#patton plays Yoshi

[jaratedeguadalupe]

my indefinite stance will forever be that logan is a master on mario cart and decimates anybody who dares oppose him 

[mysticmeadowscamp]

*punches the wall once again* i am apparently in the mood to give useless information today so

characters the kids choose when they play super mario party

Vee: Boo

Logan: Shy Guy (logan loves shy guy so fucking much for some reason)

Dee: Peach

Patton: Yoshi

Remus: Dry Bones

Roman: Donkey Kong

[glass-trash-bab]

Sanders Sides and who they would play as in smash. I'm sure someone has already done this, but I don't care.

Patton: Isabelle, Duck Hunt, Kirby, Minecraft Steve, Yoshi and Pichu

Roman: Any Fire Emblem Character, Peach, Jigglypuff, Pit, Rosalina & Luma and Link

Logan: He doesn't usually play, but when he does, he's usually either R.O.B., Mr. Game & Watch or MewTwo

Virgil: Dark Pit, Bayonetta if he's feeling spicy, Joker, Lucario, Sheik and Meta Knight

Janus: Link, Shulk, Joker, Samus, Greninja, Inkling, Pokemon Trainer, Pikachu, and Pit. He usually just picks random, he doesn't really care.

Remus: Bowser Jr., Daisy, Dark Pit, Diddy Kong, Inkling, King Dedede, Piranha Plant, Toon Link, Mii Gunner Sans Undertale, and Wario.

[babysizedfics]

:O who does each side play in Mario kart? This is very important knowledge,please, I must know.

OH let's do this *checks mario kart wikipedia*

Roman: Princess Daisy or Princess Peach because he refuses to compromise his royalty but also he copies their girly 'oh's in the middle of the race and makes virgil giggle to throw him off course >:)

Virgil: Toad if he is indulging his cute side or King Boo purely because i imagine that blooper where virgil goes 😝 and thomas immediately blushes because its out of character

Patton: Insists he doesn't have a favourite and will rotate through the characters so they don't feel left out (but everyone knows his fave is Yoshi)

Logan: Waluigi and he doesn't understand why that's so funny to everyone or why they keep going 'waaa' everytime he loses

BONUS

Janus: Mario everytime, just to annoy Roman and break the light sides rule that no one plays mario or luigi

Remus: Donkey Kong because he likes to give him unsavoury nicknames and also he's undeniably the most obnoxious character

[acceberv]

Reasons why I picked the Mario characters I did for Sanders Sides:

Thomas and Mario - they’re both pretty much the main character of their series

Logan and Rosalina - Space

Patton and Yoshi - They’re both cute and they do have puppers. Besides, Yosh kinda looks like a frog and he did take care of baby Mario, Luigi and other baby characters.

Roman and Peach - They’re both fabulous royals who can get pretty emotional. Have you played Super Princess Peach? Her power ups are her emotions in that game.

Virgil and Luigi - They might both be fearful characters but they both seem to have everyone else’s interests at heart. Plus, they’re both fan favorites.

Remus and DK - I mostly picked this because I think the duke would have a field day, monkeying around and going ape, pretty much in the buff.

Janus and Bowser - Both are reptilians who seem to be the other father figure. There was that scene in POF.

[peachoasis]

My casting choices for my version of the Batfamily (+oc)

Sarai Lin-Wayne played by Paula Patton

Bruce Wayne played by Ben Affleck

Alfred Pennyworth played by Ben Kingsley

Dick Grayson played by Yoshi Sudarso

Jason Todd played by Froy Gutierrez

Cassandra Cain played by Lana Condor

Stephanie Brown played by Abigail Breslin

Tim Drake played by Aramis Knight

Duke Thomas played by Chosen Jacobs

Damian Wayne played by Deric McCabe

[warnadudenexttime]

The sides as conversations I had/heard from thanksgiving dinner with my family and playing Mario with my dad

Virgil: Well sometimes... you just have to go for it.

Logan: that sounds like a butchered Nike slogan.

Virgil: How is that like “just do it”?

Logan: the Mario version is just do it the Luigi version is the sometimes you just have to go for it.

Virgil: Are you comparing me to Luigi?

Roman: Just like him Virgil, you’re a disappointment

Virgil: Too real Roman.

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Roman: When Mario’s In the bubble it sounds like “a jellyfish!”

Patton: Woah! how did you notice that?

Roman: The same way I noticed daisy is a drag queen of course.

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Roman: LOGAN WHERES ALL THE BEER AT?!

Patton: screaming about Pokemon in the background*

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Patton: Man my family started out as a homeschooled bunch of country bumpkins who wore denim all the time, just look where we are now!!

Virgil: What are you on about?

Patton: crying* I’m getting emotional, I’m so proud!!

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Roman: So you think Mario has a gay cousin?

Patton: huh?

Roman: Everyone has a gay cousin, I’m betting my money that Luigi is the gay cousin.

Logan: But isn’t he with daisy?

Roman: Two words Logan- drag queen.

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Patton: You know how people kill yoshi a lot.

Virgil: Yeah.

Patton: Well that’s terrible! As if you look more into the lore of Mario Yoshi took care of Mario as a baby and Mario-

Virgil: Jumps off yoshi and yoshi lands into a pit*

Patton: VIRGIL SAY YOU’RE SORRY!

Virgil: Sorry I threw you into the pits of hell yoshi.

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Patton: You know back in my day hammer bro use to mean something!

Virgil: what do you mean?

Patton: Hammer bros use to throw multiple hammers... blah blah Mario use to be hard

Logan: You literally just ran into a slow moving goomba.

Virgil: Your mom is a slow moving goomba, Logan.

Logan: We have the same mom.

Virgil: DON’T TELL HER I SAID THAT!

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Virgil: Stop screaming.

Patton: I’m sorry I’m real high tension.

Virgil: I’m real High.

Patton: We both know you aren’t cool enough for weed.

Virgil: PATTON STOP YOU AREN’T SUPPOSED TO KNOW ABOUT THAT STUFF!

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Patton: Oh fudge knuckles!

Roman: That sounds like some weird snack they would have in the shrek universe.

Virgil: Fudge knuckles, they aren’t a euphemism!

Patton: What are you- VIRGIL NO!

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Logan: We gotta teach him a lesson!

Virgil: k.

Logan: kills him* Technically I think we are just teaching a way of violence and crime if our only way to teach him is to kill him. We are no better than the executioners!

Roman: oh my god you’re weird.

Logan: YOU NEVER PLAY ALONG WITH MY GREAT GRADE A HUMOR!!

Roman: Because your humor isn’t funny.

Logan: oh HO but by definition it is funny! Cause it’s humor... very deeply funny!

Virgil: ...just shut up.

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Virgil: beats the boss after 30 minutes* AHHAH GO TO HELL!

Logan: You know we fall after this in game.

Virgil: Oh no looks like we are also going to hell.

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Virgil: Oh go to hell bowser!

Patton: You have to ask him nicely!

Virgil: Bowser, can you please go to hell?

Patton: Thats better.

-

Roman: Why are you talking to yourself?

Logan: Cause I feel like having some actual intellectual conversations.

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Patton: Walks into the kitchen with all the food* it looks so good in here!

Roman: It’s because I’m in here.

Virgil: Thats definitely not the reason.

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Virgil: Riding on a pink scooter meant for 5 year olds* IM SO EDGY!!

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Patton: There’s so much food, I could cry!

Logan: What do you mean could? You seem to be already doing it.

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Virgil: She really calls you that much?

Patton: You poor unfortunate soul...

Roman: Screaming* IN PAIN IN VAIN-

Logan: This isn’t the time for Disney.

Roman: When isn’t the time for Disney?

Virgil: Everytime.

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Virgil: Don’t insult me in my own home!

Logan: But this isn’t your house.

Virgil: Still!

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Roman: I love both of you!

Logan and Patton: Awe thanks!

Virgil: Siting at the end of the table stuffing food into his mouth* WHAT AM I THEN?

[pattonsfam-ily]

Who do y'all play as in Mario Kart? I'm always Koopa ;)- Max

i usually play as Link or Yoshi. Ro usually plays DK. Logan plays Toad. Patton plays Peach -virgil

[mebeingserious]

(c.) End 2012 - Early 2013

- - #1

#Based On A You Story. Blinking cursor.

Peep my Doogie Howser blue screen. Peep my blue light. No bloc festivities, streamers, or tails to pin anything on. Pin that shit on yourself, B. Take responsibility.

“Pin The Tail” had a Max B verse on the original. Do with that knowledge what you will if what you will do is reimburse me for my strong miscellany-fact-brain game. I refined it through the arthritis of those on my personal Mt. Rushmore.

I’m unknowable, really. You should get to un-know me.

And it was an inside job, btw. Egged on by the peanut gallery, flipped the switch, gave you a parachute and some mumble-mumble about how the chlorophyll’s gonna be stunning.

I’m just another human cat, word to Grass Green. Don’t treat me like the grassy knoll. Leave them stones turnt all the way down.

But that “you” isn’t you, that’s you’s on you’s on you’s. UUU, if you will. Gotta not have it.

New swatch alert. Here. Peep the texture and the hues. That’s the interior.

Cam’ron in a Utah Jazz throwback staring back at me through a phone’s reflection. [||]. You right, you right.

Captain Quirk but the Captain Crunch Dog at the same damn time. Pretend it’s two months ago, though.

Your last.fm recent plays leave you vulnerable, if you think about it. I thought about it.

I need to remind myself I don’t do this for the little or the big dunns. Everyone needs to get their Lex Luger on from time to time. B.Y. Before Yokozuna.

So I say that to say this: “Can’t call it, might spoil it”

Performing tune-ups with some VBRs and possibly, 192s. You can only crash so many planes before you start frisking yourself in the airport.

Further and farther are in full effect. But then I remember “that’s when the money starts running” and Stoicism, and put it in hands I once knocked down.

- - #2

Spot ‘em, got ‘em. I got dirt on you, doggie.

But God made dirt and dirt bust your ass.

Or my ass. I know too much. Internal Spy vs. Spy.

I saw those stars. Had my radars up. Tangible air.

One minute it’s in the constellations, the next sixty-seconds it’s a “Superthug” if.

Hella.

No, not you. The other. But you? You’re putting together a 150-piece in the dark.

Me? S.O.L. S.O.S. But I’m like Private Ryan. So you can save that.

Oh wait, I forgot that motherfucker survived.

Anyways, haardships.

My window’s been closed but at least I have a window. But it’s lowkey amazing that a window is even a thing.

I just did what Game did with the coaching of the fat producer on ironing Dickies. But you don’t hear me, doe.

Do you hear me, doe? This is the Gawd.

He doesn’t take requests but he’ll play me, though.

But really, I did that. Sorta like what Kane said on “The Symphony.”

Anyways, indecision.

He who hesitates in peace is even worse.

The pyramids didn’t get built by throwing stones or sitting on them. But I fucked up when I entertained the E.T. theory.

I’m the man now, dog. But really, without the seven you’re not Sean Connery. You’re just…

Anyways, alternate universes. That exist in shared thought bubbles.

But that’s the only place they ever existed, nah?

But let’s thought experiment. Does that outcome satisfy?

Or is it just better than hearing a single echo against drywall?

I can give you advice on farther but my track record is a stumble out the blocks paired with a horizontal starting gun, finished off with a somersault. 1.0 - 1.0 - 1.0

Got gotted and spotted.

Need is whatever you think it is.

But try to take my arm and leg and I might be that shoe with the band between the big toe.

You can have a symphony composed of c-notes in that porcelain but if you don’t embrace that internal Hammer … well. Basslines don’t come across well in sign.

You can go on and be Big L’s Rocafella debut, but you don’t know voodoo.

But tangible is good. I mean, Tough Luv holds up pretty well eight years later.

I guess I misunderstood that originally. Or I tried to understand too soon. He was right when he said “…or rather me.”

- - #3

The last verse on “Pyramids” without the sonic context.

Strikes Back. In the Empire. They say it’s their favorite flick.

Swore my hand waved to me as it fell, in that “Hi, Hater” motion.

Took off that mask and it was a mirror. No disrespect but there’s truth to it.

Anton Chigurh in the guidance counselor’s office basically saying “heads or tails.”

Saw it with the old man. In the alt. section of the universe it was Batman Returns.

Trying to lucid dream about the Northwest in 1996, but I’m better off sleeping. And peeping those trees with the date emblazoned in a reddish orange beneath their stumps.

Subsidized Napoleon complex had me fighting on the wrong side. Got did like Waterloo.

Manila envelopes addressed to that British newspaper. Don’t you know this is the Empire?

Telepathy returned to sender.

Heard “boo” from that pocket-sized frame.

But ghosts only come for your wig when you turn your back.

“Whoa” ain’t me, that’s Black Rob.

Speaking of that song…

Come to terms with endearment.

You chose the ball and you joined me in breadth.

Another one chewing dead skin, dirt particles and textile fibers.

Carly Simon. Bet.

What came first, the wound or the egg that provided the shells that were stuck in the soles?

South West here like Northern OH. Something something “talent.”

Indecisive travel agent that forgot to build a plane.

I saw the white plates, the blue plates, and now they’re yellow. i.e. I’ve seen the Empire crumble.

Let an ocean talk for me.

What the fuck is portamento? Not worth it.

Waking up to a foreign vocabulary test. Appealing. No comprende.

Opted-in because I was loyal to the wrong things. Minus the fuckboy-isms.

He was the Pookie of venlafaxine.

Caesar: Judas.

Conversational anesthesia. Was on that Freud shit.

Liked the yellow yoshi that stomped and the one with wings.

And you can tell a lot about a man by how he uses a warp whistle. Button on the VCR.

Meant to hear Tiến Quân Ca in person but couldn’t. If he saw the inland, I wouldn’t.

Lucas Arts revisionist tip. Script = flipped. And now…

Telling the emperor “We don’t need to see all that.” I’ll say it.

And maybe worth it. But no capitulation. The sign fixed.

- Carly.

“You, Me, Him and Her” gets played twice.

The first one’s near Luxor, prolly.

Gut snitched.

Us couldn’t stop dreaming, then I couldn’t get to sleep. Both.

“I fuck around and have you sleeping underneath something”

But that last verse, though.

- - #4

Pop culture hustling and cocaine references are the way to my heart. My heart is sullen and abandoned; full of un-shatterable Pyrex-brand measuring cups.

Or is it. Racially ambiguous inquisition. Internal. In-terminal, I keep ticking. So, maybe occupied.

Don’t knock it. I’m taking out this time. To compose choppy sentences that stop before they start because I’m so non-fiction I might call myself Tumblr Game Tom Wolfe.

Looking back, YN really inspired me with his Letters From The Editor. But nah to that “Ha!”

Flirting with disaster because she sent me a flick. Y’all are too literal. Down to the ‘I’m so crazy.’

Meanings on top of meanings. Princess and the Pea. That now archaic Jay-Z and Kanye interplay. References need a new hard drive. They’re making that grindin’, too busy to stay up-to-date sound.

I’m not looking at your dues, I’m looking past you. Why are ghosts see-through but you can’t see through what you can see.

Peter Piper was too fucking picky. End of story. Citing Antwan Patton in MLA style. If you want the references, you gotta pay for this. I accept Juelz. Pay the pause forward.

Subtle is my subtitle. You can read or watch. An internet quiz will tell you what that means for you and your personality.

John on the run eating. But wasn’t gaining.

Acting like shenanigans in loosie, but there was no explaining.

No, no, no. I’m not you, rapper.

Jesus H. Pylori. The church of disrupted insulin function and latter day faints.

Glue where the flex be. Vampires that never heard about the smallpox blankets. Paul’s Boutique sample count. Dust, brother. Trying not to bite down.

That admittance, and the small BIC. Alluhdat.

Three letters. Now I feel alluhdat.

Maybe knowing in retrospect is the win. Like when they extend those legs and and hold their hands in a state-enforced half-hearted semi-prayer position saying “I hope this provides closure for your family.”

A & B convos. Split-tests. More like a two and eight.

Good things surface for those that hold elevators. Or something.

Lost the top about fitty-leven times. No lojack. Find it, then repeat. Dementia. Kojack.

No lolli. Point the finger, no Rollie. No handle, no bars. Just folly.

Was on that “If I die, I die.” Life Game Ivan Drago.

Try to be a fatalist. Unexciting Mortal Kombat finishers.

Marcus Aurelius darts onto the screen to kill the opponent with mercy.

No hip hop genius to help you. Y’all Nah Right sidebar. Newsy. Your quotient can’t save thee. Or thou. Or you. Let’s say you.

Because I’m like Jason Bourne asking himself about that one birthday party when he was an age that gets spelled out by the Associated Press. Hope unseen sequels don’t kill my simile.

We’re all trying to live facsimile’s meaning if you said it quick. Gender neutral, though.

Don’t, doe.

Because reflection requires dedication. Three’s ain’t always charming. There’s precedent. See the millionaire trying to kickflip.

I’m not a walking version of the back of the teacher’s edition history/sociology/psychology combo cost-saving textbook.

Slight of hand. Converse with it.

Phonte’s monologues on the last two from Get Back.

That’s the point. Nipsey Russell.

[mysticmeadowscamp]

Someone: Patton, I wouldn’t expect you to pick Yoshi, he doesn’t seem like a character you would like //// Patton: I play as Yoshi because he eats people whole

no he picks Yoshi bc hes cute

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There are two video game themed Sanders Sides fanfics I’m thinking about writing. One is them playing Minecraft and the other is them having a Mario themed game night including Smash Bros. Maybe I could combine the two stories since there is a Mario texture pack for Minecraft. I think I’ll cast Thomas as Mario, Roman as Peach, Logan as Rosalina, Patton as Yoshi, Virgil as Luigi, Janus as Bowser, and Remus as Donkey Kong.