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akutasoda · 10 days

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hair hold's memories

synopsis - a fleeting memory that can only be memorialized in the locks that flowed freely

includes - boothill

warnings - gn!reader, very angstyyy, comfort, bittersweet, mentions of blood and harm, experimentation??, wc - 1.2k

a/n: what was a conversation about braiding boothill's hair with a friend turned into a drabble and now this...

taglist - @teddirika @frankiesteinn

many things changed for boothill so quickly and without much of a warning. one moment the cold darkness of relief consumed his body, clouding his vision and holding him close in an attempt to swallow him whole as he desperately writhed and struggled to be set free and embarced by death's cold hands - but he could still feel the overwhelming terror and anxiety swelling up in his cold body. the next moment, the smell of iron and char accompanied by the whirring of machinery awoke him from his cold dead slumber.

his body was no longer his, his heart, his feelings no longer felt like a comforting shell. instead they felt like a bitter reminder of his cruel fate that he had no say in, he died but he wasn't allowed to have the rest that should've come to someone passed. the doctor had done what he wanted with a body that wasn't his nor was it really the recipients anymore - taken the coldness and flurry of emotions in the shell of a man and immortalised it into a machine.

sometimes he doesn't know whether that doctor was playing a cruel joke at his expense or was attempting to do good by granting him his life back - the latter seemed even worse as it would've been a selfish act on the expense of someone else. for a while he couldn't look himself in a mirror, his body was a constant reminder of his mistakes and failures and it forced him to live out the rest of his life as someobdy else. sometimes he wished to tear his metallic joins from the equally metallic limbs and bring himself back to the embrace of darkness but he didn't even know if that would be possible anymore. maybe the blue blood would laugh at him pitifully as he now wished for it to flow a crimson red - the same crimson red that flowed freely out of his body as he faded to darkness.

maybe the doctor thought he could help fix boothill's mind by leaving his head attached to his new body. the cold metal a stark contrast to the warm supple skin of his face that became colder day by day. the only part of him that could feel something, anything that would be his kast bastion of hope in convincing himself that he was still human - even if he always went back on his words.

as a human boothill had long hair - it grew very quickly and he enjoyed having it flow freely as it reached his hips. the black and white strands would fall to frame his face beautifully, sometimes even picturesque as it carries on the winds that he could reach out and feel. now the cold metal toyed with the strands that stayed the same, no matter how much hair he could grab he could no longer feel it and he felt it only highlighted the contrast between his human and mechanical features instead of the soft dips and curves of his facial features.

he felt numb as he traced his remaining human feature with his metal hands, he couldn't feel anything anymore. he would be sentenced to always remember his past and feel a bitter resentment to the human body he once called his own. boothill swore to preserve his remaining human features in honour of the man he used to be - never to forget despite the pain those memories caused.

they say hair holds memories and he believed that. after his body was turned he never cut his hair, he was technically dead and his hair wouldn't grow the way it used to. it was a part of his old body that could stay the same, it didn't fall out nor did it grow and so if he preserved it, it could become a permanent comfort of knowing he was once human. boothill looked after his hair diligently as if anything happened to it he knew he'd lose another part of himself that would be replaced - making him less of him and more the cruel experiment he was.

'are you sure you want to go ahead with this?' you stared at him with a seriousness etched into your concerned face. it wasn't long ago that boothill had come up to uncharacteristically unsure of himself and rather nervous asking you for your help with something. 'yeah im sure, damn joints aren't working as well as they should' boothill let out a rather shaky sigh that almost went unnoticed - it was true, his metallic joints weren't agreeing with him after his last mission but he needed to keep his upkeep of his hair, he wanted to preserve it to the best of his ability.

you knew how much this meant to him, idly running your hands through his hair you noticed how he relaxed into your touch - his hair and his head were the only remaining parts that could feel human touch. he always enjoyed it when you would run your hands through his hair, as long as you promised to be gentle, it gave him a sense of normality that always seemed so foreign. you knew that this was a sacred part of his body and you wanted to help him as best you could when he asked for you to help give his hair a quick clean.

no amount of words could ever get him to even like his metal body, not even your compliments.

'alright then, lay your head across then' you said and he quickly obliged laying his head on your lap and letting his hair hang down the overside of your lap. you made a slow and gentle pace as you began to carefully clean his hair for him and you noticed how he closed his eyes - in fear or contentment you don't know. you noticed his eyes barely moved and so you figured he wouldn't mind if you wove a small touch into his hair - a small braid that could hang loose. eventually you finished with his hair out and began to carefully sort it, once you were done you placed a small kiss to his forehead.

he opened his eyes to be met with you smiling back at him and his toothy grin worked it's way across his face and he sat up just for you to place his cowboy hat back atop his head. you knew how precious his hair was to him, it was part of what remained from his original body and he never wanted to lose it - keeping it at it's original length in pristine condition. you knew especially how much he trusted you just by allowing you to do this for him.

boothill was both a machine and a human. no matter how confident he seemed there would still be moments of weakness and realisation of his fate that had been decided for him and he never thought he would let someone see that from him. but here you where because at the end of the day he was your lover and you were his. his lover who made him feel whole again.

#—stellaronhvnters.#x reader #x gender neutral reader #honkai star rail x gender neutral reader #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you #hsr x reader #hsr x gender neutral reader #hsr x you #honkai star rail boothill #hsr boothill #boothill x reader #boothill x you

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444rockstargf · 3 months

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Hey girl, I love your work and I was wondering if you could write more toxic angsty love with euronymous kinda like your story "remember how we used to party up all night?"? I love what you wrote before and it doesn’t need to have anything to do with the story I mentioned before but I have no specific idea other than just that theme of toxic love. Also could be good as headcannons if you think that would be easier to work with,

Love your writing 🩷🩷

thank you for the request!

"blessed with beauty and rage." | euronymous

ultraviolence. - lana del rey

✮⋆˙ [tags] @faesucksass @lustkillers @mayathepsychic1999 @josibunn @vanlisbon @lankysimp @monkeyfart @simply-stellarr

female!reader x euronymous

headcanons.

contents: toxic relationship, mentions of cheating, arguing, slight degradation, not proofread

fighting all day and everyday. everything you said to eachother, it came in one ear and went out the other. you would walk around the house, passing him but not even glancing in his direction. he'd firmly grab your wrist, pressly your body into his as he condescendingly glared down at you, expecting some sort of greeting from you. "good morning to you too, bitch."

you would have no privacy whatsoever. whether you'd be changing in the bedroom or having a shower, he'd barge in, going on to do his business while not even acknowledging you. "what the hell, euro! can't you see im busy?!" he would simply glare at you through his reflection in the mirror. "i dont think i give a damn, princess." if you were naked or in your underwear, he'd get a little smirk on his face and leer at you as he walks away.

whenever you two have a bad fight about something, you'd storm off into your bedroom, slamming the door shut and burying yourself in bed, trying to completely drown him out. but as soon as you started falling asleep, he'd storm into the room, tearing off his shirt before climbing into bed beside you and pulling your body onto his, ignoring your grumbles. he'd rest your head on his pale chest as he gently strokes your hair, whispering in a bitter but warm voice. "even though you're the bane of my existence, i wouldn't want to share this bed with anyone but you."

you better get used to him pinning you against things whenever you get mouthy. the wall, the fridge, any door in the house, he's pushed you into his, forcing his hand onto your chest as he stares daggers at you. you'd look so helpless as you squirmed underneath him, all to his pleasure. when he feels your body starting to shake, he'd let you go, leaving you there all alone.

you'd always taunt him with the fact that you could leave him for any of his bandmates at anytime. after he yells at you about something, you'd sit there with your arms crossed and a slight snarl on your face. "i bet pelle would treat me better than this... i'm an idiot for ever choosing your ass." with that, he'd shut up and behave like your little dog for the rest of the day, listening to all your orders and doing whatever you please.

you and euro have known eachother for a long time, so he knows exactly what to say to break you apart. he would growl as he gets in your face, yelling at a volume that makes your blood run cold. "and you always wonder why you don't have anyone in your life! you think anyone else would put up with your bullshit?! pull another stunt like this and im gone, just like all the others."

most of your arguments would end in you leaving, locking yourself in any closed space and hugging your knees to your chest, silently weeping. he would eventually break, sighing as he sheepishly knocks on the door, talking softly. "c-can i come in, sweetie..? i want to talk to you. nicely this time..." you'd open the door, meeting his slightly red eyes and splotchy cheeks. he'd hold his arms out to you, and you would jump into his arms, enjoying his warm embarce. he would kiss you gently on the top of your head as he says softly. "i hate you, my beautiful, perfect girl..."

author's note: in no way is this post meant to romanticise toxic relationships. xoxo.

#rory culkin #rory culkin smut #euronymous #lords of chaos #oystein aarseth #smut #euronymous smut #ultraviolence #ultraviolence album #ultraviolence lana del rey #ultraviolence aesthetic #ultraviolence era #ultraviolence vibes #lizzy grant #lana del ray aka lizzy grant #lana del rey #lana del ray aesthetic #444rockstargf

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ilovechuuy4 · 6 months

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ᕦ "𝑰'𝒎 𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖" ᕤ

↦ 𝑭𝒚𝒐𝒅𝒐𝒓 𝒙 𝑮𝒏!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ↤

Description → You over thought things 'nd left him..

Warnings! ; Nothing but a bit of angst but fluff at the end!

A/N: wasn't 100% sure on what I was doing. I was bored and decided to write Fyodor x gn! Reader bc I wanted angst:3 hope yall like this one :3 🍷

It was around 7pm and you were cuddling with your boyfriend watching television, until you hear Fyodor's phone buzz, a notification. Your eyes glances over looking over the phone. The contact was incoherent Russian, which you couldn't read, as the contact name and a simple heart at the end. You, yourself knew the Russian man loved you dearly, yet couldn't shake the thought that Fyodor was cheating. You couldn't help it, who could? So you brought the guts to ask.

"Hey, darling. Who are you texting.?" This caused Fyodor to freeze and turn off his phone, he looks over and you and your lovely (e/c) eyes, "It's nobody, moya lyubov. " he said with a soft smile. Yet, you were still over thinking things, you simply stood from the couch. "Mhm, right darling. I'm going to sleep for the night." You hum out, holding back soft tears as you walk through the house and up the stairs into yall's shared bedroom. A soft sigh escaping your mouth, you was worried your suspicions were right. So, the next day, that's when you was going to confront Fyodor about it. And not listen to any stupid 'nd silly little excuses he thought of.

That's when the next day came, you sat up and walked down the stairs, your eyes looking into fyodor's purple ones. "Fyodor, I need to say something" you blurted, your voice was soft, shaking softly. "Yes, darling?" He responded, he didn't know the next words that came out your pretty little mouth would make his heart drop. "I think we need a break."

When you said this, it caused the Russian to panic, coming to you embracing your face in his large hands. "Hey, what do you mean break? Why do we need a break?" His thick Russian voice breaking and crumbling. He was horrified, he didn't want to loose you, he loved and adored you. You were his world.

You didn't want to listen to the "excuses" so before Fyodor said anything more you left the house. For weeks on end you didn't text Fyodor, nothing that meant you had to see that sweet, Russian man. Don't get yourself wrong, you really, like REALLY missed him. But those messages hurt you, but you can't shake the fact you should have listened to him. Should have listned to the things you thought were going to be excuses. You just felt how much Fyodor could be suffering in his own sorrow, you could still hear how heart broken he was when you said you needed a break.

It had been about 2 weeks since that "break" and you was starting to miss your Russian man. You couldn't handle it any longer, you couldn't handle being so far apart for so long. It broke your heart, knowing how much you needed Fyodor and how much he needed you. You stood from your bed, slipping on your shoes.

You ran quickly to Fyodor's house through the cold autumn morning. Once you arrive, you were panting heavily as you knock on the front door, hoping and prayin' that your boyfriend, the love of your life, would still be willing to be with you.

You wait out in the cold weather waiting for the handsome Russian to answer the door and embarce you the same way he always does. You didn't want him to be in his own sorrow anymore. Soon you hear the door unlock and open, and in front of your panting frame you see Fyodor, he looked so miserable, so upset, so desperate for the love he didn't get for the past two weeks. When he saw you, he didn't embrace you, he didn't even utter a word, all you saw was your lover, your world, break down in tears. The soft clear tears dripping from his beautiful deep purple eyes.

It broke your heart, seeing Fyodor like this. He has never cried when he say you, that's why it broke your heart even more than just seeing him cry. You stepped forward and embraced the crying male. Holding him close as to comfort him, you loved him dearly and couldn't stand him crying, it made you want to cry. "Shh, darling it's okay. I'm sorry I left im so so sorry, I should have listened to what you had to say" you spoke softly, trying to sooth the sobs.

His larger arms embraced you, wrapping around your hips holding you close, "Please don't ever leave me like that again, moya lyubov. You scared me I thought you was going to leave me" his thick Russian accent crumbling once again like the weeks before when you took the break. It was upsetting seeing him like this, you just wanted to make everything better.

You could feel the soft tears dripping on your neck as Fyodor nuzzled his face in the crease of your neck. You slowly ran your fingers into his hair, soothing him even more as the tears slowly dried. "I'm so sorry, I really am. I promise I won't ever leave you like that anymore it was such a stupid move of me to assume you were cheating or doing something behind my back." You spoke slowly, your voice breaking as you did, it was hard for you to see Fyodor so upset.

The Russian hummed softly, indicating he was listening and as well as, of course enjoying your embarce. "Fyodor, dear. I have a question" you was genuinely curious who he was texting that night if he wasn't cheating. "Yes, dear?" He pulls away from your neck, his hands still holding your hips. "Well, maybe let's go inside and then I can ask." And then you gave Fyodor a gentle nudge inside, kicking the door shut behind y'all.

You cleared your throat and the spoke, "So, who was you texting to that night? I couldn't really read it since it was in Russian, I over reacted because of the heart." Your head drooping down, you was ashamed of yourself for not asking before lashing out. "It was my mother, darling. She doesn't know much english I'm sorry if I worried you I never intendeded that." He gently placed two fingers under your chin, lifting your head up. "Don't be upset, I'm not mad I was just worried I was going to loose you." He said with a smile before planting a soft and love filled kiss on your lips.

You hummed softly, indicating your understanding. "So, what were y'all talking about then? I'm actually curious." Your curiosity was getting best of you and y'all both knew that Fyodor would tell you when you asked. "Well, darling. It's, complicated." He mumbles, his head resting on your shoulder, his hands sliding back down to your hips, pulling you closer.

The Russian huffed, he seemed so stressed. "Moya lyubvov, I have a serious question. And please don't run away this time." You cocked an eyebrow, run away? Why would you run away. That's when you say Fyodor getting down on the ground on one knee, pulling a small box out his pocket. He opened the box, you jaw dropping, tears jerking and swelling in your eyes. That's when the Russian started speaking again, "Honey, I was talking to my mother about marrying you. She was asking when I was going to propose." Tears slowly dripped from your eyes as you looked at the beautiful ring in the small box.

"Y/N, would you make me the happiest man alive, and marry me? I want to live my entire life with you, and nobody else." He spoke slow and smoothly letting you take in every word. You nodded you head quickly and broughtFyodor into a tight embarce on the ground. "Yes! Of course! Of course, Fyodor I'll marry you!" Tears were streaming down your face as you spoke. Fyodor brought his arms around, wrapping you in a warm embrace.

A/N: im only posting this bc I'm working on like, a request and this one was going to be AFTER the request but like..im trying to post stuff man. (I really hope this doesn't flop>×<

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anartisticalniche · 3 months

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A Corsair Freebooter

Tags: SMG3/SMG4, SMG4 and Mario Bros, Axol/Melony, Mario and Meggy, Saiko and Tari, SMG3 and the Anticast, other relationships to be tagged

Description: in Victorian-like Mushroom Kingdom, when Mario gets 'kidnapped' by pirates, SMG4 and Luigi must embarc on a life changing adventure, unknown to the fact that their quest is going to change the world as well.

PROLOGUE

He had NO IDEA how he got himself wrapped up in a situation like this.

He was just a screenplay writer, trying to live his life and get by with his work.

And now, there he was, on top of a sinking ship, freezing waters crashing against and passing through the vessel, rain from a restless storm pouring down on him, and facing down a gigantic beast a hundred times his size.

His hand, a death grip on the mast, was almost slipping away because of the incessant water on him- or was it because of fear?

Trembling, he could hear through the constant ringing in his ears an all too familiar voice shouting at him, one he’s been hearing incessantly these last few days, and yet, he just about decided he wanted to hear it for the rest of his life.

An obscured limb raised up against him- against them all- ready to swing down on them, keen on obliterating everything on its path.

In the face of certain death, those past few months of his life flashed before him, leaving him breathless at the sheer amount of events that brought him there.

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People believed that living in the Mushroom Kingdom was all sunshine and rainbows, when in fact it was the complete opposite.

Trying to maintain a normal lifestyle was arduous in a kingdom that seemed to always evolve and never stop, and SMG4 knew that first hand.

Despite being a gentleman from noble origins, the struggle he lived with everyday with founding new ideas for his plays was becoming more and more stressful.

The fact that he wanted to focus on comedy instead of the more wanted drama and romantic themes kinda dragged down his own chances at becoming more popular.

He would spend lots of afternoons roaming the busy streets of the kingdom, searching for inspiration.

Watching humans and toads alike going about their hard lives, trying to get by.

He would shake his head, frustration running through his veins and flaring up his nerves.

He believed the Mushroom Kingdom, with its continuous changes, to be the perfect place to start off his career, but EVERYONE here was so CLOSED OFF STILL.

How could he get through to them? How could he let his talent shine, attracting them to see his plays?

Speaking of people, he noticed some commotion as he strolled around the plaza.

A crowd of some sort had formed around a corner; they were cheering, laughing at something- or someone- that he couldn't really see, due to the amount of people present.

As he approached the cheering citizens, his eyes lit up at what he witnessed.

A pair of men, two brothers he believed, were performing acts of comedy and telling jokes, keeping the audience they had gathered captivated.

They were foreign, he could tell, as the thick accent reverb in their joyful voices. Their clothes dirty and broken in places, but the glint in their eyes lightning up whatever state their physical form were at the moment.

SMG4 remained astonished: he could smell talent a mile away, and he believed he had just stepped a mine full of gold with these two.

Maybe that’s what he needed! A new pair of actors! The realization hit him like a bolt of lightning, excitement at the possibilities that these two would bring to his career.

After everyone had scattered, he approached, and while they remained wary, he simply clapped cheerfully.

"Bravo! You boys put on quite the show! I'm really impressed!"

The two men simply glanced at each other, unsure at how to respond to him.

He WAS a stranger after all, albeit way more younger than them.

The man in green smiled gracefully, while remaining nervous: “Thank you, signore! It’s-a so nice to see people enjoy our little play- despite making only so much money out of it.”

He glanced down at the hat placed for coins, only half full despite all the people that came to see them previously.

The red man clapped the taller one rather strongly, as the other yelped and staggered: “Don’t-a worry, Luigi! This is enough to get ourselves plenty of spaghetti!”

Luigi deadpanned in dismay at his compatriot’s antics: “We have to worry about something else other than spaghetti, Mario! We still don’t have a place to sleep!”

Mario bonked him to the head, clearly displeased and angry: “Don’t you ever-a say that again about my precious spaghetti! You get me those plates right now!”

Weirded out by this odd display, SMG4 silently just stared at them, before snapping out of it, an idea forming in his head.

He bowed down, a gleam in his eye: “My name is SMG4, and I’d like to offer you both an opportunity. How would you fine gentlemen like a better stage than the dirty streets of the Mushroom Kingdom?”

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After meeting the Mario Brothers, SMG4’s career stirred towards a rather interesting and promising path.

Figuring out how to place them in his plays through observing their personalities and behaviors was easy, actually.

Mario seemed rather stupid and slow, only caring about food at ALL times. He also seemed to have a charm for attracting odd crowds to him.

He didn’t know HOW he did it, but for some reason one day when they were hanging out together to figure out the next script, a rather disturbing magical creature had approached them, scaring Four and Luigi out of their minds, while Mario simply waved cheerily and talked to it like it was NOTHING.

He had revealed to have met and made friends with many of them, despite the fact that it was BANNED to by the laws of the kingdom.

For the sake of his career, Four decided to keep that for himself.

After all, Mario was the face man of the duo.

Luigi, on the other hand, had served a role more or less like a voice of reason. His calm and sometimes cowardly nature had decided it as such, in sheer contrast to his brother’s loud personality.

Both of them, especially Mario, would try talk to him on how to do some parts of the scripts, and while he listened and was glad for it, sometimes it got to his nerves.

It didn’t help that they were ALWAYS attached to his hip. It made him mad, especially because of Mario’s stupidity and incessant blabbering and Luigi’s nerves always being on edge- dude couldn’t take a STEP and he would jump at every single sound he heard.

However, the pros greatly outweighed the cons, as his popularity had slowly started to grow once he introduced them to the theater world.

The crowds would start off small, but in time that quickly changed, to the point that nobles and the Princess herself would show up to come watch his plays.

Oh, he was ecstatic! He couldn’t believe his luck when she first came! With her present, it was certain he was going to reach levels he couldn’t possibly imagine before!

If only everything went smoothly-

But life apparently wanted to kick him one more time, as during the main scene, an enormous hole opened up on the ceiling of the theater, as debris came down crashing on everyone.

And along that, something else.

Pandemonium erupted as a beast stood up, spiny shell and big crown rested on its head.

A booming voice echoed through the room: “Princess Peach! Ruler of the Mushroom Kingdom! I, Lord Bowser, ruler of all magical creatures beyond the borders, came to demand your hand in marriage!”

The blonde woman stood up, snaring at him with cold eyes: “How many times do I have to refuse your request, you ignorant brute?! I would NEVER marry a magical creature, ESPECIALLY not one that looks like you!”

The koopa tried to hold back his tears once again at behind rejected- apparently it wasn’t the first time, go figure- as he pleaded once again: “My sweet, please be reasonable! Think of how powerful our kingdoms would become if we just joined in out union-”

“Hey!”

The voice startled everyone, including the two fighting monarchs, out of their stupor.

The main actor, Mario, was standing near the pile of rubble where the king was, puffing his cheeks out in annoyance.

“Bowser! You could-a chosen any other day to do this! Why are you doing it NOW?!”

The beast reeled back, surprised: “Mario?”

Four sputtered flabbergasted at this information: “YOU KNOW THE KING OF KOOPAS?!”

The Italian man just rolled his eyes: “Beh, si. We’ve hanged around a lot when me and my bro came in through the borders. He is a fine fellow-” and then returned his icy glare back to him; “-when he’s not trying to stop me from working AND EARNING MY FAIR SHARE OF SPAGHETTI!”

Bowser grunted, a bit embarrassed: “Oh, hehe… sorry friend. I didn’t think I would disturb you. I’ll- take my leave now”

He then pointed at the princess, letting out a roar in determination: “This isn’t over!” and promptly left, as everyone stood shell-shocked at the scene that just played before them.

The most shocked out of all of them was certainly Peach, who regathered herself and huffed reverently. After thinking about it and coming up with a decision, he pointed down to the three men on the stage.

“You! Down there! You said your name was Mario, right?”

The mustached man crossed his arms: “Yep. That’s-a me. What’s it to you?”

“You seem rather… acquainted with the Lord of Koopas. Care to explain to me why?” she continued, a sneer on her lips.

He blinked owlishly: “I already said, we’ve been friends before crossing the border”

“And you DO know that interacting with magical creatures is STRICTLY PROHIBITED HERE, RIGHT?”

“I don’t-a see the problem” he simply remarked, without blinking.

“MARIO!” both Luigi and SMG4 whispered loudly in reprimand, one full of fear and one out of frustration.

Peach hummed, her fan closing shut with a snap: “I have decided. Mario, I would make your crimes against the laws of the Mushroom Kingdom fall IF you accept to become my bodyguard and ‘messenger’ to all magical creatures outside the border” she smirked winningly; “if you don’t want to lose your job and end up banned from the kingdom alongside your brother, THIS is an offer you can’t decline.”

The Italian man, alongside the other two, could only look astonished at such a turn of events.

“Mama-fucker.”

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Despite the way everything happened so fast, SMG4 did nothing but continue to make his plays with the Mario Bros.

The only issue was, now Mario always had to follow around the princess at ALL TIMES, making it difficult for him to program when to make his plays.

A good thing to this was the amount of publicity it had gotten.

Despite making less plays, the crowds would be enormous.

Four was so busy with everything, that he didn’t even notice the way Mario was acting.

Always pissed off, and sometimes downright depressed.

Luigi had caught his vacant stares sometimes, that would only fade once he placed a plate of spaghetti in front of him, but only shortly.

He tried to confront him about it, only for him to just turn away and leave.

The man in green decided it was time to face his screenplay writer about it, given that, despite his behavior, he had slowly started to become more friends with his bro, before this whole situation.

But SMG4 was having none of it.

“Look, I don’t care if he’s not feeling up for it! Once he’s returned from the castle, tell him to come here immediately, because we have rehearsals in an hour!”

Luigi backed up, feeling shocked and really offended at how both of them were treated: “SMG4, please! We can’t keep going like this! Mario DIDN’T WANT SOMETHING LIKE THIS WHEN HE CAME HERE IN THE KINGDOM! We just wanted to get by with our talent, not be part of the royal life!”

“WELL, I DIDN’T CHOSE THAT EITHER!” Four yelled, slamming down his journal; “Look, our trio was meant to be just that, and to focus on making it big on the theater scene! And we have it now, despite the princess being a PAIN IN OUR ARSE. He’s not the only one struggling with this novelty, so PLEASE JUST TELL HIM TO ACT MATURE FOR ONCE AND OWN UP TO HIS DUTIES.”

He stood up, and walked away in search for a glass of water.

Luigi deflated and exited the room.

Had he been swifter, he would have noticed a red jacket disappearing behind the halls.

Had he noticed, he would have probably done something to prevent the insane chain of events that lead up to a world changing catastrophy.

Notes: there you guys have it. The prologue in its complecity. Let me know what you think of it, and if you like how the style of the writing is! Once i have the AO3 link I'll add it in

#smg4 #smg4 pirate au #a corsair freebooter #smg4 mario #smg4 luigi #smg4 peach #smg4 bowser #my fic

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drvnkprophct · 4 months

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LORENZO ZURZOLO ? não ! é apenas RIVER DANBURY , ele é filho de DIONÍSIO do chalé 12 e tem VINTE E DOIS ANOS . a tv hefesto informa no guia de programação que ele está no NÍVEL I DOS PODERES por estar no acampamento há ALGUMAS SEMANAS , sabia ? e se lá estiver certo , river é bastante VIGARISTA mas também dizem que ele é ANIMADO . mas você sabe como hefesto é , sempre inventando fake news pra atrair audiência .

BIOGRAFIA

por um tempo , river existiu sem um nome , uma alma à deriva nas margens de um rio em oregon , nos estados unidos . sua mãe , grávida na adolescência , viveu confinada em casa durante toda a gestação , presa a um segredo que seu pai , impelido por um fanatismo religioso intenso , jamais permitiria que se espalhasse . quando river veio ao mundo , seu avô colocou o recém-nascido em um cesto e o enviou rio abaixo . foi somente quando uma comunidade hippie o resgatou que ele recebeu um nome , uma homenagem à força que o trouxe até eles — o rio que o acolheu e deu significado à sua jornada .

criado por todos ao seu redor , sempre se sentiu singular . desde o início , seu dom inato de superaudição tornou-se uma bênção e uma maldição , causando-lhe enxaquecas devido à sobrecarga sensorial .

como autêntico descendente de dionísio , river soube explorar o ambiente que o cercava . seu dom , operando 24 horas por dia , o transformou em uma espécie de profeta entre os hippies , que viam nele um elo cósmico . apesar de , na verdade , apenas captar as conversas paralelas das pessoas e pensamentos em voz alta , ele afirmava receber mensagens das estrelas . surpreendendo a comunidade ao revelar segredos e antecipar eventos , river tornou-se uma figura misteriosa e cativante , recebendo adoração sob a forma de suas comidas preferidas , brinquedos modernos e permissão para assistir tv durante a noite toda . claro que , em muitas das revelações ele aproveitava para expor segredos e intrigas entre seus membros , testando a paz daquela "família" .

até que ele se cansou do caos que virou aquela comunidade . era sua culpa ? completamente , mas o trabalho já estava feito e não havia como estragar mais nada por ali . ansiando por expansão , aos treze anos , despediu-se dos hippies e embarcou em um ônibus rumo a nevada , determinado a fazer melhor uso de seu poder . no primeiro dia na cidade , encontrou-se no cassino e hotel lótus , onde celebrou em grande estilo e fez amizade com uma variedade de pessoas , assim como inimizade . permaneceu lá por alguns meses , desfrutando da vida agitada , até ser resgatado por uma força maior que o tirou daquele lugar onde o tempo parecia estagnar e a sua lista de inimigos crescer cada vez mais .

quem imaginaria que hippies seriam tão inclinados à fofoca ? o boato sobre a presença de uma criança profeta nos estados unidos logo chegou aos ouvidos dos mais devotos religiosos do arkansas . river , ciente da busca da igreja por ele , permitiu-se ser encontrado e concordou em ser resgatado mais uma vez . permaneceu por um longo período na congregação , praticamente adotado pelo zeloso pastor danbury , que o chamava de "criança milagre" . não demorou muito para que os fiéis ansiassem por uma demonstração de sua fé , e river , mais entretido do que nunca , atendeu aos seus pedidos . durante os cultos , ele escutava suas orações e , com base nelas , fazia profecias como nunca antes ouvidas . o número de fiéis aumentou e era perseguido para ter revelações divinas sobre as suas preocupações mais íntimas .

o destino do filho de dionísio tomou um rumo inesperado quando ouviu o chamado de seu pai . um sátiro veio buscá-lo , e river partiu , não sem antes garantir que todos os envelopes das generosas contribuições dos fiéis ficassem devidamente acondicionadas em sua mochila . afinal , se o número de seguidores havia quadruplicado , o pastor de almas merecia uma comissão à altura , não é mesmo ?

desse modo , pode-se dizer que é quase um recém-chegado na colina meio-sangue . não fazia ideia de que esse era o segredo por trás das coisas estranhas que o cercavam , a superaudição inata , mas até que era engraçado descobrir que não estava tão errado assim .

PODERES

superaudição

HABILIDADES

previsão e sentidos aguçados

GRUPOS

equipe azul de canoagem

ARMA

BUMERANGUE: quando nas forjas , à procura de uma arma para chamar de sua , river encontrou um bumerangue empoeirado , claramente abandonado . claro , quando se podia empunhar uma espada , lança , adagas , machados e arco e flechas , um humilde bumerangue era visto até como uma piada . no entanto , river não queria se machucar no primeiro dia e escolheu aquela madeira torcida - havia certo charme nele , sabe ? pelo menos começou assim . conforme foi praticando sua mira ( horrível , por sinal ) , descobriu que suas habilidades não importavam exatamente . poderia errar mil vezes com todas as outras armas , mas com o bumerangue , ele sempre acertava onde queria . isso porque o bumerangue se sentiu especial ao ser escolhido após tanto tempo estacionado no fundo do baú e quis conquistá-lo . a arma é leal à river , mas exige dedicação e treino da parte dele , nem sempre acertando perfeitamente . quando arremessado , uma lâmina afiada de bronze celestial desponta de suas extremidades .

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