#luigi in a dress is still the best thing ever

[galaxygermdraws]

Drawin this was an emotional rollercoaster because my computer decided to freeze while I was coloring the lineart meaning I was almost done. Had to restart it. But the art is finished this is legitimately one of my favorite things from official Mario media. Like. It’s great. 

(reblogs with tags/comments are appreciated. Thankyu)

[muzaktomyears]

Two of Us play notes/thoughts/Easter eggs I noticed

they played solo Beatles tracks as waiting music before the play began so I sat there listening to ‘Monkberry Moon Delight’ with a theatreful of people which was great 

before Paul turns up John is baking(/burning) bread

John is wearing underwear under his dressing gown which obvs had to be but also my suspension of disbelief was CHALLENGED

when Paul rings up to be let in John does a little rhyme to make him prove he is who he says he is. this is not the exact wording but it went something like: "Five little boys in Hamburg did play/All through the night and all through the day/Ingrid the stripper would do anything/But who got the clap? Was it sexy Stu Sutcliffe - or the lead singer in Wings?" and then Paul has to admit it was him who got the clap

when Paul takes his shoes off he also takes his socks off - idk if this is an intentional barefoot Paul thing but it is hilarious later when they're fighting and Paul is about to leave and angrily putting his socks back on

John and Paul have Get Back era hair/beards, which is weird - presumably because they assume people going to see this will also have seen Get Back but might not know their 1976 looks as well?? idk

some of the dialogue and references have been made a bit more British - the skit they do at the piano is now set in a British greasy spoon instead (still with the American accents)

instead of fighting "like the Hatfields and McCoys" they're now fighting like "the Montagues and the Capulets" (👀)

'Sh-Boom' is played on the record player while they smoke weed (Paul uses the album cover to roll the joint)

George and Ringo both get more of a mention! Paul says that George is happy now (John replies that he's not happy, he's reincarnated). John tells Paul a story Ringo told him about going on a bus in NYC and being recognised.

"I'm the best fuck you ever had" is said by John during the fight (Paul replies "If that's your way of saying you were the real brains behind the Beatles-" etc. etc.)

"You should have married me when you had the chance" is said by John during the Yoko/losing my friend bit

"It's only me" as John's way to get Paul not to leave after the fight

when John goes out to get disguises for them Paul sits at the piano and starts playing some notes he finds there (he'd asked about them earlier and John had said they're nothing). we get a few notes of 'Now and Then' before John returns (ghjshgkhgkdshgksd who did this I HATE YOU)

the appearance of the I Love Paul badge!! John wears it on his disguise jacket and Paul asks what it says. John tells him and then Paul replies "Lucky Paul".......

they never go outside in this version - John says he'll go but then thinks better of it. this means that John comes across as even more locked away than he does in the film.

the police bit is sort of done when Paul puts on a leather hat from the disguises and pretends to be a policeman come to question John, who John then talks back at. he also yells out of the window at some police below at one point.

Paul realises they're never actually going to Luigi's, so John lays the table for him as if they're at a restaurant together (including calling him "Lady McCartney" and "my love")

the bit with the fan is sort of recreated but instead it's John asking Paul whether he truly thinks Wings at the Speed of Sound is the number 1 record in America (which obvs changes it quite a lot)

Julian is brought up - they're toasting to various people/things (ending with "Dr. Winston O'Boogie and Paul Ramon") and Paul says "to Julian" and sort of confronts John about him and how he treated him

during the toasting Paul also mentions "putting hair on a seagull's chest" which John questions and then Paul says it's something his dad used to say

I thought the lift scene/roof scene wouldn't be happening... BUT THEN a lift descended from the ceiling ❤️ the magic of theatre

the kiss still happens and idk but I thought the vibe was a bit different from the film version - less jokey (and no lines after about brushing his teeth/is my name Brian)

Paul: I bought into it that you and me didn't get along well (paraphrasing the Stephen Colbert interview)

they hug at the end of the roof conversation (I was sat very close to this since the actors come in front of the stage to do it and they were both crying and it WAS ALL TOO MUCH 😭😭)

John gets them two guitars to practice with before they go out and they sit opposite each other in chairs and Paul says “I know which one to begin with” and John says “What?” and they lean forward and then the phone rings

when Paul leaves John he’s crying and it’s like okay rip out my heart I guess

the play ends with Paul on the phone to Linda and John on the phone to Yoko, at opposite sides of the stage, and they say “I love you” to their wives but also to each other and it’s ridiculous????

yeah then ‘Give Peace a Chance’ plays which is such a bizarre choice idek

anyway who knows if it's a good play or what the actual people there thought about it because obvs I can have no rational reaction to it but I'm so glad I went to see it because someone on the writing team is one of us I SEE YOU

[makncheese12]

Locked up

Request: Can I have uuuhhhh…. A45 - person A being a small ball of aggression while person B is a big teddy bear with Tara Carpenter as Person A (maybe not agressive but how Tara is, maybe a bit grumpy and moody) and Reader as person B? And also maybe that R is Flustered around Tara ◡̈

Warning: suggestive themes, Tara being kinky, bad words and that’s it I think?

A/N: I just figured something out and I love doing it sm.

Part 2?

Tara Carpenter x G!p!reader

A fight between Tara and Sam is always hell, both trying to always be right which made it all go in a constant circle. You were usually the main cause of them and because of that they seemed to be getting more and more frequent as Tara healed over time after Woodsboro. The aftermath was always you having to listen to Tara rant in your own apartment not too far from their shared one.

And every time you took it upon yourself to tell Sam she was with you knowing the older carpenter was probably freaking out each second Tara was gone. She tried to hate you for it — how you would rage along whenever she would sneak off to parties or sneak into their apartment or sneak Tara out — but it was no use, you were too sweet and always protected Tara so she settled for subtle glares and small comments whenever you were near.

The relationship itself confused Sam and many others around you. While you were quiet and reserved, Tara was out going and wanted to be out there. Which made her wonder why you just followed her where ever she decided to go.

Let’s not forget the size difference. How could she?When she first met you at the hospital she had to admit, she was both surprised and intimidated but you seemed to be far more intimidated by the older sister. Your personality was completely different from your looks which made everything far more confusing to the girl.

How can someone so big be so soft for her grumpy short sister? She had no clue.

But here you say on the couch at a random costume party hosted by some chick you’ve never met with a red solo cup full something you didn’t dare ask when Chad gave it to you in your black tank top and orange cargo pants dressed as a prisoner, per Tara’s request to match her. It was Tara’s way of rebelling against her sister and to prove that she was her own woman.

Music blaring loudly, the entire house dark with flashing lights, and people moved and danced closely. Something you weren’t fond of but still went along with the group because Tara seemed so excited about it.

In the dark room you catch sight of Chad in his zombie football player costume, a classic and boring one but then again it was last second. And not too far behind him was Ethan in his… Yoshi costume… the large hat stuck out and you began to realize why he didn’t have a girlfriend, he made up for it with his awkward charm though.

You had a few shots with the two and allowed Chad to make you a drink mixed with different things you dare not drink out of before slipping away onto the empty couch.

That left Mindy, Anika and Tara who were most likely somewhere playing a game having something to do with alcohol.

Suddenly, a girl in a Mario costume takes a seat next to you. At least she could have made it look cute, it was just a red t-shirt with an ‘M’ on it and black shorts.

Another group stood nearby watching and giggling. You notice another girl who wore the same thing but as Luigi. Oh great.

A few beats of silence goes by before she speaks. “Hey, do I know you from somewhere?” she asks with a smile before leaning in and as soon as she does your nose is filled with her excessive amount of body spray. Not even the good kind.

“Uh,” you start before looking through out the dark room to see if you can find any of your friends but not even Ethan’s Yoshi hat was in sight. “No, I don’t think so?” You say, slightly scooting away from the girl and sipping your drink, face scrunching up after taking your first sip not knowing how strong it really was.

Another best of silence, the music sending vibrations through your body. “Oh, I know!” She yells and you flinch slightly, not sure how she managed to make her voice louder than the music that shook the house but she did.

“You’re that cute tall girl in my astronomy class!” She says and your eyes snap to the side giving her a side eye glare. You didn’t recognize her from the class but then again you didn’t exactly pay attention to the people, not trusting anyone enough to make new friends.

Now you see what Sam meant when she called you ‘anti-social Godzilla’ the other night when Tara made you stay the night with her.

“You, like, sit in the back of the class.” She says excitedly and scoots a little closer. Too close for comfort, your face scrunches up slightly from the mass amount of perfume wafted into your face as she gets closer, saying something you could no longer hear as the music suddenly got louder and the DJ spoke into his mic.

“Huh?” You call out as her mouth continued to move but nothing really comes out or rather you don’t hear anything. This seems to make her move closer, a bad choice in the eyes of the brunette who watched not too far away.

Anger couldn’t describe what she was feeling as she watched the girl lean closer toward you. She would never admit to being jealous out loud but here she was, watching your face scrunch up as you tilt your head at the girl.

It wasn’t often she felt this way, not at all. Even before you started dating you didn’t show any interest in anyone else but her and that’s exactly how she got you to ask her out so she didn’t have to. And even now she trusted you never to betray her trust but that didn’t stop others from pursuing you anyway.

And that made her blood boil. How could they not know your taken with the necklace that had her initials on it? Or the fact that you had faint hickeys on your neck left by her? Maybe they just took advantage of the fact that you were a push over or they were just dumb.

That’s what this blonde bitch must have been. Straight up dumb.

She had seen her staring at you on campus and made it her mission to show that you were together by being all over you. Holding your hand, hugging you, kissing you, sitting in your lap, all of it. But apparently that just wasn’t enough.

“I think we should jump her.” Mindy says out of no where, face close to Tara’s to see what she was looking at. She was slightly crouched down and looked stupid doing so in her miles morales spider man suit as it bunched up in different places.

“Me too.” Tara huffs out as she crosses her arms, a small smirk appears on her faces as you pull away as the girl gets closer.

“Or you could just intervene without getting physical by pulling Y/N away.” Anika interjects in her spider Gwen outfit as she takes a shot.

“I like Mindy’s idea better.” Tara says, narrowing her eyes as the girl gets closer once again. “I’ll start by pushing her down and we can start kicking, Anika can record.” Mindy gums out as she stands up straight.

Tara definitely liked the idea, and even more so when the girl placed her hand on your arm.

“Don’t instigate, you’ll make her want to lock up Y/N for the night.” Anika hits Mindys chest as she gets closer, holding another shot before gesturing to Tara’s police costume.

Tara’s eyes light up at the idea and suddenly she was glad she went full cop mode with her costume. Taser and pepper spray that Sam forced her to carry around on her hips along with a radio, fake gun or rather it’s holster, and a pair of hand cuffs.

Oh, she definitely liked that idea and Anika smirked at the face Tara made when she suggested the idea.

Tara quickly took the handcuffs out of her belt loop and cuffed one of her wrist before making a beeline for you and just in time for the girl to get even closer. This fueled her speed of getting to you.

“Shoot me a thumbs up if you change your mind and want to go with plan A!” She heard Mindy’s voice faintly as the music blared in her ears.

As soon as she was close enough she hooked the other half of the hand cuffs onto the wrist the was holding your drink and locked it in, she then let go and stood up proud of herself as she glanced at you.

A confused look was spread across your face as you stared down at the hand cuffs connecting the two of you before looking up to her.

She couldn’t help but smile as a dark shade spread across your cheeks as you stared up at her, eyes wide and confused.

Her eyes snap to the girl before narrow at the annoyed look on her face. Why was she annoyed for flirting with her girlfriend. Tara felt the growing need to look back to Mindy and give her that thumbs up.

“Oops,” she says, voice sharp as she glares at the girl. “I slipped.” She sarcastically through gritted teeth as the girl rolls her eyes.

Who did this chick think she was? She couldn’t have thought you would even think about her with that basic ass costume and paint for make up.

“Don’t you have a key or something?” The girl says back, voice full of annoyance. She knew what she was doing and that was enough to make Tara want to be ghostface herself.

“I left them at home.” Tara replies before yanking your hand up to pull you up but it only caused you to drop the drink onto the floor.

“I’m thirsty and you’re all out.” She says her eyes snapping back to you as your eyes focus on the red seeping into the carpet on the floor. “Let’s go get a drink.”

You quickly got the memo when Tara pulled again but less harshly before standing up.

She smiles slightly up at you before sending the girl one last glare before slipping her bandaged and cuffed hand into yours and pulling you away.

“You slipped, huh?” You ask in a teasing tone as Tara pushes through the crowd with a huff. You apologize to the people who look back at her with a glare and move past them without bumping into them as Tara continued to shove her way through with slight resistance but she got through eventually with enough force.

“I am quite clumsy.” She replies as you near Mindy and Anika who have started a game of cup pong with two boys.

“Y/N! Great to see we didn’t have to jump a few girls to save your socially awkward ass.” Mindy replies before looking down to you and Tara’s cuffed hands.

“I didn’t take you for the kinky kind of couple.” Mindy says wiggling her eye brows before laughing when Anika hits her chest.

Tara’s eyes lightly up for a moment before quickly hiding it and smiling. Another idea for later.

Another wave of heat fills your face as you look down at Tara. Her police her was too large for her and was tilting slightly as she smirked not bothering to fix it. You would have thought it was adorable but at the moment you were a little embarrassed. “Did you actually leave the keys at home or we’re you joking?” You lean down and whisper into her as the music continues to blare, the action made her shiver lightly as her ears tinted with a pink hue.

“Oh, I have them.” She says casually as she picks up her drink she had before rushing off to get you. “But I’m not unlocking the cuffs until we get home.” She says as she holds up a red solo cup to her lips as leans into your front as she watches the game of cup pong.

You sigh out before smiling at her sudden possessiveness. It was often you got to see it but every time it always made you feel special that she wanted you all to herself.

You chuckle lightly before wrapping your arm around her and watching the game yourself as you rub her skin and bandage soothingly to help calm the girl down.

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“Wait, just slow dow-“ you start as Tara pulls your wrist harshly as she climbs up her fire escape as quietly as possible before letting out a hiss as the cuffs pinch you lightly.

“Shit! Sorry, sorry..” she says as she lowers her wrist so you no longer felt the force of being pulled up. She had insisted on keeping the cuffs on and you were beginning to wonder if she actually had the keys.

You had been pulled around all night so your wrist weren’t exactly fond of the smaller girl, especially when she made you fall a few times through out the night and pull herself down with you.

“Why didn’t you just take them off before we started crawling up?” You whisper yell as she continues her way up, her back side pressed up against your front now and you can’t help the blush the forms as her ass presses up against your pelvis area.

“I wasn’t thinking!” She whisper yells back as you both make it up to her window. “Plus, it’s cute when you blush like that.” She giggles as your face grows redder before pulling you into her room.

The lights were off in the hall around the apartment as you slipped in and nothing seemed disturbed other than the fact that you and Tara would have a hangover in the morning but you could cover that up easily.

You sigh out as you take a seat on the bed and Tara fumbles into her pocket before pulling out the keys and unlocking the cuffs with a small frown.

You rub your wrist as you watch her make her way toward her closet, peeling off clothes as she did so.

You smile lightly as you watch her pull down one of the hoodies you gave her and pull it over her head before pulling down your cargo pants and letting them hit the floor.

She quickly makes her way back to you as you scoot up the bed before straddling your waist and burying her face into your neck and letting out a soft but long sigh. You chuckle lightly as you wrap your arms around her

She felt exhausted after pulling you around most of the night, keeping you close as you danced and drank the night away. But now she was regretting it slightly as her wrist aches and her body relaxed into you as you scratched her back.

She let out another sigh before her mind wandered back to the girl who had the audacity to try her shot with you. She slowly felt the jealousy creeping back up into her and her exhaustion left as she bit you lightly.

Your body jolts slightly as her teeth connect to your skin and she can’t help but smirk as she feels something move on your lower abdomen.

“Tara…” you say in a warning tone as she eyes the hand cuffs on her bed side table. “It’s late and everyone’s asleep, so we should be too.” You sigh out as your grip tightens on the smaller girl, blush creeping into your face as you feel your own erection push against your boxers and onto her.

To this day you are astonished by this small girls strength and speed as she pulls out of your grasp and grabs something off the table. You let out another before a loud clinking catches your attention as she slides up from your waist to straddle your stomach.

Your eyes snap to her hands as she grabs your wrist and pushes them against her bed frame, slipping one cuff on and sliding it behind the railing and slips it onto your other.

You stare up, shocked by the sudden movements and their results. You yank lightly onto the cuffs and the bed frame moves, hitting the wall gently making a small noise.

Tara quickly grabs your hands and holds them still, a glare on her face as she looks down at you.

“T-tara..” you sputter out as blush once again forms across your cheeks.

“Shh,” she says leaning down, hands still on yours as her lips graze yours. “Wouldn’t want to make too much noise, now would we?” She says teasingly as a smile stretches across her face as her lust filled eyes look down into your worried ones.

“What if we get caught?” You ask, eyes locking onto the door where same could walk in any moment and catch you in such a state.

She presses her lips against yours harshly, one hand moving the your jaw as the other stays on your bound hands. Your lips move in sync as the kiss deepens further, her body pressed against yours and she slowly feels your cock harden as she does so and she can’t help but smirk lightly at how easy it was to get you going. She hadn’t even touched you and yet here you were, ready for her to start.

But there was no doubt in her mind that she was still going to touch and tease you first before starting.

The thoughts of Sam walking In immediately leave as you let out a small whine and pull against you restraints, desperate to touch the girl above you. Tara’s hand tighten on yours and her teeth nip your bottom lip. You open your mouth slightly from the sudden intrusion and she takes the opportunity to slip her tongue into your mouth.

Oh, this was going to be fun. Will it cause yet another fight between her and her sister? Yes. Does she really care at the moment? Absolutely not.

She’ll just use this as another excuse to rebel against the older Carpenter.

[batneko]

bowuigi rock star x roadie AU.

The Mario bros are still plumbers by trade, but they're friends with the guy who manages the nearby concert venue and often get roped in to help out during big shows. They're both stronger than they look, and have plenty of experience at repairs even aside from plumbing. And Luigi has always been good with machines so he takes to the new equipment with ease. Though Mario is better with people and makes friends faster, Luigi is the one that everyone comes to rely on when things go wrong.

At a concert a few years ago Mario got into an actual physical fight with the star, but since the guy was already well-known as an asshole Mario's friend pretended to "fire" him and then brought him back to help out again next week, no big deal. Just can't work the next Bowser concert, that's all.

Bowser got famous when he was only eighteen, which means he never really had to grow up. He's spent the last ten years getting his way and experiencing no consequences (as long as he punched down). However now that his son is old enough to talk about how he feels and what he wants, Bowser is starting to realize he's been absent at best and a phenomenally bad example, and wants to start being better. Too bad he has no idea how.

His star is also starting to fade, and he feels conflicted about that. He's had enough hits now that as long as he manages his portfolio well and does enough stupid celebrity appearances to keep himself in the public eye, he'll never have to work again. But he likes performing, he likes rock, he doesn't want to be the "cameo appearance by" guy. He's not even thirty yet, dammit!

So he's doing this show at a slightly-smaller venue he hadn't ever intended to return to (some little guy with a mustache tried to step to him last time), and trying to figure out how much he can cut down on touring and still be able to afford the nanny and all the stuff he likes, and some intern just told him "my grandma loves you!" and then one of the subwoofers explodes and the replacement won't work for some reason and the concert is in twenty goddamn minutes and Bowser is going to lose it.

But out of nowhere another little guy with a mustache (not the same one as before? that one got fired, right? this one's cuter anyway) turns up and fixes the replacement and gets everything back on track so efficiently that Bowser is on stage ready to go with ten minutes to spare.

Come to think of it, that same little guy had been the one organizing the roadies to unload all the equipment earlier. And Bowser's pretty sure he was running the sound check. Does he do everything around here?

In the middle of his concert as Bowser is about to start a rather raunchy song, he suddenly says, "This one goes out to the guy who fixed my subwoofer and saved the show. Come to my dressing room after and I'll thank you properly." There's laughter from the audience (plausibly-deniable bisexuality has been a part of rock music for as long as there's been rock music) and Bowser adds, "I'm not joking," and then starts the song.

After the concert, Luigi comes to his dressing room.

True to his word, Bowser is all set to get down to business, but it turns out there was some work that needed running by him and everyone figured Luigi had earned some goodwill so they made him go. He didn't even watch the concert, he was too busy working behind the scenes.

Of course this only comes out after Luigi was halfway seduced to go ahead and let an asshole rock star blow him, but Bowser is so embarrassed at the misunderstanding that he throws him out into the hallway, breathless and disheveled. A lot of people see him and a few people caught Bowser's dedication, so by the end of the night everyone assumes it happened anyway.

And that was just the Friday show. There's one more to get through tomorrow.

[smbrearranged]

Head Cannons!

So, I wanted to put out some general head cannons about the character’s personalities because why not? Luigi -He’s a soft boi but knows what he wants when he wants it and is willing to do what it takes to get it. -He’s the prince of the mushroom kingdom because Mario and his adoptive parents didn’t want him to have to stress about having too much work since he was frail as a kid. He no longer is, but it’s just how things turned out. -Luigi has a little bit of trauma from his time with Daisy. Of course things turned out okay and it was only temporary, but he won’t even look at her for things that she said and did to him over that day they were together. -Luigi sort of already knew that Bowser was hiding a big part of him. He’s not an oracle, but he occasionally has these dreams where he sees a small bit of the future and one of the things he saw was Bowser changing forms with Luigi in his arms. -He’s transgender, but genderfluid more than anything. His pronouns are He/him and he is comfortable being addressed as a prince, but he adores wearing dresses and skirts. He’s also generally more feminine in nature because of his kindness. No one judges him though, since he is the best ruler of the Mushroom Kingdom and if anyone did try to say something, they’d be facing war from Mario’s Empire.

Mario -Mario is the best older brother. Absolutely the best, he loves his little brother more than anything and when Luigi came out to him as young teens, he helped Luigi get more comfortable in his skin and helped when Luigi needed help picking a more masculine name. -Mario is not an emperor, yet! His father before him also wasn’t an emperor until after he married, so, potentially, if Mario chose to never marry but still have offspring, he’d never be emperor. Not that he minded, he was pretty content by himself. -Mario is Polyamorous! He is okay with just one partner, but he knows he needs more to be satisfied. That being said, he wants a closed relationship, he doesn’t want to have to worry about his partners getting sick because of a bad time or anything like that. -Mario is totally okay with Bowser and Luigi’s relationship and actually finds it cute! Interspecies relationships aren’t a problem for him since his and Luigi’s parents were one such couple. Their parents were a Toadette and a Bogmire by the names of Timpani and Blumiere respectively.

Peach -She’s a great girl :) the best girl and a great friend to Bowser. She never let his intimidating true appearance change her opinion of Bowser, even when he would get angry. She loves Bowser as a brother and has always cared for him and always will support him. -She becomes an ambassador for the Koopa Kingdom since she is really good at public speaking and negotiations. She doesn’t actually become a princess since she isn’t related to Bowser, but she is perfectly content with her position and is allowed to travel as she pleases between business meetings. -She isn’t exactly Poly, but she eventually ends up in a closed relationship with two people. She’s not the most active partner, but is a good compromise between their personalities and issues. She’s soft and kind, but knows when to put her foot down. She also appreciates aspects from both since one is responsible and doting while the other is strong and diligent. Peach loves both of them because they allow her to explore and be herself while still welcoming her back almost as if nothing has changed. -Peach can’t ever see her parents again, sadly, as the pipe never returns during their lifetime and her parents are left knowing that her and Bowser are either dead or lost somewhere. She regrets not calling them more often, but knows that she is much happier in this new world full of magic and beautiful scenery.

Bowser -Bowser has anger issues, but he does everything he can to keep from being violent or angry with anyone. He even commissioned a special room so that he could rage and not damage anything important in the castle. it’s full of easily made china, bats, punching bags, breakable boards, etc. He enjoys the relief it brings when he feel like he can’t control his emotions well enough. Luigi and Peach are also senses of calm for him, being able to ground him when he was starting to get mad. -He’s very uncertain with his and Luigi’s relationship at first, worried that their rushing it, but Luigi is quick to reassure him that he wouldn’t be there if he didn’t want Bowser. Luigi is also the first to initiate a kiss between them because he knows Bowser is too much of a worry wart. -Bowser adores Luigi as much as Luigi adores Bowser. He’s the first person to truly accept him and appreciate him in his true form besides Peach, and Luigi is the first person to actually like that form more than his human form. (Bowser wasn’t sure why until Luigi explained about his preferences later on in the relationship, but he was more than happy to oblige) -For whatever reason, even in Bowser’s human form, he and Luigi are never able to have a biological child. -Bowser is a righteous king and a good ruler and lover. He’s kind and knows when to step away while still being able to command respect and, when needed, fear, but he’s always looking to solve things peacefully.

Extras -Daisy is eventually tried and sent to an island that no one can reach once she’s there with only the basics to survive. She does eventually escape, but she no longer has any power and it took time for her to build herself back up to attack. -Waluigi and Wario become Bowser’s servants since they showed remorse for what happened. However, they aren’t allowed anywhere near Luigi because of his trauma. -Queen Rosalina, Queen of the Boos, does not like Bowser and thinks he is unfit to rule. -Donkey Kong, king of the Kongs, is a recluse and hides his people, however, when word reached him of a new, kinder Koopa King, he attended the coronation which introduced him to a new world of people. -Prince Boo, celestial being of the cosmos, is well known in the world and is both revered and feared. He was known to be chaotic, but only took real action when the galaxy is in danger. He enjoys teasing Luigi and eventually becomes a good friend to the human. Prince Boo does have a crush on Luigi, but for multiple reasons, he doesn’t pursue the human prince. -Koopalings for hire! They take the place of Wario and Waluigi and are basically hitmen or thugs for hire. Kamek recommends them for a simple retrieval mission and Luigi and Bowser both find the struggling kids cute and feel bad that they’ve had to live that way for so many years. They take the kids in a week after they get a very special present. Ludwig is the oldest at 17 and Larry and Lemmy are the youngest at 10. -The BeanBean Kingdom is ruled by Queen Cackletta and Prince Fawful, Their ambassadors, Bean and Peasley tried to steal Luigi’s voice to empower the Beanstar, but Prince Fawful heard of the plan and warned Luigi. Basically, the Super Star Saga plot takes place, but with altered characters and such. Mario becomes Rookie, Peach and Bowser are like Mario and Luigi, and Luigi is Peach ofc. That’s just how it goes lol. Things turn out great and Bowser, Luigi, and Mario are all able to acquire treaties with the BeanBean Kingdom. -Yoshi’s are more intelligent and have a kingdom and a super star of their own. Their king is literally named King Yoshi and is a rare Green Yoshi. -Penguins are sweet little babies that allow you to slide on them when traveling through their icy dessert hills. They are significantly larger than the ones we see in games and movies, since they are ridden, they have to be large enough to hold others. They love fish.

I have some other head cannons, but they will be answered in the fics I write for this. If anyone has any questions, I’d be happy to answer!

[super-mario-somethings]

twilight house fic ch. 1

[A/N: hello! i just wanted to put my writing out into the tumblr world and hopefully reach other fanfic writers!! plz enjoy this first chapter of my ongoing super mario fic, which is currently untitled, but there's ghosts, intrigue, cultist stuff, the works!!!]

It was just a house in the woods.

Unlike the haunted mansion he’d recently cleansed and fixed up, Luigi had known of the Twilight House since before he’d lived in the Mushroom Kingdom. Back in Brooklyn, New York, the Twilight House was the thing of children’s storybooks—not unlike the Mushroom Kingdom itself. But Luigi had seen the Kingdom, knew the castle’s corridors like the veins in his pale hands—and now, towering above him, stood the Twilight House. Most of the windows were shattered and vines twisted through its wooden frame. Various mosses grew along the foundation.

“Ready?” a delicate voice asked him from his side.

“Jesus—” Luigi jumped, already feeling spooked by the House’s atmosphere. The woman beside him chuckled and placed a reassuring hand on his arm. Dressed in leggings and a baggy T-shirt, she didn’t look like the Princess, but rather she looked like Sapphire—like her true self. Luigi felt soothed by her touch and her presence and allowed his shoulders to relax.

“Sorry,” he said. “Y-yeah, I think I’m ready.”

“Ready as we’ll ever be, right?” Sapphire winked at him, a smile on her lips. 

Every conceivable terrifying assumption about what was in the house flooded Luigi’s mind. 

“Right,” he said, doing his best to return Sapphire’s smile.

Luigi and Sapphire both grabbed their flashlights from their utility belts and clicked them on. They exchanged a glance tinged with nerves.

“All right,” Sapphire said, stepping ahead of Luigi onto the first porch step. It groaned under her weight—Luigi wondered when the last time was that anyone had stepped there. 

Sapphire reached the porch and motioned for Luigi to follow her; he quickly ascended the steps and crept closely behind her, his head on a swivel.

The porch had once wrapped around the entire house, Luigi could tell, but termites or some other critters had eaten away most of it, so that the other part of the porch was inaccessible from both sides. Luigi supposed they were lucky the front door wasn’t blocked, somehow, though he felt rather the opposite of lucky in that moment. The hand holding the flashlight trembled; Luigi fought to keep it to a minimum. 

In front of him, Sapphire took in a breath. 

“Okay,” she said through the exhale, and nudged the front door with her shoulder. The rusty hinges clattered to the ground in pieces and the door fell to the ground with a thud! 

Luigi caught Sapphire’s arm just in time to save her from falling inside with the door. 

“Are you okay?” he asked her, his voice unsteady.

Sapphire grunted and squared her shoulders, wincing.

“Yeah, but the arm you caught is gonna be sore tomorrow, I bet,” she said. “But I’d rather that than a face full of splinters from the damn door.”

Luigi chuckled softly, unable to hide the lump of fear in his throat.

Sapphire turned to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Lu, you really don’t have to come with me—I mean, I still wouldn’t go alone, but I could ask Mario or—”

Luigi thought of losing his brother again, let alone in another spooky house, and his spine straightened.

“No,” he said. “No, I…really need to do this.”

Sapphire hummed sympathetically, then let go of his shoulder.

“Just say the word, though, and we can leave. Promise.”

Luigi nodded, and she smiled. She turned back to the doorframe, peering into the blackness of the Twilight House.

“Right, then,” Sapphire said, aiming her flashlight inside. “Let’s get going.”

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Luigi frowned as he inspected the bookshelf before him, holding his breath as he dusted off the spines with his gloved fingers. Each book appeared to be leather-bound, the words on each spine inked in a script Luigi didn’t recognize.

“Saph?” Luigi called over his shoulder. He didn’t move his gaze from the shelf; a floor-to-ceiling piece, each shelf filled to bursting with knowledge.

Sapphire appeared beside him within seconds, eyes sparkling. “Oh! Books? Hell yes! What language?”

“Not sure.” Luigi pulled one volume out from the shelf at his eye level and handed it to her. “What do you think?”

“Hmm.” Sapphire took the book and shone her flashlight on it, carefully turning it over in her grasp to catch different angles in the light. 

“Something about this seems familiar,” she murmured. “Do you think I could open it if I’m careful?”

Luigi shook his head. “Remember, we’re here to collect. We’ll analyze what we collect when we get back to the lab.”

Sapphire huffed. “You’re right,” she said, kneeling to place the volume in her backpack. “Damn you and your overactive left brain…”

Luigi chuckled, his shoulders relaxing a little. Exploring and collecting with Sapphire always felt like something akin to coming home. 

Sapphire had just stood up when she furrowed her brow. “It’s…brighter in here.” 

Luigi looked around the room—sure enough, he could see parts of it that he wasn’t shining his flashlight on. “What…”

“Look!” Sapphire whispered.

Luigi followed her finger’s direction until his gaze landed on…

“The bookshelf?” Luigi said, perplexed. Either he had lost his mind, or there was a soft glow emitting from the old wood, from the aged books. He’d been staring at it for a long moment when he noticed it was getting tough to look at without squinting—was it getting brighter?

“Lu, shield your eyes!” Sapphire confirmed his fear with her command.

Luigi closed his eyes and buried his face in the crook of his elbow. Was this the end, somehow? Was this bookshelf going to bury them both in light so bright it became thick and tangible, like gelatin in the oxygen, to be choked and gagged on until they just…died? Luigi’s throat tightened and he squeezed his eyes shut tighter.

“Okay.” Sapphire’s calm tone directly juxtaposed Luigi’s own internal dialogue. “Okay. You can open your eyes.”

“What?” Luigi asked. He didn’t move.

“I’m serious, open your eyes.”

Luigi reluctantly removed his arm from his face and obliged, expecting to see Sapphire and reeling at what he saw instead.

A ghost. More specifically, a Boo—and not just any. A being Luigi believed to be King Boo hovered before him, its glowing gaze cast downward at him. A crown forged from dark metal floated above the King, a large purple gemstone seated in its center.

Before he could react, Luigi felt a cold sensation creep up behind him, and when he tried to whirl around, his entire body was stuck in place. A wave of exhaustion hit Luigi like a punch in the stomach. He felt his body relax; he still couldn’t move, but instead of being stuck upright, he fell to the ground in a heap. Luigi didn’t register that he’d hit his head on the way down; everything just went black, all at once.

[racingliners]

Euro 2020 pics Part 2!

So as mentioned in the prev post, I had six different shifts across six of the eight matches Wembley hosted (ngl I got so lucky with my shift selection).

MD1 - Group Stage: England v Scotland

My first shift was for ingress (event organiser terminology for the spectators arriving at the stadium) at Scotland v England which... was an experience. Not gonna lie I was really relieved when it was announced that there was going to be a limit on spectators as part of the covid protocols bc I don't think I would have survived dealing with 90,000 Scotland and England fans at once 😭

(Also the irony of me being half-English/half-Scottish and getting Scotland v England as my first shift... the football gods clearly love me.)

I was fully expecting the journey to the stadium to be awful but bc I have to be there hours before kick-off it was fine, though I still saw some Scotland fans on the tube and they clocked my uniform and asked me about what I was doing and wished me luck for the day which was actually really sweet.

For my first shift manicure I did my nails a pastel lime green to match the accent colours on my uniform, going super super neutral (as volunteers representing UEFA we had to be neutral anyway, but for me even more so).

Genuinely I don't think I had ever seen so many people wearing kilts on one place (a couple of people were in formal highland dress, the rest were just in football shits, kilts and trainers, sadly there wasn't many bagpipes where I was)

The one thing I remember from the day was that were my group was stationed towards the back of the stadium was so windy. It was literally early June and I was having to do star jumps to keep myself warm (either I took my hoodie as a just in case or my Sister-in-Law told me to take it, either way I was so glad I had it on under my raincoat)

As I wasn't on shift for egress (the bit where everyone leaves the stadium) I left just after kick-off with my packed lunch dinner and hot footed it back to my relatives place to avoid any carnage, pretty sure I was the only person in the whole city thrilled with a 0-0 draw dvhsjdvhdfjzhj

MD2 - Group Stage: Czech Republic v England

Besties for my second shift I came prepared. I had so much stuff in my backpack it was a good thing I was on shift for both Ingress and Egress as I struggled to fit my food bag into it before going home.

This shift was really fun as it was pretty minimal stakes, England were pretty much guaranteed to be through into the knockout stages so the spectators were mostly fine. For this shift I was based on Wembley way so I spent 90% of the time taking pictures of people with the stadium in the background. For my nails I went with a bright orange (it's my favourite colour so I had to fit it in at some point)

We were all stood down just before kick-off and were sent to the volunteer centre to have our meal, which was a sandwich, packet of crisps, fruit, chocolate, and at either this match or the next one we got some hot soup as well. The eating area was literally in the middle of Wembley arena (as in the bit where the concerts happen), which was wild but with social distancing they needed plenty of space. It was actually quite fun getting to decompress and chat with everyone.

Egress was super simple, just smiling and waving goodbye but some of us had light sticks which led to a bunch of us pretending we were in Star Wars, naturally. (I had a criminal amount of fun, sadly I had to hand the light stick back before I left).

MD3 - Round of 16: Italy v Austria

So for this shift I got given a megaphone :D

It was so much fun, obviously I used it for Serious and Official Volunteering Messages, but I did have a bit of fun by saying Buona Sera to any Italian fans which... their costumes were so good. We had Mario and Luigi and some people dressed up as pizza slices. They brough such a great vibe and were just living their best lives and were really nice to all of us. The entrance I was posted at was at the Italian end so there wasn't that many Austria fans, but I did see one lady wearing a really pretty dirndl which I complemented her on.

This match started the recurring theme all of us had of "please don't go to extra time I want to get home before midnight"... none of them listened which was very rude and bc I was a bit weary of travelling round London super late at night I asked to leave early since my London based fam live on the other side of the city to Wembley and I got back safely!

For this match I did my nails bright pink, and if you ever want a good picture of your manicure take pictures on the tube bc the lighting will never let you down (especially if they're shimmery of sparkly)

[justsome-di]

Nobody Ends Up Dead in a Bathtub, Everyone Keeps Their Organs: Chapter 35

Summary: Alex is an ordinary, highly-introverted office worker. He clocks in and out and goes home to his little apartment he shares with his younger sister. He hasn’t dated in years by the time his co-workers set him up on a blind date.

The only issue is he and his date are not on the same page. At all.

While Alex thinks it’s a normal date, Damián is under the impression Alex is a client who paid to be there. No-so-quickly, they realize something is up. It’s all a prank. Damián is a sex worker Alex’s co-workers hired as a sick joke.

After reassuring that they’re both okay, Alex decides he wants revenge for both him and Damián. The plan is to use the stigma of sex work and start a 6-week, scandalous fake dating scheme with a big finale at the office Halloween party. Alex’s co-workers will be too horrified to try to prank him again. At least, that’s the plan.

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The office had been transformed. Orange and black crepe paper and balloons hung from the walls. A few skeletons sat at desks, posing in a way someone thought was comical. It was still an office, but it was a festive office.

Alex got no joy from it. Not that he loved it all years prior. The decorations were tacky and always sparked some arguments about what was going where. The booze table was the best part of it all, and it filled Alex with such awful, gnawing dread as he watched the bottle slowly drain through the night.

“Damián’s not coming?”

Martin whispered it the first moment Alex was alone with him and Sam. Their sympathy and support would have been much more appreciated if they weren’t dressed in a confusing couple’s costume. Or possibly the same half of two costumes. They were both Luigi, complete with green hats and overalls. Alex preferred to not ask for any insight on their decision.

“We kinda,” Alex waved his hand, “called the whole thing off.”

“The whole thing like your revenge prank?” Martin asked. “Or the whole thing like whatever relationship you two were starting?”

“You two were starting to date for real?” Sam asked. Her voice was heavy with sorrow. Apparently, she was aware of the scheme but wasn’t kept in the full loop of Martin’s speculation.

“It wasn’t a relationship,” Alex said. “I was just paying him to do dirty work with me. We decided it wouldn’t be good to have him here tonight.”

“Shame. I was starting to look forward to the look on Andrew’s face when he saw you two together,” Martin said. “And besides, I was really rooting for you two as a legit couple.”

Alex clenched his jaw. They would have never been a legit couple. Their whole relationship had been based on lies and money. It was stupid to think that anything healthy could have ever spawned from it. Everything after the night at Dorothy’s was enough to prove that Alex wasn’t good material.

“For what it’s worth,” Sam said, “you’re still welcome at our place anytime. Maybe Kris and Clara can help you find someone new.”

“Thanks, but I really think I’m giving up on the whole dating thing. It’s clearly not right for me.”

Martin groaned. “See, this is how everything started. You’re so miserable.”

“Martin,” Sam scolded.

“No, I mean.” Martin tried again. “You put yourself down so much. That’s why Andrew thought of the prank.”

“What? To give me new-found confidence?”

“He made some joke about how you’d probably turn someone down even if you paid them to ask you out in the first place.”

And Alex had proved him right. Great. Just when the night couldn’t get any worse, he had delivered an accurate punchline to a joke after a six-week build.

Alex couldn’t even entertain the idea of being with anyone else. Damián had been so perfect.

When he was putting out candy for the night, he thought about how much Damián would have loved it. The rest of the party planning committee set up Halloween decorations around the office, and Alex was reminded of Damián’s marigolds. Kyle from accounting said they were dressing as Princess Di for the night, and Alex craved a lobotomy and for the universe to cut him some slack.   

He wondered how Damián was doing. If he had physically recovered and if the drugging had taken a large toll on his mental health. He hoped Damián had managed to eat.

Alex’s phone was burning in his pocket. He wanted to text Damián and ask how he was, but he told himself that there was no way Damián would want to hear from him. He had blown his chance at being supportive, and he was starting to regret it. Not for his sake but for Damián’s. He deserved a better support system. But Alex didn’t deserve any second chances.

“No Marcus tonight?”

Alex looked over his shoulder. Andrew was approaching with some woman Alex had never seen before—and would probably never see again judging by the embarrassed look on her face. Andrew was drunk. Messily so. It was quite an achievement as the liquor table had been planned to keep everyone from getting anything more than slightly tipsy. If Alex had to guess, he would say Andrew had snuck in his own booze. Interesting as Andrew’s intentions were only to pre-game at the office and go off to other parties later.

Stu was nowhere to be seen.

“No,” Alex said.

“What? Did he have someone else to date tonight? Couldn’t pencil you in?”

“Fuck off,” Martin said.

Alex’s eyes widened. Sam looked startled but jumped in.

“Yeah, he’s with your mom tonight,” she said.

Alex’s eyes narrowed toward her. He supposed he adored Sam now, but her comebacks could use a lot of work. But it did serve its purpose. Andrew was upset.

“You’re better off without him,” he said, thumping Alex’s chest. “Just make sure you get tested.”

His date looked horrified. She was speechless. Her mouth hung open as she stared between him and Alex and Martin. She tugged on his arm, trying to get him to walk away. Alex felt bad for her.

“Andrew, seriously, fuck off. You’re making an ass out of yourself,” Martin said. “And seriously? Who gets drunk at a work party? That’s so pathetic. Why not go home for the night before you really regret anything?”

“Just because you’re woke all of a sudden, Martin—“

“Shut the fuck up,” Alex snapped. “Do you seriously hear yourself speak? Ever? You are such a narcissistic piece of crap. You don’t know what you’re talking about half the time, and you’re—you’re such a piece of shit. Someone has to tell you that. I’m sorry.”

Andrew scoffed, but he didn’t say anything else. He turned around and started his unsteady walk toward the door. His date was left behind, mouth still open.

“I’m sorry about him,” she said.

“When did you meet him?” Martin asked.

“This week. On Tinder.”

“Yeah, you might want to unmatch with him.”

“I might.” She looked at Alex. “And I’m really sorry if you’re going through a breakup. I just broke up with my boyfriend of two years. I get it.”

Alex politely nodded at the poor woman before she ran off. He hoped she faked sick or made up an emergency to get away from Andrew early.

“I don’t believe anything that happened between you and Damián could have been worse than what Andrew puts women through,” Sam said.

Oh, how she was wrong.

Alex watched everyone around him. Most everyone was in costumes. There were a few fellow people like him who weren’t dressed up at all or sported a headband with ears or horns. But everyone, except him, seemed to be enjoying themselves. It was nothing new.

Alex’s phone buzzed once. He assumed it was Eve, sending him the planned “I caught the kitchen on fire please come home” text. His excuse to leave the party, finally there.

But when he opened his phone, there wasn’t a text. There was, instead, a Venmo notification.

Marcus sent you $625

His phone buzzed again.

I don’t accept full payments that early in advance. It’s unprofessional and ruins my organizational system.

Alex locked his phone. Whatever Damián was scheming, it would have to wait.

His phone buzzed again.

Also, I’m outside. Let me in. It’s cold.

Maybe it couldn’t wait.

Alex pushed off from his desk.

“Where are you going?” Martin asked.

“I have a thing to take care of.”

“Are you coming back?

Alex shrugged.

He slid past a mermaid and a pink guy from Squid Game to get out the office door. He grabbed his coat on the way out and found a window in the narrow hallway to look out of. Damián was standing on the sidewalk, six stories down. He was a speck. But Alex recognized the coat and the way he held himself. His arms were crossed over his chest, annoyed and confident.

“Shit.”

Alex rushed to the elevator. His heartbeat was crawling up his chest and throat and into his ears. Why had Damián come back? Alex had been cruel and made it very clear that he wanted Damián to keep his distance—for his own sake.

The second he stepped outside, a gust of wind slapped him in the face. Damián uncrossed his arms and shoved them in his pockets. His brow, which had been creased, relaxed upon seeing Alex walk up to him.

“Why are you here?” Alex asked.

The overhead lighting that came from the building cast long shadows over Damián. His eyes looked hollow, though they may have looked like that anyway considering everything he had been through. Damián tried his best to stand tall, but Alex could see the subtle way he hunched in on himself, the way his shoulders were rounded forward and the way his chin was so slightly tucked towards his chest.

“Let me talk,” Damián said. “Before you say anything, let me talk. I rehearsed this.”

“Alright.”

“First, fuck you.”

Okay. Alex deserved that.

“How fucking dare you,” Damián went on, though it sounded like his anger wasn’t particularly aimed toward Alex. His words were harsh, but his tone was still soft. “I wanted you to see me the night I was roofied, and you say you never want to speak to me again?”

“I know—“

“I’m still talking. I was vulnerable. Letting someone see me that way was embarrassing. I wanted to see you for comfort, and you somehow interpret this entire past month as you being toxic towards me? What the fuck? Is that how low your self-esteem is? Do you think I had Leo call you as some sort of punishment?”

“No.”

“Then why the fuck would you end things?”

“I don’t know, Damián!” Alex wasn’t one to raise his voice, but it felt like the only way he could get all of his anger out. Anger at himself, at the man who drugged Damián, at everyone who had ever hurt them both. “I got scared! I got scared that I was part of this whole system that gets you drugged like that, and I—“

Alex couldn’t talk anymore. He choked on his tears. Again, he was crying in front of Damián. And he half-expected Damián to step forward and comfort him like he had the times before. But Damián did not. He stayed where he was. It felt right. Damián shouldn’t have been the one doing the comforting.

“You have a thick head, don’t you?” Damián said. “How many times do I have to tell you that you’re not exploiting me? People… do things for power or bragging rights or whatever. And, yeah, they do it to me because they know they can get away with it. But when I take a safe, ethical gig, and you say that that contributes to the whole mess—that feels like you’re saying that my career choice is the reason someone would drug me.”

“That’s not what I’m saying.”

“I know.” Damián finally closed the gap between them. He took Alex by the cheeks. His hands were cold. “I know that’s not what you’re saying, but you’re thinking about this whole thing wrong. I’m a person who works with other people. Just because there are some issues in the industry, it doesn’t mean it’s all rotten. It doesn’t mean I still don’t get value out of the good parts of it.”

“But—“

“But nothing. The good parts of the job are really good. Sex work can be amazing. I get to meet people I wouldn’t have otherwise met. Like you. I’m really glad we met. I’m really glad we’ve spent the six weeks together. And I don’t want that to stop just because you feel bad about what other people do.”

Alex nodded, still crying. He saw Damián’s point. And if Damián had gone all this way to come to see him, then he must have been serious. Words seem to have a deeper meaning when they came only a few short days after trauma, in the cold.

If Damián was willing to give him another chance, then maybe Alex deserved it.

“I’m sorry,” Alex said.

“It’s okay.”

“I didn’t mean it when I said I don’t want to see you anymore.”

“I thought so.” Damián stroked his cheeks with his thumbs, wiping his tears. “I thought we had a good thing going.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. But if anything between us is going to work out, you can't feel guilty about every little thing. And I know that's hard. I know it's hard because we're queer and because I'm a sex worker and because I think we've been conditioned to believe people like us don't get to have happy relationships. But Alex, you have got to try for a happy life. You have to try to tell yourself that you deserve to be happy—because you do."

“I can try.” Alex pulled Damián’s hands away from his face and held them. “But you have to work on yourself, too.”

Damián faltered. Then he rolled his eyes. “Well, usually, I’m perfect—“

“That’s what I’m talking about! You can’t hide behind jokes.”

Damián looked a little caught off-guard. Like he wasn’t expecting the tables to turn on him or for Alex to be so assertive. Alex was still riding the high from telling Andrew off.

“What do I have to work on?” Damián asked.

“You shouldn’t fast for days. It’s really unhealthy. And I know that that’s a lot to deal with, but you’re asking me to work on my anxiety, and I want you to try to work on that.”

Damián was grinding his teeth. “I can try.”

“So, we’re both trying?”

“Yes.”

A shiver ran through Damián. Alex looked behind him. They could still go in for the party and finish off their plan. Or they could just leave. It didn’t feel appropriate to go back up with Damián. There was no point anymore in making a big show about them dating. He wanted to spend the evening with Damián for reasons other than spite. And he didn’t want to bring Damián to a room full of jerks who would only stare in disbelief and disgust.

With the confrontation with Andrew just earlier that hour, though Andrew had left, Alex couldn’t stomach the thought of putting Damián in any uncomfortable environment.

“Do you want to go anywhere else?” Alex asked. “We probably shouldn’t stand out here all night.”

“Can we just head back to your place? I don’t want to be around too many people right now.”

“Of course. But I think we should Uber. You look cold.”

“I’m freezing.”

Poor thing. He had gone all that way to chase down Alex and was going to need to be thawed out by the time they got home.

They sat down on a bench while Alex called for a ride. Damián buried his hands into his coat pockets again. Alex scooted as close to him as he could to share body heat, and Damián leaned into him until there wasn’t any space between them. Alex let him initiate all of the contact, only letting their bodies touch where Damián wanted them to.

“I feel better now that we talked,” Damián said.

Alex did, too. He felt like a weight had been lifted, and he could breathe easily again for the first time in days. Or maybe ever. Though, a little ache that settled in him days ago didn’t let go.

“I was reading all of this shit after I saw you,” Alex said. “I was trying to find help for sex workers who get assaulted.”

Damián’s shoulders went limp. “That’s very kind.”

“But all I was finding were people in forums asking if—asking awful things.”

“Yeah, I know. I know what you’re talking about. It’s whatever.”

“It’s not whatever.”

“It’s not, but—I can’t let some randos on the internet get me down. They’re kinda pathetic for posting that shit in the first place.”

“How do you just go on with your day knowing that people hate you? And for such stupid reasons? For the most brainless, absolutely bullshit reasons?”

“The way I think of it is—I’ve been trying to do all this work on myself. And I really support myself and my career decisions. Deep down, past everything I regret doing to myself, I do love myself. I love myself way more than anyone else can hate me.”

Alex didn’t have much experience loving himself. That must have been part of what had attracted him to Damián this entire time. Damián was a lot of things Alex wished he could be.

And maybe that was part of the problem. Alex had learned to hate himself so deeply, had grown to believe that everything he did was wrong and embarrassing, that he thought the pure act of falling in love with someone had to be wrong.

But he did deserve to love someone. And he deserved to be loved back.

“Damián?”

Damián looked up. As his head turned, Alex took him by the cheeks and kissed him, and Alex knew he had made the right move. For once.

“Wow. Did my tough love really work that well?” Damián’s hands were cold, but Alex didn’t flinch when he wrapped them around his face. “You are full of surprises, Alex.”

He brushed a fallen lock of hair from Alex’s forehead.

“You should have believed me when I said I liked you,” Damián said.

“I still don’t know why you.”

Damián scoffed. “Alex, you’re kind and smart, you’re incredibly down to earth, and you’re very cute.”

Alex scrunched up his nose. “No one’s called me cute before.”

“Seriously?”

“Well, my mom has. But I don’t think that counts.”

“You have very lovely, very big brown eyes. You could make me commit murder for those eyes—“

“That’s extreme. I would never ask you to commit more than light arson.”

Damián laughed. “You’re funny, too. And you have this cute, round face. And I noticed the other week that you have freckles. You’re cute all over. You’re like a little dumpling. I don’t believe that you can’t see it.”

“You shouldn’t be the one comforting me.”

“Well, I gave you the chance to comfort me, and you didn’t take it.”

Alex grimaced. He might as well ask. “Can I have a second chance at it, then?”

Damián sighed, dramatically. “I guess. What would you say to me if I gave you a second chance?”

“I’d ask how you’re feeling. You always check in with me. I should check in with you.”

Damián nodded. “I’m… okay. Not great. Physically, I’m over it, at least.”

“That’s something.”

“It is. It’s something.”

“Can I help? With any of the emotional stuff?”

“You’d be surprised by what simple company can do. Just don’t run away again.”

The Uber pulled up as a violent shiver wracked Damián’s body. Alex began detailing what they could do at home, thinking it should have been his burden to make those decisions for them both. He insisted they eat—that Damián try to eat—and could watch a movie. Eve would be out at her party for a while longer, but when it was over, she and Leo could make their way back, and they could all hang out together for the rest of the night if Damián was up for socializing.

Alex spoke quietly so the driver wasn’t forced to hear every single detail of their plans. All the while, Damián listened to Alex, his head on the headrest, his body relaxing in the heat of the car.

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Kind of a vent-y thing below, if you're an irl you've heard me whine about this before but you know how it is, sometimes the void needs screaming into.

So I have this thing. And it's like,,, really dumb when I actually think about it for more than like... 30 seconds, but whatever.

I envy people who have special interests and have or have had hyperfixations in the past. Mainly because I hear my friends talk about whatever it is that they're interested in at the time (for example, MLP, Lupin III, Super Mario Bros, Pokemon, the list goes on) and I just get so sad that I can't reciprocate that? Like sure I'm in a bunch of fandoms my friends (mostly irls) are in but like, I don't have the same level of knowledge so I feel almost inferior.

Don't even get me started on how embarrassing it is to only just be entering a fandom like SMB at almost 20. Like yeah, I played Galaxy as a kid but I never got past Honeyhive Galaxy so it doesn't even feel like it counts. Whereas I have all these friends who have been in fandom or at least partaken in the media of a certain franchise their entire life.

The closest thing I've had to a hyperfixation was the Dream SMP and honestly I just look back at that and cringe. The birthdays of 3 very real teenagers are implanted in my brain but I know next to nothing of the actual lore of the SMP. I felt like a fake fan then and I still feel like one now.

Watching the Mario movie has made me kinda get involved in fandom, as much as liking and reblogging fanart on tumblr is being "involved", but even then I don't contribute.

The most I ever do in a given fandom is squeal at characters/people involved and that's about it. I scroll tags for hours but never create anything and I just...

I wish I could do more y'know. I wish I could spend hours researching and watching video essays and playing/watching the source content but like,,, I just don't have the drive. And it seriously hurts. Especially when some people then get on my ass for obsessing over a certain character (ones that come to mind being Luigi and Ash Williams) after they did. Like dude we can both "be" the character, it's not first in best dressed.

TL;DR: I know nothing about the media I enjoy but I still enjoy it to the same level as other people.

sidenote: i got luigi's mansion 3 today and i think it goes without saying that i like it very very much

[pyox1]

Warning : very suggestive LOL

[9:26pm] When best friend!Jeno had suggesting matching with you for Halloween, a slideshow of the dorkiest and corniest costumes flashed in your mind. Jeno had always been a big fan of embodying embarrassing characters in the most shameful ways, compared to you, who preferred being low-key and simple with your costumes.

That’s why you were slightly taken aback we he proposed to go as vampires this year. You also didn’t want to admit it, but you were kind of relieved that he had forgotten of his supposedly great idea of dressing up as Mario and Luigi.

"Y/n! Can you help me with my makeup please?"Jeno had called out from the other room.

"Yeah, coming!" You finished applying your gloss before giving yourself one last look in the mirror. You had a feeling this dress wasn't really your size but there wasn't anything you could do about it now. The stores were closed at this hour, and you and Jeno were supposed to leave in a few minutes for the annual Halloween party that your cousin Renjun hosted every year.

When you walked in the room, Jeno's eyes almost popped out of his skull. He had to hold himself back from letting out a gasp as he skimmed the way your tight, and way too short, dress hugged your body.

Before making eye contact with you, he looked away quickly, ashamed of himself. It was so wrong of him to think about you that way. His mind couldn't process how his usually cute and innocent friend stood there in the crudest outfit he's ever seen. He hated how you stared at him with doe eyes while his mind kept screaming at him to do things he'd regret forever.

While you looked at him, his hair slicked back and his white button-up shirt sleeves rolled you, you felt you gut twist itself.

"Can you help me with my eyeliner? I can’t get it to be a straight line..." If it wasn't for you being so close to him, you would've guessed he was mumbling to himself.

You nodded with a small smile, taking hold of the eyeliner. Unsure of where to place yourself, you crouched beside him. The angle was awkward, which made the boy clear his throat.

"Y-you can sit of my lap if its more comfortable."

"Oh, okay." You sat on his thighs, his face merely inches away from yours. His arms instinctively laid around your waist, a wave of warmth gushing through you. You felt yourself crumble at his touch, your voice coming out as a whisper. "You can look down now."

As the boy looked down, his eyes locked with your black dress ruffling up your naked thigh. Inappropriate thoughts flooded his brain, while his fake fangs bit into his bottom lip. That outfit of yours was getting him in even more trouble.

"Is everything okay?"

"Huh- yeah." The room was silent for the next few minutes. Your eyes were watching his face intently, trying not to ruin his makeup despite your hands shaking from your nervousness.

"Done." You whispered. "Do you like it?" The both of you looked at each other in the mirror hanged to the wall.

"Yes, it looks good. Thank you." He smiled at your small giggle.

"Wait- I have an idea." Jeno said, carefully taking the eyeliner from your hand. He brought the makeup stick up to your neck and drew two little black dots. "Mmh... this looked better in my head." You laughed, your hands finding comfort on the boy's broad shoulders.

"I'm sure it looks fine."

"You would need like, a bite mark or something for it to look more realistic."

His eyes suddenly got wider as he realized what he had just implied. Your grip on his shoulder had tightened, your breath stuck in your throat.

"M-maybe you could help me with that like I did for your eyeliner?" He nodded slowly, almost unsure. This was only for the sake of a good costume. There will be no feelings behind this action... Right?

His mouth cautiously approached your neck, while his eyes kept staring into yours. He started by giving your neck a lick, a pleased hum resonating through you. Your fingers reached his gelled hair as his lips connected to your flesh. He sucked while his plastic fangs dug into your skin causing a noise between a yelp and a moan to leave your mouth.

That noise had been such a painful turn on that he had no other choice but to pull you closer. He groaned into your neck, the pornographic sight of your pressed breasts against his own chest too much to handle. Jeno hadn't even noticed how hard he was sucking until you let out a squeak.

"Ah!"

"Are you okay?" He asked, worried. He wasn't sure if the situation had de-escalated in the best or the worst way possible. Your eyes glowed with tears and your cheeks were flushed. Still, you smiled.

"Yeah... It felt good." Jeno sanity was about to leave him for good. He knew he had to continue exploring this new thing that was happening between the two of you. But he also knew the both of you were awaited at a party.

He wondered how he was going to explain the hickey on his best friend's neck that strangely resembled his vampire teeth.

[i-lovethatforme]

Peter and MJ are enemies or pining friends and they go to the same halloween party separately but dressed in a couples costume by accident and everyone assumes they're together

day seven: cause l-o-v-e's not what this was

"Oh for fuck sake," he hears MJ grumble, crushing her soda can in her hand.

Flash turns to see what she's mad about and he finds her looking at Peter. Though she's always looking at Peter - so that doesn't surprise him.

But usually she's muttering under her breath something about his ridiculous face or why is his hair curling this morning it's not even that humid out.

And then Flash sees why she's angry. Or mock angry, because MJ hates everyone and everything but she's been in love with Peter Parker since sixth grade. But Flash has only ever asked her about it once and he's borderline got ptsd over it. He can barely even look a hardback book without shuddering.

"Oh this is the best thing that's ever happened to me," he whispers, pulling his phone out without taking his eyes of Peter. Peter who is clad head to toe in a Mario costume, complete with fake moustache cause heaven knows he's never going to be able to grow one. And then there's MJ, head to toe in a Luigi outfit.

"Shut up, Flash," she snaps, trying to stand behind him.

"Parker!" he shouts, MJ twisting his free wrist behind his back.

"Ouch!"

"Fucking watch it, Eugene," she seethes. But it's too late.

Peter comes bounding over, his face full of excitement and a little scared in a way he always is around Michelle. But he won't tell her that, and she's too full of teenage nerves to possibly figure it out herself even though she's the smartest person he knows.

"Hey, cool party, Flash," he says, ever so polite like he thinks he was actually wanted her by Flash and Flash wasn't forced to invite him by MJ.

It's whatever, his phone is still recording.

"Look at you two, matching! A couple! A couple of love birds," he says, smug as anything as Peter turns beet red and MJ groans.

"Yeah, you look - you look really nice, MJ."

"Only my friends call me, MJ."

MJ plays with her fingers as she looks for an easy exit, like she always does when she's mean to Peter when he's just trying to be nice. But she has no idea how wrapped around her finger he is, because he just smiles at her.

"Erm - I - well -"

"So what do I need to do to be your friend?" he asks, moving closer to her. Flash wants to start saying ridiculous things because he's pretty sure MJ could tell him he needs to go to the moon and back just to sit next to her at lunch and he'd be gone before she finished her sentence.

But it's MJ so...

"Stand close together," Flash says, already bored of this interaction, then, "Let me get a picture."

"Ohh, maybe they'll use it in the school newspaper," Peter says, immediately moving to stand next to MJ - awkwardly shuffling closer when he finds he's not touching her at all. MJ clears her throat when he knocks her shoulder with his.

Flash is filming instead of taking a photo because he's fucking hilarious and MJ's face can't be captured in a single image. He'll take a screenshot later for her to pin of her noticeboard it's no big deal.

Their arms are touching from shoulder to wrist and MJ looks like she might combust and Peter looks like he does whenever he can hear exactly when she stopped breathing but he has no idea why she's suffocating herself.

God, Spider-Man has no game and Flash can't even tell anyone?

What a trick.

[ravens-words]

11 Questions

Rules: Answer the following 11 questions and then ask 11 of your own and tag people.

Tagged by the wonderful @breannacasey thank you!! This was so fun.

1. What was your best birthday?

My 25th. The party was lowkey, I celebrated both my birthday and my graduation and it was one of the rare times my birthday was uneventful lol.

2. What is a tv show you think should've ended sooner and when would you have ended it?

I truly believe no show should have more than 3-5 seasons. Not one show got past this point and was still good.

But to be more specific:

NCIS: Season 5

Grey's Anatomy: Season 7 probably, though it went downhill after S5 (but Japril 😭)

One Tree Hill: Season 8 (though I didn't really mind Season 9)

3. What 3 fictional characters are most like you?

Adam Parrish from TRC

Evan Buckley from 911

Emma from Emma (2020 Movie)

4. What is the last movie/tv show moment you saw that made you think 'oh no you're not really doing this, you're so stupid'?

Emma in basically every scene in the movie lol.

5. If you could insert any fictional character into another tv show/movie, which would it be?

Jones from RNM (RIP, you are missed) in The Witcher.

6. If there was a fire in your house, what would you grab before you get out?

My Nieces

7. What are your favourite clothes?

Dresses

8. What is your biggest source of comfort when you're sad?

Music and Fanfic

9. What's your favourite vegetable and your most disliked vegetable?

Favorite: Corn (yes, it's technically a fruit. No, I will not acknowledge that)

Least favorite: Zucchini

10. Do you have a pet? What's its name, what is it, what's a fun fact about it? And if not, what would you want as a pet and how would you name it?

I don't and based on past experiences, I have sworn off Pets, so I haven't thought about this.

11. If you ever played Mario games, did you play as Mario or Luigi? Why?

Mario. I preferred Red to Green

Tagging: @cosmiicmalex @iwonderifyouwonderaboutme @prettyboyandthekid @theiconicscott @buckbuckley @ourdiningroom @djdangerlove @bluenet13 @veryprecisehans @treacherousdiaz

My Questions:

1. What is your favorite memory?

2. What is something that's guaranteed to cheer you up no matter how sad you are?

3. What is your favorite thing to do on weekends?

4. Any hidden talents?

5. A movie/TV show that still makes you laugh no matter how many times you watched it?

6. Favorite Animal, Vegetable, Fruite and Drink?

7. If you could be in any fictional world, which one would it be?

8. Period dramas or romantic comedies?

9. How long would you survive in an apocalypse?

10. Only, oldest, middle, or youngest child?

11. Favorite edit of your favorite ship?

[earthnashes]

God I just found your blog and I'm in love you au is everything I've ever wanted in a Mario au! Gods I'm obsessed seriously! I hope you don't mind but I do have some questions! If you don't mind of course :^) 1) Regarding the Mario bros being Mushlings are they Italian ones? Does Italy even exist in this au? 2) What are your Gender and sexuality head cannons for them? ( I saw Luigi in that wedding dress and I screamed non-binary Luigi) 3) On the subject of Luigi when he and Bowser marry do they manage to turn his Kingdom into a utopia fuelled by bread? and finally 4) Do the storks exist here or did bowser jr have a mum? Again love your whole blog sorry if any of this makes your uncomfy!

1. Italy doesn’t exist, no. In fact none of the IRL continents nor countries exist in this world since how it operates overall is vastly different, so there’s no such thing as things like America, or Europe, Antarctica, so on. They have their own countries though a lot of them would be coded after our existing ones, so an Italy-like country/cities/place exists I’m sure. So with that said, Luigi and Mario are not Italian Mushlings, but their place of upbringing could be based on Italy.

2. I don’t really do gender nor sexuality headcanons for fandoms, but that’s primarily because it’s never fully a thought in my head to do it. Hell I don’t even really consider myself a entirely specific sexuality or gender, I’m me more than anything, so that might be why. For the sake of mentioning, this world probably doesn’t fall align with what we’d consider normal, so there aren’t really any expectations or negativity regarding what they identify as, gender or sexuality. TL;DR, I don’t focus too much on it myself so feel free to interpret how I draw the characters however you want

3. Unfortunately, no. Koopa Kingdom is still Koopa Kingdom after they get married, they’ll just have one hell of a baker as their King-consort. That said I’m sure it’ll probably become a highlight of the kingdom though, maybe even spur another competition amongst the kingdoms after Bowser declares his husband the best baker who ever lived and every other leader basically goin “WAT WAT? A CHALLENGE I HEAR??”

4. Storks do in fact exist, however they do not deliver biological babies to their parents, no. The Storks in this world acts as a international adoption organization, ran by Mr. Stork himself, who’s number 1 mission in life is to bring orphaned and family-less children to loving families at any time, any point, anywhere. If you wanna read the full idea behind it, HERE is the link.

Anyhow, to answer your question: Jr. was born to Bowser and the Koopa Queen (don’t have a name for her yet), but she passed on due to birth complications. Almost immediately after her passing the Mario gang offered to help Bowser raise the boy so he wouldn’t have to do it alone, so Jr sees them all as family. He sees Peach in particular as his mama, even though he knows full well that a) there’s no romance goin’ on between her and his dad and b) she isn’t his birth mother. Not that that matters much to him, ‘cuz Peach loves ‘em like he’s her own, so as far as he’s concerned she is his mother.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand there ya go! Hope that answers your questions and thank you so much for enjoying the AU so far! owo

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"Caught In The Storm" *Part 4*

I'm telling you ladies and gents, it's like Christmas Morning right now!!!!

Enjoy it for a bit more. <3

Tag List:

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@chasingeverybreakingwave

@milkshqke

@aprildecker-blog

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Part 5

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“Are you sure?” Kelsey asked you.

“I'm telling you it was longer than just a friendly hug,” You insisted.

When you had gotten home after the awkward encounter with Rafael you obviously sat her down and began gossiping about it.

“Well I mean, he told you straight up that he wasn't in love with you honey,” She pointed out.

“And I know that he was full of shit,” you remarked.

“So are you gonna do anything about it?

“I don't know I just wish...ugh that he would admit it,” You groaned in frustration.

“Well.. sweetie he's a grown man you can't exactly force him to do what you want.”

“No.. but I can coerce him,” you smirked evenly.

“Oh god.. I don't even want to know what that means,” she laughed.

-----

Wednesday night rolled around and you arrived at Luigi's early for your “date”. You decided to sit at the bar and have a drink while you waited. You had gone all out for this. You had bought a new dress, you had shaved everywhere, you'd even gotten your hair and makeup done by a professional.

This was it, this was the moment. You nervously played with the napkin your drink came on in your hands, eventually crumbling it in between your fingers from being so nervous.

“Wow I'd love to be the guy on the other end of that napkin you're so nervous about seeing,” A voice came beside you. A very nice looking young man, blonde haired and blue eyed with a killer smile. And that smile was aimed at you.

“Oh yeah just waiting on someone,” You nervously giggled running your hands through your hair

“Well… Do you mind if I wait with you? My date is either running super late or I got stood up,” he laughed, gesturing to the bartender for another drink.

“I'm Nathan, by the way,” He held out his hand for you to take. “Y/N,” You shook his hand back.

“To waiting,” he held up his glass.

“To waiting,” You smiled awkwardly, clinking your glasses together.

Outside the bar, Rafael walked up and saw you in the window, talking to Nathan. He saw how beautiful you looked, and he knew that he would not be able to conceal his true feelings for you if he went in there.

But he wasn't entirely sure that that's what he wanted to do; Even though he had come up with this idea himself. He watched you engaging and flirting with Nathan for a bit before turning and walking back towards another bar. He pulled out his phone and texted you.

You felt your phone vibrate and you checked your phone. It was a text from Rafa

“Sorry I got a bunch of paperwork. Need to stay late. Rain check?

Your heart sank, your face fell.

“Everything okay?” Nathan asked.

“Yeah well it looks like I got stood up too,” You sadly shrugged.

“Well, as long as we're both alone, would you like to get something to eat? “ He asked you with a golden smile.

“Sounds good,” you smiled.

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“So he just stood you up?”

“Well I don't know. He said that he had a lot of work and that he wanted a rain check,”

“So he stood you up,” Kelsey finished for you.

“Yes he stood me up. I guess it wasn't meant to be,” You shrugged sadly

“So tell me about this new boy,” Kelsey changed the subject.

“I don't know. He's cute, smart, funny, a lawyer and half Rafael’s age,” You went on.

“So basically, perfect for you,” she left.

“Haha.” You rolled his eyes.

“Did you get his number?” Kelsey asked coyly.

“Maybe…” you smiled.

“Oh my God look at you, work it girl!” She giggled.

“Who knows if it'll go anywhere.. I lost my heart a long time ago,” You shrugged.

“Yeah well maybe it's time for you to take it back,'' Kelsey replied seriously.

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THE NEXT DAY

So what do we think our best tactic is? Olivia asked a spaced out Rafael. “Rafael? BARBA?”

“What?” Rafael was knocked back to Earth out of his thoughts. “Sorry Liv, what was the question?”

“Boy you have been somewhere else all day,'' Fin remarked. What is up with you?”

“Yeah I did dinner with Y/N not go well?” Nick asked.

“What?” Finn was suddenly interested.

“No it didn't go at all, because I didn't go,”

“Why not? Sonny asked.

“I think we all know why not..”. Rafael murmured.

“Are you serious?” Finn asked angrily. “Why would you do that?”

Rafael looked at him surprised. “I’m sorry, what?” He asked.

“Rafa…” Olivia started.

“What? WHAT?? He looked around the table for an answer.

"Look it's one thing for you to date Y/N, it's a whole other problem when you fuck with her emotions,” Fin answered.

“What are you talking about, Fin?” Rafael asked, completely oblivious.

“What do you mean, what do I mean?” He asked back angrily.

“I think we all saw the little song and dance you guys did the other day when she came to bring us lunch,” He looked around the table and the squad who all nodded.

“That girl is seriously in love with you and I think you feel the same,” Finn continued. "And I might not like it, but I also don't want to see her unhappy. So if you got her hopes up, and then you ditched her, you better go fix it right now.”

“...And you would be okay with that?” Rafael asked. “All of you?” He looked around the table.

“I'm not thrilled with the idea either,” Olivia sighed. But I also want Y/N to be happy, no matter what that means.” She put a hand on Rafael’s shoulder.

“And also, I want you to be happy.”

Rafael took several seconds looking back and forth, his mind reeling trying to figure out what he should do. Finally he stood up.

“I’m gonna do this,” He smiled, running out of the station before anyone could answer.

-----

Rafael didn't know exactly what he was going to say to you, but he knew he'd know in the moment as soon as he saw you.

He grabbed an Uber and told him to book it to the Supper Club. When he got there, he immediately went to go find you. He spotted you through the crowd looking gorgeous as ever. He made his way over to you but right before he got to you, he saw Nathan walk up to you and kiss you deeply.

His heart sank, his blood ran cold, his face turned pale. How could this have happened?

“They make a cute couple, don't they?” a voice behind him asked. He turned to see Kelsey standing there with an evil smile.

“I don't understand…” Rafael trailed off, still staring at you and the man.

“What's to understand Rafael?” Kelsey asked, approaching him.

“You toyed with her emotions, you stood her up, you rejected her. Did you really think that she would sit around and pine for you forever?”

“But she and I…” Rafael stammered.

“If you think for one second that I'm going to let you walk over there and confuse her even more, you're stupider than I thought.” Kelsey snarled.

“I don't want to confuse her anymore Kelsey!” He exclaimed. I want her... I love her,” Rafael said emotionally.

“If you really love her, then you'll let her be happy,” Kelsey replied.

Don't you think she needs to have all of the information to make that decision herself? Rafael sneered.

“I think that you're just upset that somebody else is playing with your toys and you don't like it,” Kelsey sneered back.

“That's not true!” Rafael defended.

“I think that you took too long to figure out what you want and now that she's finally moving on, you need to let her,'' Kelsey lowered her voice.

“I…” Rafael looked at you with Nathan sadly, tears lining his eyes.

“If you really love her then you need to let her go,'' Kelsey said softly, putting a hand on his shoulder.

Rafael looked at you then he looked at Kelsey then back at you and then down at the floor.

“You're right…” Rafael whispered tears falling down his cheeks.” It's not fair to her.. I'll leave her be,”

“Thank you,'' Kelsey said. And with that Rafael turned and left.

[naivesilver]

top 5 best pairings for geppetto? (any adaptation) xoxo :^)

I'M SO MAD AND I CAN'T EVEN RIGHTFULLY SAY IT BECAUSE I DID THIS TO MYSELF I hate it so much. Thank you. My revenge shall be slow-cooking and unexpected.

Ask Me My Top 5 Anything

The problem is, they tried to give Geppetto so many significant others over the decades that I'm even spoilt for choice. This is so awful oh my GOD. Whatever. Let's get into it.

1) Geppetto/Leona, The Adventures of Pinocchio (1996)

I never thought that the 1996 movie would ever gain the first place in any list, but Leona deserves it. She's a badass - she has the braincell and she makes good use of it, and she deserved far better than the likes of Martin Landau bathing with his clothes on and walking around dressed like Aziraphale the gay angel when he was imprisoned in the Bastille. And she's a good mom, too, for Pinocchio and Lampwick both. She should have taken the boys and gone. It would have been better than whatever the fuck was going on in the sequel.

2) Geppetto/Cherry, book canon/The Adventures of Pinocchio miniseries (1972)

I can hear your Cherry slander from here, but he and Geppetto are just made for each other. 70s sitcom levels of married couple bickering mixed with some healthy beating each other's ass. And they steal food off each other in the miniseries! Geppetto even takes Cherry with him when he goes to pick Pinocchio up from school! You will never convince me they didn't have a torrid affair under cover of the dark.

3) Geppetto/The Teacher, Pinocchio miniseries (2009)

Kudos on this woman for taking a good look at Geppetto and his son's situation and actually trying to fix it instead of running away for dear life. I would have run. Fast and hard. Probably taking Pinocchio with me.

Still, I can't blame this man for being infatuated with MILF Margherita Buy being stern with adults and children alike. There's some Freudian shit to unwrap in there, even though every time I rewatch the miniseries it feels even more unnecessarily heterosexual for my taste. It could have been worse. They could have paired him off with the Cricket.

4) Geppetto/Fairy, Geppetto (2000)

Drew Carey and Julia Louis-Dreyfus go gallivanting around the country singing some gibberish about parents putting too many expectations on their children. Sounds like an acid trip? It felt like an acid trip. But it was nice to see someone finally beating some sense into any version of Geppetto, so I'll try to ignore the weirdness. And the songs were catchy, even if I couldn't remember the words if you threatened me with a gun. At least it was Julia and not Usher. Or Data Star Trek singing opera in a curly wig.

5) Geppetto/Fairy, The Adventures of Pinocchio miniseries (1972)

This is a COMPLETELY DIFFERENT THING and it only made the list because it's canon and I'm still stunned by it. Like, excuse me? This man boned a fairy before she was a fairy and they confirmed it in a national broadcast? What????? I'm of a mind of setting up a seance to ask Mr. Comencini how the fuck it's supposed to work. Nevermind that this is one of my favorite Geppettos in existence, he could have definitely done better than that hypocritical liar with a carpet bag.

(And what would have happened if they'd had biological children, uh? What would they be? Half-fae? This isn't The Sims 3, Luigi. Explain.)

[anomander-dragnipurake]

Aftermath

A proper continuation of Possessed. I had this scene stuck in my head so I wrote it. There might be more but I make no promises because I'm bad at those and I'm just here to write whatever's fun to me at the time.

~

“You’re back?” Mario said upon answering the door. He sounded and looked genuinely shocked as if he’d expected to never see Booigi again. He also looked tired; bags under his eyes, his clothing a mess.

“Is it really that surprising?” Booigi faked a nonchalant attitude to hide how awkward this was. He’d considered not coming back at all but… he just couldn’t. He still cared about everyone his past selves had cared about even if it would be easier not to.

Mario half shrugged. “I don’t know. I just thought that since King Boo ran off that one time that you’d… but you’re not really King Boo so… I don’t know. It’s been a couple weeks though so… I just didn’t think you’d come back.” It was hard to tell if he was pleased or displeased by having that expectation proven wrong.

“Well, I’m back. You can send me away if you want though; I’d understand if you’d prefer to never see me again.” It would be heartbreaking but it would at least make navigating this relationship that much easier.

It might’ve been Booigi’s pessimistic imagination but Mario seemed to consider it for a few seconds before shaking his head and stepping back. “No, no, come in,” he said, welcoming him inside with a small hand flourish.

Forcing a cocky grin as if he’d expected that answer all along, Booigi stepped in and… immediately had to fight to keep a level face. The living room was a mess; empty pizza boxes, dirty dishes and laundry littered the floor, coffee table, and couch. It was absolutely disgusting, feeling him with equal parts anxiety and disdain. It was the messiest it had ever been as far as he knew.

“Sorry about the mess,” Mario said as he closed the door, sounding a tad embarrassed. “But uh… your new look is nice.”

“Thanks.” Luigi and King Boo’s fashion senses combined be halfway between casual and fancy with the preference for the colours green and purple. He’d gone out of his way to wear one the green dress shirts today, coupled with a pair of nice jeans it was almost something that Luigi would’ve chosen to wear if he had to dress nice for an event. The shoes were still the same white show-offish ones King Boo had bought because he liked them. He’d also repainted his nail alternating purple and green that morning in part because he’d wanted to but also to differentiate his look a little more.

The silence stretched between them for a few seconds before, needing to say something and wanting a distraction from the horrible mess in the room, Booigi broke it. “What have you been up to the past couple weeks?” Other then making a mess of his house.

“Well… not much really. I just… I don’t know. What have you been doing?”

“Talking to the ghosts at the mansion and… trying to figure out my new existence, who I am and all that shit.”

“Oh uh… any luck with that?”

“Nope! My two halves were basically polar opposites in a lot areas, making me a giant fucking mess.” And he hated it. Feeling so unsure about so many things kind of made him want to break something but also kind made him want to hide somewhere and never come out. He’d been tempted to drink himself into oblivion often, the only thing stopping him was knowing it was more likely to make it worse than to help.

Mario deflated, leaning his shoulder into the wall as he looked away. “Yeah, they were opposites; King Boo was the absolute worst and… Luigi was the best.”

The awkward silence returned because what were they even supposed to say to each other? What had Booigi even come here expecting? He still loved Mario like a brother but there was no way he could have the same kind of relationship with him that Luigi had had. Half of his soul had been King Boo’s for Pete’s sake and Mario rightfully hated King Boo. The fact that this whole thing was entirely King Boo’s fault could only complicate Mario’s feelings further.

Maybe Booigi should just excuse himself and leave. He wanted to talk to E. Gadd and Gooigi too anyway. Navigating whatever his relationship to both of them had become should be a bit easier, right? Since Luigi hadn’t known them literally his whole life. Mario might just need some more time to grieve, Booigi could give him that. But as he took a breath to say that, Mario broke the silence instead.

“I miss him.” His voice was almost a whisper and he didn’t look up.

Booigi’s first instinct was to respond with something rude because no duh Mario missed ‘him’, the tired look on his face and the horrible mess in the living room attested to that far better than words ever could. But there was nothing that could be done about it so why would Mario even bother bringing it up right now? If Booigi said that though, he’d regret it big time later. So instead, concealing his annoyance he said, “I’m sorry,” because apologizing for his existence was all he could do.

Mario didn’t respond. After a couple seconds more of silence, he turned away and walked into the kitchen. Now would be a good time to leave and Booigi probably should, he clearly wasn’t wanted right now, but… he followed.

“Look Mario, I’m not him, not really anyway, and I know you probably don’t want me around right now and I’ll leave soon but first… I just want to say that I still… feel like you’re my brother.” Whom he still cherished and looked up and always would.

In the kitchen, Mario paused and turned around to look at him again at last. “You do?” His eyes were filled with unshed tears.

“He’s like half of me, remember? So of course I do.” King Boo had hated Mario but those feelings felt distant, like a memory of a time long ago. It may not be a universal truth for everyone but for Booigi, in this instance, love was stronger than hate. Which didn’t mean he wasn’t capable of hate; he hated his past selves immensely due in large part to the fact that they’d hated each other with a fiery passion. He wasn’t sure yet if that translated into self-hate but he hoped that he could see himself as a separate enough entity that it wouldn’t. “I’ll leave you alone now though. If you ever want to talk my phone number’s still…”

Mario hugged him. It wasn’t one of his warm friendly hugs but instead one filled with sorrow and desperation. Booigi’s only option was to hug him back. And when he started softly crying on Booigi’s shoulder all he could do was hold him a bit tighter and hope it was enough to be a little bit comforting at least. It wasn’t much or anywhere close to enough but it was all he had to offer.