#spm fanfic

[ohmaerieme]

my contribution to the super paper dorks discord server 'big bang' event! @ooftale helped contribute to the plot of the fic and also made an amazing illustration to compliment the fic.

enjoy!

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The question sits on his tongue on errand walks throughout the Mushroom Kingdom, quiet afternoons indoors, and on high-stakes adventures to rescue the Princess. He’ll turn to his brother, grocery list in hand, chin on his palm, victorious grin on his lips, and he’ll feel it bubble up his throat.

'What happened', he wants to ask.

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or, Luigi deals with dying memories and irreversible change after the events of SPM.

3,605 words

[clownfettis]

When talking about my hc of Dimentio knowing how to sew clothes, i got the idea of him also sewing puppets

This writing wasn't planned at all, my fingers just started writing, and i didn't beta read it, but I'd still like to share it even if it's not the same quality as my other writings

I guess it kinda could be seen as a Dimentio character analysis ? Just a dip into my Dim's thoughts process

450 words

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He holds Bleck's puppet, making up a terribly fake sounding speech about how sorry he is and how he'll make things right. He tries to stay in character, but his voice still ends sliding into bitter sarcasm, his grip on the doll becoming tighter, until the button made to mimic his monocle pops and rolls around on the floor, the noise sounding startingly lound to his ears in the empty room

He lets his hand fall while dropping the act, staring bitterly at the doll in his lap. Picking at the thread of where the button used to be, his eyes drift to the blank eye and smile sewn on the fabric. Fake. Just like the real one

He absentmindedly starts mumbling Bleck's line again, though it slowly becomes more angry again. The speech morphs into Dimentio spitting out every fake word, snarling that why bother acting this since it'll never happen!

His hand closes into a fist around the thread, accidentally ripping it out. He grips at the doll tightly, hands shaking in barely contained fury as he stares at the faux fabric smile mocking him. His hands are crackling with magic when he throws it to the nearest wall of the room, and explodes it with a snap of a finger

He sits there staring at where the Bleck puppet used to be, his pulse ringing loudly in his ears as his heavy breathing fills the room, until the smell of smoke reaches him

He stops and looks at the remains of the doll, really looks. The now burnt and discolored blue and white fabric, the loose threads sticking out everywhere, his work.

He just ruined something he made

He sighs and floats up to the charred remains, bending to pick them up and see if anything can be salvaged

With the smell of smoke now intensified from the puppet being in his hands, which would have surely stained his gloves were they not already black, a small thought floats in the back of his mind

How can he create those perfect worlds when all he seems to do is destroy ?

He pushes it away and dumps the remains in the trash, wiping his hands down with a bit more force than necessary. He's spent too long here already, he shouldn't be wasting precious time.

The heroes should have already gotten the blue Pure Heart by now, he should check on Mr L's state and make sure they didn't put any annoying ideas in his head

His teleportation ripples through the reality around the room, leaving the dolls scattered on the spot where he used to be, the burn stain still smoking a distance away from them.

[dappledpaintbrush]

quick AJL!Dimentio for the soul because he is my son and he has every disease

[castiwls]

brother, brother - d.w

Paring; dean & sister!reader

Synopsis; John Winchester was never a great father but where he failed someone else stepped up

Warnings; none

Notes; this has been sitting in my drafts for ages omg

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You smiled at your brother as he appeared beside you, beers in hand. He passed one to you as he took a seat on the bonnet beside you. “Thanks.” You smiled before taking a sip. Your brother nodded before taking a sip of his own drink. 

“Remember how dad flipped the first time dad caught you drinking? Man, I think I saw fire in his eyes.” Your brother chuckled turning his head to take at you. “Oh yeah. I think that was the first time I ever faced his wrath.” You joked bumping shoulders with him. “I think I was too drunk to truly care to be completely honest.”

“You were a mess. I spent most of that night awake in case you were sick.” He shook his head. “Then you actually were sick.” He rolled his eyes. You grimaced slightly. “Please don’t remind me,” You took another sip. “Being sick on the floor in front of my younger brother was bad enough. I think I traumatised Sam that day.” 

Dean laughed. “Traumatised Sam!? It was me who had to clean it up, missy.” He exclaimed. “And I was very thankful you did.” You joked before looking out into the empty field. 

Your childhood was a touchy subject. Something which all three of you chose not to talk about unless necessary. Growing up you’d always known that your home life was less than normal, that your dad never acted in the way you saw dad’s on the TV act.

As you’d grown up you’d simply come to the conclusion that maybe John Winchester was never meant to be a dad, sure for the first two years of your life he’d played the part but even then you knew it wasn’t perfect. 

“You look like you're thinking quite hard there, you okay?” Dean bumped his shoulder with you drawing you back into the present. “I’m fine, just thinking…” You trailed off looking down at the drink in your hands. You felt your brother wrap an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer.

You both fell back into a comfortable silence for a moment before you turned your head to face him “You were more of a father to me than he ever was,” You smiled at your brother “Just so you know.”

Dean pressed a kiss to your forehead before resting his head on top of yours.

[sreyeh]

something something hurt/comfort

[ogdegenerate]

Cute bowuigi fic i’d like to come into existence is where luigi gets too tired of not getting to hang out with his huge koopa boyfriend due to his duties, so “Mr. L” busts in the castle and kidnaps the king. Of course, nobody -but Luigi’s very close circle- knows that Luigi and Mr. L are the same person, so the Dark Lands are understandably worried that their very powerful and horrifying ruler got abducted by some unknown assailant. meanwhile, the mushroom kingdom gets a word of this and realizes that Luigi (who would be sprinting out of the kingdom so save his boyfriend) is ALSO missing! And instead of connecting the dots, they come up with the conclusion that LUIGI HAS ALSO BEEN ABDUCTED. Peach and Mario KNOWS that there’s no real danger happening? But to quell the anxiety of the two kingdoms, Mario (with the assistance of the koopalings) sets off to save the koopa kind and his brother from this Villain that came out of nowhere.

While all of this is happening, we have Mr. L (AKA: Luigi) doing cute couple crap together with a tied up king koopa. Bowser can easily break free from these restraints and make an easy escape, but does he really want to? He has an excuse to be alone with his lover for as long as he wants, and he’s very touched (and slightly excited) of being the kidnappeed for once; to him this basically Luigi courting him.

Luigi: “You have just been captured by the green thunder, Mr. L! Try as you might, but there’s nothing you can do to escape, so you best not try any funny business!”

Bowser:

I basically want to see a fic of a total flip of the power dynamic where Luigi is trying to impress his huge monster boyfriend with his charismatic alter ego and Bowser is having too much fun being dragged along by his human “captor”, exhilarated of what Luigi had planned for him.

Bonus points if bowser jr. reveals himself as a stowaway cuz “MAMA WEEGEE FORGOT ABOUT ME! I WANTED TO BE KIDNAPPED TOO! ITS NOT FAIR!!!!”

[gracebethartacc]

A jesters lament is the most fanfic ever forever

@dappledpaintbrush hiiiiii 💜

Flat vers,,

[chaos-love-au]

Part 4 is out on AO3!!

Dimentio continues with his plan, he will get Mr. L back, no matter the cost.

[multicolour-ink]

This is for the prompt

Mario "i beg of you please, don't hurt Luigi"

"I beg of you, please, don’t hurt [name]"

writing prompts

Takes place in the Mario Movie verse SPOILERS FOR SUPER PAPER MARIO

(further authors notes under the cut)

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It was supposed to turn out differently.

Get the Pure Hearts, save all the worlds. That was how it was supposed to go.

Except now they found themselves facing against the unhinged jester who they had thought was merely Bleck's minion; along with a creation of his own monstrosity.

And Luigi was caught right in the middle of it.

"Isn't this delightful?", Dimentio's almost musical voice trilled. "What a glorious construction of myself and our Man in Green!"

Mario didn't answer. He clenched his fists, eyes burning. Neither he nor his companions could move because magical binds were latched around their wrists, their power forcing them to kneel on the ground.

"Surely", continued the jester, his eyes equally burning back with gleeful malice, "You ought to thank your brother for this wonderful turn of events."

Mario's heart stung as he looked at his brother. Luigi was pinned in place. Dark magic in part from Dimentio and the Chaos Heart prevented him from moving anywhere, locked in a fabricated prison. Even more disturbingly, the floral sprout that had seized control of him the moment Dimentio had activated it, had crawled ever tighter around the gaps of his cheek bones, across his mouth, and around his neck. Winding ever so much further down his body until every limb was under command of the parasite.

"You cannot begin to imagine how much I have dreamt of this moment!", Dimentio cried as he floated next to Luigi.

The green plumber still seemed to have life in him, for he whimpered and attempted to move away from Dimentio's very presence. Mario saw glints of tears in those innocent blue eyes.

"Getting the heroes to do all the work. Pretending to be the Count's loyal minion and acting like I was invested in his plan to destroy the worlds, when all I really wanted to do was recreate everything in my own perfect image! And to top it all off, the fabled Man in Green is the brother of the hero!"

Dimentio suddenly stopped his monologue and quick as a blink was right in front of Mario.

"So tell me, Man in Red", asked the jester. His eyes bore into Mario with manic exhilaration. "Doesn't that get you excited?"

Mario growled in response. It was all he could do, for his shaking wrists were bound so tight that he couldn't move them to strike even if he wanted to. All he could do was glare back with a look so scorching, it would've no doubt melted Dimentio on the spot.

The jester looked over Mario in thought, and then he pressed a glowing hand to Mario's chest. Mario gasped and tried to throw him off, but the jester's dark magic kept him firmly in place. The plumber felt like he was being searched inside. A powerful force was making its way in places that it shouldn't ever be and Mario was frozen in place, beside himself as he found himself unable to even speak.

He heard Peach give a cry of concern.

Seeming to find what he was looking for, the jester then gave an amused smirk and lifted his hand away. Mario gasped as if he had been submerged in water, and just as quickly the hatred he felt for this twisted jester came back in force.

"Interesting", Dimentio spoke up before Mario could. He paused and looked back at Luigi. The green plumber had seemingly reacted to whatever the jester had been doing to Mario, as the tears were now pouring down his cheeks and the vines had wrapped around him even tighter.

"I wonder what would happen...?", the jester mused as he turned back to Mario. He grinned widely.

"How would it feel, if the piece of him that resides within you were to just...disappear?"

Mario shook with hatred.

Dimentio cackled.

"Oh it's perfect!", he shrieked. "Hurt the enemy through love. So poetic! But in my world, you won't need any feelings like that."

He snapped his fingers and the vines holding Luigi's limbs loosened a little and the green plumber slumped to the ground.

Mario heard him sobbing.

"Witness the birth of a new world! My world!", Dimentio cried joyfully. "You will wither away as I remake this pitiful existence. Get ready for the Greatest Sh-"

He was suddenly cut off as something struck him hard in the chest. Dimentio shrieked again as he was thrown back by the force, tumbling and rolling over before colliding with the nearest wall.

The jester staggered to his feet, hand to his chest. His breaths pained.

The air was suddenly silent, save for the laboured breaths of Mario, who had somehow broken out of the magical binds and had punched Dimentio with every ounce of strength he had. It seemed to take a lot out of him though, for the red plumber stumbled as he tried to right himself up. His fist shook from both exhaustion and anger, as he stared the jester down, daring him to make another move.

Peach, Bowser, Tippi, and everyone else were equally as stunned and afraid as they gazed at the Red Hero. Luigi looked too through glazed eyes; admiration and fear for his brother temporarily overcoming the magic.

Dimentio looked down at his chest as he took his hand away. The diamond on his chest was now cracked, shards falling away from it like dust.

For a fleeting moment the jester stared in disbelief, and then all too quickly his expression became jovial and dangerous again.

"Well", he said coldly. "This got interesting."

And before anyone else could react he somersaulted up into the air again and landed behind Luigi. To everyone's horror, he yanked Luigi's head back, one hand pressed into the green plumber's throat.

Mario's heart stopped.

"Please", his voice trembled. "I beg of you please, don't hurt Luigi!"

He hated having to act like this. He hated having to beg to that jester who he more than anything wanted to do worst things to. But he'd made a grave mistake. He had aggravated Dimentio even more, and there was no telling what he was going to do now. He had to hold it back. For the sake of his brother.

But Dimentio only grinned.

"That's how we're going to play, Man in Red? So be it."

He moved the hand that was holding Luigi's throat away, and snapped his fingers.

All at once, Luigi let out a guttural scream, as the floral sprout glowed red and sprouted even more vines around him, wrapping him tighter and tighter. Very soon he slumped forward. His eyes didn't even hold any emotion, for they were now fully glazed over with no recognition at all.

"Luigi!", Mario cried. His heart pounded as he didn't breathe, didn't think, only able to watch as his brother was taken somewhere he couldn't follow.

"Time", said Dimentio giving a gracious bow in front of his creation. "For the Ultimate Showdown!"

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Authors notes under the cut

So...Dimentio in the Mario Movie verse?

In all seriousness, wanting Dimentio in the movie verse is an idea I've had for a while, and I even drew up some ideas of what he might look like. I don't know if or when I will ever post them (for they are unfinished), and for a while I just let it go as I got caught up in other things, and drawing anything SPM was becoming taxing. But then I saw this prompt show up in my inbox and I thought "Oh yeah, I know exactly what to do for this one!"

I understand that in terms of the actual movie verse, they can't go too dark in terms of the character himself, but just picturing Dimentio acting as such a flamboyant and psychotic clown (where have I seen that before?) at the very end is something I really would love to see, no joke! I think it would be pretty fun. There's nothing wrong with this new verse playing around with characters a little.

Anyway, hope you all like. I understand if this is not what the anon was expecting...but I hope they also enjoy it too.

Take care <3

[celestialpaperhaze]

Dimentio Analysis

My thoughts on this Dimentio post, recently shared with me by @iukasylvie! The post: https://altermentality.wordpress.com/2016/02/10/flair-for-the-dramatic/.

! CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR SUPER PAPER MARIO !

Okay before I address the article, I should establish my own Dimentio headcanons. I see our silly jester as a sociopath, in that he can't feel love in the same way as other people. Like Bleck, he has a void inside of him, but Dimentio fills it by feeding off of others. Basically, he likes playing around and taunting people because of how emotionally reactive they are, it's how he fills himself up. Mimi's his favorite to mess around with because she's VERY reactive. As for why he wants his own world: he wants to put on a show. The whole of existence, dedicated to entertaining him. The only characters I can liken this to are the Celestial Toymaker (DW) and the Collector (TOH).

Now first off, the article references SPM in the context of "commedia dell'arte", which was a form of theater in Italy during the Renaissance. This form of theater had three types of characters: innamorati (the star-crossed lovers), vecchi (the powerful elders of society), and zanni (the clowns). The common plot of these plays? Two young lovers, hindered by the elders, who end up turning to the zanni to reach a happy ending.

Of course, Dimentio is a zanni character type. He may not help the Count reach his happy ending directly, but his actions do lead to the wedding with Tippi so, in a sense, this does fit the archetype. And of course, I don't have to tell you who the innamorati characters are. Anyone who knows a lick about Shakespeare probably already knows the love story of Blumiere and Timpani uses a pretty strong "forbidden love" trope, but it's interesting to see this somewhat supported by other forms of theater arts! To say Nintendo and Intelligent Systems had commedia dell'arte in mind when writing SPM's story would be a stretch, but it's always cool to see some elements match across different eras and types of storytelling.

Moving on, does Dimentio care about the other minions? The article eventually concludes that yes, he must, because how could you live in a castle with four other people and not grow to love them? My headcanon lines up with this pretty well--after all, Dimentio words the Count's lie about creating a new world as a "betrayal", and a betrayal facilitates caring enough to trust someone in the first place (points at Olly's entire arc with Olivia in The New Void). But Dimentio doesn't know *how* to love, and his version of "care" is different. He likes having the others around, but as players in his game, as entertainment. That's how he sees it. He fixates on them specifically for a reason he'd never care to explain.

New Void Spoilers Below.

You could say he fixates on Luigi, too, which might seem strange when they had far less time together. Shipping aside, I think canonically Dimentio fixes on Luigi because he's the key to everything, he's a highly valuable asset and Dimentio knows it. In the New Void, this isn't exactly the case. Dimentio doesn't have anything to gain by making Luigi suffer, it's just pure fun. Sure, he COULD torment some Shaydes or D-Men instead, but they're dead and they're boring. Dimentio's also been in the Underwhere for...awhile, and Luigi is a familiar face. In his own way, Dimentio's been a little lonely. It's just that, his way of acting on this feeling is to turn it into a game of psychological warfare...

New Void Spoilers End.

Overall, the strongest part of the article is the description of Dimentio's ideal world. Don't get me wrong, I'm a big fan of darkmarxsoul's Chaos Trilogy, but this depiction of Dimentio's universe might be the best I've ever seen. “Dimentio’s goal is to maximize the amount of drama in the universe…a world with the dials of mortal anguish and despair and even joy set to maximum volume, and the banishment of the mundane. A world where he pulls all the strings to ensure this happens. The Ultimate Show.” Chilling! It's like Bill Cipher's whole Weirdmageddon deal, except rather than maximizing weirdness, DImentio would be maximizing drama, flair, and theatrics. All the world's a stage, and whatnot.

I LOVE this idea for a world of his so much that it's a wonder I haven't started writing fics centered around it already! All these new people living what they think are just ordinary lives, not knowing that it's all being orchestrated by a being that craves mere entertainment. Life as a musical, maybe a comedy tomorrow, or maybe a tragedy next week--all because Dimentio wants it to be. I mean, that's absolutely horrifying when you think about it! Enough for a brief existential crisis maybe! But it's also very cool >:)

In summary: what do we think about Dimentio? I think he's a sociopath who doesn't understand love but desperately wants to be entertained. The article's description of Dimentio's ideal world is scarily accurate and also has a LOT of fanfic potential. Dimentio himself is fun and silly, but also dangerous and probably not someone you'd want to interact with in real life.

As this is my opinion/interpretation, I'm too biased to say whether or not this aligns well with canon. But what do you think? Do you think this all fits Dimentio perfectly, or do you have other thoughts?

[ohmaerieme]

tethered.

544 words, a short little oneshot about the chaos heart and luigi, and his unfortunate amnesia of it.

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Exhaustion seeps through his bones when he finally falls unto his mattress, darkness of sleep quickly swimming behind his eyelids.

It’s the kind of exhaustion that’s clung to him since he awoke from that strange blacking out at Dimentio’s- and how the name sends shivers to his spine- beck and call. An attempt to weaken the good guys and give himself a winning chance, Luigi assumes.

But he dwells on that no longer- a smile graces his lips as he succumbs to sleep, never more grateful for a bed and a moon to shine through the window than ever. Tomorrow he and his brother will go to Peach’s castle, enjoy a celebratory cake, and enjoy the lovely, lovely calm after such a storm.

But for now, tonight, he lets himself dream- a treat after being left unconscious so many times through their journey.

His blanket softer than ever, his pillow plush and comfy, Luigi easily falls into a deep sleep.

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Luigi opens his eyes to a darkness that seeps into his veins, wraps around his lungs and whispers around his frantically beating heart.  The once-comforting pull of a deep sleep now heavy in his bones makes him panic, weighing him down to the frightening presence.

What he sees around him are hues of blacks and grays, pulsing about his vision- alive. It dances about, smooth as water and heavy as rain.

But something about the way his vision swims, the manner of this heaviness he feels, the crawling of the darkness around him… It’s familiar, in a way, and he cannot shake the feeling he’s had this dream before. And he is dreaming, he knows this to be true, just as he knows he cannot breathe here, nor can he move.

The presence does not speak. It cannot, for it has no shape, no form to mouth words- but it feels. And Luigi feels it too, bleeding into him, solid enough that he could hold it in his hands. It sings of return, ripples through the darkness that echo within his own heart.

You are limitless, it muses through him, incomprehensible. As am I.

“Nightmare,” Luigi tries to whisper out, reminding himself. His voice reaches no one's ears but his own.

I am no nightmare, it denies. I have ceased to exist. All but for one tether.

The darkness stretches, the infinite space Luigi’s found himself in feeling cramped, as if held tightly together in a little box.

A flicker of white sprints through the darkness, and as his eyes follow it, he takes sight of his hands, laid against his sides. His body is swallowed by shadow, but one thing stands out starkly in the nothingness.

His hands are gloved in black, white stitching its edges and little stars dangling from the sleeves of them. A ringing sound burns through his head, the creeping imagery of a plant of all things itching at his skull.

The image fades as quickly as it sprouts, the emptiness around him filling that block. He wrenches his gaze upwards, the dark curiously watching all around him, calculating.

This dream will pass, as all dreams do. He just has to wake up.

Wake up, the emptiness echoes, almost mockingly. Its swaying hues of night almost emulate familiar laughter.

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[aro-luigi]

Luigi, Mr. L, and Gooigi, are all part of a system that lives in Luigi's body! Join them in random adventures, or just chill while they game!!

[dappledpaintbrush]

(very early) morning report

[kelbunny]

It feels so wild that Thousand Year Door is remastered, bc it feels like the only mario game that wouldn't fly today. Heck the original English release had to be censored from the Japanese version

Like you have, off the top of my head:

a noose in the center of Rogueport

Casino. With gambling rip pokemon game corners btw. That is managed by Boos in cat versions of the playboy bunny outfit or were bunny outfits in the japanese version

There's a segment where you play as a naked Peach. She's invisible, but naked nonetheless.

if I remember, at the beginning of the game, you see a small gang fight between the Piantas and whatever the other gang was

Dragon with a foot fetish. Who eats half the audience.

Skeletal Pirate. Who eats half the audience's souls.

Kids talking about eating their mom after she was turned into a pig

There's definitely more weird crap, but like, it's a weird mario game.

Still curious how the Pianta Parlor will be handled in the remaster. Like, it's an important location for the story, but at the same time gambling doesn't fly in games anymore.

[papermariogirl257]

Since you were asking for Dimentio prompts, here's one (By the way, sorry I kept bumping the follow button on and off!): Dimentio reminiscing on the good old days, the machinations he set in motion, the things nobody else remembers because he made them forgotten, all the paths he's guided so long from the shadows finally coming together.

Sorry, this took so long, but thanks for the ask! I'll try to post more often and answer asks immediately from now on!

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(Dimentio's POV)

I've waited for this day for as long as I can remember, like a teenager finally graduating. Now, it's time to go for my degree. I remember the days before this plan was set in motion… Things were so much simpler back then… Before the Prophecy… No, I mustn't look to the past! I must keep looking to the future like a scam artist pretending to be a fortune teller! I can't go back now, even if I wanted to… Not since the accident…

I can't believe things fell into place so easily, like a puzzle made for toddlers! Truly, these so-called ‘Heroes of Prophecy’ are quite gullible. They were all guided so easily, like cows to the slaughter. I too was naive once, but that was long ago. I was soft, but I toughened up. They didn't think this plan would work, that the Dark Prognosticus or the Chaos heart would ever fall into my hands. But I'll prove them all wrong. I'll be the best they've ever seen! Ahahahaha!~

This plan was more complex than it may seem to the inexperienced. Long ago, I entrusted the Dark Prognosticus to the Tribe of Darkness, knowing full well they couldn't fathom its power. Once I planted the seed in that old fool's mind that his son might have a human lover, the chain reaction started, like dominoes. The ancients, as well as the infernal witch Jaydes, certainly threw a wrench in my plans, but that only made me more determined.

I searched for years for that lovesick fool. That is after those wretched ancients had the gall to kill me! I'm so glad I escaped that place, although at least they treated me like an evil mastermind there. They had the right idea, unlike them. I'll prove them wrong. I'll prove them all wrong. They will never mock me again. Instead, they'll cower in fear, like the insignificant worms they are. I'll never again live in the streets, never again will I go hungry…

I grew closer to Bleck's little minions than I expected. O'chunks was useful for extra muscle, as well as a text subject for my floro sprout, even if he has rather subpar intelligence. However, his brutish Scottish accent is rather primitive and got on my nerves after a while. Young Mimi was quite amusing to prank, as she always had quite dramatic reactions. She was quite obsessed with her rubees, and her way of shifting into other forms is rather off-putting. Her spider-like form that she uses for battle is especially chilling. Her diary was a rather amusing read though, like the funnies at the end of a newspaper!

Nastasia, however, is as dull as a child-proof door knob. She was always at the count’s side, and was quite a stickler for all his rules, though most she created on her own. She has hypnosis powers, which are rather intimidating.

Mr. L, the legendary man in green, was by far the most amusing minion, other than myself of course. He was also quite useful to my plans. It's quite a shame he thinks I murdered him. He always thought so highly of himself and that ‘Brobot’ he was working on, completely unaware that he wasn’t his own person! How could one not even know they are an artificial construct, brought about by hypnosis and dark magic? How pathetic! Still, a rather formidable adversary.

Such a shame they'll all meet such an untimely end, like side characters in a rather unsavory book. Maybe I could make room for them in my perfect worlds. If they behave as they should, like children on their best behavior, perhaps I might.

Then there's the count. If he hadn't fallen in love with that human all those years ago, my plan would have never come into fruition so beautifully. He may have taken quite a while to find the Prophecy in his search for his lost love, but he got it all the same. Although, he never found true success until he broke. Once his heart was shattered, his mind quickly followed.

In this state, he can't think quite as clear, especially when it comes to his old morals. He is so depressed, he tricked all his minions- except me of course- into believing he would make perfect worlds after he destroyed everything, but his plan was to destroy everything, including himself. Of course, this could never do! The Chaos heart will be put to must better use in my hands.

After I found that lovesick old fool and his lackeys, everything fell oh so easily into place. All I needed was to trick that weed King Croacus into lending me a floro sprout. Maybe now those peasants will respect me. They'll have to! I'll rule over them all, I'll be the Master of Dimensions, the ruler of all worlds! Now, I think I hear the sound of my dearest count losing! Showtime! Ahahahahah!~

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Hope this is sufficient! If you guys want me to do more writing, let me know! Ciao

[crookednachogalaxy]

idea: luigi and bowser are married. mario and peach call for help one day, as the mushroom kingdom is getting invaded. luigi goes to help and bowser stays behind to watch over their kingdom (much to his chagrin)

fighting the invading army is going well, they were a short distance from getting them to surrender when luigi receives a whack on the head from behind. the force of the hit is big enough to a) knock him out immediately, and b) somehow switch his entire personality to mr. L, who they all thought didn't exist in luigi's mind anymore after SPM.

so now mr. L is badmouthing mario in the middle of the courtyard (who is desperately trying not to let it get to him), egging him on to fight as peach is just plain stressed in the background. she ends up calling bowser to come, explaining what happened as they approach the bros location. when they enter, mr. L immediately jumps over to bowser and pulls him down by the spiked collar, talking to him in italian. while bowser didnt understand the phrase, the raw lust and confidence of the delivery and mario's gagging in the background let the koopa know whatever his lover had said was filthy. the thought of it alone had bowsers tail wagging and heart thumping wildly. before mr. L could become more publicly inappropriate, peach asked bowser to "entertain" his husband while they searched for a solution.

the next three days would be interesting for bowser. the nights would be spent on nasty endeavours, mr. L proving himself to be dominating and insatiable in bed - quite the difference from luigi's tender approach to it when he topped. he would proceed to snore half the day away, and then either hunt for food or flirt with bowser. after three days, peach and mario visited with a medical expert.

they only wanted to get more info on the situation, but mr. L was relentless in egging on mario still. it got to the point that the red plumber gave his brother another whack to the head - that being, funnily enough, the answer to getting luigi back to normal. while no answers would be found as to why it worked or even happened in the first place, bowser was sure to address his newly found kink with his beloved.

(bonus plot twist: the og bonk on the noggin didnt actually change luigi into mr. L, but gave him the excuse he had been searching for to try out something new in the bedroom. it may have worked a little too well, hehe)