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[legobiwan]

First chapter of Expiate

Crossposted to Ao3

Super Paper Mario, brotherly angst

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It has to be a trick, some sleight of hand, some mischief perpetrated by that damned jester and his creepy mask. 

They had fought before. They were brothers, of course they had fought. Rolling around at their father’s feet under a rickety kitchen table, vying for the single plastic wrench from their grungy, second-hand playset. Wrestling each other on a littered baseball field in Dyker Beach Park, old cigarette butts sticking to their clothes. And then there had been the infamous melee in the hallway of St. Ephram’s, lockers thundering with each impact as they threw each other about in a blind rage, the aftermath of Luigi being threatened with expulsion after the incident in religion class.

But now, all he can do is stare as his brother cackles wildly, leaping to the top of an eight-story-high robot, boasting of his spiritual bond with the towering head before jumping into the cockpit, letting loose a stream of scorching lasers. Mario can’t get his limbs to move, can’t form the commands in his brain that would lead him away from this awful scene. And he’s lost the plot somewhere, because now they’re back in space , Luigi’s monstrous creation giving chase to Peach and Squirps, who are hightailing it to the nearest asteroid cluster for cover.

His brother was working for Count Bleck. His brother was trying to end the world.

His brother was trying to kill him.

Mario laughs, his gut convulsing, again and again, each throb stronger than the last. It begins to hurt after a minute, but he can’t stop himself, bobbing up and down in the vast nothingness of space with each pained chortle. 

The terrible discord echoes throughout the glass container fixed on his head, so much so he almost doesn’t hear the shriek as Brobot careens through the nearest nebula, gargantuan amber eyes emerging from starry destruction. Two dark vortices track a direct line his way, pools of malice and motor oil racing through a hazy curtain of glistening starlight and noxious ozone.

This is it, he thinks as the robot’s jaw unhinges, revealing a cavernous maw of angry geared teeth guarding a needle-pointed tongue curled in violent anticipation. The robot’s engines give a mighty roar, the backdraft pushing Mario’s bobbing trajectory in reverse before he feels the pull of a massive inhalation, Brobot sucking dust and asteroids and all kinds of space matter into its dark, alloyed throat. Mario’s survival instinct finally kicks into gear as he flails his limbs in every direction, searching for purchase, any anchor that will save him from being swallowed and digested by his brother’s murderous invention.

It’s too late, though, any hope of survival already halfway down the robot’s hungry gullet. He tries to remember the Prayer of Divine Mercy, one final supplication for forgiveness for both him and his brother, but the words won’t come. Brobot’s breath is searing down his neck when there’s a tug on his overalls, space flipping in all directions as Luigi shoots past him, leaving a trail of half-chewed, calescent detritus in his wake. 

A meaty hand slaps the face of his helmet. 

“Get your head in the game, Red!” Bowser hisses, claws digging into Mario’s upper arm. “This guy and his stupid robot mean business.”

This guy and his stupid robot are now trailing Peach and Squirps through a cluster of squarish mini-moons, jaw still unhooked as Brobot attempts to vacuum everything in its path, obliterating stars, comets, even small planets. It tries to devour Peach, who cuts a hard turn to the right, barely avoiding a fiery exhale, the hem of her skirt blistered and smoking as she clings to brave, little Squirps. Mario doesn’t know if it’s possible to be sick in space, if gravity would lock his disgust in his churning gut. He swallows down the acrid tang of bile, swearing to every saint he can name that whoever’s sick ploy this is, whoever had even a finger to do with what has become of his brother - he will tear them limb from limb while they scream for a mercy Mario will never allow.

It’s a close thing. The robot is good, the man driving it even better, the synthesis of expert engineering guided under a malevolent, deft hand. The three of them huddle under Peach’s impenetrable parasol, volleys of rocket fire bouncing off the shimmering pink fabric, again and again until even the seemingly inviolable shield begins to belch smoke. There’s a lull in the downpour of blaster fire, a small opening, so thin Mario thinks he may need Slim to fit through it. He doesn’t allow himself to think, launching upwards, using a protesting Bowser’s shell as leverage, catapulting himself right to the bulbous antenna of the robot. In quick succession, Mario deals it a thunderous blow, stomping with all his might as the orb finally cracks. He leaves Boomer behind for good measure, the little PIxl seeming to have grasped the gravity of the situation as he ignites with exceptional alacrity. 

The resulting cataclysm sends shards of metal and wiring spraying in all directions, flowers of conflagration blossoming in quick time, a bouquet of iron-wrought carnage.

The elation of victory, the downward rush in the bloodstream, is quickly dispelled. Luigi won’t be emerging from that smoking wreckage unharmed, if he emerges at all. Mario’s heart bounds up his throat, threatening to push his Adam’s apple straight through his skin as he makes to rush towards the remains of the violent creation, which, along with the rest of them, have fallen back into the Whoa Zone, onto solid ground. He’s held back, both arms stuck in a firm grip on either side by Peach (whose wide eyes and tight lips tell him all he needs to know about her knowledge of the situation) and Bowser (who loudly opines that Mario has lost his damn mind). 

Mario can only pray as the smoldering wreckage sends plumes of toxic clouds skyward, can only send entreaties up and down, left and right, into any direction or dimension he can think of that the man in the wreckage is not his brother, that it’s a lie, a mirage. He tells himself they’re back in the gaudy D-Dimension, that maniacal labyrinth of mirrors and deceit, but before he can convince himself of the lie, Mario sees something emerging from what was an amber iris, a peek of green and black. Luigi clambers out of the wreckage. He’s panting, dirty, his tunic and pants ripped and stained. Mario swears he sees a trickle of blood running down a now exposed forearm but Luigi wipes the sweat from his mouth with the back of his arm, giving them a feral smile as he boasts of future victories, allowing for one last verbal swipe at “Mr. Jumpsallthetime” before he opens a dimensional portal and disappears into nothingness.

Mario staggers towards the heap of crumpled metal, left ankle barking with the movement. There’s going to be an ugly trail of bruises come tomorrow, a haphazard map drawn up his left thigh all they way to his back. He pauses under what was once the robot’s mustache, hands going to his knees, catching a breath, then another and another and he can’t stop, in and out, in and out breathing was he always this aware of breathing why can’t he catch his breath he can’t breathe he can’t he can’t he can’t -

A soft hand finds the back of his neck, rubbing gently at the swollen, red skin, another wrapping around his waist, a familiar voice giving hushed instructions. Numbers, it sounds like. One, two, three, four, that’s right, Mario. Now exhale, one, two, three, four. Let’s do it again. One, two, three, four…

Color is the first to bleed back into his reality, the angular, neon scribbles of the Whoa Zone’s floor swirling in Mario’s vision. The rest of the world follows soon after - the stale odor of burnt metal an uneasy mix with the lingering chill of outer space. He shivers. Peach still has him half-wrapped in her soot-stained arms, the hem of her dress ragged and torn, tie-dyed in dark scorch marks. A quick glance across the way reveals a wide-eyed Bowser gaping in their direction and it’s almost funny, Bowser’s toothy gawking, if it weren’t so serious, the truth of their situation being shared in half-whispers between Tippi and Squirps. Questions about the “bad man,” the “creep,” the “evil guy who hurt me,” and it’s that last one that nearly sends Mario back into another spiral, that threatens to unravel his tenuous hold on reality. (His brother beat up a child ).

He focuses on the floor. On the rough denim bunched beneath his fingers. On Peach’s voice, scolding Tippi and Squirps into lowering their voices. 

“Is Squirps okay?” Mario asks in an attempt to distract himself from his thoughts (Bad man. Creep. Evil guy. He can’t stop replaying the conversation, a sick, infinite loop woven in braids of guilt and horror. Luigi is the bad guy). Mario’s voice is ragged, hoarse and he’s yet to unlock his hands from his knees, yet to right himself from his bent-over position. 

“He’ll be okay,” Peach answers, still rubbing circles on Mario’s back. “A little sore and a little scared,” she adds after a moment, breaking the massaging rhythm, inserting a rest that lasts a beat too long.

Peach clears her throat. When she speaks again, she almost sounds apologetic. “Maybe he didn’t mean to - “

Mario shoots to full height, ignoring the protests from his aching back, the electric trill shooting up from his battered ankle. He turns to Peach, making a show of patting at least some of the space matter from his overalls. He gives his cap a brief inspection, patting it down as well, sending a miniature plume of dust skyward before replacing it firmly on his head. “We need to move forward,” he says, voice still struggling against smoke-bruised vocal cords. “We can’t get distracted. There’s too much on the line,” he adds, gesturing at the swollen violet wound in the sky. 

Peach’s mouth forms a thin line, her gaze searching Mario, reaching into his thoughts, a fine, taut line of shimmering gold. She says nothing, only giving Mario a shallow nod. She won’t push him on the issue. Not now. Not with so much at stake. 

There will be time to grieve later.

It’s a somber processional to the dimensional portal.

Tippi is already waiting at the threshold, wings flittering in impatience, Squirps curled in on himself on the ground beneath her. Mario trails Peach and Bowser, who exchange hushed words, Bowser throwing an occasional wide-eyed glance in Mario’s direction.

“Did that green jerk land a solid hit or something?” he hears Bowser mutter. “Is that why Red’s acting so weird?”

Peach shakes her head. “He’s fine,” she lies. “He has to be.”

[jinxx8]

The liquor on your lips makes you dangerous

[halalhyungwon]

boy, just u, lucid dream, water! c:

hehe hi bonnie~ ♡

♂️ boy - do you have a crush on anyone?

no i donttt my life is so boring and lackluster I dont have anyone to crush on :(( it's just me and my biases for now 😞🤧

☺ just u - name 3 things that you like about yourself

my hands, my thighs and i like to think i'm amicable??

😴 lucid dream - do you have any dreams you vividly remember?

I dooo. it's usually bits & pieces that I remember most clearly and not the entire dream but yeah. most recently I had a dream I went to a oneus fansign, and a few years ago i had a couple dreams with seungcheol (back when he was at the Top of my bias list,,) that I still remember bc we were friends and would hug and omg it was so soft :(( also also I had a dream I was hanging out with jihoon and he was really smiley and giggly and i think abt it a lot tbh :((

🌊 water - what do you like to do on rainy days?

the same thing i like to do on most days lmao,, curl up in bed and watch dramas or videos or scroll thru tumblr..

thanks for asking~~

• the boys asks •

[flameontheotherside]

Thirsty 😫

I'm chugging on a ton of water before getting my lab work done including std testing and shit. Not at all concerned about the outcome except for chances of Pre-diabetes. Anyway, in the car, Jason had a serious talk with me about being careful..... 🙄 Because I'm so "beautiful" and blah blah blah. It's not a real compliment coming from the dudes at the shelter. It's kind of sad. Well Erik says I need to just stick around Jason because basically he's the only one who is looking out for me.

Yeah basically what Ive been doing all along. However he's hearing other men talk about me. Well what makes me irritated is that I know they are all garbage and some of them are jealous because Jason and I hang out. 🤦🏼‍♀️ It's completely rediculous. Especially since I'm not in any way shape or form someone to be fucked with. Jason only reminded me that I can't get gullible. Keeping me in check and I appreciate it.

He's been coaching me on what to say.

Like to my Psychiatrist and caseworker about getting an emotional support animal. He thinks I'm going to have a panic if they give me a hard time. It's only true because being kept at that shelter is slowly making me spaz-out in to oblivion. 🙃 I don't want to have a complete meltdown. Being without Odin is hard.

So im waiting to get my blood work done and then Angela comes in. 😆 I've been avoiding her for so long. She talks a lot. This is the lady I wrote about before who thought she could "save me". She was on her phone AT THE CHURCH she took me to as a guest! 😂 Shes so pious that for trying to avoid a bad shelter. So she was looking at occupied cheap hotels during the whole sermon. The preacher was giving a message she needed to hear and she ignored the whole thing. Later that day, I got in to a good/decent shelter and she had to stay at a nasty dump. She's still struggling. 😆 Sorry but I don't feel bad for her. She was rude.

Erik I think rolled his eyes at her kind of like this:

😘💞💕❤️ Have a great day!

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ROLEPLAYING HISTORY.

The rules are simple! Post ten characters you’d like to role play as, have role played as, and might bring back. Then tag ten people to do the same (if you can’t think of ten characters, just write down however many you can and tag the same amount of people). Aside from that, please repost instead of reblog!

Currently Playing

F/risk ( UT )

That’s it

Want to Play

My DND OC

Any OC 

M/ei L/ing Z/hou ( OW )

K/yoka J/irou ( B/NHA ) ( need to catch up tho )

Have Played

( I’m just putting down tumblr muses cause good god )

Emily ( C/orpse B/ride )

P/eko P/ekoyama ( S/D/R2 )

M/arie M/jolnir ( S/oul E/ater )

C/hell ( P/ortal 2 )

Caroline ( P/ortal 2 )

Rick / A/dventure C/ore ( P/ortal 2 )

R/iver S/ong ( DW )

T/oph B/ei Fong ( A/TLA )

K/aruta R/oromiya ( I/nu x Boku SS )

My OC Mina Hashita 

S/aki M/orimi ( H/igashi no E/den )

K/ousaka Ouji ( M/irai N/ikki )

Tagged By @mettatoniic thank you Monique this was fun ! <3

Tagging @thcvillain @matxrna @succyu @piadosc @kinetictouch and whoever wants to do it !

[ganseyrc]

Rules: Answer these 85 statements and tag 20 people.  I was tagged by: @madi-starlight Tagging: I don’t know who to tag but if you wanna do it, just do it (I’d enjoy reading it).

The last

1.Drink: Water.

2.Phone call: I avoid that.

3.Text message: A friend who’s birthday is today.

4.Song you listened to: Learn to go by Kesha.

5.Time you cried: I don’t remember but I’m always on the verge of crying.

6.Dated someone twice: I’ve never dated anyone (not really).

7.Kissed someone and regretted it: not a real kiss but I do regret it.

8.Been cheated on: Haven’t.

9.Lost someone special: My old dog, about five years ago.

10. Been depressed: When I was 16-17.

11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: I’ve never been drunk.

3 favourite colours

12. Blue.

13. Yellow.

14. Turquoise.

In the last year have you

15. Made new friends: No, I haven’t left the house without my mom.

16. Fallen out of love: No, but I do have a lot of (internet) crushes, it’s annoying.

17. Laughed until you cried: I think I did, probably watching a video.

18. Found out someone was talking about you: I’m paranoid, I always think I’ve caught my family talking about me.

19. Met someone who changed you: Maybe.

20. Found out who your friends are: I still don’t know.

21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: ew no.

General:

22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: I know them all, I only have my friends from school/university, and family.

23. Do you have any pets: Yes, the love of my life, my everything aka my dog, his name is Bunny.

24. Do you want to change your name: No, I love my name.

25. What did you do for your last birthday: spent my day in bed, only two friends and my family congratulated me.

26. What time did you wake up: 7:30-8:30 am idk

27. What were you doing at midnight last night: I think I was reading or watching videos about cameras.

28. Name something you can’t wait for: To have my camera and leave my family.

29. When was the last time you saw your mom: 15 minutes ago, she’s downstairs.

31. What are you listening to right now: Alone / Without you - Daughter

32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: No.

33. Something that is getting on your nerves: my family, I just want to be chill but they’re always complaining.

34. Most visited website: youtube, tumblr, twitter and instagram app.

35. Hair color: Dark brown.

36. Long or short hair: Short.

37. Do you have a crush on someone: Maybe? My internet crushes. I don’t know how one of them looks like but I just like his personality so much (I hate having these feelings, I’m just want someone to love).

38. What do you like about yourself: My eyes, my eyelashes, my messy eyebrows, my body (dude, I’m hot af), that I’m a quick learner. You know everyone has a friend that can do anything? I can be that friend.

39. Piercings: ears piercing 

40. Blood type: O+

41. Nickname: Ari

42. Relationship status: Single, loving myself.

43. Zodiac: Gemini.

44. Pronouns: She/her/them.

45. Favourite tv show: Sense8.

46. Tattoos: None.

47. Right or left handed: Right handed.

48. Surgery: Wisdom teeth surgery 

50. Sport: None.

51. Vacation: I’ve only been to Morelos because my aunt lives there.

52. Pair of trainers: I have three pairs of vans and two pairs of nikes.

MORE GENERAL

53. Eating: Nothing.

54. Drinking: I’ve been drinking water all day.

55. I’m about to: learn some French

56. Waiting for: my camera, an exam, a good friend, leave my family.

57. Want: Someone to cuddle with.

58. Get married: Maybe.

59. Career: I could be an English teacher but I don’t want to.

WHICH IS BETTER

60. Hugs or kisses: Hugs.

61. Lips or eyes: Eyes.

62. Shorter or taller: Taller.

63. Older or younger: Older but if it’s younger the limit is two-three years younger.

64. Nice arms or nice stomach: Stomach.

65. Hookup or relationship: Relationship.

66. Troublemaker or hesitant: Hesitant.

HAVE YOU EVER:

67. Kissed a stranger: No.

68. Drank hard liquor: Yes (I hate it). 

69. Lost glasses/contact lenses: No.

70. Turned someone down: Many times.

71. Sex on the first date: No. I’ve never been to a date.

73. Had your heart broken: Yes, but not the romantic type of hart broken.

74. Been arrested: No.

75. Cried when someone died: My old dog.

76. Fallen for a friend: No really.

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

77. Yourself: Now I do.

78. Miracles: Definitely

79. Love at first sight: Yes, kind of.

80. Santa claus: No.

81. Kiss on the first date: I don’t care

82. Angels: Yes.

OTHER:

84. Eye colour: DARK brown.

85. Favourite movie: The Fall, 

[majesticserenityx]

Would You rather *fall edition*

Autumn would you rather🍂🍁 Found this on tumblr from one of the amazing blogs I am following, shout out to you guys! 🍂Would you rather: 1. Go apple picking V.S. Going on a hay ride Hay ride haha it sounds so much more fun! 2. Scary V.S. Sweet Why not both? 3 Sweaters V.S. Boots Sweaters. Sweaters are my aesthetic lol. 4. Socks V.S. Mittens Socks I hate things suffocating my hands. 5. Bonfires V.S. Football Bonfires. Football not really a fan. 6. Trick or Treating V.S. Watch Scary movies Trick or treating! 7. Apple Pie V.S. Pumpkin Pie Never ate pie. I suck ik. But, apple? 8. Halloween V.S. Thanksgiving Halloween 9. Bake Pie V.S. Bake Cookies Bake cookies! I love cookies! Ecspecially jungkookie! 10. Rain V.S. Fog Rain rain rain and more rain haha 11. Black Cats V.S. Owls Black cats! 12. Ghosts V.S. Wizards Wizards! What's up team Gryffindor!? 13. Harry Potter V.S. Halloweentown Oh shit! Harry potter! Sorry... 14. Go Hiking V.S. Sleep in Depends! I love a good hike tho! 15. Cinnamon V.S. Nutmeg Cinnamon! 16. Reading V.S. Writing Reading. I love love to read. 17. Hot Chocolate V.S. Tea Hot choco! I love it honestly. 18. Live in a Cabin In a Forest V.S. Have it be fall 24/7 This one is hard for me. I would love to live in a cabin in the woods its my dream home but fall is the best. Not choosing! 19. Candy Apples V.S. Caramel Apples Candy apples. 20. Blankets V.S. Pillows Blankets. Lots and lots of blankets! 21. Roasted marshmallows V.S. Roasted Chestnuts Chestnuts! 22. Coffee V.S. Apple Cider Coffee! 23. Red Leaves V.S. Orange Leaves Orange! 24. Braids V.S. Bows Braids 25. Scented Candles V.S. The Smell of Fresh Baked Goods The smell of baked goods. Bath and body works has this great perfume the smell of marshmallow pumpkin spice! 26. Carve Pumpkins V.S. Make Pumpkin Pie Carve pumpkins! I love to see the things I can come up with! 27. Pumpkin Spice Lattes V.S. Chai Tea Lattes Pumpkin spice. Ahhh i feel warm inside! 28. Coats V.S. Oversized Sweaters Oversized sweaters! I love oversized shizzz! 29. Beanies V.S. Berets Beanies 30. Candy Corn V.S. Peanut Butter Cups Honestly what is candy corn? Peanut butter cups obvi! 31. S'mores V.S. Apple Crisp The vegan way of smores! 32. Jump In a Pile of Leaves V.S. Swing on a Tire Swing Ahhh my childhood involves both. BRING BACK THE TIMES! 33. Corn Maze V.S. Haunted House Bothhhhh once again! Haha 34. Bob For Apples V.S. Visit a Pumpkin Patch Visit a pumpkin patch! We're going later in the week! @rinarraven 35. Whipped Cream on Hot Chocolate V.S. Marshmallows on Hot Chocolate Lol neither honestly. 36. The smell of pumpkin guts V.S. rotting leaves? Ughhh both! 37. Sweet V.S. salty pumpkin seeds? Salty! Yummm 38. Store bought V.S. pumpkin patch pumpkins? Pumpkin patch. Nothing less. 39. Wool V.S. knit sweaters? Knit. Wool is itchy. 40. Halloween party V.S. exploring haunted places? Ahh this is a toughy! Both? 41. Candy corn V.S. mellowcreme pumpkins? Mellowcreme! 42. Apple cider donuts V.S. pumpkin donuts? Apple cider! 43. The Nightmare Before Christmas V.S. Hocus pocus ? Hocus Pocus! I mean just last night I watched The nightmare before Christmas with @rinarraven but hocus pocus holds a special place in my heart. 44. Scary costume V.S. something silly? I love both! 45. Still, silent nights V.S. rainy, windblown ones? I love the rain, so rainy windblown ones! 46. Monster movies V.S. their classic novels? Their classic novels. I love a good book! 47. Witches V.S. ghosts? I mean witches duhh 48. Raking leaves V.S.climbing trees? Bothhhh! 49. Ouija boards V.S. ghost stories around a campfire? Ghost stories around a campfire! The outdoors and sharing memories are my favorite. 50. Frankenweenie V.S. The Corpse Bride? Omg I love the corpse bride!