#director morty

[mavis-the-apple-pie]

Luigi’s shipping fandom

[random-dragon-exe]

I find it entertaining that in the Luigi's Mansion series, there's a recurring trend of having a piano playing ghost.

Then there's also the trend of the ghost who's actually not a threat to Luigi.

Then there's the trend of having a boss who's just annoying and hard AF.

[sweetwhitechoco]

Six Fanarts Challenge! Well, more like sketches. xD

The names were given to me a looong while ago, and I finally finished them all today.

From left to right we've got: The Beast, Director Morty, Vegetale. Lah, Metal Sonic, and Pomni.

Credit to @mcapriglione-art for the template/challenge! :3

Hope you enjoy. ^^

[craftyjellyfishcat]

*me at the luigi ships*

Let me-a make this clear, break Luigi's heart.....And I'll break-a your face

[luigismansiongang]

' Heyo! '

{ This is an ask blog with some Luigi's mansion characters ! }

: CHARACTERS THAT CAN BE ASKED :

Luigi

E gadd

Mario

King boo

Polterpup

Hellen Gravely

Director Morty

Boolossus

Toads

Princess Peach

{ SMG4 Related is allowed here }

[theyareweird]

Luigi's Mansion 3: Director Morty —Aesthetic

Director Morty's Character & Personality

True to his title, Morty befits his role as a film director and movie maker. Unlike the other ghosts, he's not under King Boo's control and is a lawful neutral character. Thus, Morty is kind and friendly to Luigi when they meet. He'll also willingly give Luigi the elevator button, which means it's not necessary to capture him. However, if Morty is caught he won't fight back and becomes sad at not being able to finish his project. Due to this, he doesn't expect Luigi to fight him. Instead, Morty is pushy and doesn't give Luigi a choice in staring in his film. He's passionate and loves his job as a movie maker. Morty has an eye for potential talent, and is extremely dramatic after losing his megaphone.

[theknucklehead]

I mean, he's not wrong.

[coffeecat1983]

Luigi's Mansion 3: "A Friend in the Biz" pt 2

Pt 1 here

      The elevator dinged and the door slid open. Gasping wheezes came from the figure who entered. He didn't even notice that the button he had retrieved had flown from his pocket and locked into place. Instead of tapping it, he hit floor nine, nearly falling from the effort of reaching up.    From the tank on his back a concerned warble came from the green goo.    On the ninth floor, tucked away in the editing room, Morty hummed to himself as he worked on his film. He was so lost in his project that he didn't see the white form that darted through the door until it let out a sharp bark.      "Oh! Pup, what are you..." Morty paused, "What is it? Where's Luigi?" he asked. Polterpup whimpered and spun before barking at the director and darting out the door. His project forgotten, the ghost shot out and down the hall as he followed the little dog.    Whipping around the corner he arrived as the elevator doors opened and Luigi stumbled out. The young man was deathly pale, his chest heaving as he gasped. Morty caught him before he could fall.      "Great stars! What happened?"    Luigi shook his head, unable to answer as the poltergust slid from his shoulders. Morty caught it and after slinging it over his shoulders, he scooped Luigi up and flew back to the editing room with Polterpup right behind him. Once inside he carefully laid Luigi down on the thin cot that he kept to rest on when taking a break. In the soft light, he could see sweat glistening on his forehead and dark circles under his eyes. Rage began to build and the specter's eyes glowed as he shot out of the room and up to one of the security cameras.      "Gravely! What did you do to him?!"      "Oh, nothing." Hellen's voice echoed around the room. "He just got a taste of the poison that Serpci specializes in. That's what little bugs get when they creep where they shouldn't." Morty's eye color shifted to a violent, blood red as the fury within him grew. His fists clenched, trembling as he stretched and doubled in size. Electricity crackled around him and the floor began to shake, the tremors traveling up the walls.      "I warned you, I warned not to harm him!" he snarled.    Hellen darted out of her seat with a sharp gasp. The shaking from the studio climbed up, hitting her penthouse floor and a few of her TVs cracked from the strain. A growl and the hotel hostess forced her own power downward, expanding the barrier from the elevator to the studio's ceiling to block Morty out.      "Stop that you meddlesome movie HACK!" she shot back. "It won't kill him, I need him alive! I just wanted to show him he won't win!"    Smoothing down her hair, she pulled out her powder kit and began applying more to her face. "It's painful but it wears off. Eventually." she snapped the case shut. "And Morty, cross me again and I will have my beloved King lock you in a painting!"    He calmed a little but kept his glare focused on the camera. "Try me." he dared. "Wench." Her scream of anger echoed throughout the hotel. 

   Pleased with himself, Morty returned to the Editing Room. Polterpup was seated at the end of the cot and he whimpered as the ghost took a seat beside the bed.    Luigi stirred, a soft moan escaping him. Glazed eyes, sapphires robbed of their bright shine peered out from beneath heavy lids.      "M-Mario? Yo-You got 'way." A faint smile crossed the young man's face. Confused by the mumblings, Gooigi popped out of his container and stood nearby with a faint burble.      "Thought I was, was gon' have ta save you." Luigi cringed. "H-Hurts... Ev'thin' hurts, big b-bro."      "Hallucinating." Morty said softly. "There must be something..." he darted out of the room and the goo creature and ghostly pup heard him rustling around and racing about the room. The door opened and he backed in with his hands full. A pillow was tucked under one arm with a glass in hand, a pitcher of water held in the other. A blanket and a washcloth were draped over his shoulders.    It wasn't much later that Luigi was settled in with the pillow, the blanket set aside when Morty realized he was running a high fever.      "If there was just a way..." he pondered. He glanced at Gooigi and an idea hit him.      "You, you're made of goo, right?" Gooigi gave a wobbly nod and burbled. Taking his hand, Morty hummed. "Yes, yes you're cool to the touch, just what we need!"    He reached out and took the creature's hand. "Come here, place your hand on his forehead."    Puzzled but eager to help, Gooigi did as he was asked. Luigi shivered slightly at the cool touch.      "Perfect!" Morty praised. "Can you move, ripple a little, something to draw the heat off?" Catching on, Gooigi purred happily and relaxed so his hand and fingers flattened and slowly swirled to keep cool. A soft sigh as Luigi drifted into sleep. Morty sat back in his chair.      "I wish there was more I could do." he muttered. "But all we can do is wait."

     "Luigi, c'mon Weege," Mario called through the darkness. "You gotta wake up."      "Mm, Mario?" Luigi mumbled, waking. Polterpup yipped happily and Gooigi pulled his hand back with a pleased purr as Luigi sat up, rubbing his head.      "What happened?" he muttered. "Morty?" he blinked and looked around. "How did I get back here? I was... there was sand, and snakes." Morty slumped back with relief. "You were poisoned, my young star. It seems like it wore off, though."    Luigi stared at him and the memories came back. "That's right, I was so scared. I couldn't figure out where to go but I remembered you said it was safe here."      "You certainly gave us all a fright. How are you feeling?"    The young human paused and seemed to take stock of himself. "Okay, I think. A little tired." Standing, he wobbled a little, the sight of it making Gooigi burble as he wobbled in turn. Morty darted up. "Are you sure you should be up?"      "Thanks, Morty, but I gotta go. My friends, my bro, they need me."    A look of kindness was on the ghost's face. "I understand. The love of a sibling can surpass all." he floated aside as Luigi picked up the poltergust and Gooigi slid back into his tank.      "Be careful out there, my friend." Morty urged. "And remember if you need to..."      "I'll come back here." Luigi confirmed. He then checked his communicator. "Oh weird, how did this get turned off? Gadd's not gonna be happy."    Gooigi trilled innocently in his tank as the Professor's worried voice crackled over the machine, demanding to know what was going on as Luigi made his way out of the room and back to the elevator.      "Bye, Morty, and thanks." Luigi waved as the doors shut. The ghost waved back and once the doors closed, he shot a hateful glare at the security camera.

     "I don't like this, he shook the building." King Boo grumbled. Hellen stared at the screen, trailing her long fingers over Polterkitty's back. The cat stretched and yawned at her touch before jumping down.      "Patience my beloved majesty," Hellen purred. "That barrier I put in place will hold our little director. We won't have any more trouble from him."    King Boo snarled as he floated out of the room. "You better be right."

END

By "CC"

[thesoftboiledegg]

✍️ Some of the women that have worked on Rick and Morty over the years:

Heather Anne Campbell (writer) / Kyounghee Lim (director) Anne Lane (writer) / Erica Hayes (director) Siobhan Thompson (writer) / Erica Rosbe (writer) Jessica Gao (writer) / Jane Becker (writer) Sarah Carbiener (writer) / Caitie Delaney (writer)

Bonus:

[pianokantzart]

🍽️ and 🎶 with morty x luigi

🍽️ Dinner date 🎶 Dancing

Luigi never before envisioned himself as the one to make the first move in any romantic scenario, but after starring in so many films, scripts, and photoshoots, he felt as though he and Morty had already been dating for some time now. Then again, there was a large difference between being someone's boyfriend and being someone's muse. Being a muse meant being put on a pedestal for the sake of the arts, playing on the outskirts of reality to feed into whatever new creation was being forged. Dating? That meant a return to earth, being mundane and flawed. Being a human. Luigi felt somewhat awkward as a muse... like he was lying, somehow, despite the slew of creations he inspired... but he also couldn't deny the warm feeling he got when seen as something so rare and beautiful in the eyes of someone so passionate.

Morty agreed to a date. The agreement was casual, lacking that shining thrill of true inspiration, but his excitement grew when Luigi suggested something properly cinematic: dinner and dancing.

Luigi still wasn't sure how it was ghosts ate or danced without corporeal bodies, but a long list of experiences had proven that such things didn't matter. So long as the right sort of energy was abundant in the air, ghosts ate, drank and danced the same way they had in life, and enjoyed it with almost more gusto than those weighed down by flesh. Morty was no different. Luigi asked the ghost to pick an outfit for him. Morty obliged without a second thought, and Luigi was overjoyed to find himself handed a forest-green evening gown that looked straight out of the wardrobe of Rita Hayworth. Morty always appreciated a chance to alter aesthetics to his liking. He was a director after all, and Luigi liked receiving direction– so long, of course, as it came from someone he trusted. They understood each other's tastes... had a shared interest in making each other happy... and making each other happy was so ridiculously easy. Over dinner they talked about everything they loved, barely understanding one another when they broached niche topics, but looking on in adoration as the other unraveled the different corners of the world they never even knew to be so beautiful– cinematography, photography, architecture, gardening, interior design, cooking... Then came the dancing. Four ghosts struck up a string quartet, and as Luigi moved to the ballroom where phantoms spun about in each other's arms, he was surprised to find Morty trying to stay at the dinner table. "I love the aesthetics of it, but I must admit I never learned!" he explained with a tiniest hint of regret in his voice. "Here... you dance, and I'll watch you!" Morty shut one eye and framed up a shot with his hands, like he was already envisioning a film based on the scene. Luigi would have none of it. With a smile and a shake of his head he took the director by the hand and gently guided him to the dance floor. Though Luigi didn't consider himself any sort of expert, knew enough to help a novice along in a simple waltz.

"It doesn't have to be perfect. Doesn't even have to look good at all!" He placed one of the ghost's chilly blue hands on his shoulder while taking the other hand in his own. "Just... move with me. We'll figure it out."

Morty looked uncomfortable only for a second, but his expression quickly blossomed into a playful smile. "Oh-ho! Looks someone's taking charge!" "Well, I do like to be number one, sometimes," Luigi retorted with equal playfulness, punctuating the comment by dipping Morty so low to the ground, they both couldn't help but laugh. "Forget the angle and the lighting for a moment, okey dokey?" Luigi continued, speaking much softer now as– in a moment of boldness– he tugged Morty back up into a close embrace, swaying with him to the music as a calvary of colorful ghosts whirled above and around them. "Just dance."

[drachenbanner]

AUF DER FINSTERWACHT - DIRECTOR'S CUT Ulrik looked around. There were even more companions who had escaped death, only to choose to rush towards it again. Golgari may have had mercy upon them, and had not yet carried them to the realm of the dead on black wings, but now, he mocked them. They had to cross the forest - enemy territory, a trap made of dense trees, treacherous undergrowth, and steep slopes, perfect for ambushes. Carefully watching the treacherous shadows, Ulrik and his companions moved towards the ruins where they sought to light the signal fire. Only the thought of the high flames that promised warning and protection for the borderland drove them forward. Hunger and pain were a distant memory that had to be forgotten. They quenched their thirst with the little water they had with them. The arrow struck Firl as suddenly as Rhodra's lightning, bringing an end to his luck and his dreams. His plans for a time after the orcs were snuffed out - peace, a small farmstead, all gone. Helpless, Ulrik could do nothing more than leave his brother in arms behind, sacrificing him in the one task that drove everyone forward: the signal fire.

[skeefy]

Esta en español

[formalmess]

here we are, yet again! we’ve got some familiar and brand new faces this chapter. what shenanigans will luigi get himself into this time? read and find out... mwahaha... >:3c

[o-crud]

Spreading my “Stagehand Rob & Showstopper Mortem” propaganda

[gloriousmonsters]

the brief hope and excitement i lived in between the time i found out there was a renfield movie and actually watching the trailer was... a precious time

[they-them-that]

I only watched Rick and Morty clips but the way the teen girls were designed and behaved were immediate red flags. Not to judge anyone for overlooking it, especially since it's tragically common in adult comedy, but how women and girls are portrayed is very indicative of the writer's personality.