusions to make the green-clad plumber doubt himself, but Luigi is sick of feeling like less, so he fights through the illusions and defeats King Boo, trapping him inside the Poltergust, which releases the jewel he was wearing. Now without King Boo, the whole place starts to crumble, with Luigi being sucked by what it looks, it's a black hole.

On the other side, the mansion starts to crumble as well and Mario and the rest are forced to leave, while a vortex coming from the frame King Boo trapped Luigi in, starts sucking the mansion. Once everyone is safe outside, the mansion disappears, leaving only the vortex floating in the sky until it blows up, not without throwing Luigi out. Mario sees this, but he can't reach his brother, so Pulterpup flies up and catches Luigi before he touches the ground. Luigi doesn't move nor responds to his brother's voice, not even when the latter took the Poltergust off of him. Thinking he had lost his brother forever, Mario hugs Luigi's body.

While everyone else is mourning, Polterpup finds and eats a remaining Golden Bone Luigi had found before and proceeds to lick the plumber's face, waking him up to everyone's relief.

The news about Luigi's heroic actions at the mansion spread through the whole kingdom, and now everyone recognizes him as the hero he always was. Mario is so proud of his little brother that he and Peach throw a party for him at his new mansion, which is something them and the professor had been working on to thank Luigi for everything he's done for them. The story ends with all of them celebrating Luigi.

I know, this is a whole-ass story, but that's how I would like it to be 😅

I don't know about you but I want a Luigi's Mansion movie. And have them throw in some brotherly flashbacks

It would be great to see a Luigi's Mansion adaptation...but I think it would be better as a spin off, not as a theatrical release.

Don't get me wrong, it's not that I don't want one...but when you look at the context of what the games are, a movie where Luigi is running around a mansion (no matter how colourful or interesting you make it) would not be appealing for Hollywood as a movie concept. Imagine how the general audience would feel, after the excitement of seeing Mario travelling to these different places in the first movie, only for the sequel to be stuck in one building...yeah that will not go down well at all.

Plus, you know they would still want to use Mario a lot, for the branding.

So here's a couple ideas I propose for what the sequel could be:

1. The sequel takes elements from Luigi's Mansion, and makes it a grand road trip instead. Say, King Boo is introduced as the villain, and brings in his army of Boos to enslave the Mushroom Kingdom. Mario and Luigi must travel around the kingdom and gather things to stop him. Then in the 3rd act, Mario gets captured, and Luigi is forced into the worst situation he has feared: being the only one left as the last hope. He of course gets the courage, and uses the Poltergust to stop King Boo!

2. The sequel is based on a game more akin to the RPGs : aka M&L Superstar Saga 😁

It would honestly be perfect! You get to see even more new worlds, the brothers get to travel and battle together, and there's plenty of new characters to introduce 🌹

[grawly]

Are you the vibrating dildo in ass human??????????

Wario World[a] is a 3D platform game developed by Treasure and published by Nintendo for the GameCube. The game's plot centers on Wario and his quest to regain his treasure and his castle from Black Jewel, an evil gem.

The game was fairly well received by reviewers, who praised the game's fun gameplay while criticizing its short length. The game has sold over 142,000 copies in Japan and over 256,000 copies in the United States.[3] In 2004, the game was re-released as a Player's Choice title.[4]

Wario World's gameplay centers mainly on combating enemies, although it requires some platform navigation similar to Super Mario 64 and Super Mario Sunshine. The controls are simple, and are only used to jump, run, dash, perform fighting moves, and use the "Hyper Suction" ability to collect nearby coins.[5] The level designs are platform-based with combat elements, and have an overall linear design. The levels contain trapdoors, which lead to special platforming or puzzle-oriented challenges.[6] Throughout the game, small forest sprites known as "Spritelings" give Wario advice if they are rescued from imprisonment.[7]

During combat, Wario can grab enemies and either spin them around, throw them, or piledrive them into the ground.[8] Enemies drop coins when defeated, and tend to regenerate if the area is left and returned to later. The coins are used to purchase items, such as life-restoring garlic, and to return to life.[9] If Wario does not have enough money to return to life, the game is over.[10] A new feature in Wario World are the spherical "glue globes", in which Wario is stuck to if he touches it, allowing the player to reach otherwise inaccessible areas.[11] Along the way, Wario can re-collect his lost treasures, which are hidden in treasure chests, and collect pieces of golden Wario statues, which increases Wario's life meter by one half.[12] In order to advance in the game, the player must collect a certain amount of red diamonds in each level.[13] If the player collects all the treasure in the various levels, minigames from the Game Boy Advance title WarioWare, Inc.: Mega Microgames! are unlocked, and they can be played by using the Nintendo GameCube – Game Boy Advance link cable.[14]

The game begins with Wario enjoying his newly built castle, which is filled with treasures that he has collected from earlier adventures.[15] An evil gem called Black Jewel, hidden amongst Wario's treasure collection, suddenly awakens and takes over Wario's castle. Black Jewel turns Wario's treasure into monsters,[16] and transforms the castle into four worlds called Excitement Central, Spooktastic World, Thrillsville and Sparkle Land, each consisting of two levels and a boss fight. A central area allows access to the different worlds, as well as to the Treasure Square, where the Huge Treasure Box inside of which Black Jewel is hiding can be found.[17] Wario proceeds through the areas controlled by Black Jewel, recovering his treasure and rescuing Spritelings (the creatures had sealed Black Jewel away in the past), then obtains the key to the Huge Treasure Box and engages Black Jewel in a battle. Wario's subsequent victory allows him to regain control of his castle.

During the game's ending, Wario's new castle quality depends on the number of Spritelings rescued. The worst-case scenario sees Wario with nothing but a campsite with his throne in a dark jungle, but if all 40 Spritelings were rescued, Wario is given a palace even grander than his previous one.[18]

Wario World was shown at E3 2002 as a technical demo.[19] At the next E3 in 2003, it was shown with levels of gameplay polish and tweaking, which the previous E3 demo was lacking.[20] On August 22, 2002, at Nintendo's Gamer's Summit, Wario World's North American release date was set to November 11, 2002.[21] The game was later going to be released on May 26, 2003, but was further delayed by one month till June 23.[22]

It was uncertain who was developing Wario World, until April 22, 2003, when Nintendo of America revealed that Treasure was developing the game.[23] After the successful development collaboration Treasure and Nintendo shared with the Nintendo 64title, Sin and Punishment, the two companies wanted to work together again. The R&D1 team wanted to continue their co-development juncture with a 3D installment of the Wario franchise.[24]Wario World's music was composed by Norio Hanzawa and Minako Hamano.[25] Wario was voiced by Charles Martinet, who also voices Mario and Luigi in the Mario series.[25]

Wario World was a commercial success, selling over 142,000 copies in Japan.[3] In 2004, the game was re-released alongside Mario Golf: Toadstool Tour and F-Zero GX as part of the Player's Choice line, a selection of games with high sales sold for a reduced price.[4]

Wario World received fairly positive reviews. The US version of Play magazine gave the game a perfect score, and the reviewer commented that Wario World "pays off every second [he is] holding the controller, and that, to [him], is greatness".[32]Nintendo Power said that the game was "tons of fun".[33]GamePro stated that Wario World "stays addictive by weight of sheer design innovation".[34] The American-based publication Game Informer praised the game for including "droves of awesome boss battles".[35]Matt Casamassina of IGN declared that Wario World had "some great control mechanics and inventive level work".[29]Electronic Gaming Monthly's Greg Ford said, "Wario [World] delivers a great time while it lasts and is well worth checking out. Just don't expect a Mario-quality adventure".[36] Worthplaying gave the game 9 out 10, stating that "Treasure has done itself proud with this title, and Wario himself can lift his head up high. At least in my book, he's got at least one game that's better than Mario's."[37]

Wario World received criticism for its length, with some reviewers stating that the game was shorter than the average console title. Tom Bramwell of Eurogamer compared Wario World to Luigi's Mansion, a game also criticized for its length, and said that the game was like Luigi's Mansion "all over again".[38]GameSpy stated that Wario World "offers little above and beyond the standard 3D platform romp, and what is offered turns out to be very short and repetitive".[28]GameSpot commented that "the final product is too short and simplistic to hold your attention for more than a day".[27]

[spnsisterimagines]

Mario Kart

Summary - Y/N decides to engage her brothers and Castiel into Mario Kart, not realizing what she was getting herself into.

Pairings - Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!Reader, Jack Kline x Platonic!Winchester!Reader, Castiel x Winchester!Reader

Word Count - 1,911 words

"Let's get it!" Y/N squeals, claiming her spot on the middle of the couch. She was practically bouncing up and down, waiting impatiently for everyone to join her. The Dean Cave had brightened considerably since she had added a few redecorations. While Dean initially denied her, she had forced him to allow her to put up LED lights, several polaroids from her camera(they were mostly of herself smiling widely at the camera while Sam and Dean looked mildly annoyed with fake smiles. There was also a real funny one where Sam was unconscious on a hunt and Y/N decided to pose beside him), as well as posters from their favorite bands. Not to mention the added dock to the TV stand to hold her Nintendo Switch that Sam had bought her for her previous birthday. 

She supposed he regretted it now, since she was forcing him to play a game he'd never even heard of.

He entered the room first, holding a big bowl of popcorn and a soda. Dean followed close behind, Little Debbie packages hanging from his mouth since his arms were occupied with pillows from their bedrooms and a pack of beers for himself. Jack was the only one to come empty handed. He happily took the spot beside Y/N, waving merrily as Castiel also appeared with two sodas(both of them for Beth because he was just so considerate), taking the spot on her other side.

"I'll give this an hour before we switch to movie night, Y/N," Dean warned as he occupied his armchair, which was to the left of the couch. She had discovered this old thing at a garage sale. It had been a rather stressful day because Dean had refused to strap it to Baby and they had to hound what little friends they had for a truck. Since most of their friends were dead, Y/N had hot wired one outside of a bar and returned it before the drunk redneck inside could notice it had even left. She was sure the dent in the bed was there before they put the couch on it. Sam had not been happy about that.

Sam took his own armchair, which was to the right of the couch. 

"What is it, again?" he asked curiously. 

"Is the only thing in the media you've ever heard Facebook? You've seriously never heard of Mario Kart?" Y/N asked, happily accepting one of the sodas from Castiel. "Dad really did a number on us. I was introduced to this through Charlie." She got up to grab the number of controllers necessary for four. Jack was eager to try the game, but he was always open to trying new things, something Y/N could appreciate.

After connecting them to the Switch, she handed them out to her brothers along with Jack before returning to her spot on the couch between the angel and nephilim. 

"If I remember correctly from what you've told me, it's a racing game, right?" Castiel asked.

"Exactly, except with a few quirks to make it interesting. Like, um...I could throw a shell and hit one of them and vice versa. Or a banana peel. I'll give them a trial run before we actually get into it. Are you sure you don't want to try it, Cas?"

Castiel shook his head. "I have seen how you play with Charlie, and I don't want to be on the receiving end of your anger. And I rather like watching you in your element."

Y/N smiled, blushing, before playfully pushing him. 

"I need to get drunk to stomach this," Dean said, offended as he popped one of the beers open and took a gulp. "Keep the PDA to a minimum guys, you've got a kid next to you. Alright, what buttons do I push to hit Sam?"

"What the hell?" Sam scoffed. 

"What?"

"We haven't even started and you're gunnin' for me?"

"Uh, yeah!" 

"Alright, alright! First we gotta pick our player," Y/N mediated, pressing the buttons to get them to the screen full of Mario players. "I already got mine." She moved her icon until it landed on Wendy, before selecting her. "Obviously the best character, hands down."

The three boys maneuvered their icons over different characters, for some reason taking it a little too seriously on who they would choose. Sam selected his first. 

"Luigi?" Dean scoffed.

"You got a problem?" Sam asked. 

"No, but...why Luigi?"

"Who cares, I just chose him."

"You have to have a reason, man." Dean shook his head, before selecting his own. 

"Why'd you choose Bowser, then?"

"Because he's a badass. And he'd beat the holy hell out of Luigi if the games lost their PG rating," Dean shrugged.

Jack hummed thoughtfully, still scrolling. "I choose him!" 

He selected Toad. 

"Why him, Jack?" she asked. 

"I like his hat."

Y/N snorted, but it was a valid enough answer. Once everyone was ready, she selected the settings for the game and then decided to use the time to explain to them how the controls worked and anything else they were curious about. After a few trial races, they were ready for the real thing. Castiel was sitting patiently, his hands on his lap. 

"You assholes are going down," Dean declared, bringing his remote closer to him. 

"So much for being appropriate in front of the kid," Y/N sneered, but she was just as ready.

She set the game to go through ten races with a random select for the roads. 

And with that, they were off.

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?" Dean yelled, nearly jumping to his feet. His first empty beer bottle slide across the floor from his rapid movement. "I DIDN'T EVEN TOUCH IT! I DIDN'T GO NEAR THE GODDAMN PEEL!"

"That might've been mine," Sam stated, smugly. "But Bowser also takes up half the road, so avoiding it was probably impossible anyway."

Dean squinted. "You callin' me fat, Sammy?"

Sam shrugged. "Luigi's doing just fine."

Y/N hid her smile as she hit her own item, snatching that smile right from Sam's face.

"Why did you do that?" he asked, incredulous, the red shell sending Luigi off the edge of the map. 

"You got in my way!" Y/N sang. 

It only seemed to get worse from there. What was supposed to be an hour of playing turned into four with the bowl of popcorn thrown across the room at Dean when he had decided to hit Sam three times with three separate shells before snagging first place and doing a lewd dance as a way to declare his victory. Y/N's hair had bristled up, becoming bushier almost as though it were alive. Her right eye was twitching, and her hands were cramping by now. 

Jack, however, was having a good time. He has gotten last place the entire time, but he was still having fun, and that's what truly mattered.

Castiel, on the other hand, seemed to be on the verge of a panic attack, not knowing whose side he should take because all three Winchester siblings were completely out of their minds, including Y/N.

Finally, it was the last race. Everyone's nerves were shot. Sam's hair seemed even more raggedy than Y/N's, and his shirt was stained with soda because Dean decided to take vengeance by chucking his pillow at him when Sam was taking a big gulp. They had to pause the game for several minutes while Sam fought for his life coughing and wheezing because the soda went down the wrong pipe.

"I'm afraid I must at least attempt to deter you guys from participating in another race. There aren't any weapons in the Dean Cave, but I'm sure you three will find a way to kill each other," Castiel said, worried. "Jack, are you okay?"

Jack nodded enthusiastically. "I'm having fun!"

"I will let it be known if I lose, someone is dying tonight. I will call Billie to fix it, but someone has to die tonight if I lose," Y/N threatened. 

"Good luck with that, I'm kicking all of your asses, and you can kiss mine when it crosses the finish line," Dean said.

"I don't even care if I win, as long as you guys lose. And I'll make sure it happens." Sam jeered. 

With that, the race began. Aside from Jack and Castiel, everyone was bloodthirsty. Surely no matter who won, someone was gonna be pissed off. Castiel was making a mental note to grab Jack as soon as possible and escort him out of the room while the siblings brawled. 

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Y/N shouted, jumping to her feet. "WHO DID IT! WHO DID IT?"

"I did!" Sam happily announced, moving to and fro with the turn of his controller, as though he were in the game himself. 

"I'm gonna get you, Sam," Y/N snarled, pressing hard on the buttons, trying her best to catch up to her brother, collecting any items she came across, but none of them were good enough, so she kept using them without thinking until she heard Dean curse and also jump to his feet. 

"THAT WAS ME, JACKASS!" he yelled, completely distraught. "I didn't even do anything this time!"

"You probably deserved it anyway!" Sam shrugged, continuing to maneuver through the AIs to get to the front. 

By that time, Dean and Y/N had caught up, and with all they had, they used their items to completely screw each other over up until every kart had passed them. In the end, they were the bottom three with Sam first, Y/N second, and Dean in dead last. And for a moment there after, nobody said anything. They were completely beside themselves in utter shock at what just occurred. 

"What just happened?" Y/N asked, deflating considerably. 

"We lost..." Sam mumbled. 

"Screw you guys, I lost overall!" Dean scoffed.

"I won!" Jack suddenly cheered, leaping to his feet and jumping up and down. "I won!"

"You what?" Y/N asked, shocked as her eyes trailed to the top. Sure enough, Toad was in first place. "You're kidding!"

"I can't believe I won!" Jack said, smiling as he high-fived a proud Castiel.

"I want a rematch," Dean commanded, sitting back down and retrieving his controller. 

"Yeah, me, too!" Sam agreed. 

"I'm down!" Y/N eagerly agreed, about to grab hers when Castiel snatched it. He went around the room, taking up all the controllers.

"Given that it's five in the morning, and just a couple moments ago you three were ready to quite literally rip each other's throats out, I'm going to recommend everyone get up and get to bed instead," he instructed curtly. "I think we should postpone a future night of games indefinitely, at least for a little while until you three can learn to control yourselves."

"What-but-you can't-" Y/N sputtered.

"Quite literally, I can shut off whatever is necessary so you can never play the game again with just a snap of my fingers," Castiel warned. "Shower and get some sleep. Jody already told us she needed to discuss something at noon tomorrow, and it would be rude if we were tardy. C'mon, let's go!"

With a grumble, everyone got up and cleaned their mess, ignoring each other vehemently as they walked out. Except for Jack; he was practically skipping. 

There was another good thing about tonight that he knew about. He was the one that triggered the lightning item that really stumped the three siblings and put them at the bottom three.

[arahul-abyssia]

Looks like it's September again (already, somehow), so that means that it's Nintember again, which means I'll be writing again! Same dealio as last time, one story per five prompts, up to six writings total. (And I'll be putting most of each under a cut, because mobile users can't skip posts)

And for my first entry for @starprincesshlc and @jklantern 's wonderful little event, I shall once again be attempting to twist some modicum of continuity, characterization, and canon-compliance out of a world that clearly cares scarcely for all three.

The Great Act

~~ Art, Green, Dizzy, Fire, Strength ~~

It was the loud buzzing of his phone’s alarm clock that dragged him from his slumber. He awoke to find himself sprawled across the couch, which was in no way long enough for his lanky body and spindly legs. As he blearily reached out and slapped at the coffee table, hoping to find the rude device by pure luck, he also blearily reached out and slapped at his memories, trying to figure out what series of events had led him there. For a moment, they floated just out of reach, and then suddenly flooded back to him all at once.

Oh. Right. It’s all over.

Another sporting event had come and gone, and as usual, in spite of all the effort he put into training and practice, he had ultimately lost to the same people he always did. No matter the sport, no matter the plan, no matter the time, they always won. And why shouldn’t they? The heroes always win in the end, always securing victory against the villains.

And he was one of them: the purple-clad counterpart, mirror, and supposed rival to one of the land’s most revered figures. Meant to oppose, and meant to lose.

He was Waluigi.

The name still sounded absurd to him. He had no idea how two men whose names were ‘Mario’ and ‘Wario’ and who naturally served as near-perfect foils of each other, had managed to meet and form such a publicizable rivalry without any deliberate effort, but such was the case. However, the notion that the brother of one had his own doppelganger in the brother of the other (or cousin, they never did manage to keep that story straight), with the same dichotomies of name, body, and personality? That was simply and utterly ridiculous, far beyond even the realm of ‘too good to be true’. And yet, if anyone had caught on, they hadn’t made it known to him.

Lost in thought and routine, he realized he had reached and opened his wardrobe, where numerous sets of that purple hat, shirt, and overalls were staring him in the face. In a sickening sense, they were the centerpiece of a great work of art, the fabrication that was his entire public existence, the character that he and Wario had constructed so that he might further be the ‘evil counterpart’ to everyone’s favorite red-clothed fire-throwing hero. Mario was stout and a bit fat, Wario was stouter and fatter; Luigi was tall and a bit thin, so Waluigi was taller and thinner. Mario had an M as his emblem, Wario had an inverted M; Luigi had an L, so Waluigi had an inverted L. To any casual outside observer, it was perfect.

But unlike Mario and Wario, whose rivalry had been formed in their youth, Waluigi had never even met Luigi until Wario had made him his sporting partner. The most he had known of the legendary Mario Brothers was just that: they were legends, for the countless adventures and quests they went on. In truth, despite how much he played it up during each and every game, he bore no true grudge against the man he was supposed to hate; Wario had, for a time, convinced him that Luigi’s presence in the public eye was somehow detracting from his own, but he had long since realized that that wasn’t the case; in fact, it often seemed like Luigi himself was being snubbed by the public, with the vast majority of the glory placed upon Mario, no matter how much Luigi contributed.

And yet, despite his existence being little more than a convenient story, despite the stress that constantly acting like a jerk brought, and despite always losing at the games no matter what, none of it brought him any sadness: for all its ups and downs, he felt himself to be rather good at keeping up the act, and the sports were, at the end of the day, still fun.

So why do I still feel so… bad?

Routine and thought had once more brought Waluigi elsewhere, and he found himself once more on his couch, now dressed in his usual outfit, with some sort of drink in his hands, probably coffee or tea; he didn’t care to determine which at that moment. His eyes casually wandered around the room as he brought the mug to his lips.

Then, just as the liquid touched his tongue--apparently he had managed to make tea out of coffee beans--the answer came to him. All across the room’s walls and shelves was sporting equipment of every sort--tennis racquets, shin-guards, helmets, golf clubs, old kart wheels, giant dice blocks, a probably excessive number of deflated balls--and absolutely no other sort of decoration. He leaned forward to place the mug on the table, and in doing so noticed his gloved hands and violet sleeves. Who wore the outfit of a character that they supposedly were not, every single day? Apparently, him.

He didn’t do anything else. He had let the character that was Waluigi consume his life to the point that had no idea who he was outside of it. He had nothing that he did when sports weren’t involved. Wario didn’t dedicate all his time to his rivalry; he owned an entire video game company--an unstable and poorly-run one, certainly, but it was nevertheless another use of his time. Mario and Luigi had their own grand adventures, of course, which is also what Peach, the Yoshis, Bowser, and his horde of minions were all typically involved in.

They all had lives outside of the games, and what did he do during the interim times? He either tried to practice, on his own, in the few suitable locations that he could find when the world was arranged for adventure, in a vain attempt to not lose as bad when the next game came around, or he wallowed in his home, doing absolutely nothing of any import.

But what could he do? Waluigi was never anything beyond a fabricated counterpart to both Wario and Luigi, but he could not remember, even slightly, what or who he was before he embraced that role. That nearly all of his memories prior to his first meeting with his partner were lost to him, was, he shuddered to admit, rather unsettling. Not even his old name--if he even had had one, he could not recall anymore--would reveal itself to him, and it was not as though he could simply find out through some external means: he was never the best at record-keeping, and to really sell their act, he had had his name legally changed to “Waluigi” and all references to his previous identity erased.

He shook his head, attempting to clear his mind of thoughts. There was little sense in worrying and fretting over who he was in that moment--the chance of any sort of useful epiphany emerging from it was even slimmer than he was.

Ugh… better just try to distract myself…

The first suitable option to catch his eye was the TV remote lying on the table. He quickly grabbed it and flicked on the set, and was immediately assaulted by the cheery enunciation of the Lakitu news anchors on the aptly-named Lakitu News Channel. He recalled that that was the channel he had left the set on last night, after he had gotten quite fed up with the incessant and inane blathering about the events of that day’s final matches, and it took only about five seconds to figure out that they were still on that topic. Scowling, he began flipping through the various channels available, hoping to find something interesting enough to block out the melancholic thoughts that were biting at his mind, like a hundred tiny Muncher and Nipper Plants.

After a painfully long series of more newsrooms--all talking about the exact same thing, of course--and unappealing shows--Half of these are for children and other half would just make me feel even worse!--he stumbled across some sort of advice segment hosted by a Birdo (was it the Birdo? He couldn’t tell). With absolutely no better options, he resigned himself to sit back and listen halfheartedly to whatever trite tips she tried to provide; maybe they’d be amusing enough to at least give him a small chuckle.

“I hope you all enjoyed our lovely guest! Now, before we move on to the submissions from all you wonderful viewers, I’d like to reiterate some old, but tried and true, advice, which I hold very close to my heart.”

Oh, here we go…

“Something which you probably hear very often is to always be yourself, or to always be true to yourself…”

Feh, I can think of several people who definitely shouldn’t do that…

“But it may be that you don’t like who ‘yourself’ is, or perhaps you don’t know what self you even have to be true to…”

Hah! As if… uh…

“And to that end, I’d like to say that there is always room for change. There’s always a way to make something new of yourself, to alter the parts of you that you want to, to become a different, better person. ‘Yourself’ can be whoever you want it to be; never are you locked along one unending bleak path. Try new things! Experiment! Don’t let yourself be trapped in an endless cycle.

“Believe me when I say I have personal experience with this: I’ve done so many different things over a rather short period of time, trying to find what I wanted to do with myself, who I wanted to be. Even now, I’m still not entirely sure if this is my supposed ‘calling’…! But I never got anywhere by doing nothing: it was on me to break out of my shell and search for myself, and now it’s on you to do the same.

“You don’t have to begin drastically, with a flying leap of faith--I think we’ve all walked over enough cliffs by now to know that!--but, if this is the sort of mindset you find yourself in, why not try taking some small steps today? It could be as simple as wearing a new outfit, or talking to someone new, or partaking in a new pastime.”

Birdo continued to elaborate on her point, but Waluigi--or, whoever he was beneath that--had stopped listening. He wanted to make some snark about what she said; he wanted to rationalize how what she described couldn’t ever apply to him; but, he found that he couldn’t. He had attempted to follow similar advice long in the past, and failed, but something about the way she phrased it, managed to affect him more deeply than he had thought possible. It was as though her words had dug beneath his shields and layers and pierced something somewhere in his core; pulled a lever, turned a handle, flipped a switch.

A strange sensation washed over him, one he could only describe as a blazing fire--nay, an inferno--igniting within him. He had felt the touch of flame countless times over the years, but not even the innumerable rage-fueled volleys he had endured, all combined into a single force, could compare to what now burned in his soul.

He leapt up from the sofa and ran to his bathroom. Staring at him from within the mirror was a character, a costume, a facade. It was not who he was. He grabbed a towel, dampened it, and proceeded to scrub away the pink paint on his nose; Wario and Waluigi’s noses were defined by that bright rosy color, but his was not. He then tore open a cabinet and grabbed his bottle of mustache product; normally, it was used to create the signature angular mustache of Waluigi, but today, it would shape the hairs into something softer and curlier. Whether that was what he would ultimately like did not matter: he was experimenting! He was changing himself!

Though the man that stared back at him from the glass now bore a much different visage, it was still framed by the purple cap and shirt, yellow emblem, and dark indigo overalls. He tore them off, then opened his wardrobe once more and threw all the copies of that same outfit to the ground. Hidden behind them were old clothes that he hadn’t worn for many, many years. He grabbed the first garments he saw--a casual dress shirt and gaudy neon-yellow shorts. Did those go well together? It didn’t matter. Without hesitating, he put them on.

He quickly glanced in the mirror again: the ensemble was nearly complete, but just missing one last touch. He thought on it for a moment, then stricken with brilliance, hurried to his modest backyard, where the roses he performed with in the games grew. He plucked one from its bush and affixed it to his hair, then ran back to the mirror to observe himself one more time.

His mismatched get-up would likely garner many stares from others, though he wouldn’t mind them at all; if he had anything in common with Waluigi, it was that they both loved being the center of attention. Even still, that’s not what mattered. A whole new day lay before him, a whole new day to be someone new, someone different; to move on from the cycle he had been stuck in, to take a whole new step forward.

He returned to the sitting room and turned off the television, then went to the front door. Taking a deep breath, he turned the handle, threw it open, and marched into the daylight, the daylight which felt far fresher and warmer than it had in a long time, though even it held no candle to the flame that continued to blaze within him.

Ready or not, world; here I come!!

[classicdaisycalico]

Number 11 from the fictional kiss prompts strikes me as so Luaisy ;)

Fictional Kiss Prompts

11. When one stops the kiss to whisper “I’m sorry, are you sure you-” and they answer by kissing them more

You are absolutely, totally, 110% correct, by the way. Also, it took me a while to finish this, since I had a lot of work-related stuff to do today, but I really hope you like this!

“Fever”

It was just Luigi’s luck that he had to be sick today. Of all days.

Today, a certain someone was flying into the Mushroom Kingdom for a visit, and to say that this someone was a sight for sore eyes, for him, would have been the understatement of the century.

After dutifully crossing out every passing day on the calendar on the pantry door, months turned into weeks, weeks into days, and soon, into hours. In that final night before, he had trouble sleeping just thinking about it. His stomach was in knots. His head was spinning. How in the world would he function at all? With this much pent-up energy in his system and no way to get it out until the sun rose, Luigi felt like he was going to be sick.

And, of course, this adrenaline rush he was feeling decided to take that statement literally, and at around 9:00 AM, he found himself throwing up in the bathroom toilet. Maybe he had too much cacio e pepe during last night’s dinner?

Or, as his brother would later find out, he had contracted a fever. Poor Luigi had overworked himself these past few days with their plumbing business that he somehow got sick in the process. Focusing on work instead of getting distracted by his emotions should have been a GOOD thing.

“Sorry, bro,” Mario said as he adjusted the cold compress on his brother’s forehead. “You’ll have to sit this one out today.”

Luigi sniffed. “But did it have to be today?”

“I know.” The man in red looked away, a twinge of guilt in his eyes. “But don’t worry!” he piped up, trying to cheer his brother up. “I’ll tell the princess you said hello!”

His twin smiled bleakly. “Yes, please.”

“Okie dokie!”

He left the bottom bunk where Luigi was resting, but before he exited the room, he turned back to his brother. “There’s still some leftover fire flower soup...you know, quando hai fame.”

“That might work. Grazie.”

“Prego.” He shrugged apologetically, and out the door he went.

***

Luigi had forgotten how well that fire flower soup did its job when he and Mario were sick as children. Every time they came down with a cold, a fever, or a stomach virus, mamma e babbo made that soup. As its name implied, it was incredibly spicy, and usually, their ailments would be better within a day. 

Today was no exception. After a rather late mid-afternoon lunch, Luigi was already sweating bullets within an hour, and before long, he had fallen asleep.

***

He hadn’t realized how long he’d slept until he woke up, and the alarm clock on the side table read 6:00 AM.

His eyes widened. Had it really been that long?!

He rubbed his eyes and let out a yawn. Not long after, his face contorted into one of disgust. After a long night of sweating out a fever in his sleep, he needed a shower to get that gross stench off of him, and to top it all off, his breath smelled equally as disgusting.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Luigi grabbed a clean set of clothes and bolted toward the bathroom. It didn’t matter to him how early in the morning it was; he would only be completely rid of this fever when he didn’t smell like Wario after a soccer match.

***

It was easily the quickest shower and subsequent tooth-brushing he had ever put himself through, but at last, Luigi was on his way out of the house. He had no particular destination in mind; as long as he was enjoying the fresh air that he had missed out on yesterday, he would be fine

Before long, after 45 minutes of aimless meandering, he found himself at a cliffside at the edge of the woods. By the looks of the sky, the sun was almost about to rise. He could watch it himself, of course, but it would have been better if she were sitting beside him, her head against his shoulder as their fingers laced through each other’s. He sighed forlornly. “She’d love this...”

“Love what?”

Immediately, he flinched in fright. Someone was here? Someone had HEARD him?! “Who’s there?” he asked, whipping his head around.

He watched as a small hand brushed away some tree branches, and Luigi could only gape in surprise. The person emerging from the edge of the woods was none other than the “she” in question. “Daisy?”

The princess leaned against one of the tree trunks, rubbing one of her eyes with her free hand. “The one and only,” she answered. “What are you doing up so early?”

His head tilted to the side in confusion. “I should ask the same of you, mia cara.”

“My flight got delayed...it finally came in this morning,” she answered as she let out a yawn. “I’m sorry, Luigi,” she said as her knees buckled. “I’m not normally this tired in the morning...but this jet lag...it’s intense.”

“Here, let me help you.”

He helped her sit down between two large tree roots, with him settling beside her. “Thank you,” she answered, her head leaning against his shoulder.

He smiled at the sweet gesture, trying to ignore his reddening face. “No problem.”

“But you haven’t answered my question.”

His head turned to face her. “Hm?”

“Could you not sleep, either? Is that why you’re here?”

He looked away, slightly embarrassed. “Something like that. I had a bad fever yesterday.”

Hearing this, Daisy pulled away from him almost instantly, which wasn’t very much, considering the relatively short distance of the tree roots. “Whoa, whoa. I did NOT just fly all the way here from Sarasaland only to be bogged down by a fever I got from--”

“I’m not contagious...I think. I’m actually feeling much better today!”

“Well, how do I know you’re not contagious right now?”

He stared at her, skepticism written all over her face, right down to the raised eyebrow and pursed lips, when an idea crossed his mind.

Was it impulsive? Definitely. But was it harmful? Probably not.

Normally, he would never do such things, but considering how long he had been counting down the days for Daisy to return to the Mushroom Kingdom again, he didn’t want to waste a single second.

Smiling warmly, Luigi simply replied. “Dimmi, principessa...would a contagious person do this?”

In a single, swift motion, he reached over and kissed her, eliminating whatever small distance between them remained.

Was she surprised? Almost certainly, judging by the sharp gasp she drew in as his lips touched hers.

Maybe a little...too surprised?

He pulled away, feeling the guilt set in. This was why he never did things like this. “I shouldn’t have done that” he said, pulling his hat over his eyes. “I’m sorry.”

For a moment, the princess didn’t reply. Instead, she simply sat there, next to him, trying to register what just happened. When she finally looked back up at him, there was a slight tinge of pink across her cheeks. “It’s okay,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper as a small smile began to form. “I’m okay.”

“Are you sure you--”

His words got cut off as Daisy reached over to kiss him back. She certainly made no secret about how she appreciated Luigi’s surprisingly bold move a few seconds before, either, pulling him closer by the straps of his overalls. In response, he let one of his arms snake around her waist and held her closer, as well, while his other free hand nestled itself in her warm, brown hair.

Even when they finally broke apart for air, neither one could help smiling from ear to ear as they continued looking into each other’s eyes. “You really missed me, didn’t you?” he quipped, a playful smirk on his face.

“Oh, that?” She shrugged innocently. “I just needed to be sure there wasn’t any fever left.”

He feigned offense, clutching a hand to his chest. “And what about the first time? Was that not enough?”

“The first time, I didn’t have enough evidence.”

“Davvero?”

“Yes, really. So the next time you try anything like that again...” she answered, with a small wink in his direction, “...I wouldn’t mind you being more direct.”

Seeing Luigi’s face immediately turn bright red, the princess giggled. “You’re cute when you blush,” she said, leaning her head against his shoulder again. “And you’re right about the sunrise, by the way...it’s beautiful.”

He looked over at the rolling hills before them. Beyond the rolling hills, the sun peeked out above the horizon, into a purple sky, blending upwards into pink, then into orange. There was no denying the perfectly picturesque view that welcomed the day.

Still, he could watch the sun rise on any given fair-weather morning. There were always rarer, more beautiful views than this.

Like the one sitting next to him, for example.

Letting his fingers intertwine with hers, he leaned his head against her own and smiled. “Sì...è bella.”

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omg could you do the “you were going to play-hit me but im faster” hand holding kiss thing for uhhhh,,,muke??

heck yeah some muke!!! full prompt was “you were going to play-hit me but I’m actually much faster in the reflexes than you and also my catching your hand and kissing it is part of our game”

"Fucking shit," Luke yells, dropping his controller in his lap and scrubbing his hands over his face.  Michael watches him with amusement while Luigi celebrates onscreen.

"You're not better than me," Luke grumbles.

"Sure," Michael says, picking up his own controller.  "I've just won all of the races we've done so far."

"It's still early.  I have twenty more races to beat you."

He has a few more than that since they just started and are doing a 32 race cycle, but Michael needs to focus on the races instead of math right now.  In reality, Luke is really good at Mario Kart and typically gives him a significant run for his money, but so far today Yoshi hasn't landed higher than second place.  Luke has been more easily distracted than usual lately, stress pulling at him and various responsibilities weighing on his mind, but he's supposed to be forgetting that now.  Video games with Michael are typically a good way to get him out of his head and relaxed.

Well, as relaxed as he can be when he's full of trash talk and a competitive spirit.

"Let's raise the stakes," Michael says.  "Whoever loses the set has to do whatever favor the other one asks."

Luke eyes him suspiciously.

"You're just saying that because you're in the lead right now."

"If you're sure you can beat me, that shouldn't be a problem."  He raises his eyebrows, hoping Luke takes the bait of a challenge.  If he wins Michael has no clue what he'll have to do, but if Michael wins he's just going to make Luke clean up after himself in the bathroom when he showers tomorrow.  It'd be a benefit for everyone.

"Come on, are you scared?"

"Fuck you, I'm not scared," Luke says.  "I can beat you.  It's a deal."

They shake on it.  Michael tries to hide his satisfied smile when he presses start on the next race.

Like he thought, the extra challenge finally gets Luke to forget about everything except the game for a while.  He can't even be miffed when Luke wins the next race, especially when he throws his hands up and cheers loudly, joyful laugh that Michael loves to hear reverberating against the walls.

"You got lucky," Michael says.  Luke elbows him, then tries to swat at him, but Michael expected that and is fast enough to dodge, grabbing Luke's hand and pressing a kiss to the back of it in retaliation.

"What the fuck?" Luke asks, but Michael is already pressing go on the next race, cheeks burning.

Michael wins the next race.  Luke accuses him of cheating by starting before he was ready, but Michael just gives him a cheeky smile.  He swats at him again, Michael catches the hand and kisses it, and they start the next race.

Luke doesn't try to play-hit him after the next round, so Michael grabs his wrist and raises the back of his hand to his mouth.

"Okay, what's up with the hand kisses?" Luke asks while they’re playing the next race.  It's Wario's Goldmine, one that Michael tends to mess up on more than others if he's not in the zone, which is unfortunate given he needs to keep his lead over Luke and is also being interrogated.

"Do you not like them?" he asks, dropping some bananas behind him.

"I didn't say that," Luke grumbles.  "But if it's supposed to be a distraction tactic, it's not working."

Michael hums.  Luke gets hit by a blue shell and starts swearing, allowing Michael to take the lead and hold it until the end of the race.

"Cheer up, Lukey," he says.  "I'll go easy on you for the favor."

"I can still beat you," Luke says.  Michael laughs and presses start, and during the countdown soft lips touch his cheek, there and gone in a second.  His finger slips and he stalls at the start, Luke's laughter mocking him the further ahead Yoshi gets on screen.

"Shut up, you cheated!" he grouses.  "My hand kisses weren't malicious, but that was clearly sabotage!"

"I'll go easy on you for the favor," Luke mocks.  Michael grits his teeth and tries to make up for lost time, but Luke still manages to get out ahead this round.

Luke kisses his hand with a flourish after.  Michael rolls his eyes and gets him back with a cheek kiss in the middle of the next round, distracting him enough that he almost goes off the track and Michael gets a substantial lead.  They continue like that for the rest of the races, Michael's heart racing faster than Luigi's bike with every press of lips against skin.

Luke eventually figures out that if he kisses Michael's neck it will make him squirm and lose control of the vehicle.  Michael resigns himself to losing once that comes to light, trying valiantly to continue racing but finding it extremely difficult with Luke making his brain short-circuit so often.

"You fucker," he says sourly during the awards ceremony, watching Yoshi celebrating on the first-place pedestal.

"I think I get a favor now," Luke says, putting down his controller and stretching his arms above his head.  Michael catches his hand on the way down and presses his lips against it, one last time before they get up and it gets weird.

"Okay," Michael sighs.  "What do you want me to do?"

Luke cocks his head and narrows his eyes slightly.  Fuck, Michael is going to have to do something either extremely embarrassing or very unpleasant.

"Kiss me."

Michael stares at him.

"What?"

"Kiss me," Luke repeats simply.  "A real one on the lips.  That's the favor I want."  He holds Michael's gaze, and he must see something he likes because his smile grows the longer they keep eye contact.

"Seriously?" Michael asks.  "That's it?"

"Yep," Luke says.

"Huh.  Okay."

Michael shifts to face him better, cups Luke's face in his hands, then leans forward to kiss him.  Luke meets him halfway, eager and willing, opening easily against him.  It's exhilarating, like driving over the speed limit on a stretch of highway or shouting a song at the top of his lungs or any moment when Luke laughs at one of his jokes and looks at him, blue eyes shining.

When they pull away, Luke smiles again, sending that same familiar thrill through Michael.

"Can I ask another favor?"

"Sure," Michael says.

"Will you be my boyfriend?"

"Yeah," Michael breathes, barely getting the word out before Luke is kissing him again.  Michael is content to do a thousand favors like this for Luke.

"I think kisses should always be part of Mario Kart," Luke says when they part for air.  Michael hums in agreement and kisses him again.

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Mini Fanfic #692: Teenagers React to Everyone Losing in Mario Golf World Tour (SSBU)

Mario

Mario gets hit by a Green She'll and turns into his little self on Screen.

Futuba: Wait. (Eyes Widened in Complete Disbelief at the Screen) THAT CAN ACTUALLY HAPPEN TO HIM!?

Ren: We've seen this man get stabbed, detonated, and knocked out many times than any of us can count. And none them ever resulted him into being little.

Lavenza: Perhaps it's the Green Shell's doing......(Place her Hand on her Chin and Starts Thinking) Hmmmmm.........

Futuba: (Turns to Lavenza) Anything on your mind, Lavvy-chan?

Lavenza: This might be hunch, but....How about we try devising a plan? Where we can try hitting Mario with a Green Shell ourselves.

Futuba: That way, we can see if he can turn into a small plumber or not. (Smiles Brightly and Excitedly) That's GENIUS!

Ren: (Has a bit of a Curious Smirk on his Face) Wouldn't mind being a part of that plan myself. I think my throwing skills has gotten better overtime.

Futuba: Mines too!

Makoto: (Immediately Gives the Trio Her Signature Cold Niijima Glare) We are NOT throwing a Green Shell at Mario.

Ren: There it is.

Futuba: (Starts Giving Makoto a Disappointed Pouty Face) Makotooo.....

Lavenza: (Genuinely Shocked and Disappointed) But why ever not, Ms. Queen?

Makoto: Because it's very rude and completely uncalled for. I mean seriously, what would Peach say if she saw you three going through with plan? She would be very disappointed. As I am with you three for even thinking about doing this.

Futuba: Come on, sis! Can't we just-

Makoto: (Stares Piercing her Glare) The answer's no and that's final.

Ren/Lavenza/Futuba: (Straighten Themselves Up in a Bit of Fear) Yes, ma'am!

Lavenza: (Genuinely Surprised) Goodness! I have no idea the Queen could be so terrifying....

Futuba: (Starts Shrugging) That's Makoto for ya. Her glares and motherly attitude are completely outmatched in our ragtag group. You know, besides Haru.

Haru: (Happily and Gently Scratches Under Morgana's Chin While He's Sitting and Purring onto her Lap, Causing her to Giggle Softly Altogether)

Lavenza: I see.... So I suppose nothing could ever try and faze her in some occasions, yes?

Futuba: For the most part.

Ren: (Smirks Like a Love Struck Dork) That's one of the million reasons why I love that beautiful woman after all~

Makoto: (Pouts at Ren) Stop trying to flattering me, Ren-Ren!~ The answer's still no!

Ren: (Chuckles Lightly) We know that already, 'hon~ I just wanted to tell you how much I love you is all~ (Kiss Makoto on the Cheek)

Makoto: (Lays her Head on Ren's Shoulder Once She Begins to Blush) Dummyhead~ (Hugs Ren Afterwards) Love you too~

Futuba: (Puts on a Deadpinned Look on Her Planned) Unless your name is Ren-Ren and try making her blush like a strawberry.....

Lavenza: Fascinating.....

Coco: (Writing Down Somthing on her Notepad)

Tails: Writing down possible theories and methods of any of this makes sense?

Coco: Yup!~

Luigi

Luigi sadly slouches down onto the floor and gets licked by a Boo on screen.

Yoshi: I dunno which is sadder.... Seeing my Luigi being sad or seeing him getting licked by a random Boo.

Pit: (Starts Shrugging Slowly) At least he didn't call himself a loser that time.

Yoshi: Yeah.

Peach

Peach dramatically faints, with heartstrings playing in the background, on screen.

Sonic: ('Sigh') There goes mom being dramatic again.....

Amy: (Happily Resting her Head into Sonic's Shoulder) I feel like you've gotten that from her as of late.

Sonic: ('Heh') Yeah right. Like I can be a drama as well-

Amy: Ice cream on Chili Dogs.

Sonic: (Eyes Widened and Gasps Loudly From his Girlfriend's Sudden Words and Dramatically Points at her) How DARE YOU say those words in front of me!? Your own BOYFRIEND!

Amy: (Giggles Softly at How Adorable her Sonic is Being Right Now) I rest my case~

Yoshi

Yoshi went into his egg in a very sad manner and starts rolling around the area before falling down on screen.

Ann: (Place her Hands onto her Mouth) Oh my gosh! This is so hard to watch!

Shiho: (Hugs Ann's Arm) This is so sad....

Haru: And so adorable at the same time!~

Morgana: (Sighs While Rolling his Eyes)

Futuba: (Raise her Hand) All in a agreement to hug Yoshi later on, say aye!

Ann/Shiho/Haru: (Raises Their Hands as Well) AYE!~

Lavenza: (Raises her Hand as Well) I would also like to join in this event as well!

Dark Pit: (Smirks Smugly at an Already Annoyed Yoshi) Guess who's back on his cuteness bullshit?

Ryuji: (Chuckles Lightly) Yeah.

Yoshi: For the love of...(Gets Up From his Seat) Why does everyone in this room thinks I'm cute?

Ann: Because you are-

Yoshi: Okay. I get. I flutter jump, I turn into an egg, and I admit, I do have a cute face. But for GOD SAKES, I know Kung Fu! I-I know how to drive a car with little to no problem! (Got Out his Trusty Nunchucks) I even learned how to use Nunchucks and everything!!!

Ryuji: Come on, man. You're overreacting.

Coco: Yeah. There's nothing wrong having a little cuteness in ya. (Happily Gives Yoshi a Thumbs Up) I think it suits you perfectly well.

Yoshi: (Turns to Tails) See, even your girlfriend thinks I'm cute, Tails!

Tails: (Eyes Widened at What Yoshi Just Said) Wait.....

Tails/Coco: WHAAAAAAAAAT!!!!!?

Coco: (Starts Blushing Herself) B-B-But weren't not dating! We're best friends!

Tails: (Starts Blushing as Well) E-Exactly! A-And besides.....(Chuckles a bit Lately) I-I'm pretty sure Coco wouldn't really be interested in dating someone as boring as me-

Coco: ('GASPS') (Pouts at Tails) Miles Tails Prower, how could you!!?

Tails: (Taken Aback by Coco's Sudden Change of Attitude) What? W-What did I say?

Coco: How could you say that about yourself!? You are absolutely NOT boring to me at all!

Tails: Y-You think so-

Coco: (Grabs Tails' Hands and Gently Squeezes Them) I KNOW so, mister! You're the most smartest, brilliant, precious little cinnamon roll I've ever met and anyone who thinks otherwise are dumb and stupid!

Tails: (Almost at a Loss of Words) Coco.....

Coco: I mean it, Tails! I don't EVER wanna see you put yourself down like that ever again, you hear me!?

Tails: I won't do that anymore! I promise!

Coco: (Stares at Tails For a Brief Second Before Sighing) Good. (Gives Tails a Loving Hug) I'm glad we come to an understanding. I love you, bud.

Tails: (Chuckles Lightly While Hugging Coco Back) I love you too, Coco. Thank you.

Almost Everyone: (Stares at the Best Friends Hugging Each Other) (Yeah. They would SO be cute couple together.)

Amy: (So CUUUUUUUUTEEEE!!!~)

Daisy

Daisy tries calming herself down before taking one look at the camera and starts angrily stomping and looking away on screen.

Ryuji: Sheesh. Even when she try to calm down, she still gets angry....

Yoshi: That's my mom for ya. Always a low-key bad sport.

Donkey Kong

Donkey Kong starts slapping the ground angrily before a random barrel came down and hit his head, causing him to fall down unconscious on screen.

Yusuke: That has to be a painful experience to go through.

Futuba: Tell me about it. I highly doubt that any normal human could survive a random barrel falling down on their heads.....or their entire body.

Ryuji: I envy that gorilla sometimes....

Diddy Kong

Diddy Kong lazily eats his banana, throws the peel on the floor beside him, gets up, ,immediately slips on the peel and fell on screen.

Ren: Yeah. No. He had that one coming.

Everyone: (Nodding and Completely Agrees to What Ren was Saying) Yeah./ Very True./ Uh huh.

Wario

Wario gets struck by lightning on screen.

Ryuji: (Eyes Widened in Complete Shock) JESUS! Where the hell did that lightning came from? It's not even raining outside!

Yusuke: Perhaps there's more to this universe than we originally thought....

Waluigi

Waluigi starts acting dramatic to losing before falling down into a black hole, that suddenly appears out of nowhere, on screen.

Futuba: Wha-Wha- WHAT!? How is even possible!? W-W-WHERE DID THAT BLACK HOLE EVEN CAME FROM!?

Morgana: (Shakes his Head Slowly) I don't even know anymore, Futuba....

Futuba: Damnit! (Looks Up Into the Ceiling in Anger) NONE OF THIS MAKES ANY SENSE!!!

Lavenza: There's a lot of things that doesn't make sense, Big Sister Futuba.

Bowser

Bowser angrily punches a camera on screen.

Ryuji: WOAH WOAH WOAH! What the hell was that all about!?

Ren: A evil, giant turtle getting mad over a simple game of golf....Kind of sounds a lot sadder when I say it out loud.

Ryuji: Right!? It's just a frickin' golf game! Why do they have get so hell-bent over it everytime they lose!?

Ren: I don't think anyone really knows at this point, man.

Bowser Jr.

Bowser Jr throwing his usual temper tantrum on screen.

Morgana: (Starts Sighing While Rolling his Eyes) Here comes another Bowser Jr's cuteness hour.....

Futuba: (Teasingly Pokes Morgan's Cheeks) Getting jealous there, Mona?~

Haru: (Immediately Pulls Morgana into a Loving Hug) Oh my sweet, little Mona-Chan!~ Please don't be jealous of Bowser Jr-kun anymore! I promise I love you with all of my heart!~ (Begins Kissing Morgana's Cheek)

Morgana: (Starts Getting Ticklish by Haru's Kisses) Haru! Come on! I believe you already! Really!

Lavenza: (Turns to Futuba) What exactly is happening here right now? Is Mona-Chan really jealous of this Bowser Jr character?

Futuba; (Simply Nodded) Oh big time. He thinks Haru thinks that the little guy is more cuter than he is.

Lavenza: ('Gasps') That is crazy talk....(Turns to Morgana) Mona-Chan!

Morgana: (Turns to Lavenza) Huh? What's wrong, Lavenza?

Lavenza: (Gently Grab Both of Mona's Paws) There us no need for you feel any jealousy towards Bowser Jr. While it is true that his overall appearance is cute to look at, you are and always will a precious feline in my very eyes!

Morgana: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Surprise While Blushing) Y-You.... really mean that, Lavenza?

Lavenza: Why, of course I do. (Joins into Morgana and Haru's Hug) I wouldn't be here, telling you this if I don't.

Haru: Lavvy-chan is absolutely right on this, sweetheart. You're a lot more precious than give yourself credit for. So please don't be jealous anymore, okay?

Morgana: (Sighs While Being Overwhelmed by the Group Hug) I'll try not to....(Smiles a Little) Thanks, you guys.

Futuba: (Smirk Softly at the Trio While Silently Taking a Few Pictures of Them ('Heh Heh') Dorks.

Rosalina

Rosalina faints....and accidentally fell down on the Lumas, who were trying to help her up, on screen.

'Thud'

Most People in the Living Room: Oh!

Yoshi: That has got to leave a mark.

Pit: I know. I kind of feel bad for those poor little Lumas....

Dark Pit: They're floating, magical stars with eyes, Pit-Stain. They'll be fine.

Birdo

Birdo angrily shoots eggs at the camera on screen.

Ann: (Really Glares at the Screen) Really?! What is with these people and breaking camera screens!? Do they honestly even know how much those things cost!!?

Shiho: (Simply Shrugs) I guess they really can't stand the fact they've lost a game golf.

Ann: Right!?

Toad

Two Toads tries to cheer up the main Toad by cheerleading on screen.

Ren: Huh. Cheerleading Toads.... That's a new one.

Makoto: It's cute how they try to do whatever they can to support each other.

Ren: I agree. It's also ironic how this is the most normal reaction of losing out of everyone else we've seen so far.

Makoto: ('Sigh') Yeah.....

Nabbit

Nabbit hides under a bag....only to get eaten by a Piranha Plant on screen.

Dark Pit: Alright. I'm about to lose it in a matter of seconds, if someone in this room don't tell me why in the hell does that dumbass thought that having a Piranha in his bag was even remotely a good idea!

Ren: ('Sigh') Yeah. I think we're done here.

..............................................................

Sonic: Sheesh....That was a lot more insane to watch through than I thought it would be.....

Yusuke: Not the most cringe worthy event I have ever seen so far, but it was still rather.... interesting to watch, to say the least.

Amy: I know..... I had no idea they would took golf so seriously...

Ryuji: You're telling me. I mean, really, I can't believe these guys were making a huge deal about losing one single game of golf! GOLF!! Probably one of the most boring sports in all of the frickin universe!!

Ren: Well, knowing Mario and the gang, I'm pretty sure they found a way to make the sport more fun to them.

Ryuji: That might be the true, but that doesn't make what we just saw, any better, bro!!

Ren: ('Sigh') Yeah. It.... really doesn't.

Futuba: (Found Something Interesting on his Phone) Huh.

Pit: What you found, Futuba?

Futuba: (Shows Everyone Beside her Phone) It says here that Mario and the others are hosting an all new golf tournament next month. It's called the "Mario Golf: Super Rush Tournament"

Yoshi: (Takes a Look at Futuba's Phone) Yep. Seems pretty legit to me.

Everyone: (Nodded in Agreement)

Makoto: They're going to embarrass themselves in that tournament, are they?

Ren: I'd be surprised if they didn't.

Makoto: You're gonna record the whole thing, are you?

Ren: (Chuckles Lightly) Oho yeah.....

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[merakiaes]

Forgive And Forget - Mario Martinez

Pairing: Mario Martinez x reader

Requested: Yes. 

Prompts: None. 

Warnings/notes: You know the drill by now. This isn’t proofread so I apologize in advance for any mistakes. Please let me know what you think!

Wordcount: 2733

Summary: You and Mario have a fight that ends up with you breaking up. He’s determined to fix things before he leaves for college. 

”Come on, (Y/N)! I’m sorry for what I said, okay? Please let me in so we can talk! I love you, mi amor!” There was a pause, but then came his voice again. “We can fix this, right? We’ve been together for six years, it can’t end like this. Please let me in!”

You squeezed your burning eyes shut at the sounds of Mario’s desperate cries, your forehead pressed against your arms where you sat on the stairs right by the front door.

This had been going on pretty much non-stop for two days straight now, ever since you had fought at Spooky’s party and you had run home crying and a broken six-year-long relationship.

Per the instructions of your father and brother, you had turned off your phone in order to be able to ignore his texts and calls, and in the end, he had really gone all out and came over to your house. 

When your family wouldn’t let him in, per the request of you,  he had opted with yelling out for you outside your house like the absolute idiot he was and always had been.

Your family told you to ignore him and focus on moving on, but it was hard. You had been together for six entire years and you were the loves of each other’s lives. At least he was yours. You had been convinced the feeling was reciprocated but now you weren’t so sure anymore.

“Does he ever stop crying?” Your brother’s voice reached your ears as he emerged from the living room, causing you to look up from your arms.

You watched as he walked into the hall with only a pair of baseball shorts hanging from his hips, his hands ruffling his wet hair with a towel. The entire room started smelling of AXE once he got closer, the smell of the soap he had used in the shower he had seemingly just gotten out of.

You could only hum in response, too depressed to even open your lips. Sniffling, you lowered your cheek back down onto your arm, staring into the wall of the staircase as Mario’s cries kept coming from outside.

“Jesus, your boy’s got problems, sis.” Your brother scoffed. “Don’t worry, I’ll send him off. Again.”

Without another word, he tossed his towel to a chair standing off to the side and walked over to the front door with two long strides, unlocking it and throwing it open to walk outside and disappear from your line of sight.  

“Yo, asshole!” You could hear your brother call. “You got to stop this. She doesn’t want to talk to you so leave her alone.”

“I can’t just leave her alone. I leave for college tomorrow and- and-“ Mario was talking in a normal speaking tone now, having stopped yelling when your brother had come outside.

You couldn’t see his face, but you could just imagine the sadness between his beautiful brown eyes, and that picture only made your heart break even more, the painful feeling only intensifying as you processed his words. He would, in fact, be leaving the next day.

“And, and.” Your brother mimicked him in a rude tone, not taking his shit even for a second. “You’re a mess, bro. Go home.”

“Please, I have to apologize.” Mario pleaded, and you could imagine your brother nodding his head to that as he answered.

“Yeah, you do.”

“So you’ll let me in?” Mario’s voice was hopeful, but once again, your brother showed him no mercy, breaking his hope down just as quickly as it got there.

“No.” He denied. “Solve your own problems and stop yelling outside of our house, or we’ll call the cops and have them make you.” He threatened, but Mario didn’t give up.

“Come on, man. Help a brother out. I just need to talk to her.”

“Look, what you did was fucked up and the only reason I’m not beating you to a pulp right now is because my sister loves your pathetic ass but you’re really pushing your luck right now.”

“Come on, how am I supposed to apologize if I can’t get to her?”

“Figure it out yourself. Have fun at college, asshole.” Your brother spat, and you could hear the faint sound of his feet pattering across the stone path leading up to your door now, indicating that he was on his way back.

But he stopped himself, his voice now closer than before as he called out. “And stop crying and grow a pair, man. You’re making a fool out of yourself. It’s embarrassing to listen to.”

When he returned inside, your first instinct was to tell him off for being rude to Mario and lecture him about the fact that showing emotion doesn’t determine a man’s masculinity. 

But you caught yourself last minute, as he turned to look at you, the furious expression on his face reminding you that, right now, he didn’t deserve to be defended.

Your brother read you like an open book as his eyes met yours, sensing the hurt and conflict in your head.

“You don’t need that piece of shit.” He told you as he locked the front door again. “He’s immature and  wouldn’t recognize the love of a good woman if he got it handed to him on a labeled silver platter.”

His words brought a pathetic cry from your lips and you had to strain yourself really hard in order to not break out into tears right then and there.

“Isn’t that exactly how I’ve been giving it to him, though?” You questioned in a whisper, your lip wobbling, and your brother nodded, giving you a look.

“Yeah, my point exactly. He’s an idiot.” He declared. “You’re worth much better.”

“Your brother is right, mija.” Your father agreed as he stepped through the doorway of the kitchen. “I know it’s easier said than done but try not to think about it. No boy is worth your tears.”

He approached you where you sat and you raised your head from your arms once again, allowing your dad to wipe the hot tears from your cheeks. But they never stopped coming.

Your dad sat down beside you and took you into his arms and your brother snorted in agreement, raising a hand to the curtain covering the window of the door and casting a distasteful glance outside. “Especially not Luigi out there.”

You sniffled, using the hem of your sleeve to wipe your nose. “Is he gone?” You asked in a small voice and he nodded after looking around some more.

“Yeah, seems like he finally got the hint. Piece of shit.” He muttered, before dropping the curtain and turning back to you. “Do you want to watch a movie? Eat some ice cream? Mom bought some Ben & Jerry’s yesterday.”

Your eyebrows furrowed together in sadness, remembering you and Mario had been eating Ben & Jerry’s together just an hour before your fight. You never thought such small things would be able to hurt so much.

Shaking your head, you stood up from beside your father on shaky legs, giving your brother an apologetic look. “I think I’m just going to head to bed. I’m not really feeling it tonight.” You confessed.

He looked angry, but he nodded his head, understanding. “I got you. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You nodded in return and after saying goodnight to them and your mother in the kitchen, you headed back upstairs to get ready for bed. You washed your face and braided your hair, and was in the middle of brushing your teeth when you heard a loud thud from inside your room.

You froze at the sound, panic instantly filling your body. You knew your entire family was home so the risk of someone breaking into your house at this exact moment wasn’t very big, but it could never be ruled out in the neighborhood you lived in.

Calling out your brother’s name through a mouthful of toothpaste foam, you got no response. And not when you called out to your parents either.

As the suspicion was growing stronger in the pit of your stomach, you quickly spit out the toothpaste and washed off your toothbrush, putting it back in its cup, before silently heading for your room, your heart beating violently in your chest.

You could practically hear your pulse in your ears, afraid that someone had gotten into the house, only to enter your room and find your boyfriend pushing himself off the floor underneath your open window.

Your body instantly relaxed when seeing the familiar mop of curly black hair, but the relief quickly turned into anger, your feet steering you into the room hastily.

“What the hell, Mario?!” You exclaimed, closing your bedroom door behind you to not alert your parents. “How hard is it for you to take a hint? I don’t want to see you anymore!”

Mario finally managed to get off the floor, having been tangled in your long curtains and held his hands out in defense, almost as if expecting you to jump at him or something.

“Please let me explain.” He pleaded, which only made the anger bubbling in the pit of your stomach grow stronger.

“There’s nothing to explain!” You yelled at him. “You fucking asked me for a guilt free pass for college, that’s unforgivable. It’s over!”

“No, no, please don’t say that.” He pleaded, taking a step closer to you. “I was drunk. I didn’t mean it.”

For each step closer that he took, you took two backward, the heartbreak that you had been trying so hard to push away for the past two days resurfacing when you took in Mario’s messy appearance; bloodshot eyes rimmed with wet tears, dark circles and his hair a mess, looking as if he hadn’t slept for days. But then again, you hadn’t either, and you doubted that you looked any better than he did.

“Well, you know what they say, right?” You let out a dry laugh, swallowing as you felt a fresh set of hot tears starting to poke at your eyes. “Drunk words are sober thoughts. And if that’s what you’re thinking about when you’re drunk with me, I don’t even want to imagine what you would be capable of when drunk without me.”

Mario looked at you with pleading eyes. “I know it’s not an excuse but I wasn’t thinking straight. The boys got me so riled up about you finding someone else with me being gone and I just let it get to my head. It was wrong and I’m sorry.”

You glared through your tears. “I wouldn’t do that and you know it!” You snapped. “You know how much I love you. Hearing you ask that question, knowing that you’re thinking about being intimate with other girls, it- it fucking hurt.”

You couldn’t hold back the tears anymore and you didn’t try to either, letting out a cry and watching through blurry vision as fresh tears started falling down his cheeks too.

“I know, baby. I know.” He agreed. “And I’m sorry. I know I don’t deserve your trust or your forgiveness but I’ll do anything to earn it back. Yell at me, hit me, anything. Just… please, forgive m-“

Before you could stop yourself, your hand flew out and struck him right across the face, cutting him short as a sharp slapping sounded through the room.

Your eyes widened as soon as you realized what you had done, your hand coming to cover your mouth as you gasped. “Oh my God, Mario, I’m so sorry!” You quickly apologized, wasting no time in cradling his face in your hands.

He shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut to prevent the tears from falling from the pain. “No, I deserved that. I’m glad you got it out of your system.” He objected but still leaned into your touch, drunk from the feeling of your skin against his after having been without you for two entire days.

He opened his eyes and raised his hand to lay them on top of yours, looking into your eyes. 

“I really am sorry.” He sniffled. “I need you to know that just the thought of being with someone else makes me sick to my stomach. You’re the only one for me. I want to marry you and grow old with you. I… I want you to have my babies, one day. I want to live the rest of my life with you and only you, (Y/N). No one else.”

You took a shaky breath, coming down from your angry high. “Do you really mean that?” You asked, feeling the tears drop down from your chin.

He nodded, carefully taking a step closer to you now that you weren’t yelling at him anymore. 

“I’ve never been so sure about anything in my life.” He mumbled. “I don’t want to leave with us on bad terms. When I come home for the holidays I want to be able to come home to you. You own my heart, mi amor. You’ve owned it since we first met.”

You chewed on the inside of your cheek as you attempted to stop crying. Removing your hands from his face and forcing him to let go of you in the process, you moved over to the bed and sat down, pulling your knees up against your chest.

You lowered your forehead onto your knees and took a deep breath, all too aware of Mario’s eyes following your every move.

“You have to work on your confidence if this is going to work, Mario.” You said, your voice coming out slightly muffled with your head being covered by your arms. “You can’t just do stuff like that every time you get insecure about yourself and worry that I’m going to leave you.”

He was at your side within the next 0.1 second, sinking down on the bed next to you and placing a hand on your arm. You turned your head to the side at the feeling of his touch, allowing your eyes to meet his.

“I know, I know.” He agreed eagerly. “I’m going to get plenty of time to work on myself when I’m away, and I’ll come back a better man for you.”

A small laugh left your lips and your lips tugged into a watery smile. “You’re already the best.”

He shook his head. “I’m really not. But you make me the best version of myself.” He carefully grabbed your arms, forcing you to drop your legs over the edge of the bed and sit up straight.

“I love you, mi amor. So much.” He whispered, leaning his forehead against yours and cradling your jaw in his hand, while the other landed on your thighs.

You looked into his eyes for a moment, sniffling, before slowly leaning your head up to press your lips against his.

He wasted no time in responding, moving his hand from your thigh to the back of your head, his entire body reacting and lowering you down on the bed. Your lips parted and your tongues fought for dominance for a good half-minute, before you pulled apart, out of breath.

Your foreheads connected again, and you closed your eyes, taking in the feeling of the touch of his skin against yours, the warmth of his hands and the smell of his cologne. 

“I love you, too.” You answered, and when hearing the words he had been yearning to hear you speak for two entire days, he buried his face into your neck, smiling into your skin.

After all the crying you had done since the fight, you fell asleep not long after that, in Mario’s arms. But Mario laid awake, staring into the ceiling and thinking about everything that had gone down. 

He didn’t deserve your forgiveness after the stunt he had pulled, and yet you had given it to him with little to no protest. He didn’t deserve your love, and yet you had been there to give it to him every day for six years straight.

He didn’t know what he had done to deserve someone as good as you but he sure as hell wasn’t going to mess it up again. True to his word, you were his one and only, and he was never going to let you go.  

[bungou-stray-dingus]

Video Games Headcanons

Anime : Bungo Stray Dogs

Characters : Dazai, Chuuya, Atsushi, Ranpo

Dazai

* Wants to play Mario Kart since he can’t drive in real life.

* Picks Bowser because he looks cool, doesn’t understand that the weight of his character affects how fast the car will go.

* “WAIT WHY IS YOUR CAR GOING SO FAST!? I’M IN LAST PLACE! Can we start over?”

* Ends up spending fifteen minutes going through character and kart combinations to find the perfect combo for max speed.

* “Oh the blue shell has wings, what does it do?”

* “Yeah don’t throw that, you should keep that.” You’re in first place.

* Throws the blue shell anyway and is very amused when you end up getting hit with the shell.

* “Dammit Dazai!”

* Loves seeing you get frustrated when people pass by you.

* Thinks you look adorable when you get on your knees in front of the TV because “getting closer to the television helps me play better, stop laughing!”

* He ends up just sitting back and watching you play, he finds it much more amusing and he can watch your face.

* “Come on darling, it’s time for bed.” He has to be the reasonable one now.

* “I have one more race to win and I’ll win the cup.”

* Let’s you finish the race, mainly because you look so damn cute when your concentrating on winning.

* Has to pull the controller away from your hands once the race is done so you don’t start another cup.

* He has the songs stuck in his head now and he hums them at work, much to Kunikidas annoyance.

Chuuya

* Fucking lives for Super Smash Brothers. It’s the one time he can kick your ass for fun.

* Takes the game way too seriously, he can’t handle losing. Honestly he thinks anyone he is versing is Dazai

* Button smasher. BIIIG button smasher. “Babe, pressing the buttons harder doesn’t make you hit harder.” You have to remind him before he breaks another controller.

* For some reason he plays really well with Kirby.

* You laughed the first time he picked Kirby. Became really frustrated when he kept sucking you in and spitting you off the side of the stage.

* Somehow turns it into a drinking game.

* “Alright so get this. Every time you lose, you need to take a shot.”

* “You just want me to get drunk.”

* “Wouldn’t mind it.”

* You end up hating Kirby with a passion after the second time you woke up with a hangover due to his bitch ass spitting you off the map.

* Now you both play as Kirby and it’s just the two of you trying to suck each other in and spit the other off the map.

* “MOVE CLOSER!”

* “GET IN MY MOUTH DAMMIT!”

* If you get close to winning he’ll just take the controller from your hands and place them both to the side and end up making out with you so you forget about the game.

* Also he can’t handle losing so he’d rather just kiss you instead.

* VERY SORE LOSER.

* Will rage like a ten year old on Fortnite, but you think it’s super freaking cute so you don’t stop him.

* “Stupid game, I hate it, so fucking stupid. I don’t want to play anymore.”

* TEN MINUTES LATER

* “Hey you want to play Smash again?”

Atsushi

* Picked Mario Party because it sounded like a fun time and the box looked bright and happy.

* Poor boy didn’t know this game is absolutely destructive.

* Wants to invite everyone from the agency over to play with the two of you since it’s a party game.

* Dazai, Kenji, Ranpo, and Kyoka come over to play. Kunikida’s schedule was too booked to come over, and nobody wanted to deal with an angry Yosano.

* Dazai picks Waluigi, Kenji picks Yoshi, Ranpo picks Mario, Kyoka picks Daisy, and Atsushi picks Luigi.

* Kenji and Atsushi are the only ones who don’t look like they’re about to kill someone.

* Mini games are so intense, Ranpo, Dazai, and you are standing in front of the TV trying to sabotage each other.

* “IF YOU GET ANOTHER STAR I SWEAR I’LL KICK YOUR ASS!” You shout and Atsushi is just looking on in horror.

* “I thought this was a party game...” He whispers to Kenji who for some reason looks like he’s enjoying the way you, Dazai, and Ranpo are bickering.

* “OF COURSE RANPO GETS THE STAR!” Dazai exclaims, even though he still has the most stars out of everyone.

* Atsushi doesn’t understand why everyone is so angry.

* He ends up winning in the end because he got a bunch of pity stars. “Oh wow! Look at that guys!”

* Ranpo is more of a sore loser than Chuuya. Tries to explain to everyone why he should have won. Dazai just shrugs it off, he now has kicking your ass at Mario Party mini games as one of the things he has to do before he dies.

* Atsushi has to destress after everyone leaves, cuddling with you on the couch.

* “Do you think everyone had fun?” He is truly worried that everyone hates each other after the game.

* “Oh yeah, we had a blast. We should do it again.” You say, kissing his cheek softly.

* He doesn’t know if he’d be able to handle another night like that. He was worried that everyone would kill each other or smash the tv or both before the night was over.

* He’d have to find another game to play.

* “Maybe we can all play Mario Kart next time.”

Ranpo

* He’s a Tetris boy. It’s the one game that tests his intelligence.

* The only reason he started playing is because he walked in after work and saw you playing it and he wanted to try.

* Figured out the controls of the game quicker than you did.

* He’s pretty calm while playing, and he usually has you on his lap with his arms wrapped around you and his head on your shoulder looking at the TV.

* It’s the one time his eyes are wide open and you can see the beautiful emerald green of his irises as he concentrates on the screen.

* He’s not much of a sore loser, he just doesn’t give up until he gets first place.

* It takes a while for that to happen, but you can count on him coming home from work and hopping right back on the switch to play.

* “Do you want to give the game a break?” You have to try to pull the controllers from his hands as this point, but he just pouts and tell you that he hasn’t made first place yet so you let him keep playing.

* You have to remind him to use the bathroom and to take a break so he can eat and take water breaks.

* ONCE HE FINALLY GETS FIRST PLACE THOUGH

* OH BOY IS HE SO PROUD OF HIMSELF

* “Y/N COME HERE!” He calls from the other room and you come running of course.

* The smile on his face is so adorable and he’s pointing to the tv at his name at the top of the board.

* “That’s great, you did amazing! I’m so proud of you hon.” Your praise is better than first place.

* He plays the game more intensely now so he can get first place, just so he can hear you tell him how proud you are of his success.

* Your gallery on the switch is full of screenshots from when he got first place. He won’t let you delete them to make room though.

* Everyone from work has to hear about how he’s not only the greatest detective in the world, but also the greatest Tetris player as well.

* He now wants to play every single Tetris game.

* You’ve created a Tetris addict and you can’t even complain, he looks so cute when he’s playing.

[prettyinlimegreenboots]

“Okay that’s it, party’s over! Get out of my house!”

Alright y’all, buckle up and hold on tight because this one is a doozy! This is 3400 words!! There’s some mentions of cursing and drinking.

October 25

Taking a sip from his red solo cup, he scanned the house, grinning at the activity around him. It was his and Race’s annual Halloween party, the music was loud and the house packed. Albert, as Captain Hook, and Race, as Luigi, were laughing about something in the corner. Jack was leaning over to kiss a black cat, Kat’s costume for the party. And himself was Mario.

His pocket vibrated, catching him off guard. Digging out his phone, he chuckled watching Race shake his head violently, denying whatever Albert had said to him. Opening his phone, he almost dropped it when he comprehended the message that was staring him in the face.

His eyes read the message once, then twice, then again just to make sure he was reading it correctly. He shuffled over to Race, who lit up at the appearance of his husband. “Spottie, imma need you to settle this debate - what’s better Kit Kat’s or Reese’s?”

“That’s what you’re arguing about over here?” Spot shook his head. “Here I was thinking that it was about football teams. But Kit Kat’s are better.”

Albert grinned and pumped his fist, high-fiving Spot. “Thank you my good man. In your face Racer.”

“Whatever.” Race grinned, wrapping his arm around Spot’s shoulder. “Haven’t seen you in a while, snookums. Where have you been hiding?”

Spot leaned up and kissed him with a grin. “Hanging out on the porch with Itey and Hotshot. But I gotta show you something.”

“Does it require the bedroom?” Race rose his eyebrows up and down suggestively.

Giving him a look, Spot slowly shook his head before handing over his phone. “Unfortunately, no but look at this.”

Spot watched Race’s face as he read the text message before looking up at him with tears. “You’re not pulling my leg, right? This is legit happening?”

“I would never pull your leg at this. Now shall we kick all of these people out of the house before heading that way?” Spot asked before Race pulled him into a searing kiss and a big hug.

Jack and Kat came up to them with identical looks of concern. “Everything okay?”

Shoving Spot’s phone in Kat’s hands, he grinned. “Can you help us kick everyone out?”

Katherine squealed reading the text message, giving them a quick hug before nodding enthusiastically. “Absolutely!”

“Okay that’s it, party’s over! Get out of my house!” Spot yelled, walking through the house towards the bedroom to change out of his costume as Race followed behind him yelling the same thing. “Party’s over! Get out of my house!”

Ten minutes later, with shouts of elation from their friends and family, Race and Spot were in the car on the way to their destination. Hands were laced together as Race drove. Spot tapped his toes, wishing things would hurry up and go faster. “Calm down Spottie. These things take time.”

“But Race …” Spot started, squeezing his husband’s hand, with a shaky breath. “This has been our dream!”

Race grinned, pulling into the parking lot of the giant building. “We’ve waited three years, a few more hours won’t kill us. Besides, Jack and Kat will be up shortly - why she didn’t want to show up dressed as a cat is beyond me?”

Spot laughed, leaning over and kissing him. “I love you.”

“I love you too. Shall we go?” Race asked, reaching in the backseat for the backpack that had been packed and in the car for weeks.

As they walked towards the building, they laced their hands, ready to face whatever was coming their way. After checking in, they were directed to a quiet room with a TV, few magazines, and six chairs, a private area to wait.

Dropping the bag on the ground, Race took a seat stretching his legs out. “Come sit, it’s going to take some time.”

“I’ve got to stand. I don’t know how you’re so calm right now.” Spot shook his head. “How have our roles reversed?”

Race opened the bag, taking out his Switch, shrugging. “Not sure but enjoy it while you can. Wanna battle on MarioKart?”

“Not right now.” Spot was tense.

Standing up, Race went to Spot’s side, pulling him into a hug, kissing him gently. “Hey, it’s okay to be nervous, scared and happy. As I said earlier, we’ve been waiting for three years, and it’s finally happening. Now all we can do is wait - if you want to pace, pace. But it’s not going to make the time go by any faster.”

Sitting back down, Race grabbed his Switch, keeping an eye on his husband before starting to play MarioKart. With a sigh, Spot took a seat next to him as Race grinned victorious. A quiet fell on the room with a cuss word coming from Race every now and then when he got hit with a green shell. Before long, Spot was pulling his own Switch from the bag, starting an epic battle of MarioKart between the two.

An hour after they had arrived, and several races on MarioKart, Race’s phone dinged with a text message. “Jack and Kat are on their way up. They told everyone to hang back and we’d text with news.”

Nodding, Spot’s tongue poked out between his lips before throwing a blue shell in Race’s direction. “Damn you Spottie. Give a guy a heads up!”

“Why would I do that?” Spot grinned, focused on the device in his hands. “And I win again …. Wanna go again?”

Race huffed, giving him a look as the door opened, revealing Jack and Kat in jeans and hoodies. “Why would I want to get beat again for the third time? Hi guys.”

“Hey yourselves.” Kat closed the door behind her grinning at the two, sitting near the door. “Any news?”

“None yet.” Shaking his head, Race handed over his Switch to Jack, standing and joining Kat across the room. “Kick his ass for me.”

Race and Kat watched the two hurl threats at one another before Kat nudged Race. “How are you both holding up?”

“Spot was nervous earlier but I pulled him into MarioKart and he’s seemed to calm down some.” Race shrugged, playing with his hoodie pocket.

“And you?” Kat adjusted in her seat so she focused on him, searching for any clues.

He sighed. “Surprisingly calm. We’ve been waiting for this for so long and part of me can’t believe we’re finally here and part of me just wants it to be over.”

“That’s understandable. But you can let yourself be excited and worried and nervous.” Kat put a hand on his shoulder. “You’re gonna be a dad soon, Race and that’s nothing little. Just talk to your brother.”

Race laughed, shaking his head at the memory of Jack holding his nephew for the first time. “I thought he was going to drop Nathan.”

“You and me both.” Kat grinned. “Yes, we had 9ish months to prepare for it but that didn’t diminish all the emotions we felt. Luckily he was better when Lucy came and even better when we welcomed Emmy and Sadie.”

Nodding, he saw where his sister-in-law was coming from. “I guess I’m just being cautiously optimistic since two of these have gone this exact way but the mother’s changed their minds.”

“That was in the past. This one will be different.” Kat smiled. “So many things are already different between this one and the previous ones. You will be walking out of this place with a baby, Race.”

He hoped she was right. “Alright, Aunt Kat.”

She gasped, tears rushing to her eyes with a laugh. “Oh that sounds so sweet. Got names picked out?”

“Four, two of each.” Race grinned. They had opted not to find out what Samantha, the birth mom, was carrying. “And no you’re not finding out early. Shit, I should call Medda.”

“Jack did as we drove here.” Kat gave him a look. “She was a little upset she was hearing it from Jack and not you but she sends her love and forgiveness. She does want a call when they arrive.”

Nodding, Race made a mental note. “When did it sink in that you were truly a mom?”

“When I held Nate for the first time.” She grinned. “Yes I carried him and all but it didn’t hit me until I snuggled him and kissed his forehead.”

Race looked across the room at Spot and Jack who had their heads together talking about who knows what. Feeling his eyes, Spot looked up, sending him an air kiss before grinning at him.

“I always wondered how all of you killed the time in the waiting room when we had the kids.” Kat grinned, as Spot snorted.

“Hence why we brought the Switches.” Spot shook his head, fiddling with his phone. “After Nate, we learned to pack a bag full of snacks, games, and randomness because we never knew how long it would be.”

A knock on the door caught all of their attention. Spot and Race stood up, opening up the door to a nurse who has a bright smile on her face. “Sean and Antony?”

“Yes, that’s us.” Spot widened the door to let her in.

She closed the door behind her before motioning them to sit down. “I’m Anna, one of the nurses in the delivery room and I wanted to let you know that your daughter has arrived - she weighs 7 pounds, 7 ounces, and 22 inches long and was born at 9:56pm. The birth mother just signed her rights away and we’re just cleaning baby girl up and I’ll bring her in shortly.”

Tears were streaming down Spot and Race’s faces as the nurse finished. “Thank you so much for letting us know.”

“Do you have any questions before I head back?” Anna asked looking at the two awestruck dads.

Spot looked at Race before shaking his head. “I don’t think so. Thank you so much for letting us know.”

Anna showed herself out as Race pulled Spot into a hug and a kiss before the tears started up again. “Spottie … a daughter. We have a little girl.”

“Oh I love you.” Spot pulled back, wiping the tears, laughing. “A little girl.”

Race wiped his tears before looking at Jack and Kat who both had tears streaming down their faces. “Congratulations guys. A little girl.”

Jack pulled Race into a hug with a couple of slaps to his back. “Congrats dad!”

Kat did the same, but she was much gentler with Spot. “Congrats papa!”

She laughed when the “oh shit” look crossed Spot’s face as she gave him another hug. “Hey, you’re gonna be okay. That little girl will have you hooked around her finger but that’ll be okay.”

Race bounded over to Kat with a grin before picking her up and spinning her around. “Didya hear? I’ve got a little girl.”

Laughing at her little brother, Kat grinned. “I did hear something about that. Congrats Race.”

The room grew quiet as the door slowly opened revealing Anna with a bundle in her arms. She grinned at the two men who were in awe. “Who wants to hold her first?”

Kat and Jack moved back, each watching Spot and Race point to one another before Race stepped forward for Anna to transfer the baby into his arms.

Sitting down, Race let his eyes sweep over the baby - his daughter. He felt Spot sit to his right as they both admired the sleeping baby. “Oh hello there. She’s perfect, Spot.”

“Yea she is.” He looked at Jack and Kat before looking at Anna.

“I’ll leave you guys but there’s a ringer on the table if you need anything.” She smiled. “Congratulations you guys!”

Spot and Race both nodded, too enthralled with the baby. Listening to the door click shut, Spot turned to Race. “She needs a name.”

“We’ve got two. Feeling any of those?” Race asked as they both thought about the names.

Spot sighed. They had picked out Charlotte Elisabeth and McKensie Kate as their two but he didn’t feel like either name was a fit for their little girl. “No - she doesn’t look like a Charlotte or a McKensie.”

“We’re going to go search for some coffee. Let the three of you have some time.” Kat grinned. Before either could say anything, the door opened and shut again, leaving just Race and Spot in the room.

Spot pulled out his phone, going to the notes section where all of their names were listed. “Alrighty, we got Adeline, Evelyn, and Isabella. Any of those?”

“If I remember right, we both liked Adeline, right? Two nicknames if we wanted - Lina and Addie.” Holding her up, Race looked at their daughter. “I like it. You?”

“Adeline Higgins-Conlon.” It rolls off the tongue. “Now a middle name.”

Race passed Adeline to Spot with a grin. “Here, hold your daughter. What about one of the original middle names we had? Elisabeth or Kate?”

“I am drawn to Adeline Elisabeth Higgins-Conlon.” Spot grinned, brushing a hand over her light brown hair. “What do you think, miss? Do you approve?”

Adeline yawned, smacking her lips with a sigh. “I think she approves.”

The two watched her a bit before Spot looked at Race. “Do you want to go get Kat and Jack? And maybe tell a nurse her name?”

Pressing a kiss to her forehead before kissing Spot, Race nodding standing up. “I’ll be back.”

“We’ll be here.” Spot grinned, watching him leave before looking at the baby. “Hi little girl. Your dad and I are so happy that you’re here. We’ve waited a long time for you. You are so loved, miss.”

He sighed, letting it sink in that him and Race were truly parents and so far it felt pretty good. He knew that cloud 9 feeling would eventually vanish but he was relishing in it for as long as possible.

He was so in his thoughts, he didn’t hear the door open but felt more bodies in the room. He felt Katherine sit next to him and rub his back. “Wanna hold her?”

Kat grinned, holding her arms so Spot could transfer her into them. Kat’s face immediately softened. “Oh hello sweet girl. Look at you. She’s gorgeous, you two.”

“Race, did you call Medda?” Jack pointed at him with a grin. “She wasn’t happy it was me telling her that you were on the way to the hospital and not you.”

Race picked up the phone, dialing a number before listening to it ring. “Hey momma, guess what?” “No, you’re supposed to guess!” “Ok, fine … I’m a daddy. You’ve got another granddaughter. Yea, uh huh.”

Kat looked at Spot. “So what’s her name?”

“Adeline Elisabeth Higgins-Conlon.” Spot said it carefully as not to botch it. “Race and I fell in love with the name Adeline, it means noble, and Elisabeth is after her aunt Kat.”

Tears clouded her eyes, a skip in her breath. “Why?”

“Why not?” Spot laughed, as Race hung up the phone and asked the question. “Addie is going to know how much her aunt and uncle mean to this family. You two have been there every step of the way, much more than anyone else. There was never a question of not using your name.”

Reaching up to brush the tears away, Kat nodded. “I’m absolutely honored. Thank you.”

“Don’t thank us. We should be thanking you.” Race crouched down, kissing his sister’s cheek before running a hand over Addie’s head. “Momma didn’t kill me.”

“Not yet she hasn’t.” Jack grinned. “Is it my turn to hold the munchkin, yet?”

“Sit down first.” Kat gave him a look. “Don’t want you almost fainting like you did with Lucy.”

Jack rolled his eyes but did as his wife asked. “That was one time.”

Kat gave him a look before transferring Addie into her uncle’s arms, who immediately softened at the little girl in his arms. “Oh you’re just a little thing huh? Oh hi little one. Oh you and I are going to be thick as thieves. I’ll sneak you all the Christmas cookies you want.”

“She’s not even two hours old and you're bribing her already?” Race scoffed, shaking his head. “Uncle of the year right there.”

Jack looked up and stuck his tongue out at the new dads. “I’ve gotta let her know she’s got me in her corner.”

Rolling his eyes, Race nodded at Jack. “Don’t spoil her too much before we ever take her home.”

Spot pulled Race into his arms and grinned at his husband. “Let him have his fun. We can ship her over to his house when she’s screaming at 2am.”

“I like the way you think, Spottie.” Race leaned over and kissed him. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Six Days Later

It was Halloween and the family of three had been home for 3 days. They hadn’t had any visitors yet, wanting to get into somewhat of a routine but invited their family and friends to stop by during Trick or Treat to see their little pumpkin.

As Spot was on door duty, Racer was keeping an eye on their little one and refilling the candy bucket. “UNCLE SPOT!��

He heard the familiar cry of his nieces and nephew and grinned, heading into the entryway to see a princess (Lucy), a cow (Emmy), a cat (Sadie) and a cowboy (Nathan). “Hi guys!”

“UNCLE RACE!” All four of the kids clamored over to him, jumping up on him for hugs while their parents stood back and grinned.

“Where’s the little one?” Kat asked, grinning at her brother.

Pointing in the room off the entryway, Race hugged and kissed all the kids. “In there.”

He heard her laughter and a “Racetrack” before turning his attention to the kids. “Did uncle Spot load you up with candy?”

“No he said there was something special in the kitchen.” Nate said, giving his uncle a look.

Race shrugged. “Well if Uncle Spot said there’s something in the kitchen then there must be. Go look.”

The kids ran off as Katherine came back into the entryway with Addie in his arms. “Race this has you written all over it.”

“Of course it does. He’s the only one that has spent time in jail.” Spot piped up getting a look from his husband.

“It was a few hours. Nothing major.” Race argued, popping the collar on his Orange jumpsuit. “Besides, Spot looks more like the Hamburglar than an actual prisoner. It’s only fair that Addie girl fits in around here.”

Spot was in a black and white jumpsuit while Addie had on an orange onesie that they had put a piece of cardboard on her that said “l just did 9 months on the inside” with her birthday on it.

Kat chuckled. “She’s the most adorable prisoner I’ve ever seen.”

“Where did our kids run off to?” Jack asked, reaching for Addie.

Turning to the two uncles, Kat raised an eyebrow. “Apparently they have something special in the kitchen, which is code for a bunch of sugar and other things.”

“We made them Halloween goodie bags - some candy, some non candy goodies. It’s all about balance.” Spot shrugged, sticking his tongue out at Kat.

“Great they’ll sugar them up and send them home with us.” Jack said, snuggling Addie. “At this point, we’ll take Addie and you can keep our four.”

“DEAL!” Race said, not even conferring with Spot. “Addie we love you dearly but that was one deafening cry you did this morning at 2:30. I think I might have permanent ear loss.”

Kat and Jack both chuckled. “Oh I do not miss the first three weeks after we brought each one home. We’ll take our four - eventually they’ll pass out. We’ll schedule a sleepover when you’re a bit older, miss Addie. Kids, let’s go.”

They heard the kids before they saw them. “Thank you, Uncle Spot, Uncle Race.”

“You’re welcome.” They both replied as hugs and kisses were given. Jack relinquished Addie back over to Race as goodbyes were said.

Walking out onto the porch, Spot and Race sat on the porch swing, Addie still in Race’s arms, wrapped in her blanket. They swung gently back and forth. “Happy Halloween, Race.”

“Happy Halloween, Spottie and Addie. I don’t need any of the boos, just the two of you and some candy.” Race leaned over and kissed Spot with a grin. “This is the perfect Halloween.”

That was a doozy! Thanks @wide-eyed--wonderer for sending in that prompt!!! I think that’s my longest Drabble to date!!!

[anomander-dragnipurake]

Game Over

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

You can blame this fic's existence on the anon who requested the fic of Luigi becoming a boo via the boo powerup. That fic implanted the idea of Luigi turning into a boo via other means into my head and it stuck with me so I figured why not have it be a Halloween thing. Meaning content warning for major character death and graphic violence as well as an unhappy ending. This was supposed to go up alongside the final chapter of Haunted Castle but I couldn't finish the final chapter in time so we must settle for this.

~

Mario’s portrait was hung up on the wall on the opposite side of the room. There was no way it was that easy, right? Luigi had fought his way through a whole amusement park’s worth of ghosts to get here to this now actually haunted ‘haunted’ house so there was no possible way this would be that easy, it had to be a trap. What kind though?

The room had clearly been a break room for the haunted house’s staff back when they’d run the place as a job. A table and some chairs off to one side and some vending machines off to the other. The path to Mario’s portrait was clear though and there wasn’t anything visibly amiss other than it. Where was King Boo though?

Luigi turned his head to look at Gooigi standing beside him. Sending them into a trap felt wrong but if anything happened to them, they’d automatically teleport back into the Poltergust strapped on Luigi’s back. How unpleasant or painful any part of the process was or could be, Luigi still didn’t know and with how many times it had happened, he was too afraid to ask and would rather not know. But regardless, Gooigi couldn’t die from taking damage or melting, meaning it made sense for them to go in first so… “You want to go investigate?”

They nodded before striding in without hesitation; fearless or really good at hiding their fear. They strode right up to Mario’s portrait and… nothing happened. If it was a trap, Gooigi hadn’t triggered it yet. Next, they switched on their dark light, shining it on Mario’s portrait. … Still nothing happened though, nothing at all. Either King Boo had found a way to make the dark light useless for freeing those he’d trapped in portraits or as was more likely the case, the portrait was fake. How odd? Why would there be a fake portrait in here?

Gooigi made a sound of distress as they switched their dark light on and off again, even giving it a little shake. They then twisted their head to look back at Luigi as if asking him for help.

Luigi glanced around the room before sighing and creeping a bit closer. There was still clearly something wrong here but… he wanted a better look.

“It’s fake,” he said upon reaching Gooigi’s side. Up close and better lit by their flashlights, it was clearly a normal painting, a very good one for sure, it captured Mario’s likeness almost perfectly but it was nothing more than paint on a canvas.

“Why?” Gooigi asked as they finally turned off their dark light.

“I’m not sure. It’s certainly very odd though, huh?” And still nothing was happening so maybe… it wasn’t a trap? “I wonder who painted it.” And why?

Visible but not quite legible from even this close was a tiny signature in the top right corner. Luigi stepped closer to read it. He had to get almost right up in front of the painting in order to do so. … “Boocasso,” he read aloud. “Well I guess we know it was-”

With the sound of ripping canvas something burst through the painting and into Luigi’s chest, making him cut off with a yelp. It thrust through him with enough force to push him back. He would’ve fallen but it was suddenly the only thing keeping him upright. It was a searing sharp pain, pushing all the way through his chest, making him want to scream and taking his breath away at the same time. Instinctively he grabbed at it, needing to pull it out but it was sharp, cutting through his gloves and into his hands too. A sword blade? How was that even possible? And it might’ve been his imagination but he could’ve sworn he felt its tip pushing against the Poltergust on his back, making the straps strain against his shoulders. That couldn’t be right though, no way was a sword sticking all the way through him.

King Boo’s distinct laugh filled his ears as the sword angled to push him upwards, lifting his feet off the ground. He choked and whimpered pitifully as gravity made him slide further down on its blade. Not much though because it was indeed pushing against the Poltergust now without a doubt.

“You like it?” King Boo asked with a smirk as he phased through the wall, pushing the painting, sword and Luigi forward too. His crown glowed bright, beams of light snaking off it to wrap around the sword’s hilt, levitating it. “I painted it myself. It took ages in part because it’s been a long time since I last painted something so realistic. I had very good reference though.” He chuckled as if it were a joke.

Luigi could only make breathless sounds of pain as the sword lifted further to point straight up. He grasped uselessly at it with his hands, the pain as it cut into his fingers and palms nothing compared to the pain of it pushing through his chest, making every miniscule movement, even breathing, agony. His blood oozed down its blade onto the now torn painting of Mario. He could taste it in the back of his throat too, nauseating and horrible.

Gooigi made a sound from somewhere off to Luigi’s right. He looked over just time in time to see King Boo throw a bucket of water on them; he’d come prepared. They melted instantly of course, reforming in the Poltergust on Luigi’s back, making it heavier which normally wasn’t an issue but suddenly was.

With a whimper Luigi reached for the dangling flashlight/vacuum nozzle. If he could press the button to free them again maybe they could help… somehow. Reaching for it hurt but… it was his only chance. He managed to grab the hose but…

“Nope,” King Boo said as the sword jostled him, making him let go with a gasp of pain. “None of that. Your little goo friend wouldn’t be able to help you anyway, they’re too weak and fragile. It’s gonna be just you and me in your final living moments. I thought about bringing Mario out to enjoy the show but I’m not taking any risks this time.”

Panting desperately for breath that didn’t seem anywhere close to enough, Luigi forced himself to look up at King Boo floating before him, looking far too pleased. He’d never hated anyone more than he hated King Boo. Not even Bowser was this awful.

“Fuck you.” It was all Luigi had the strength to say before cutting off with a cough that judging based off the awful coppery taste in his mouth brought up more than a little blood. He pawed more that the sword, now slick with his blood, desperately trying to release some of the pressure on his chest so he could breathe properly again. … It was futile.

King Boo laughed heartily, his massive tongue lolling out of his mouth. “This is your fault, you know?” he eventually said with a smug grin. “I didn’t want to kill you yet but after three attempts to capture you, you left me no other choice. So really, you have no one but yourself to blame.”

“You could’ve just… left.” That would’ve been easier for everyone.

Another chuckle. “And let the wrongs you and E. Gadd did me and my followers stand unavenged? Never.”

Luigi could’ve argued that it was King Boo who had started it, that if King Boo had just left them alone after any of his escapes, Luigi would’ve gladly left him alone too. But he lacked the strength to form the words so he just whimpered in misery instead.

“You’d die faster if I pulled the blade out, right?” King Boo asked. “Do you want me to?”

Luigi shook his head. It hurt and he couldn’t breathe right but he didn’t want to die. Not yet and not by King Boo’s hand. He still had so many things he wanted to do with his life and… he couldn’t leave Mario at King Boo’s mercy. He had to save him. But… but… he couldn’t, he couldn’t even save himself, let alone anyone else.

“Ah yes, you living and your illogical need to cling to life no matter what. I really don’t get the appeal. I suppose I could put you in a painting now, it would keep you alive. I’ve already committed to watching you die though so let’s get this over with. I don’t want to sit around for hours while you bleed out, I got stuff to do.”

The sword flipped over fast enough to force Luigi off it, making him cry out in pain as he hit the floor. What was left of the painting of Mario landed next to him with a clatter.

Despite the pressure from the sword being gone from his chest, breathing suddenly seemed even more difficult and painful. … Without the sword to act as a plug, he was drowning in his own blood. Warmth spread across his chest and back as blackness ate at the edge of his vision. Fighting it, he flopped over onto his side to try to at least push himself up onto his hands and knees. Standing didn’t seem possible though, running away certainly wasn’t. … Maybe Gooigi could though.

It took some work and he coughed up more blood while doing so but he managed to find the Poltergust’s hose. Before he could work the flashlight up into his hand though, it was ripped out his hand again with a flash of magic from King Boo.

“Still no,” he said. “You’re dying alone with only me as witness. Don’t worry though, I’ll tell E. Gadd all the details before I lock him up in a painting. I might even free Mario long enough to tell him about it.”

Hopeless, it was all so hopeless. Luigi had fallen for King Boo’s trap and now he was dying. He’d failed to save Mario, something he’d feared would be the case every time. All he could really hope for now was that E. Gadd and the Toads would be able to get away before King Boo came for them. It wasn’t much to hope for though, was it?

King boo said something more. More gloating no doubt but as the darkness continued to eat at Luigi’s vision it sounded too distant to be worth listening to.

…

He came to as if waking from an overly long sleep. He opened his eyes to a dark room. Despite that, he could see quite well. He seemed to be floating somehow, a body lay face down on the on the floor beneath him… the Poltergust on their back. … It was him! That was his body! That wasn’t possible! He couldn’t be… No way it was real. It was just a cruel trick… right?

King Boo laugh came from behind him. He snapped around to face him. He seemed bigger somehow, his presence more palpable. “I won’t lie, you’re almost cute as a boo.”

“What? I’m not… I can’t be…” He looked down at himself… more like tried to anyway. He didn’t seem to have much of a body to look at anymore. He had stubby white arms though, he could see those. And his last clear memory, he’d been dying, stabbed through the chest by a sword. His corpse was now basically right beneath him, he could see it clearly even in the dark. Meaning… he was a ghost? … A boo. Why a boo? What made someone a boo when they died?

“I was actually hoping this would happen.” King Boo’s grin was perhaps the smuggest it had ever been. “A boo, even a cute one, doesn’t make for a good portrait but it’s better than nothing.” From somewhere behind him, he levitated out an empty portrait.

Luigi should run… or do whatever the ghost equivalent of running away was. But… he looked back down at his corpse. Surely he couldn’t abandon it. There had to be a way he could still… No, there wasn’t, was there? … He should save Gooigi though and then run.

But it was too late; the portrait was already pulling him in. Suddenly his body and the Poltergust was furtherer away, his view of the room as a whole different angle and… he couldn’t move.

King Boo turned Luigi around to face him. “I finally have you, it’s about fucking time.” He said before dissolving into hearty laughter. “Now all I need is E. Gadd and my art collection will be complete. Maybe I’ll grab a few Toads too, just because.”

Not only was Luigi dead, he’d also been turned into a portrait and… there was no escape. King Boo really had won and there was no one left to save him or Mario especially if E. Gadd got taken too. Hopefully he wouldn’t be but… what were the chances of that? Not good, right? … And it was all Luigi’s fault for falling for King Boo’s obvious trap.

[maggotsandcream]

Finally got around to watching a playthrough of Mario and Luigi: Partners in Time

I have thoughts as always, a lot of them. Spoilers ahoy!

First off, it is 100% on brand for E. Gadd to build a time machine and decide that the most ethical way to test it would be to send his head of state and her entourage into the past while taking exactly zero safety precautions. What's far more eyebrow raising is that clearly multiple other people starting with Peach herself had to sign off on this.

Maybe if past!Mushroom Kingdom employed an army that was composed of more than literally 2 toddlers they wouldn't have gotten so trounced by the aliens that it resembled the first part of a Doctor Who Christmas special.

I should note that none of these things are criticisms. I find the lack of two brain cells to rub together throughout the Mushroom Kingdom both past and present delightful.

I read a fan theory that the reason no one knew about the Shroobs in the present was because they hadn't actually attacked in the past at first and it was the whacky time machine antics that sucked them into the past from the present when they were originally going to attack the Mushroom Kingdom and oddly that tracks pretty well and I think I will adopt that as my own headcanon.

Of course, considering it's also Mario canon that multiple universes exist and the universe they live in periodically collapses and gets shuffled around could easily account for this too.

Baby Mario whacking everything in reach with his hammer is probably one of the more accurate portrayals of toddlers in video games. The rest of it obviously isn't, but that particular aspect jibes pretty well with my admittedly limited experience of 2-year-olds.

The enemies in general have pretty neat designs.

I liked that those elderly toad women being red/green twins called back to Superstar Saga where there were just so many red/green twins hanging around. Oddly, between the hammer bros and the Shroob princesses notably not following that pattern it seems like only twins with a good alignment get the red/green color scheme.

"Honey, the stork has arrived with our new babies! Isn't that wonderful?" "Oh yes but what color are their *whispers* hats?" "Fear not, they have a red and a green hat. They aren't predestined to become at best morally ambiguous." *sighs with relief*

"Toad and Toad, why have you taken to a life of crime? It pains me and your father so much." "You see mother, our favorite colors are...orange and blue." *sorrowful wailing*

"Mama, how come all the other twins in the village are red and green, but Toad and I are brown and green?" "You see Toad, there is this tragic medical condition known as evil twin syndrome..."

Doctors write up case study on a pair of identical twins who were both delivered with red hats. They get put through a whole battery of psych evals many times over to try to determine whether they are good, bad, or in between. Turns out they're literally just normal kids.

Wario and Waluigi would fit this pattern.

You can apparently have a good alignment with any color scheme as long as you don't have a twin, though.

Wait, so Luigi's Mansion implies that E. Gadd is 80 and that he'd been researching ghosts for about 60 years, but Partners in Time implies that he's 40 and has only been researching them for 20 years? I suppose it's possible that the age difference came about through irresponsible time machine use considering that it's canon that he kept the time machine and used it again having learned nothing but who knows.

Actually, how many of these games' plots are the result of E. Gadd throwing caution to the wind, lmao.

Between fat shaming Mario and just plain bullying Luigi, the Star Gate is a bit of a prick. That said, I'm really curious what he told Luigi is horrible sins were that were preventing him from going through the gate. Sure, he was bluffing in order to test Mario, but whatever he said was something that Luigi at least thought was horrible enough to disqualify himself and did not want revealed out loud to the group. I actually went looking for speculation on this because I think it would be really interesting but I haven't been able to find any. So I'll start with a bit of my own speculation:

"I couldn't help but notice you have a little bit of a cowardice and jealousy problem." "I know, and I know that if my brother and our past selves noticed this, the most obvious pair of flaws I have which everyone keeps commenting on, they surely will abandon me and no longer love me.😔" "...You've also got massive problems with understanding how other people perceive you."

"Look, I don't care if he started it, but it was not very heroic of you to threaten to beat Purple Mustache to death with his own tennis racket. Seriously, what's wrong with you? You've got to be the bigger person here." "But he's literally bigger than me." "The fate of the world rests upon my judgment of your soul and you think this is the time for sarcasm and backchat?!" "Oh no, you're right. I am such a selfish person.😔"

"Actually, you're basically fine Green Mustache, but I'm legally required to put the hero through a moral test before letting the party through, the hero in this case being your brother. Can I have your cooperation for the next few minutes? It needs to look like I just scolded you for something." "Yes of course. 😔"