#also uncle mario <3 <3 <3 <3
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cow boy tier list very important
#sentai#hyuuga jiraiya instant S tier both members of the special boy jar#bonus points hyuuga for being a cow boy thats also a cowboy#also uncle mario <3 <3 <3 <3#bullblack and makito both VERY GOOD both BIG BROTHERS both COWS love them both to death but they arent hyuuga soooo#B tier two very good boys that are black and also cows#tetsu chan baby i'm so sorry but you are the literal definition of just a guy that is here#time force lucas levels of 'i wish you actually got to be a character'#literally i have only seen up to the red ninja crossover of ninninger and then i felt 'damn i should watch those two seasons first'#so i did. and then completely forgot to keep watching ninninger whoops#i WILL watch it at SOME POINT i just need to stop getting distracted#if i missed some very good cow boys pls let me know so i can add their seasons to the watch list#love me a good cow boy
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Catch Me If You Can 2/3
Mob!Bucky x single mom police officer
I am so happy you all loved these two so here is more from this AU. I had the story half in mind but wasn’t sure if people would feel it, once again, LMK if you want more!
Warnings: fluffffff, single mom reader, crappy ex, Mob Bucky is a whole ass warning
Part 1
Part 3
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You woke up to the smell of fresh coffee, sun pouring in the giant room, your body still aching from the night before but the peaceful rest proved to be helpful. You smiled at the steaming cup that sat by your bedside table, picking up the hand drawn card that was placed beside it; giant heart coloured red was in the middle with the words Get Well Soon decorated in bold letters. You grinned, opening the card to read your sons hand writing.
Dear mommy,
Get well soon. Uncle Bucky says he took good care of you and that you’ll arrest him once you’re all better. He bought me a kinder egg. He seems nice. Maybe give him a running head start.
Love and kisses and cuddles,
Jordan
PS: Can we stay a little longer? Peter is still trying to beat me in Mario Kart
On the side of the card were a bunch of other messages, each signed by Bucky’s men. You shook your head at the signatures, your son having asked every one of Bucky’s men to sign the card, well wishes from them all scattered across the paper. A knock at the door broke you away from the card as Bucky peeked in, happy to see you were awake.
“Where did he get art supplies” You snorted, while Bucky walked in, carrying a tray of eggs and toast. You whispered a quiet thank you as he set it down for you, taking a seat by the edge of the bed.
“Had Steve pick some up” Bucky couldn't help but chuckle, remembering the way your son had asked him to sign the card before proceeding to go around the house with a glittery pen.
“He loves to draw” you hummed, tracing over the bright, colourful letters on the smooth paper, the materials clearly from a higher quality art store. As nice as everything was at the moment, tension lingered in the air; the question of how you ended up in this position in the first place still left unanswered.
“What happened” Bucky spoke softly while you turned away not meeting his gaze. Your jaw clenched as your hand skimmed over the bandage that covered your gash, a dull ache still radiating through your side.
“It was-nothing” You lied poorly, unsure of to explain the situation to Bucky of all people, “Just some people trying to scare me”
He didn’t believe it for a second.
“This was personal doll” Bucky tilted your chin to meet his eyes, knowing damn well even some of the more unruly gang members in the area wouldn’t dare attack a police officer in their home, especially when they had a child. “Who hurt you”
“It doesn’t matter” You shook your head feeling helpless, knowing the problem wasn’t something you’d ever be able to easily get rid of. Bucky chewed his lip, deciding not to press the matter further but he couldn’t help the curiosity that still picked his brain.
“Jordan came to me...didn’t call 911″ He cocked his head, wondering why your son would chose to come to his club over easily calling 911 to help you, something you would have surely taught him. (Especially after he had kidnapped him...)
“He goes to people he can trust” You stated, nibbling on the toast, groaning at the grin that spread across Bucky’s face, “Don’t get it twisted, that doesn't mean I trust you”
“Of course, officer”
God, he was such a little shit. You hated the way his charming laugh made your insides giddy along with the way he was taking care of both you and your son. As if he could read your thoughts on que, he spoke before you could mentioning leaving. “Stay a little longer”
“Bucky-”
He shook his head, not letting you speak further, urging you to finish breakfast instead.
“Your home was compromised, the locks were broken off. Let Sam and Steve clear some stuff up a bit and reinstall some new locks. They’re on it right now”
You wanted to protest but you also knew there was no arguing with him, if all past encounters with his illegal antics proved anything. When he set his mind to something, he did it. This was one of the few times you were secretly happy he was so hard headed.
“Alright” You smiled softly, cocking your brow at the smirk that danced on his lips immediately after.
“Can’t promise I won’t give myself a spare, doll” Bucky winked leaving you to finish eating and rest up while he quietly made his way out to make sure your house was taken care of.
As promised, Sam and Steve had gone above and beyond, cleaning and patching up all the damages, including replacing the broken photo frames that were smashed to bits. The locks they added were far stronger than the ones you had from the Home Depot, clearly purchased from somewhere you had no idea existed. Bucky had dropped you home along with a very excited Jordan who felt like he had Christmas twice this year, hauling bags of art supplies behind him.
“Y’know this changes nothing” You reminded him, your cheeks warming up at the way he bit his lip, giving you a cocky smirk.
Little shit.
“Wouldn’t have it any other way, doll”
*****
As expected, gang activity was back up and you were back to your job of investigating the latest nonsense Bucky was up to. You seemed to still be the only one concerned about stopping what he was doing while the rest of the department pretended not to see a damn thing. Most of the day would alternate between you trying to do your job and being told to lay off the mob boss.
The worst was the little traitor that lived under your own roof.
“Uncle Bucky is kinda like Batman” Jordan stated while you gave him a pointed look, continuing to make him breakfast which now consisted of scrambled eggs and toast, just like how uncle Bucky makes them.
“Explain” You knew you were going to regret asking as soon as it came out of your mouth.
“Well, he’s rich. Very rich. He likes to help people. He wears a suit. He stops the bad guys”
“He is a bad guy Jordan” You had your hands on your hip, challenging Bucky’s latest swimfan.
“But the badder guys! That has to count for something” He peeked at you with hopeful eyes before turning back to his toast, nervously poking at it. “Can I play with Peter?”
“Peter” You frowned, not remembering any of Jordan’s friends with that name. “Peter who?”
“Paarkerr” He drawled out, blinking up at you while you connected the pieces together, your eyes growing wide.
“Absolutely not”
“But moooom” Jordan gave you his best puppy pout, “None of the kids in my class are as good, you told me I should challenge myself”
“That doesn’t mean you find competition in the house of the Mafia, Jordan!” You scoffed while he slumped his shoulders, hopping off his chair to get ready for school. You knew he was guilting you, acting as if you had refused to feed him for the rest of his life, staring out the car window like a sad puppy on his way to the pound. You kissed him goodbye, promising him you’d “think about it” before driving over to the prescient, most of the day filled with paperwork, a part of your actually thinking about letting Jordan play video games with Peter before you shook some sense back into your head.
Just because he saved you once didn’t mean you had to let your son play with his junior henchmen.
*****
You sipped on some tea as evening rolled around after helping Jordan with homework, the rest of his night spent using the newest fancy art supplies he’d gotten. You no longer paid attention to the show on TV, frowning at the unmarked truck that had circled the block twice. Then three times. You carefully reached for a gun tucked under the sofa and stood by the side of the window just out of sight. The SUV came to a stop near your driveway; uncalled for butterflies erupting in your tummy when you realized who it was.
Bucky stepped out of the truck while you opened the door, your son much quicker than you, slipping past your arm and darting straight outside.
“Uncle Bucky!!” Jordan grinned, bounding towards the all black SUV, ignoring your calls for him to slow down, maybe not run with so much passion and admiration for a man who had once kidnapped him and taken care of you and nursed you back to health and changed your locks and why the hell were you feeling hot and fuzzy right now.
“Hey kid” Bucky smiled while you huffed, making your way over, poorly masking the smile that tugged at your lips.
“Did you get lost Barnes, or were you here to kidnap me today instead?” You teased while Jordan slipped back into the truck to talk to his second favorite “Uncle” Steve.
“You wound me doll, y’know, I’m not just a heartless gang leader” his facial expression almost the exact same as what Jordan had given you earlier. “Just came to see how you were” He said sincerely, not realizing his heart rate had calmed as soon as he saw you and your little one safe in your home.
“We’re safe” You nodded, your heart fluttering at the way his gaze softened, scanning the area just to be sure there wasn’t anyone he didn’t recognize lingering near by.
“Good to know” Bucky murmured, giving you a once over before getting back in the truck and leaving for the night. He didn’t like that he was still in the dark over what your story was. He didn’t like not knowing who hurt you; they were still out there and it made him sick. You didn’t deserve that. Jordan didn’t deserve that. You didn’t need to know that he had done some digging, learning a bit more about you but not enough to get answers.
You also didn’t need to know that his unannounced visits were more frequent that you realized, sometimes a car circling around Jordan’s school, sometimes a quick roll around the block at midnight.
Steve and Sam were only able to contain themselves for so long, making their own betting pool over how this would all end.
They hoped it’d end with them getting a nephew.
Maybe one day.
*****
6 missed calls
4 voicemails
100+ text messages
Your jaw clenched watching your phone ring again, the No Caller ID screen shining bright as you ignored the call. Of course you still had the other issue to deal with. One that you had kept hidden ever since you moved to the city. One that had followed and found you over and over again, even after you managed to change your number and address.
The nightmare never stopped.
“You gonna get that? Someone’s been trynna to reach you all day” Your boss piqued as he walked by, curiously eyeing your phone that had been ringing the entire morning and afternoon, eventually muffled when you stuffed it in your bag.
“It’s fine” You gave him a tight lipped smile, waiting for him to pass by before calling your son’s school and making sure he was still there, informing them to not let anyone else pick him up but you.
As you drove home with him, you were on edge, your nerves ready to snap, heart rate spiking erratically. Jordan chatted your ear off about how he was still the reigning champion of his video game but you couldn’t help but feel a sense of uneasiness, the same feeling you got the day Bucky rescued you. The same day you were attacked.
You just knew.
The front door was still locked as you inserted the key.
The lights were all still turned off.
But you knew.
The hairs on your neck stood up as soon as you entered your home, the smell of alcohol enough for you to know who was already inside.
“Babycheeekss”
Your stomach flipped, the blood in your veins turning into ice as he stepped out from the shadows, his feet crunching over the glass from the window he had broken into.
Not again.
“Baby, go upstairs” you whispered to your son, who was reluctant to leave your side, refusing to look at the man that was supposedly his father. You nudged him, giving his shoulder a gentle squeeze urging him to leave; the last thing you needed was for him to be further traumatized. Jordan shakily made his way up, stopping at the top of the stairs so he’d still be able to see you, reaching for the baseball bat he had kept by his room.
Uncle Bucky would be proud of me, he thought, his small hands tightening around the handle, fiercely protective over his mama.
“Why are you here” You hissed, flashbacks clouding your mind over the way he had broken into your house and didn’t take no for an answer.
He’d rather have you dead than live peacefully single.
“To see my son” Your ex shrugged, taking another casual step towards you while you backed up, slowly reaching for your gun. “I mean, he is my son, isn’t he? Unless you think there’s reason to believe he isn’t” Andrew sneered, while you scoffed, your hands trembling, hoping Jordan was safe in his room before you drew your weapon. The last thing you needed was for him to get hurt while protecting the both of you.
Before you could do anything, the front door swung open with a bang, your ex’s eyes growing wide, frozen in place, focused on the man that was now behind you.
You turned around, gasping at the soft baby blue eyes that were peering down at you, his pink lips this time with a deep frown instead of his typical boyish smirk. Bucky gently tugged your arm, pulling you behind him, keeping you far away from your ex who was staring daggers at the both of you.
“What the fu-”
“Stay away from her” Bucky growled while you ex scoffed, taking a step forward instead.
“And who the hell are you? Her latest fuck? A new boytoy to play with?” Your ex challenged, unable to hide the quiver in his voice. If not for the seriousness of the situation, Bucky would have laughed. It was a valid question. Who was he to you anyway?
“Mommy?” Jordan padded down the stairs, instantly rushing to your side, his worries washing away when he saw who had come to the rescue.
“Stay upstairs Jordan” You tried to urge him back upstairs but he stayed rooted in place, not willing to leave if there was someone trying to hurt you.
“Let me see my son-” Andrew tired to take a step forward but Bucky wasn't having any of it, keeping the both of you behind him, and pushing your ex away.
“Don’t” Bucky growled, keeping his itching hands away from his gun. It would have taken him all but 1 second to put a bullet between Andrews eyebrows and have the body disposed of within the half hour but he didn’t want to either of you to have to witness that.
“Hey bud” Your ex tried to reach out for Jordan again, hoping he’d get some leverage if he got him in his hands. “C’mon, you missed me, didn’t ya?”
Jordan trembled, his small hand clutching onto the back of Bucky’s suit jacket, the other still holding his bat. He shook his head, tightening his grip when he saw the anger flash across his fathers eyes. Bucky reached behind, taking your hand in his, holding it firmly in his grip hoping to ground you.
“Leave” Bucky stared at your ex, nodding towards the door, giving him a final warning to leave with his life. Andrew glared at him before narrowing his eyes at you and Jordan while he silently left, the look he gave you telling you this wouldn’t be the last time he’d see you. Or so he thought.
As soon as he was out the door, Bucky immediately turned to you, his hand cupping your face, scanning you up and down for any signs of injury, his features softening when he didn’t see anything.
“You’re coming with me” Bucky stated, taking your hand in his again, ignoring the way his heart was still beating out of his chest. You wanted to argue against it but you didn’t feel safe in your own home and a hotel didn’t exactly seem like a safer option.
Perhaps sleeping with the enemy wasn’t so bad...
At least sleeping at his house.
You cocked an eyebrow, glancing at the door that was perfectly in tact, no signs of a forced entry from when Bucky entered the house. How the hell did he get in.
“How did you-”
“Told you I’d make myself a spare” Bucky grinned, twirling a small gold key between his fingers, itching to wrap his arms around you. He squeezed his hand to his side instead, letting you go up to pack some things to take to his place while he waited for you outside.
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You had agreed to stay at his place until the window as fixed and a security system was installed throughout your house.
Then you agreed to stay for an additional week just to be safe.
Then that turned into two weeks to make sure Jordan was extra safe.
Then that turned into three weeks while Bucky took care of business. He didn’t tell you what that meant but he promised you’d never have to worry about Andrew again.
The nature of your relationship was confusing.
You spent time with Bucky, sometimes with Jordan and sometimes all by yourself while both boys ditched you to do something that would probably leave you reeling. There had even been a number of times where Bucky himself had gone to pick up Jordan from school, your little one more than happy to ride in the huge dark truck, any chance he got.
You had no idea what to do with yourself, screaming internally on a daily basis, wondering why someone who did 101 illegal things a day made you feel giddy, feel safe, feel butterflies, all while quietly tossing a body off into the lake.
It didn’t matter what you felt.
It didn’t matter than his charming smile made you melt.
It didn’t matter than he took care of you in every way possible, not once looking at you in a way that was disrespectful.
Nothing mattered.
You were both still too different for anything to happen.
Sweet as Bucky was, nothing would happen between the both of you.
That's just how things had to be.
You reminded yourself that every night, whenever Jordan rambled on for hours over how much fun he had with uncle Bucky, how he taught him self defense, bought him more art supplies, beat Peter at video games again, got used as a human volley ball between uncle Steve and Sam.
That's just how things had to be.
Then why were you still in his house.
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“I don’t think I like the name Uncle Bucky anymore”
“You don’t, huh?” Bucky smirked at his little side kick, your son no longer paying attention to his homework which he now often did in Bucky’s office. He took a sip from his apple house, swirling the ice around the glass cup just as Bucky did with his whiskey, taking another long drag before setting it down.
“We look alike” Jordan stated, looking up at the mob boss while they both sat on the office couch, neither of them focused on their work anymore. Jordan reached over for the kinder egg that sat on the table, a treat Bucky had bought him for doing well on his math test.
“We do” Bucky nodded, while Jordan smiled in satisfaction, munching on the chocolate, scooting over a little closer to Bucky.
“Some people say you look like my dad” He spoke a little more quietly this time, inching closer until he was pressed against Bucky’s side.
“Uh-huh” Bucky watched Jordan curiously while he assembled the toy, chewing on his bottom lip.
“Sooo...”
“Soo?” Bucky waited for him to continue while Jordan fidgeted with his kinder egg toy, his eyes now trained on his lap, worried about what the answer would be.
“Can I call you dad instead?” His voice was small, wavering slightly, unsure how Bucky would react. He held his breath, not daring to look anywhere else, hoping his request wouldn’t upset the mob boss. He didn’t need to know that he’d already been calling Bucky dad in his head for a while.
What would da-uncle Bucky say?
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Obey Me! Brothers take care of their baby while you’re away
Warning: possible heart attack from cuteness
Y/C/N = Your Child’s Name
you know, his baby was pretty well behaved
but was pretty restless after you left
a day without you was lonely
not just for your baby but him as well
you just always knew what to say and do
“I know you’re not going to want to sit with me at my desk for hours, so let’s go find something that you’ll like.”
honestly he would try different things to see what your baby seemed to enjoy
cats? anime? reading? sleeping? different foods? money? shopping?
he was a bit prideful when his baby seemed to relax when he put on some music on his record player
“A fellow Mozart enthusiast? Excellent taste.”
he also realized that his darling child also really adored Cerberus
and Cerberus really was fond of Y/C/N, even lifting them up when they stumbled over
it was never a fun time when you had to go somewhere
it wasn’t that your baby didn’t like him, it wasn’t that
just why do you have to go? can’t you take them?
they miss you, come back
like father like baby
but the credit card teether seemed to calm them down fine
honestly Mammon would try to find something to keep them busy for the day
“Why don’t we make something for mama/papa?”
and just like that, the two would spend the day finger painting or coloring with crayons
Luckily he was prepared for this
not to mention he’s played lots of games where you had to take care of a baby
not to mention your whole theme for this baby was them being your player 3
he would have a box of toys in his room for his baby
he always made sure that his prized collectables were no way in reach or had the possibilities of falling
He would pull up a nice game like mario or sonic and set them on his lap
he would give them their tiny baby controller and he’d have his
“You’re the expert, Y/C/N, ready?”
he’d be watching their tiny fingers hit buttons and would play accordingly to his baby’s playstyle so they’d think they were really playing
but he’d also help them win
“Woah, Y/C/N! You’ve beaten my highest score!”
honestly you going out gave him the opportunity to take his baby out of a father-baby day
he would have his baby carrier strapped to his front and he’d be carrying a diaper bag full of everything that was surely needed
he even had a guide to babies for dummies daddies
he knew what he was doing, but just in case
he would take his baby to a cat café and then to a local library where he could a picture book about cats softly
“Which kitty do you like best Y/C/N?”
he might even been conned into getting a kitten for your child
as if he could resist the hopeful eyes and charming smile
“Y/C/N, do you wanna go prank Lucifer after this?”
he would only get a devilish giggle from his child, but he knew that it was a yes
SHOPPING TRIP!!!
his child was in need of the latest fashion
and frankly so was he
“You’re the best dressed in the whole world, Y/C/N-besides me of course.”
he would even ask his child what shade of certain makeup he would think fit him for the day
honestly this trip would be a great way for people to see him
and lord does he love the attention
and luckily for him, his child did too
Beel would be on a mission to make sure that his little one was entertained while you were gone
breakfast together and then it was off to say hello to the other uncles
he got a baby book from Satan who he’d asked to get for Y/C/N
he asked Levi to sew Y/C/N’s favorite teddy back up after being used as a teether
a brief nap with Uncle Bels was needed as they had a long day yet
he would take them to the park so they could play on the swing or go down the slide
he would be grateful to Mammon when he agreed to come along
“Y/C/N? Want some ice cream?”
heh
he would feed his baby and change them if need be
he’d change them into their little cow onesie & wear a matching one himself
and then it was off to have a bit of a rock in the comfy rocking chair
if they were lucky, they’d sleep right there and wait for you to get home
if his baby was as restless as you, he would sing to them softly and cuddle them in your shared bed in the attic
when you’d get home, you’d find both of them snuggling together on your pillow
#obey me#obey me headcanons#obey me lucifer#obey me mammon#obey me leviathan#obey me satan#obey me asmodeus#obey me beelzebub#obey me belphegor
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Today at work i got insanly inspired to write and once i got off work, i immidiently went on my phone to type it out. XD I just finished a 3 hour long writing ses(had a 15 minute food break in the middle). ^^ Probably just gonna forever gonna be a wip thing, but it was fun and i'm kinda proud of it. Despite it being rough in some parts, mostly because i wanted to rush to the 2nd half and i didn't wanna get stuck, i'm happy to share it. ^^
It's a kinda long, so i'm gonna add a Read more line to not fill your dash with text. Also, first time trying formatting out! XD
So, originally this post was just gonna be a "i actually wrote something! Look!" thing, just showing of some work i did, but after writing the reason why i wrote a line a certain way, it went into something very sad and kinda dark, so if you don't wanna read about death, a light mention of suicidal thought and grief... just stop after What even is my life.
Idk why i wrote it, but it took alot of effort and it feels... important to me, i guess. Part of processing and such. So, yeah. Read at your discretion. Thank you for your time. 💜
Ezio had many regrets in his long life. Not being there when his father and brothers were arrested. Of not being there more for his sister and mother. Of not trying to be together with Cristina. Not being able to save her. Or being able to save Uncle Mario and Monteriggioni. But biggest of all, not having spent more time with his family before the execution.
He had love, but didn't cherish it. Didn't truly feel it and took it for granted. But unlike so many others, Ezio could take those regrets and change them. Thanks to Desmond.
When he walked into the Library, he thought he might get an answer or two in return for many more. He truly didn't expect that calling out Desmonds name while the Apple bathed the walls in gold would result in it being answered by the being himself.
The being looked like a man, clad in a white light, eminating from a strange device under his right arm. His face looked like an exact replica of Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad's face, though his build was closer to his. Broad shoulders hidden underneath a strange hooded white doublet and long legs wearing strange tight fitted pants made from a material he did not recognise. Even the scar was the same as his! Was Ezio made in the image of the one he was the Prophet for? Was Altaïr the herald? All questions Ezio wondered, but not knowing if Desmond was like Minerva or not, he dared not waste any questions if the beings patient was thin.
But first: "Are you Desmond?" He had to know, have it confirmed, even if the being appeared after the name was called.
"Ezio? Is this the Library? Am i seriously bleeding while dying!?" Desmond was looking around at the empty tomb, before his eyes returned upon Ezio.
"Yes, this is Altaïr's library. You are bleeding? I do not see any blood and you are dying!? Is there anything i can do to help you? Please, my lord. Tell me what i need to do to save you." Ezio was desperate to know his purpose and if all his life lead to this moment, where he could save Desmonds life, he would fulfill it.
"There's nothing you can do. I am dying semi willingly and even if this is some Animus infused death hallucination, it is nice having my last moments with you, even if your not really here. I am so sorry i couldn't answer any of your questions or try to save you from losing everything. You never deserved any of it. In the end it didn't really even matter. I am sorry you wasted your time chasing riddles and ghosts." He looked so grieve struck while saying it and the look Desmond had while gazing down onto Ezio could only be described as lovingly.
"What do you mean? Could you have saved my uncle!? My father and brothers!? Why didn't you if you do not think i deserved it! I have served the Brotherhood almost my entire life, sacrificed so much trying to find out what Minerva meant and now your telling me that it was all for nothing!? If you think i wasted my time then give it back!"
Desmonds eye's widen before softly smiling and saying: "Your right, you wasted your time and sacrificed too much for nothing. Let's change that."
Before Ezio knew it, the world went white and he knew nothing more.
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When Ezio awoke, it was to a bed he hadn't seen in almost 40 years. His childhood bed and his room. He couldn't believe it. He was given a second chance. To live his life. To right wrongs. To save his family! To think going to the Library would result in this!
At the thought of the Library, Ezio suddenly remembered Sofia. To have forgotten her and even abandoned her without a second thought left Ezio feeling guilty. Would she wait outside the Library before realising he would never come back? Or because he is now in the past, a past where he intends to change the future, would she never meet him? Never exist? The thought of her hurt, but like so many others, Ezio knew that him being in her life would have risked hers. Even if she knew and accepted it, it is still better if she never got the chance to know him and inevitibly suffer because of it. Same with Cristina. Though he could now choose her, he knew that despite the many mistakes in his life, the Brotherhood was not one of them and his refusal to properly let her go killed her. Letting that life affect her once again was too cruel. It was for the better to just let her go.
Federico nudged him with his elbow. "Brother, what has you thinking so hard you look like you bit into something bitter?"
"Nothing much, just wondering what i should get." Ezio smiled and laughed. He was currently out with his family on a trip the market. The last time around, he had decided to sneak off to spend some time with a girl he didn't even remember the name of anymore instead of spending time with his loved ones, to his great shame and regret. This was the last thing his family had done together outside of dinners before the execution in 3 days. That he missed out on it was one of his biggest regrets, but Desmond let him change it.
That Ezio might never truly understand or know what or who Desmond is, how he watched him in the Vault or even what Minerva's people and the Pieces of Eden truly were will forever haunt him, but the trade to see his family again and to even be able to save them is a fair trade. He can go his life wondering these questions and maybe try to find them now that he will have more time, thanks to already knowing the Templars plans and who will be an enemy or ally.
He felt a finger poke him inbetween his eyebrows.
"There you go again Brother. Thinking too hard! Be careful or you might hurt yourself." Federico teased before yelping and then laughing when Ezio pushed him.
"Please don't start fighting now sons." Their father said before turning back to the stall owner to continue discussing what wares to buy and the prices.
"Sorry Father!" Ezio said before giving his brother a teasing look that promised this was not over.
Ezio remembered this day well enough. Not to remember the woman he decided to chase, but enough to know that when his family had been at the market a horse had run wild there and according to Claudia, nearly trampled her down in the confusion.
He was a bit sceptical to believe it was as close as she had made it out to be, but he knew horses much better now than he did before. After years of riding them to and from places in the chase for his targets, he knew that having one running towards you in a blind panic could scare anyone. Even though he knew to be wary of them and treat them with respecy during his original childhood, he didn't truly get how these gentle beings could be as scary as his sister had made the poor creature out to be.
According to his family, it had been a war horse, bloodied, running around in a blind panic, probably scared from a skirmish. Being chased by guards hadn't helped and eventually the guards got a good shot at it and put it down.
Ezio wanted to save his sister years of fearing horses, so he kept an eye and a ear out for any signs that the animal was on it's way.
There. A scream. Everyone stopped and looked around for the source. The source was still hidden by the crowds, but in the distance you could start seeing people moving away from something coming this way and the screams were getting closer.
Ezio breathed and slipped into his Second Sight, the Eagle Vision, as he now knew Altaïr had called it. Or more accuratly, Eagle Sense. With the years, his constant use and need for it had changed his Sight. It had become much stronger, letting him see farther, expanded his hearing, to let him hear his enemies heartbeat and even know what moves they were going to make. Even let him know where his enemies was going to go on a patrol route.
It truly was a gift and now he would use it to try and predict where the animal would go, as to lead his sister and family away from the danger. Then he saw it. The shine of something important. Something that glowed as strongly as the Apple of Eden had. The horse.
There was much about his Gift he could not explain. He had tried, but it is much like explaining sight to a blind person. Why things he didn't even know about could glow gold and lead him to the answer. Why allies glowed blue and enemies red, nor how he could tell friend from foe and now. His Sight told him, with the same intuition as telling friend from foe, that this horse was Desmond.
How is Desmond here? Why? Did he lie about dying? Or was certain death only a large chance that Desmond beat? Ezio supposed it did not matter. If he lets events play as they had before, Desmond would be struck down by an arrow within minutes. Oh, maybe Desmond had tried to prevent his father and brothers demise, but was struck down in the attempt? Though, why choose to do it as a rampaging horse? Either way, Desmond was clearly panicking, almost upon him now. If Ezio could not calm him down, his death was guaranteed.
But how? Ezio has just seconds now to plan a way to stop him before he is trampled down.
Then, he finally realises, that among the bright gold he shines, he also glowes blue. Such a deep colour which he has only seen in the greatest friends or closest family and he knows, Desmond would never harm him. The look of pure love on Desmonds face made more sense now.
So Ezio decides to not move and simple raise up his hands, as if to pet the horse.
"EZIO!"
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Desmond was in pain. He knew that Juno lied about his death being quick and painless, but god, why did it have to hurt so much!? During his hallucination, it wasn't nearly so bad! And can't forget the weird nightmare he's having ontop of it. He's a goddamned horse on some battlefield. He was rearing up when the nightmare started, neighing as his rider was shot and killed by an arrow.
There's so much blood. The smell strikes fear in his heart. There's so much red. He slips into Eagle Vision and there's even more red. Not a spec of blue. A sword slides against the armor he is wearing and the screech of metal is too much. He bolts.
He needs to run. Away from the monsters with sharp sticks. Away from the smell of blood and death. Away from the shadows hiding hunters. They follow him. They chase him for a long time.
He is getting so tired.
He needs to get back to the barn. His owner would make everything alright. He would croon soft noises he did not understand, but the tone was soft and gentle. He would give him a treat while brushing him down after a hard days work.
He did ride him into scary battles he did not understand, but afterwards he would wash and groom him extra thoroughly, while feeding him the best apples, crooning more sounds in a happy tone. He would repeat one of the few sounds he understood, which meant "him" and "pay attention to me".
Dante.
But he wasn't on his back anymore and he didn't hear his voice. Just the loud, scary noises of more men in the shiny hard thing. They had the pointy sticks too and tried to take the things dangling from his mouth. Only his owner can touch that! Only he is to be trusted with them.
Running is getting harder, there is large, straight hills in the way and the path is narrower with many strangers in it.
There is still so much red. He can still smell the blood, feel it clotting his fur. Too much red!
Blue.
Suddenly there's blue in front of him. He knows blue means ally. Though why and how this person is blue confuses him. But he is Blue and running him over is not good, but why is he standing there!? Does he not see the red!? Smell it!? Does he not understand we need to run!?
"Desmond"
That single word pierces the fog of fear and wild panic that has flooded Desmonds mind. Ezio is in front of him, hand already gripping the reigns while the other rests on his muzzle.
"There we go Desmond, everything is alright."
Desmond still feels phantom threads of fear, but with Ezio's calming blue glow and his voice saying gentle reassurances, it feels far away.
Now with his mind fully human and not driven by horse instincts or memories, the question becomes: How and why the fuck is he a horse in 15th century Italy with Ezio!?
What even is his life.
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So, a couple parts i'm stupidly happy about is the "He had love, but didn't cherish it. Didn't truly feel it and took it for granted." part. This, as you can probably tell was inspired by the famous quote "When I was a young man, I had liberty, but I did not see it. I had time, but I did not know it. And I had love, but I did not feel it."
I believe Ezio didn't fully understand liberty until he tried to live a peaceful life with Sofia and realised he would always fear Templars taking revenge on his family and time, because the knowledge that he would never see his children grow up to adults had never been a concern before he met Sofia. He probably thought he wouldn't have a family at all.
But love. Love he would understand what he missed. He would understand it just days after he lost his father and brothers. Those moments you missed out on. Of opportunities to spend time that you squandered away. Time you will never get back, because in real life we don't have time travel.
And now i understand it. Before the end of the last year, i was like Ezio before the loss. Before i lost my grandparents only a few weeks apart.
Those opportunities to spend time was rare and thankfully i took most of them, but i still squandered it away by not actually spending time with them. I just visited and hid away in my room, wasting the time by sitting on the phone.
I will forever regret that because ny memory is shit and besides a few childhood ones, i have no memories of them. I still remember their voices, they were pretty distinct thankfully, but how long until i forget that.
It hurts and as someone who is afraid of death and it's finality, such a reminder that time and love is finite is soulcrushing. It is only recently that i have truly started to think of my grandparents and i guess try to process the fact they are gone forever.
When we first got the news that my grandpa had died, i was even more glued to my phone, not wanting to acknowledge what was happening. I also didn't wanna sleep and only got some when i passed out from exhaustion. We even went to the doctor to get time of work and some sleep medication i didn't dare end up taking.
I even had thoughts of just taking all the pills and just sleeping, to get away from the pain forever. But i'm thankfully too much of a coward, so it just stayed thoughts. I'm doing much better now and as i mentioned, i think i'm starting to process the fact that they are gone.
So, yeah. This post went in a direction i didn't expect. But it feels important and maybe in a few years i can look back at this post and see a snapshot of who i was and reflect on who i am now. So, here's to the future me and anyone else who needs to hear it:
I hope things are going well and if they're not... well, things get better. They always do. You're loved and even if your loved ones are gone, they live on in you. You will carry that love with you, for the rest of your life. 💜
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Omg PLEASSSE GO OFF about the movie I NEED your thoughts
THE BEGINNING WAS THE BEST PART. THE SCENES WHERE THE BROTHERS WERE JUST VIBING WERE SO GOOOOD.
LUIGI ATTEMPTED TO MIC-DROP HIS PHONE AND FUCKING SHATTERED IT THE MADMAN.
Foreman Spike: You're an idiot...
Mario: lmao
Foreman Spike: ...and your brother is an idiot
Mario: FUCK. YOU.
The dinner scene with the family was fantastic. It's clear that Mario is seen as the impulsive troublemaker, but on the flip side Luigi is walked all over (mostly by members of his extended family.) His uncles are continually cutting Luigi off, taking food from his hands when he was half-way through serving himself, etc, until his Mom has to step in and just put a bowl of soup directly in front of him.
Also, the moment Luigi confirms how much he likes mushrooms Mario just starts picking all the mushrooms off his own plate and piling them on Luigi's I LOVE THAT.
Mario's Dad: Your dream is stupid
Mario: Uh huh yeah
Mario's Dad: And you're dragging your brother down with you
Mario: :( I'll be in my room
So much of this movie was Mario brute forcing his way through restricted areas demanding his brother and fighting anyone stupid enough to get in his way.
The FLASHBACK SCENE WITH BABY MARIO PROTECTING BABY LUIGI HURT MY HEART. When the flashback ends and Luigi just... looks at his bound wrists... completely dejected and defeated... desperately wishing his brother was there to help him be braver.
Bowser, vindictive and full of violence: DOES PRINCESS PEACH HAVE A CRUSH ON YOUR BROTHER
Luigi, confused, panicking, and in pain: I DON'T KNOW BUT SHE'D BE STUPID NOT TO DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW COOL MARIO IS!?
The reunion was beautiful, wish it could have been longer but everything was too busy literally and figuratively exploding. But Mario got to gently cup his brothers face and ugly cry, and I appreciate that from the bottom of my heart.
I was surprised how much they legit beat the shit out of Mario in this movie holy crap both boys went through the wringer.
And I don't know the logistics of one super star powering two plumbers but I don't even care. Glad they both got to wail on bowser <3
SPEAKING OF Bowser was a delightful balance between being a total dork and the absolute worst person. I was worried the Peaches song would be annoying but it was the perfect length for the joke to land and was legit good.
I can't wait until the sequel where his son & squad of adopted koopalings bust him out of jail.
#mario movie#mario movie spoilers#I'm TRYING to hold back the firehose I'll post more later#I have so many thoughts#Mostly about Luigi#as is to be expected#long post#not art#asks#super mario brothers movie
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Happy April Fool's Day, Boston Dumb Fuck! But then it is no longer just a day for you anymore, is it?
You really gave it the office over the past few years, haven't you? Made a joke of your life, your family, friends and fans and look at where it has gotten you.
In honor of this most sacred of days, let's take a quick look back down Untrustworthy Lane, shall we?
You saying you loved love in your SMA article, then taking this massive dump on it. That was awesome!
Also saying you hated yourself in the same SMA article. Too bad no one close to you believed you or intervened. Maybe this mess could have been avoided
Your then fake girlfriend, now fake wifey, crashing the Thanksgiving family celebration at Disney World, where you pretended to be creepy niece-creepy uncle. I am sure your family laughed and laughed at that one
Tried to convince us jump scares were cute beyond brothers and could be easily staged
Also thought it would be fun to hide a misogynistic snuff film behind a dumb chin puppet video
Tried to trick us into thinking being good at Mario Cart was a noteworthy feat, and being bad at it was worthy of derision
Proved Valentine's Day is a joke by releasing a few handfuls of unflattering photos, plus some obvious photshop fails and even 2 or 3 photos that had absolutely nothing to do with the day of forced love. The joke was on you, however, since all that accomplished was to murder so many lady-boners it doomed you to only finding pleasure in your own hands, or perhaps a realistic fleshlight, for the foreseeable future. But you are a big "alone guy" so that should suit you well!
Extending this shameful stunt to the "Ghosted" premiere. That was a double whammy- the little racist, clout chasing twit thinking she was going to walk the red carpet and Ana and Dexter thinking they could save that festering turd of a movie from further embarrassment. Are they still talking to you after that prank?
Orchestrating two ghost kinda ceremonies using only vague descriptions of locations and pictures from family and friends in the vicinity of possible kinda locations, including a very real and special birthday party for a young lady that was probably ruined, but all in the name of a fun manipulation, right? Pepper in some online quotes about getting mentored by RDJ (he's doing a bang up job, by the way), as well as a line in the online version of the disaster of all disaster interviews in GQ, (that if people truly cared, would have put a 5150 hold on you and your dissociated life) and voila! Sham marriage complete.
Continuing with the joke-in-and-of-itself ASP. I mean, having a discussion on antisemitism where your guest chides those who normalize this behavior, just as you shove that poison ring in the camera, symbolizing the unholy union between you and the Nazi wifey. Great job, man!
Almost as good as you wearing the colors of the Nazi flag for your red carpet debut with your charming anti-semetic "bride", fake kisses and all
The best jest, however, was you not even getting to catch up with your more successful friends at the Vanity Fair party because you and that prize woman of yours were shuffled off immediately to the pick up line to be taken home, alone to your fleshlight
But you should be used to not getting into parties. There was the pathetic loitering in front of the CAA and UTA pre-Oscar bashes, but the best prank on yourself had to be the SNL Christmas party, where the wifey recreated the bratty niece look from the first pap walk and you tried to drive a wedge between one of your best friend's marriages (at least Colin has gotten in some good jabs at you on the show), all while the two of you probably were hid away in a dimly lit basement room for 20 minutes, then let out a back door to go home, alone to your fleshlight. And Alec Baldwin and his wife were actually invited. That's gotta hurt!
And just recently being called a "car enthusiast". More subtle than some of your other hoaxes, but still hilarious!
Now I don't know if you signed onto this because of duress or the promise of something great (hopefully not the Gene Kelly movie, because that was never going to fly- that was another trick on you, and even if it was miraculously offered to you, after this, it would not be a good look playing a male chauvinist who preferred young women).
I am sure you have had your fun, but let's hope this time next year you will have long hung up the jester's hat and become a real life boy!
#Skinny Falstaff#Ai I'm human form#What the fuck are you doing?#You are the company you keep#Learn how to make better decisions#The unhappy idiot#is your mom still proud?#You know you burned it all down right?#Things need to change#was it worth it?
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Okay, so it might be a little hard for me to cohesively put all my thoughts and feelings into why I care so much about Final Fantasy VIII, but because of the 25th anniversary and seeing a lot of you talk about your love of the game I'll try the best I can. So here's my embarrassingly and extremely long personal history with the game and why it will always be my favorite.
Before FF8 I was mostly a Nintendo kid. Mario and Zelda were all I really knew, and as a hyperactive as I was I didn't really have the patience for anything story-heavy that took a lot of reading. Though I did I get a PlayStation later on I hardly bothered with anything other than Spyro or Crash. Anything similar in graphics to FF7 or 8 was mostly foreign to me too, with maybe the closest being my cousin having the first Resident Evil and I was far too young and too scared to bother with anything like that. So you can imagine the complete and utter shock kid me had going to my uncle's and seeing him play FF8 for the first time. I don't think it had been out too long but he was already on disc 3 in Esthar and, bless his soul, he let me play his save for a while. Being able to fly around the map on the Ragnarok?? The realistic proportions and animations in battle?? The absolute BANGER of a soundtrack?! All of it had me excitedly begging my parents to buy me the game.
Nine year old me didn't know roman numerals, though, just that it was called Final Fantasy with some weird lettering. I had no idea of Final Fantasy as a series and I didn't know it was the eighth game or that there were eight of them at all. I couldn't remember what the cover looked like either and my uncle not long after that was going through his own personal troubles so I wasn't able to visit or ask him. We didn't have internet at home until the early 2000s (it was AOL dial-up too, jesus, I don't miss that) and my parents were strict about internet use, so I was stuck. My dad did eventually buy me an FF game as a surprise when I was eleven, and lmao can you believe I was genuinely upset because it was Final Fantasy VII?! That being said, I have an INSANE amount of love and respect for 7. Considering how much easier I think the materia system is to understand for newcomers, having it as my first, full FF experience was a bit of a blessing lol. FF7 hit me in a different way than 8 did, and maybe I'll make a post about it sometime.
So other than the brief times on the internet (I was only allowed on for an hour or two before I was kicked off) and reading gaming magazines I had hardly any access or knowledge about FF8 until years later. I knew the characters briefly and read some small stuff here and there about the world, but that was it. Even so, I STILL loved it. I would draw them (I've drawn most of my life, and I still do occasionally as a fun hobby), write about what I thought they were like, so, so much of me embarrassingly obsessing over it and driving my small group of friends in school bonkers (oh lordy I just remembered my preteen username I had used on an FF forum and now I'm cringing.) You get it. So why did I cling to the game so much, even though I barely played it? Why did it mean so much to me? Because around the time I was twelve I was deeply depressed, and throughout my middle school and early high school life video games and their stories were the only joy and comfort I had. I'm not going to go into much detail because it feels too personal to write on tumblr about and I'd rather not think back too much. If you want the gist it was at a moment in time I was mostly on my own. I felt isolated and alone, and due to growing up in and around strict, conservative circles I struggled with feeling far behind my peers, so my personal and school life suffered. Things got better though and I'm happy in my life now, so that's really it.
As I got a little older I had played other FF's and RPGs in between that I also fell in love with (especially Kingdom Hearts) and funnily enough horror games, but I still didn't get my hands on 8 until I got it on my fifteenth birthday and I was over the moon. That night and many nights and weekends after that I played every single bit of that game. I had printed walkthroughs and a guide of the junction system, with overly-detailed notes I had scribbled down and highlighted. I had written down all the rules of triple triad, weapon upgrades, item refinements and what you get from monsters, side-quests, all of it. I had never went all in into a game before, but I did it because I wanted to experience the game that gave preteen me comfort everything it had to offer. And I remember vividly when I finished it I cried until I was almost out of breath.
But you know, I didn't get emotional because of the nostalgic school-like feel and inspired real-world setting, or the overall main plot with magic, sci-fi and sorceresses. It wasn't even the deeply interwoven love stories, the theme of fate or the gameplay either, though I grew to love all of those things dearly with time.
It was because I was a socially-awkward and lonely fifteen year old girl that watched an equally as awkward seventeen year old boy overcome his own deeply-rooted fears and trauma and come out at the end of it all on the path to healing.
And I knew I'd be okay, and ever since then this game has and will always be that reminder and comfort for me.
Thanks for reading.
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My ship in 5 minutes; Bravertz
I didn't get an ask but I wanted to do the questions for Bravertz in hope it will help my struggle to write the fic for them.
If anyone wants to hear my answers regarding what I wrote in fics and hcs for players/a ship for these questions about another ship I have the original post linked at the bottom
Who takes care of the house more?
If they lived together it would probably be pretty equal but more leaning towards Kai just because he stays home more often than Julian but only slightly.
2. If they could would they want kids?
Julian in my hcs isn't very enthused by kids, he's pretty content just being an uncle and letting his brothers raise kids. If anything maybe just one to appease Kai. Other than that both are fine having just the dogs.
3. What are some hobbies they do together?
For one video games 100%, they have literally streamed playing games together so its definitely something they share. Walking the dogs as well. Julian definitely drags Kai to watch one piece with him but Kai doesn't mind that much.
4. Their main love language?
Definitely touch by the amount of gifs and videos I've seen where they interact. The body language between them is INSANE. It feels like they can't keep their hands off each other, but also spending time and words of affection.
5. How did they become a couple?
It happened in a pretty natural friends to lovers sort of way. I feel like before they got together they were only getting closer and closer when they were at Leverkusen together until one night when they hung out Julian just went for it and confessed his love for Kai. I'd like to write the fic explaining it fully some day but idk if I'd be able to execute it properly :(
6. Who confessed to the other?
Julian. Kai at the time of the confessing was far too shy and nervous to even consider confessing his feelings for Julian. He would've taken it to the grave if Julian hadn't confessed LMAO
7. What are both of their sexualities?
Julian is bisexual, Kai is gay.
8. Specific things they do for each other?
When they are together in the National Team they save seats for each other so they're always sat next to each other. Along with that they always consider each other when they're together before going to hang out with their friends/family. Every time they can see each other during the club season for a game they try to arrange a date or just some time to hang out to make up for all the time they're apart.
9. Who in their circle knows about the relationship?
their football dads Marco and Mario, basically their entire close friend group, for Kai that would be Mason, Christian, Ben, Declan etc. and for Julian that would be Nico, Marco, his brother Jannis, basically everyone at BVB
10. Any past relationships either of them had?
Julian is definitely Kai's first everything. For Julian Im not sure tbh, maybe he's had some crushes and like one fling with someone else before he and Kai became friends.
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Mental Annoyances
Anti be done with Shroomy's bs 😔
Yes, I like SMG4 too, put it on the list. I've liked his content for a good 4 years now, and I grew extremely attached to Shroomy/Anti-Shroomy when I first saw him/them (idk, there's 2 people in that psychotic mushroom so-).
I made my own redesigns of the 2 a couple of months ago and decided to draw more of these 2 fucking maniacs :]
I am starving for Shroomy content- imo, he's the most under explored character in the show, he's so interesting to me and I want to know more about him. There's definitely something else going on because like
1.Why have we never seen his parents?
2.He's only mentioned them once in a passing comment when Mario asked why he was in the Luncheon Kingdom (which I find hard to believe since he wasn't in much of a rush and was willing to derive away to help out the fat idiot)
3.Why are his guardians, he grew up with entirely, his Aunt and Uncle?
My current theory as it stands is Shroomy is some kind of demonic entity, straight from hell. Doom Guy killed his parents but didn't know they had a baby until he found him. He couldn't bring himself to kill Shroomy so he took him back with him and raised him as his own, Shroomy completely unaware of the actuality of things. It explains his power level and overall extreme hostility as Anti and that we have never seen his parents, only Doom Guy.
Until proven wrong, Shroomy is a demon is something I'm gonna stand by
Also I just wanna see a beaten down Doom Guy come crawling back to his Nephew for forgiveness and to be in his life again but Shroomy has already made his statement clear in how he doesn't care about his approval anymore and, presumably, wishes to never see him again
#au#art#drawing#traditional drawing#traditional art#smg4#smg4 fanart#smg4 au#Smg4 AU??#smg4 shroomy#smg4 anti shroomy
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I just wanted to say that me and skulls-soul love your work so much. It's probably not that hard to tell but we are massive fans, your King Boo's are amazing, and your art as a whole is just awesome to look at. We love your art
Anyways I should probably leave an ask since this is the ask box so, which one out of the 3 KB's is your favorite to draw? If you don't have a specific one then which do you prefer the design of. I would love to hear headcanon's about them if you are willing to share
Waaa thank you guys that means so much 🥺
I love drawing them all ofc! It's so hard to choose which one I prefer the design of also, they all have good things 😔 but I'm pretty sure Sunshine's my fav one out of the three designs :3
And I have a few HC's I've been thinking about latley
#1: ALL OF THEM HAVE BEEN HIT BY THE AUTISM BEAM
Dark Moon:
Loves to paint in their spare time, mainly studies of the plants he owns :3. Sometimes Prisboo paints with them-
Doesn't understand most slang words or memes/jokes so it usually asks their siblings to translate/explain some things (poor thang got destroyed by you just lost the game bc of them....and you did too B])
Plays chess sometimes and makes their siblings play with them, Party's good at it while Sunshine is still learning
Learned to cook because of Luigi and has enjoyed doing it ever since, likes baking the most. They also love making Focaccia bread because of the flower designs :3
Hates bright lights, prefers to be in dim barely lit rooms
Very introverted, likes to stay at home most of the time- except when visiting his siblings, Luigi and Peach (I see them as besties)
Goes by Boosimir, only some people can call them that though
Party:
She enjoys reading when they're not busy, specifically sci-fi and horror. They have a large collection of books as well
They love playing video games such as Minecraft, Stardew Valley, Animal Crossing and Pikmin (he also likes games like Doom :3)
Sometimes goes invisible to sneak into games, did this once in Mario Super Sluggers (they do this at Movie Theaters also)
Is the oldest by a few minutes, calls Dark Moon little sibling because of it hehe- and Sunshine is the youngest
Besties with Daisy >:3
Very competitive (Becomes a menace in Mario Kart, mainly bc of how I play hehe)
Likes to host parties sometimes, mainly for other Boo's though- it's not too fond of people
Dislikes loud noises but tolerates them
Used to go by Big Boo before being King (sm64), but is also called Boodwin
Sunshine:
Grows his own herbs (if you know what I mean hehe), DM actually helped them figure out how to start growing them too
It's favorite fruit is durian :3, pineapples and mangoes are also a big fav of theirs
Likes getting tattoos, like the Phanta Manta one on their back :3- also lets others draw on him sometimes, mainly the lil boos
Is more of an cool uncle than a dad to the Boo's, though some of them call him dad sometimes
More outgoing than the other two, usually the best at making friends with others. When you work at a Casino you're gonna be interacting with a bunch of people so yeah-
Sometimes makes people lose on purpose, esp if they were rude to the staff. And finds it hilarious when people waste all their coins on a game.
Enjoys traveling on their free time, been just about everywhere on Isle Delfino and the other Islands surrounding it :3
Goes by Tropicaboo (which is named after Tropicabug from Bugsnax bc I am a nerd)
#brain dont work got a headache but yaeyy#had to figure out some names for DM and Party- this gave me motivation for that :3#dark moon king#party king#sunshine king#silly-inky#BIG POST... this took me an hour GSJDHZ
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For domestic asks: 22 and 23?
Hhhhh More Domestic brainrot I LOVE YOU thankyou very much!!!
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22. Weirdest hobby the other endures?
Mario's a furry. He got into it in Middle School, made himself a Fursona, commissioned art of it, the whole thing. He does not have a fursuit, however, because he can't afford one. Yet.
Luigi, around the same time Mario first joined the Furry community online, got into anime. Unlike Mario, however, ended up growing out of his weeb phase and leaving it (mostly) behind him.
Being a Furry isn't exactly a weird hobby, but Luigi really relates it more to their Cringe Middle School ages, so to him it's weird. He's never outright mean about it, just takes the shots he's handed.
23. Food one hates and their partner loves?
Luigi can eat anything. Probably actually literally. Hand him something and tell him to eat it, he'll do it without even looking at it. Uncle Tony's gotten him to eat all sorts of random objects including and not limited to; A small piece of the drywall, a napkin with some pasta sauce on it, two nickles, several rocks, a nut off his dad's car, and 3 white chess pieces (two pawns and a knight)
Mario's a little picker. We know he's not a big fan of mushrooms, it's mostly the texture, he's also kinda weird about eggs, avocado in any form, mashed potatoes, and most leafy greens.
He's also not as big a sweet tooth as Luigi. Not that he doesn't like desserts, just not as much as his brother. On the flip Luigi's not a "could eat delivery pizza for every meal for three months" kind of guy like Mario.
#Mariocest#Thankyou for asking#Finally I have an outlet for my Mario is a Furry headcanon#My boyfriend Zayne is a furry so every time I have a headcanon some is a Furry I ask Zayne what their Fursona would be#Zayne says Mario is a Badger and Luigi is a Ferret#And I love that Mario's gotten commission work done of their Fursona's kissing#Can Mario draw? I think not#Luigi can but doesn't practice it much#Mario Mario of famed Super Mario fame is a Furry and I will die on this hill#I think it's funny and also very fitting#'Mario why are you dressed like a bear what is this???' You know what it is Luigi don't play dumb#Mario's Fursona in middle school was probably more a classic animal like a Bear or Racoon#Evolved into Badger era#Then he learned what a Tanuki is through the Tanuki leaf and changed it to that#Which reawakens Luigi's weeb years so painfully#Luigi IS the 'I have the power of God AND Anime on my side' kid#I love you Furries I love you so much you're so cool and powerful and I could never actually#Again thank you very much for asking#I love these guys so much they kiss real soft like and I adore them#And their cringe
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For your Mute Mario AU, with his daughter being able to speak do you think that if they had a son that muteness would pass onto him and if so how would Mario handle that? How would Luigi?
I feel that Mario would panic at first but would feel comfort when he sees his daughter and son together and she’s helping him. Being such a good big sister. And he can’t help but flash to all the times Luigi helped him throughout their childhood and he can’t help but cry, relieved.
Luigi, I feel would have a similar experience too. Worried for his nephew at first but relaxing when he sees his niece being there for him like he’d been there for Mario.
I think by the second kid, after their daughter already turned out to not be mute, Mario wouldn’t be worrying about it too much. I think maybe the son doesn’t even really show signs or anything, until suddenly at about 3 years old he stops talking in public, and it’s clear right away that it’s selective mutism. I think you’re right that he would be scared at first, but he’s not a new dad anymore, and he knows that everyone will be there to help this kid through it. He’s sad, mostly because he sees his own struggles, but it’s also bittersweet to see his kid thrive in spite of it.
I think Luigi would absolutely adore this kid. Obviously he also loves the hell out of his niece, but he looks at his nephew and he sees the spitting image of Mario, and he can’t help a surge of affection every time the kid goes nonverbal. He also gives a lot of attention and gentle advice to his niece about not taking her brother’s silence personally and how to help him out (and is surprised and touched when she “knows all this Uncle Weegee, papa told me already”). Luigi asks Mario about it, and Mario just explains that he told his daughter about everything Luigi did to help him out when they were young that always stuck with him 💕
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Don't Mind me. Reminiscing~
Really fucking enjoying the Super Mario RPG remake, and it's really making me think about to how influential it truly was.
I lived in Maryland and was 6 years old when I first played Super Mario RPG for the SNES. My parents rented it for me from fucking Blockbuster.
See, I didn't know how to read at the time, and my parents picked it up because they were like "hey, this is a Mario Game," recognizing it because both have played and are familiar with arcade stuff. My late mother LOVED tetris, atari games, galaga, etc and i remembered fondly when I was age ~3-4 where I played co-op Ms. Pacman with her on our Sega Genesis. And I spent those ages playing Sonic the Hedgehog games and the Gameboy Donkey Kong on this:
However, JRPGs werent really a thing anyone except my uncle played at the time.
But yes, my unable-to-read ass played this game and didnt know what the fuck was going on. The game had an approx. 75% complete file on it already (People didnt always erase their files on rented games), and i just fucked around on that. Didnt know what i was doing, BUT Super Mario Rpg was a very easy game and baby trans-girl verzi was 10000% enamored with ANY game that allowed The Princess to be a playable, and BOWSER too???? holy shit!! UNprecedented. WHY WAS HE A GOOD GUY??? IDK who the fluffy guy is, but I fell in love with the Cool Blue Dude Too. He had lasers and made Cool Rainbow Beams Smash down from the sky.
But alas, we only kept it for a couple days, and my dad returned it. I had him re-rent it later, but!! it was a different copy!!! It had NO save files, so I was forced to do a new one.
Needless to say, I had a rough time. I had to guess which decisions were the right ones cuz Couldn't Read, so i got stuck in Toad's explanation loop for a while. and my inability to reliably get the action commands meant I kept getting killed by THIS fucker.
Alas, I never got past the first area, and baby verzi was MAD cuz i wanted to use the PRINCESS and throw BOMBS at people with her.
So!!! Baby Verzi used this drive to learn how to fucking READ. She asked her parents to buy this game (and they did) and she learned her reading, finally learning how to PLAY THIS GAME.
With newfound Literacy, I was able to figure who Mallow was, and learned that Geno was a Cool Star Dude possessing a Doll which was incredibly rad to me at the time. His intro scene is burned in my brain, and seeing it in 3d today was incredible.
I've beaten this game so many times that I know exactly what's happening when and where.
It really set the bar for me when it came to JRPGs, since it was legit my first one. My 2nd ever JRPG, Breath of Fire also for the SNES, had me baffled cuz why COULDNT I do more damage if I timed my attacks??? wtf. (Love that series too. BoF4 was also another Formative Verzi Game).
This game meant/means a lot to me and I'm a sucker for any media that referenced it, or built off of the groundwork it set (like the paper mario and Mario&Luigi games, and hell, Sea of Stars!!! It has!!! SO MANY MARIO RPG REFERENCES). So I just wanted to ramble a bit as I dug up memories, as we old folks are won't to do.~
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◉ & ❤️ - for the Mario Bros. I think Mario would have a fear of anything haunting to him. Like the dark (hinted in Hotel Mario & Mario Is Missing), the haunted piano, eels, (both from Super Mario 64) rollercoasters (from one of the old Mario comics), anything he finds frightening really. Luigi would be there for his big bro if anything does make him jumpy and scared like holding his hand to make him feel secure and safe. Not really a question, I just wanna know what your headcanons are about this topic.
headcanon meme
♥ - family headcanon
Already done one for Mario.
Luigi: One thing Luigi treasures most about family is the memories he makes with them. Sure his uncles can be rambunctious, and dinner times and other family gatherings can get crazy, but to Luigi, that's family. That's living. It's a piece of life that he is so grateful to have :)
◉ - Any other question of your choosing
I really like the idea you put forward for Mario's fears, and Luigi comforting him :) Luigi may need comfort from Mario a lot of the time, but he also knows what comfort his older brother needs. Mario will be happy to say that the best hugs are Luigi's <3
#super mario#mario#luigi#the super mario bros movie#super mario movie#mario movie#headcanon meme#ask meme#burningmusicfunnygiant#multicolour ink answers
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specific asks meme: 11, 25, 4, 12, 21
11. anything from your childhood you’ve held onto?
actually yes so much. i have books that are 22 years old and all my old pokemon games and figurines (there’s a big spider living in that box under my bed actually 🥰🥰).
i’m so careful with everything that my 20yr old gameboy works perfect (i also have a gameboy from 1989 that my mom gave to me which still plays tetris). literally anything i’ve loved i’ve held onto including my old journals with my early cyphers and languages in them and my old drawings. i have a lock of my own hair from when i chopped it all off and i have the valentine’s card my first boyfriend tried to sneak into my schoolbag only to have me BURST into the classroom like “where were you fucker we’re playing giant lizards outside and these bitches don’t know jackshit about anatomy.” so he got his mom to drive to my house and SPRINTED to the door to shove it in the letterbox instead. the next year i did the exact same to him but i wasn’t dumb enough to risk the schoolbag approach. knowing i had 59,000 random sheets of paper and a decaying apple at the bottom of my bag. that’s a place letters go to die.
anyway! yeah, lots of things or at least small important things.
25. would you say you have good taste in music?
yeah!!! aside from the mario kart rainbow road track, but even that’s a banger. i like lots of different music though so it’s more that… i like good songs than any genre loyalty whatsoever
4. mythical creature you think/believe is real?
hmm. i don’t think there’s anything currently that springs to mind. i believe there are things on this planet left to discover, but i will say that until i was 12 i believed dragons were real like dinosaurs. just thought all the medieval knights had hunted them to extinction. sad day when my archaeologist uncle told me “buddy. no they’re made up. they’re not real.” but then he told me fucked up facts about medieval medicine so it was cool.
12. brand of haircare/bodycare/skincare that you trust 100%?
i don’t really. my grandma gets me shower things for my birthday and then i repeat subscription those unless i get an allergic reaction. so right now i have some 3-in-1 mens hair thing and i have a “100000 mint leaves in this bottle!!” shower gel that i think is trying to eat my skin. tingly.
21. answered!! but all imaginary numbers are weird and shouldn’t behave like that
#ask meme#that-edgy-ahole#i’m bad with bodycare stuff i had to be literally forced to put this stuff on my hands#when i was sick and they got dry and cracked and they bled all the time#cream plus bandages or else i’d immediately scrub at my hands to get the wet feeling off#so yeah. i only have like two i use
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9, 33, 59 >:33
- demon in my walls
hihi aro tysm for the ask ♪ヽ(･ˇ∀ˇ･ゞ) doing these for ren 🩷🦊🩷
9. What are their thoughts on having children?
i mean, for beastkin, they have mating/heat cycles so for ren it's more or less instinctual... i wouldn't really like to have children, i think they're a joy but im too unstable to be a good parent www id love for us to be the aunts/uncles for friends' children and spoil them >:3 (also is there a gender neutral term for aunt/uncle?)
33. Who’s the better cook?
we both have the same cooking skill imo, we just have our own quirks! like ren tends to undercook meats and leave them a bit raw, and i can cook competently only if i have a recipe to follow verbatim EVEN if i have it memorized
usually ren just orders us takeout though haha but when we cook we cook together 🩷🧡
59. Who tops? Who bottoms?
whoever wins at mario kart LMAO
ren
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