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NSB (Straud Legacy) Gen 9 Ep 82: The Long Road Home

The Story of a Family

Not long into the new semester Luigi heard that Great Grandpa Chance, one of his oldest friends, had at long last passed on to the ever after.

At the same time his father got a similar phone call informing him of the death of Bianca, Chance’s beloved wife. He had first met her during his Strangerville adventure and had never expected her to eventually join his family and make a place for herself in his heart.

Family and friends of the departed gathered at Crash Into Flavor to commiserate and celebrate the lives of the two sims they’d all loved.

Peachy smiled recalling how Chance had encouraged him to move to The Bay and welcomed him into the homestead with open arms. Tess told tales from her and her “sisters” childhood, remembering fondly the love and laughter her parents had so often brought into their happy little home. August even surprised them with the recent story of how Bianca had encouraged him to retire.

She had told him in her no-nonsense way that everyone deserved a little time free of the “big boss man” before they kicked the bucket!

It didn’t escape Peachy’s notice that Candor had been unusually quiet throughout their meal, his small smiles and polite laughs obviously forced.

Peachy wasn’t as close to this great grandfather as he’d been to Chance, but it was plain he was deeply hurting and Peachy wanted to help if he could. As they said their goodbyes outside the downed aircraft turned eatery at the end of the afternoon Peachy pulled his ancient relative aside, gently offering his condolences and extending an offer to hang out anytime if he needed someone to talk to.

Peachy’s kind words were all it took to break through Candor’s thin façade of emotional stability. His frown deepened as he choaked out a thank you.

Voice shaking, Candor admitted that he felt responsible for Chance’s death. When Peachy was a child, they’d rekindled their romance briefly, but when Chance had wanted to take it slow Candor had met Anita and jumped into a relationship with her instead. If only he’d been more patient, he was sure they would have gotten back together, and Chance would be here by his side instead of with Bianca in the ever after.

Now both Chance and Anita were gone, and Candor felt lonely and adrift in his big empty apartment, unsure how to move forward.

Peachy felt like Candor was perhaps being a bit too self centered and hard on himself, but his heart nonetheless ached for the other sim’s loss.

He didn’t have all the answers, but he could help with feeling “all alone”, if Candor was interested. The homestead had a room for Candor whenever he wanted one. He knew Valentina would be happy to open their home to a friend in need just as he and Jack had done for her way back when.

Candor seemed surprised by the offer but gratefully agreed to come and stay for awhile. He knew the company of family would help him process his grief and begin to heal. In no time he’d given up the lease on his place and was once again calling the achingly familiar house by the bay his home.

While Candor was moving from the city to the bay, Chance and Bianca had made the move from the mortal realm to the great beyond.

When they awoke in Windenburg Bianca turned to her husband and gasped. At his confused expression she told him “We have to find you a mirror; I hardly recognize you!” Grinning she continued “Honestly, after all those centuries as an old geezer I’m not sure you’ll recognize himself!”

The couple barely had time to come to grips with the changes the afterlife had wrought when the doors to the mansion sprang open and a large collection of family came rushing out to greet them. Now it was Chance’s turn to stare. It has been so long since he’d seen his parents, brother, beloved niece, and son in the flesh… he could hardly believe his eyes.

After happy hugs and reintroductions all around Thorne took over, telling his baby brother “Welcome! Its wonderful to have you join us at last”.

He then led the couple to a portal that took them to a cute little house atop the Strangerville bluffs where they immediately felt at home. After extracting a promise to get together and catch up soon Thorne left the couple to get acquainted with their personal slice of paradise.

As he lifted his bride into his arms to carry her over the threshold of their new place Chance reflected that he may have taken the long road “home”, but in the end his immortal life had brought him much joy and he didn’t regret one minute of the time he had spent getting there.

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s-creations · 10 months

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The Prince and The Plumber - Chapter 2: The Plumber

The Prince: Forced to flee due to being hunted down by people he used to trust. Sent to the Mushroom Kingdom in order to hide him away until the growing evil can be taken care of. Didn’t realize he’d find more than safety.

The Plumber: Used to being the second hero, the younger brother, the last resort. Used to being looked over, even though he’s the taller one. Close to giving up on finding someone he connects with that’s not his brother. He’s surprised to find someone new working at the florist.

Fandom: Super Mario & Related Fandoms Rating: General Audience Audiences Relationships: Luigi/Prince Peasley, Luigi & Mario (Nintendo), Mario/Princess Peach Warnings/Additional Tags: Fleeing, New Identity, New point of life, Encroaching danger.

On the outskirts of the Mushroom Kingdom, just past the border where the city ended, laid a rather large house. At least, larger by comparison to where the Toads would live. But built similarly to the same mushroom homes. A homey building that had laid quiet and dark for the last few days. Giving clear indication that its occupants had been away for a while.

It was on the fifth day, as the sun began to sink below the horizon, that there was movement. Two figures, dressed in either red or green, were slumped over, practically holding each other up as they shuffled over to the front door. Clearly exhausted as they stumbled into their home. Hissing slightly as their eyes were assaulted by the front light being turned on.

They halfheartedly kicked off their shoes while placing their caps on the nearby wall hook. Afterwards shuffling over to the kitchen.

Mario reached it first. Passing the table he desperately wanted to collapse against and instead goes to the fridge. Pulling out the tupperware filled with leftover pasta. Plopping a good amount onto two plates to warm them up.

Luigi did what Mairo wanted to and collapsed into the chair. Laying his head down on the smooth wooden table, even at Mario’s warning not to do so. In case Luigi fell asleep at the uncomfortable table before he could eat. But he didn’t move.

The adventure in the Sarasaland Kingdom was tiring for a number of reasons.

The biggest, and pretty ‘normal’ reason, was when a villain decided to attack because they didn’t get what they thought they deserved. So the one day visit had instead turned into a four day trek to get everything back to some version of stability.

The typical mess that the brothers were used to at this point in their lives.

Another issue (a personal one) for Luigi was Daisy.

Luigi knew that sounded…snippy. He didn’t mean for it to, but he was still hurting after their previous one-on-one conversation. One that had taken place months ago, long before this recent adventure. Which had been where Luigi offered a confession of the small crush he’d had for the desert princess. Only for the warm feeling to fall away when he realized how Daisy couldn’t look at him.

“I’m sorry Luigi,” she said softly, “but I don’t feel that way about you. We can still be friends! I really like hanging out with you and you’re funny! I’m just not looking for anything right now.”

Well, he’d heard that phrase a few times before.

Luigi had immediately put on a small smile while waving his hand frantically. Trying to push the conversation away as quickly as he could. The familiar wall of emotional and mental protection going up as he rambled something out. No doubt trying to fix whatever bridge that was currently crumbling before him.

In some way, the adventure was the distraction Luigi needed when he entered the kingdom once more. Allowing himself the time to focus on something else and give himself some distance from the desert castle. Because his stomach was in nervous knots and tangles in thinking he’d be so close to Daisy so soon after their conversation.

Now that they were back home with the danger no longer hanging over their heads, Luigi felt that uncomfortable burn enter his stomach once more. He wasn’t upset with Daisy, she was allowed to make her decisions. He was just…disappointed that he missed the mark again. He really thought they had that kind of connection. How many times was he going to look too far into something and be so wrong?

A tired whine escaped his mouth as he pressed his forehead into the table.

“Stop thinking about it.” said Mario as he carried the warmed plates over.

“I regret telling you.” Luigi grumbled back.

“I would have found out eventually. Now, sit up and eat.”

The younger brother did so while letting out another groan. Picking up his fork to gently poke at the pile of noodles. “...So… I’m just broken, right?”

“You’re not broken Lu, why would you say that?”

“Because I just can’t get this right,” Luigi huffed as he leaned on his free hand, “She was so nice… I really thought that maybe there was something. But I was looking too far into it and now we’re friends again.”

“...Is that bad?”

“Well, no. Doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt any less.”

Mario let out a soft sigh before placing his fork down. “I know… Can I ask something?”

“Sure, don’t know what my answer will be.”

“This…This is really affecting you more than before, why?”

“I don’t know. Maybe I was overly hopeful that this new world would be like wiping the slate clean. Start new. Start…over. We get to be heroes, save people, it’s amazing…”

“But.”

“But I can’t figure out why I can’t find someone. Like how you and Peach are.”

Mario let out a choked laugh, face erupting in a deep red shade. “W-What- no? What are you talking about? I don’t-”

“Mario.”

The older brother coughed weakly before continuing, “Look, just because Daisy said no doesn’t mean you’re ‘broken’. One person doesn’t-”

“Five people.”

Mario waved his hand, “Jenny, Dan, Destiny, and Ben don’t count.”

“What, why?”

“If we’re wiping our slates clean from what happened on Earth, they don’t count.”

Luigi rolled his eyes, “The rejection still hurts even if you don’t want to count them.”

“I’m playing by your rules!”

“Still doesn’t pull me out of this funk.”

“It’ll be fine Lu, you’ll be fine. You’ll see. Eat, get cleaned up, and get some sleep. You’ll wake up feeling better tomorrow. And if not, I owe you a Shroomshake when we go see Peach.”

Luigi wished he could say he felt a bit chipper hearing that, but the uncomfortable sludge curled in his stomach. The rest of the night was slow movements before eventually passing out. His eyes opened to the bright sun already up in the sky. Which did not reflect his current mood.

Even with his favorite caffeinated Shroomshake in hand, he couldn’t shake his current mood.

“You’re not going to start writing deep meaning poetry again, are you?” Mario asked after taking a sip of his own drink.

“Don’t tempt me,” Luigi snipped back.

“Come on bro, you’ll be fine. You just need a bit more time.”

“Daisy’s been the one person I thought I was really connecting with.”

“Lu…it’s a ‘just so far’ kind of thing.”

“Just let me mope for a few days.”

“It’s the ‘Destiny Incident’ all over again.”

Luigi’s retort fell away when a sudden gust of wind washed through the market. Unable to lift his hand fast enough to keep his hat in place. Said item easily floating away. Letting out a cry of surprise, Luigi passed his drink to Mario. Not looking back to see if it was safely secure as he took off.

“Luigi!”

“I need to grab it! I’ll meet up in a second!”

The younger brother was around the corner before Mario could reply. Shaking his head slowly before continuing on. “I’m sure he’ll be fine.”

Luigi’s eyes flickered between the hat that was effortlessly flying away while doing his best to avoid…well, everything. Carts, tables, Toads. All were either pushed or pulled out of the way. Some weren’t moved fast enough, causing Luigi to stumble over them with a call of “Sorry!” following after.

His panic grew when his hat took a sharp turn. Practically skidding to a halt to create the same turn, Luigi regained his footing as quickly as he could. His heart sank upon finding that his hat had already smacked itself into someone’s face.

“Oh goodness, Luigi!” Myrio called out with a laugh, face scrunched up in a smile.

“I’m so sorry!” Luigi replied, panting weakly as he slowed down. Hands resting on his knees as he tried to catch his breath. “The wind took my hat and I’ve been chasing it for two blocks and- I’m very sorry…”

“I’m not the one who ‘caught’ it.” The gardening Toad nodded over to the other. Who had successfully pulled the hat away.

Luigi felt his heart skip a beat.

Warm brown eyes that were scrunched up in annoyance softened to curiosity upon landing on Luigi. Fine golden hair swaying softly in the gentle breeze. Vivid green skin complimenting the shoulder length hair, the being seeming to be practically glowing. A fair dusting of deep green freckles were spread across his cheeks. Dressed in warm brown and tan clothing, filling them out… very well.

Luigi doing his best to keep his eyes away from the, uh, well-defined arms, the sleeves rolled up.

“I’m very pleased to introduce to you one of our great heroes that keeps our kingdom safe. This is Luigi.”

The beautiful, stunning, other gave a small nod before holding the green hat over. “Um, I suppose this belongs to you.”

“Wha- oh, yes!” Luigi quickly attempted to recover. Practically tripping over his feet for the few steps he needed to take to claim the offered garment. “Yes, that’s mine. Sorry about that.”

“It’s fine. I was honestly more surprised than anything else,” the other released the hat with a soft smile, “Green is really a good color on you.”

Luigi felt his stomach flip with glee hearing this. “U-Um, really? I mean, uh, thank you!”

“Yeah…”

Luigi knew he wasn’t the smoothest talker. Heck, he avoided talking if possible because nothing ever seemed to come out right. But why did his own nerves have to betray him now? Why did his tongue feel so heavy?

“So, you’re a hero? What’s that like?” The other asked, looking genuinely curious.

“Uh…” Luigi swallowed weakly, “S-Slightly terrifying- I mean! Easy, such an easy job.”

He attempted to lean casually against the nearest display. Only to completely miss it and lean over so far that he ended up on the ground.

“Oh my goodness, are you alright?”

Luigi was up the next second, offering a sheepish smile at the other’s startled look. “Fine! Fine, just fine. I’ve had way worse things happen to me.”

That did the opposite of what Luigi intended to happen as the other looked even more horrified. Causing the human to fumble over his words before blurting out, “N-Nothing I can’t handle, don’t worry! Um, I-I was actually on my way to the castle. Just got back from a pretty major adventure. Pretty big deal.”

The other gave a warm smile, Luigi feeling as if his heart was about to jump to his throat. “Ah, well, I suppose we should let you go then. Don’t want to make you late.”

“Yeah, yep, of course. Um, I hope you…enjoy the rest of the day!”

Now the other laughed, a soft gentle one, not teasing. Luigi swears he’s floating off the ground. “You as well, Luigi.”

Myrio also said her farewell, but Luigi didn’t hear it. His head was only filled with how his name sounded from the other’s voice. He had no idea his name could sound so good. Hat pressed against his chest, Luigi floated between the vendors and Toads. Making his way back to the main road. Surprised to find Mario practically right away.

“Hey, you got your hat back… Um, you okay?” The older twin cautiously asked when Luigi didn’t reply. “Luigi? …Lu, I need you to say something.”

He merely let out a low hum. His mind still floating and filled with the new florist’s voice.

“Luigi? …Luigi. …Luigi!”

“Huh?” Luigi was finally brought back to reality both by Mario’s voice and hands being pressed on his shoulders. “Who, what’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong? You frantically ran off to get your hat then arrive back with some dreamy look in your eyes and staying nothing. What happened?”

Luigi blinked slowly before answering with, “Myrio has someone new working for her.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah… He’s really cute…”

Mario paused at that before breaking out into a wide smile. “Oooh, feeling smitten, are we?”

Luigi nodded, cheeks turning a deep red. “Maybe a little.”

“Good! Good for you Weegee! Happy to see you perking back up a little. What’s he like?” Mario hooked their arms together to lead them further down the road.

“Beautiful,” Luigi started, “Golden hair, brilliant green skin, (that caused Mario to falter but said nothing) deep brown eyes. He has the best voice, the best laugh. He wasn’t even mad that my hat hit him!”

“Wait, what-”

“Said green was a good color for me! Mario, he was so, so nice!”

Mario laughed softly as he shook his head, “You’ve certainly fallen hard.”

Luigi merely hummed in a happy response.

“So, what’s his name?”

Mario frowned when there was no response. Brows furrowing as his eyes turned to Luigi. His own eyes wide with unsaid worry.

“Lu…what’s his name.”

Luigi swallows weakly, squeaking out, “I don’t know.”

“...What do you mean you don’t know?”

“I forgot to ask for it!”

“Lu, why…”

“It wasn’t an intentional move!” Letting out a whine, Luigi forcefully placed his hat back on his head. Lowing the brim of it to partially hide his blushing face.

Mario held back his laughter. But did offer a gentle pat to Luigi’s shoulder, “It’s okay. It was just a slip of…just a slip up. An easy one to fix. Don’t fret.”

“Oh, he probably thinks I’m an idiot for not asking.”

“Don’t think like that, it’s okay. How about we get our meeting with Peach done and think of a plan for-”

“Wait!” Luigi pulled his hat back up, eyes wide with determination this time. “Wait, he’s new to the kingdom. Peach would know about him, wouldn’t she?”

“Uh…I suppose so?”

“Then she could tell me!”

“Lu!” Mario’s comment fell away as Luigi raced off once more. This time towards the castle. The older twin letting out a heavy sigh before quickly following after.

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Peach attempted to appear calm while she paced around her throne. She had been informed the brothers had returned the night before. Meaning they would be arriving that morning to give their report about their latest adventure. But it was also weighing on her about the topic she wanted to talk about.

“Do you really believe it would be best to tell them now?” Toadsworth gently asked.

“I don’t know,” Peach quietly replied, “I want them to be at least aware of who’s here. Tell them about Peasley and Lady Lima. But…the rest…”

“I understand. However, I would advise to just say there’s someone new and there have been…family issues. Overally, it's best to just remain calm about the situation. Best not to have everyone panicked about-”

“PRINCESS PEACH!”

The residents in the Great Hall jumped as the grand doors were suddenly flung open. Luigi tears into the long hallway. Practically tripping over his legs as he climbed the stairs. Grabbing onto Peach’s shoulders in desperation while wide eyes stare her down.

“There’s someone new at Myrio’s shop and he’s absolutely beautiful and my hat smacked him in the face but he didn’t care and he was so nice and I forgot to ask him for his name and I hope you know his name, please tell me you know his name!”

Peach slowly blinked in confusion as Luigi panted furiously. Her concern slipped away as Mario finally joined them. Looking exhausted while smiling fondly at his brother.

“Good morning Mario.”

“Hello Peach, how has your day been so far?”

“Fairly well, and you?”

“Princess Peach, please,” Luigi whined softly.

“Luigi, sweetie, I couldn’t even understand what you said. What happened?”

“His hat hit the new worker at Myrio’s shop and he’s more than a little love struck.” Mario answered.

Peach’s eyes widened slightly before laughing softly, “Oh Luigi, that’s adorable.”

“Do you know him?” Luigi became desperate once more, “Please tell me you know his name.”

“I do.”

There was a pause.

Peach holding back her laughter, feeling Luigi begin to shake with built up energy of frustration.

“Peach.”

“Yes?”

“Could I please know his name?”

Peach let out a low hum of contemplation, head tilting to the side. “...No.”

“What, no, please! I already made myself look like an idiot! I can’t go back and just ask for it. I’ll look even worse!”

“You just have to talk to him again, simple.”

“I don’t even think I properly talked to him the first time. I think I just said some random noises.”

“That’s pretty much what talking is.” Mari didn’t flinch as Luigi glared at him.

Peach laughed softly as she pulled Luigi’s hands from her shoulders to hold them gently in her own. “I promise you, he will not think negatively of you. I’m sure he already doesn’t. You have nothing to worry about.”

The forward confidence Luigi was presenting slowly melted away. Now looking nervous, eyes lowering to the held hands in worry.

Mario gently asked Peach, “Do you know him well?”

“Mmm, sort of,” Peach answered slowly, “He and his grandmother arrived here a few days ago. They’re having some family issues.”

“Anything we could help with?”

“...Currently, no,” She paused for a moment, eyes turning back to the still silently distraught Luigi, “But, I will say, he isn’t feeling comfortable right now. A lot of personal stress and dealing with so many changes. I’m sure what he needs right now is someone to show him around and lend an ear to hear his worries.”

Mario caught on quickly, “Oh, yeah, good idea. It would need to be someone who was really caring.”

“Shows concern for others without judgment.”

“Can make everyone happy and laugh.”

“Very sweet.”

“Great at baking and not too bad looking.”

“Has a wonderful garden, which this newcomer will absolutely love.”

“Wears green and his name is Luigi.”

That pulled Luigi from his stupor. Wide eyes snapping up. Eventually lifting a finger to weakly point at himself. “Me?”

“Of course!” Peach beamed, “You want to get to know him better and it would be good for him to be able to connect with someone new.”

“Plus, it will give you a reason to go back to talk to him again. Besides just getting his name finally.” Mario said while patting his brother’s back.

While he gave a short nod in somewhat agreement, Luigi still felt unsure. The curious bravado he held before subdued now, his mind muddling over what had been said. More than happy to let Mario inform Peach what had happened on their latest outing. Allowing him to merely focus on nursing his cup of tea while calculating his next move.

Mario gave no comment when Luigi broke away once more when they were heading home that evening. Merely flashing a knowing smile as he continued on home. Deciding which cup of tea his brother would need when he arrived home himself.

Luigi picked up his speed as he drew closer to the familiar florist shop. Knowing all businesses were closing soon and his window of opportunity for that day was shrinking. He knew he needed to get there now. His heart flipping in excitement when he saw the familiar flash of golden hair in the setting sun light.

Warm brown eyes landed on Luigi when the human drew closer, a small smile appearing on his face, “Oh, well, hello again.”

“Ah, yes, hello,” Luigi smiled back, “So, a thought sort of came to me when-”

Eagerness winning over paying attention, Luigi visually missed the woven basket. But his foot certainly caught it. His face met the ground once more.

“Are you okay!” The other called out, Luigi hearing footsteps rush over to him.

On his part, Luigi merely felt a little dazed. Rolling himself over to lay on his back white collecting himself once more. Taking a deep breath as he stared up at the slowly darkening sky. Only for the sky to be replaced by the other’s worried face.

“Uh, I’m fine. But I think I’m going to stay down here for a bit, if you don’t mind. Just so there’s not another chance to fall again.”

The other’s worry disappeared, replaced with a gentle smile and laughter. “I do hope this isn’t going the way you say hello to me each time.”

“This is actually pretty normal for me.”

“Well, hope you don’t mind if I join you.” They easily plopped down next to Luigi. Legs crossed as they leaned over to talk more. “So, I believe you were saying something?”

“Well, I figured since you were new here, you would like a proper tour of the kingdom. With, you know, someone who’s been here for a few years.”

There was a flash of surprise, but a bashful quickly adorned his face. The other twirling a few strands between his fingers as he thought about the offer. “...That…sounds wonderful, actually.”

Both peered over to the shop door when it suddenly opened. Myrio’s beaming face peering out before shouting, “He’s off in two days!”

The door closed again.

They both blinked in surprise before Luigi said, “Well, suppose I’ll see you in two days. Shall we…meet here?”

“Ah, yes, suppose so. To both parts.”

“Um, by the way, I didn’t get your name before.” Luigi flushes softly as the other holds a hand out. Taking it to gently shake it.

“Peasley… My name’s Peasley.”

Mario had an armful of an excited brother when Luigi arrived back home. Babbling happily over what he’d learned and what he was planning for their day out.

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rxin3akamallory · 3 months

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The self inserts: “I just feel a little dizzy.. But it’s okay, I probably just haven’t eaten yet. I’ll have something later.”

How the self inserts’ s/o would react to them not eating yet (2/4)

(Excluding Maggie, Mackenzie, Marcella, Marnie, Maeve, Marjorie, Marcie, and Marley because they don’t have partners)

[I wrote these to sorta comfort myself because this was almost exactly what happened yesterday. I didn’t bring food prior to going to work and didn’t go on my break so I had to sit through a 6+ hour shift with no food until 6pm. By the time I did eat I was not satisfied I still felt hungry after. I’m okay now, dw <3]

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Felix (to Madeline)

Felix shakes his head.

Felix: “No, this can’t be. We need to get some food into you, pronto!”

Madeline: “Fix-It, it’s not that-“

He takes her hand.

Felix: “No protesting against this one, lady love.”

Madeline blushes and lightly chuckles as she follows him.

Kristoff (to Mara)

Kristoff glances from one side to another.

Kristoff: “Okay, Sven would kill me for doing this, but if it’s for you I think he’d make an exception.”

Mara: “What’re you talking about?”

He reaches into a small bag stashed in his sleigh and hands Mara one of Sven’s uneaten carrots.

Kristoff: “Here”

Mara: “I’m not your reindeer, you know that right?”

Kristoff: “I know it’s not much, but you can stomach it until we find you something better.”

Mara sighs as she tries to hide her blush.

Mara: “Alright, only because I can’t let food like this go to waste.”

She takes a bite before glancing back up at Kristoff.

Mara: “You’re not gonna make me share this are you?”

Kristoff: “What? No, of course not! Unless you want to.”

Mara: “Not a chance, ice cutter.”

Barley (to Maria)

Barely re-routes Guinevere.

Maria: “Whoa!”

Maria manages to stabilize herself in the passenger seat.

Maria: “What’s going on?”

Barley parks Guinevere.

Barley: “Wait right here.”

Maria: “Wha-?”

Before Maria could fully argue, Barley has already left the van. After a couple moments, he comes back with a bag of take out.

Maria: “Bar..” *gasp* “I have to pay you back!”

Barley: “Nope, none of that. You already know it’s my absolute pleasure to get to take care of you.”

Maria: *blushes* “… Thank you, Barley..”

Barley: *in his quest voice* “Anything for my fair princess!”

Tadashi (to Makoto)

Tadashi: “Makoto, that’s only gonna do you more harm than good. You’re gonna get sick if you don’t eat something.”

Makoto: “I know.. I just.. I really need to get this final done by the end of the evening so I can’t go out right now.”

Tadashi: “… Right.”

Tadashi leaves Makoto’s apartment bedroom and enters her kitchen. Makoto pokes her head out the bedroom door frame.

Makoto: “Now what’re you doing?”

Baymax: “He is preparing food.”

The sudden sound of Baymax’s voice made Makoto flinch.

Makoto: *sigh* “‘dashi doesn’t have to do all this for me. He’s got assignments to get done too.”

Baymax: “If I may ask, are you concerned about Tadashi losing time he could be spending on college assignments instead of your health?”

Makoto: “Sometimes I forget how well Tadashi programmed you. I just.. I really wish I wasn’t burdening him with this.”

Baymax: “Makoto, you are Tadashi’s girlfriend.”

Makoto: “So? What does that have to do with anything?”

Baymax: “When you’re in a relationship with someone, your priorities start to shift to where you’re not only looking out for yourself, but your partner one as well. Tadashi loves you. He wants nothing more than for you to be healthy and cared for. He couldn’t properly focus on himself until he knows you’re alright. Because that’s what partners are and what they do.”

Makoto turns back toward Tadashi. He was giving her a warm smile. Makoto returned the smile, mouthing “thank you” before Tadashi went back to cooking.

Luigi (to Madeira)

Luigi: “Wait, you haven’t eaten today!?”

Madeira: “N-No, I-“

Luigi practically leaped over the counter of Madeira’s bakery and booked it to the kitchen. He grabbed one of the sample doughnuts and handed it to her, breathing heavily.

Madeira: “Luigi, oh my goodness! Are you alright?”

Luigi: “I’ll be” *pant* “much better” *pant* “if you eat this.”

Madeira: “Lu, that’s a sample. I can’t just-“

Luigi: “Please?”

He makes a lil puppy face. Madeira couldn’t resist it so she hesitantly grabbed the doughnut and took a bite.

Madeira: *softly smiles* “Thank you. You really know how to look out for others.”

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aliencatwafers · 1 year

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Sewer AU - Partners in Time

As promised, I would make a post about this AU. It takes place during Mario and Luigi: Partners in Time when Baby Mario and Luigi meet Fawful in the sewers as a badge merchant.

The premise: The babies decide to visit Fawful every now and then. When they do side quests in Toad Town (present day), they see him around too. They branch off from the Adults to do side quests, and Fawful is around by accident. Chaos ensues.

Fawful at first doesn’t care for the babies. He sees them dumb kids that wandered into the Mushroom Kingdom’s underside for no reason (he also assumes they dressed up as the brothers for Halloween and forgot to change into normal clothes). But, he can’t complain when the kids buy his powerful badges.

When Fawful sees them around more, he gets worried. Really worried. Fawful wonders if these kids are orphans and steps in at times to care for them. He’s not stupid enough to do it under the guise of parenting. Fawful is also struggling financially as are everyone else in the sewers, so he feels he wouldn’t be able to support them fully (since he’s also taking care of everyone living in the sewers and helping them with problems/errands to build rapport). Rather, Fawful cares for the kids like you would for a stray cat you cannot adopt - you leave food out, a mass of blankets for a bed, teach about tax evasion and budgeting, and nursing them back to health. When the kids ask why he bothers with them, he just says that the kids are his best customers.

Midbus also lives in the sewers, much longer than Fawful has. So he sees Fawful and assumes the kid won’t last long. After all, everyone makes Fawful solve their problems and dumps kids at his feet (especially Baby Mario and Luigi). But Fawful talks of conquest and turns out to be more dangerous than any one in the sewers.

Now that’s saying something.

The sewers is a dangerous place. You turn around and you’re completely looted. Look at someone funny and you’re bleeding out on the gross sewage floors. Say the wrong things and you’ll be swimming in the sewage. And if you get wronged, don’t think you can go upstairs and tell Peach. The sewers are federal property and there’s a massive fine for loitering around there unless it’s official business (like plumbing). So, you’re stuck with the sewers*, and moving out is difficult because trying to establish a life on the surface is expensive, exhausting, there’s the risk of being caught, and involves constantly explaining oneself to neighbors (the sewers attracts anyone who doesn’t want to join Bowser’s Army, runaways, people escaping a hard situation, outcasts, etc). *If Peach knew about the sewers, she would be distraught and do everything in her power to make people’s lives better, even when she’s facing a lot of opposition*

Back to the Baby Bros, they check on Fawful and Fawful makes sure they’re okay. He even upgrades their weapons and warns them of the evil Mario Bros.

Midbus interrogates Fawful one day on why he cares so much for the babies. When Fawful says his usual stuff like “they’re my best customers” and “Fawful cannot be having a dead customer base”, Midbus calls bullshit and digs deeper. Eventually, Fawful cracks and reveals he had a rough childhood. And he had to care for himself and isn’t used to stability, so he sees himself in the babies. He doesn’t want the babies to go through the same trauma he did. As such, Fawful tries to give support so they can feel some semblance of stability.

Fawful becomes like an older brother to the Babies when their adult shelves are busy or need help. It gets to the point where they purposely put Fawful on speed dial (which Fawful is annoyed by). Meanwhile, the babies send some beans and money and rare finds his way so he has money to stay afloat this month. He tells them they don’t have to do this, but they insist.

Meanwhile, Mario and Luigi only see that the babies are just good at finding badges.

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I’ll add more eventually. My main goal right now (aside from life) is finishing up my Second Shroob Invasion series on AO3. It is four parts:

The Second Shroob Invasion is 12 chapters

Actions Have Consequences (optional backstory piece for Regent Shroob) is 2 chapters

Bean ‘n’ Badge is 50 chapters

The Future’s Last Stand is a little above 24 chapters - expected to be 26 chapters when complete.

The fanfic focuses on what happens if Fawful and the Shroobs cross paths in the Present Timeline. After all, not all the Shroobs left for the invasion in the Past.

If you’re interested in reading this looooooong thing, my AO3 account is CatWafers.

Thank you for reading all of this! I hope you have a good day :)

#mario and luigi #fawful #partners in time #archive of our own #baby mario #baby luigi #Sewers AU

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ask-marios-apprentice · 1 year

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One Dash. One.

Okay. I don't want to head off across the world just yet. So im Starting simple.

The 1-1 Obstacle course.

A simple run.

The run Mario ran when he first came to the Mushroom Kingdom.

Running, Jumping, Fireball throwing. Standard stuff.

Go underground and get enough coins to buy a dollar-menu Hamburger.

Jump over that Goomba who reviews video games and has been stationed since The Year of Luigi.

Get the Rainbow star. Save it for Later.

Climb the flagpole.

And done

...

Well. Stabilize the warp.

And then done.

There are still some warps in the village though.

I see one on the top of a mushroom hut.

There is one that's attached to a pizza delivery Boy. A shiverian working for Retties Pizza.

I think one guy was selling A warp. That can't be legal.

I got a lot of work to do.

Garth signing off.

#mario #garththeaprentice #mario bros #super mario bros #garth #marios apprentice #super mario #super mario brothers #garth the apprentice #mario brothers #1-1 #coins #the lonely goomba #shiverian #warp point

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afolderfullofstories · 2 years

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Whumptober 2022: Day 4

Note: Was too busy to get Day 3 done today. So you get day 4 first. XD

Sequel to Day 5

Pavi hugged his knees to his chest. He just sat there waiting for the GeneCops to find him. They found his siblings. But when he asked them if his siblings were alright, they refused to answer him. Why wouldn’t they answer him? He knew why. He knew why they wouldn’t answer him. Because they were…they were…Pavi hugged himself tighter.

There was a crash as the wall went down. “Mr Largo.”

Pavi looked up at the GeneCops. He needed to ask if his siblings were alright. Why couldn’t he ask? He didn’t want the answer. He didn’t want to know if they were gone.

Numbly, Pavi stood and followed the GeneCops out of the collapse. Doctors fussed over him. “I’m fine.” He was fine. He wasn’t injured, while his siblings were… “Where are they?”

“They have been brought to GeneCo, Mr Largo.”

“Were they…” He closed his eyes. “Were they breathing?”

“Mr Largo was breathing but his pulse was very weak. Ms Sweet…”

She wasn’t breathing. She had run out of air. They didn’t get to her fast enough. “Bring me there.”

“Yes. We need to look you over.”

“I’m-a fine.” He needed to see if his siblings were alright. He needed to be sure.

“Just give us a minute. We’ll bring you over.”

Pavi clenched his hands together to keep them from shaking. His siblings were fine. The GeneCops got to them in time. They had to.

The doctors brought him a wheelchair when he vehemently refused to get on the stretcher. He repeated that he was fine. As soon as he sat on it, he felt his energy sap out. Without the adrenaline keeping him up, he was exhausted. He ignored the way the staff stared as he was wheeled to the hospital wing. He gripped his hands tighter together. He couldn’t bother about them now. He needed to get to his siblings. He needed to make sure they were fine.

He was brought to the emergency. He could only numbly watch as the doctors were frantically running about. His chest clenched. He didn’t know what he expected. He expected to come here and the doctors would tell him his siblings were magically fine. But they weren’t. Amber had stopped breathing. Luigi had bled out so much his pulse was weak. Pavi dropped his head in his hands.

Doctors fussed over him.

Pavi pushed them away. “I’m-a fine.”

“It would take some time for them to stabilize Mr Largo and Ms Sweet. We should examine you as well.”

“I’m fine.” He was alright. He was furthest from the bomb. He was alright while his siblings were fighting for their lives.

“We should still check you out. You have injuries as well.”

Pavi looked at himself. “Just-a minor scrapes and bruises.”

“Mr Largo.”

“Just-a dress the wounds here. I’m-a not going anywhere.”

“Mr Largo, it’s better if we-”

“I’m not going anywhere!”

The doctors did what they could with him sitting there. They checked him for a concussion and dressed his wounds. There wasn’t much they could do with him refusing to leave.

“Mr Largo.”

A doctor approached him.

“How are they?”

“Ms Sweet is breathing by herself. I don’t think she went without oxygen long enough for it to have severe damage. We’re giving her oxygen and letting her sleep until tomorrow.”

Pavi nodded, a small speck of relief filling his chest. “What about fratello?”

“He’s still in surgery. We’re transfusing bloods in the operating theatre. We don’t know the extent of the damage yet.”

Pavi nodded and dropped his head in his hands.

“We’ll update you if there’s news. You need to be checked out as well.”

“I’m-a fine.”

“Mr Largo-”

“May I see sorella?”

“Yes. But she’s still resting. She won’t wake up until tomorrow. You can get checked out and be done before she even wakes up.”

“Bring me to her.”

“Mr Largo.”

“Now.”

“Yes sir.”

They wheeled him to the room Amber was in. He just stared at his sister. She was battered and bruised. But just looking at her like this, no one would know she had stopped breathing. “Let me know as-a soon as-a there’s news on-a fratello.”

“Yes sir.” They left the room.

He grabbed Amber’s hand. It was limp in his. “You’re going to be fine, sorella. You’re both going to be fine.”

He could feel the adrenaline seeping out and exhaustion seeping in. But he couldn’t sleep now. Not when anything could go wrong. Not when his brother could die at any moment. Not when his sister could wake up and panic. He had to stay awake. He had to make sure they were both fine. They both had to be fine.

Pavi caught himself before his eyes could slide shut. His eyes were so heavy. He was exhausted. But he had to stay awake. He had to stay awake. He would rest once he was sure his siblings were alright. He would-

Pavi’s eyes flew open at the sound of the door opening.

“Mr Largo?”

Pavi looked at Dr Smith at the door. “How is-a he?”

“He’s out of surgery.”

“Is-a he…”

“He’s still getting blood transfusions and he’s on medication to raise his blood pressure. I can’t say anything for sure until we can wean off the medication.”

Pavi gripped his sister’s hand tighter.

“He’s still intubated and we won’t wake him until he stabilizes further. You won’t get any news tonight.”

Unless he dies. Pavi closed his eyes.

“Have some rest, Mr Largo. Neither of your siblings will wake up tonight.”

Pavi shook his head. “I need to be here.”

“I can give you a room just next door. Just so you can lie down and rest.”

“No.” He needed to be here. He needed to hold his sister’s hand and prove to himself she was alive. He needed to be here in case she woke up. He needed to do something.

“Mr Largo, it’s not wrong to be ok.”

Pavi clenched his eyes shut. It was. How could he be virtually unharmed while his siblings were… How was that fair? He couldn’t do anything to help them. Why did he get to be ok? Because he was sitting furthest from the bomb? It was nothing but sheer luck.

“Mr Largo.”

“I’ll-a rest once I know for sure they’re ok.”

Dr Smith sighed. “Alright Mr Largo. The room is just next door if you need it.”

Pavi gripped his sister’s hand tighter.

Amber opened her eyes. She felt groggy. She tried to wipe sleep from her eyes when her hand contacted a mask. She blinked as memories flooded her. There was a bomb. She was trapped. She couldn’t breathe.

She looked around. She was in a hospital room. She was fine. She took in a deep breath. She could breathe.

Her left hand was stuck. She looked down to see her brother sleeping beside her, grabbing her hand tight. A smile graced her lips. Pavi always made sure she was fine. He always cared for her.

His clothes were torn and bloodied. He was still wearing what he had at the bombing. She reached out to wake him. He should go home and rest properly. She placed a gentle hand on his face. “Brother.”

Pavi opened his eyes slowly. “So…sorella?”

“Go back and rest, brother. I’m alright.”

“Alright?” He blinked. “Where…where am I?”

Amber just smiled. “The hospital. Wake up sleepyhead.”

“Hos…hospital?” Pavi sat up and swayed.

Amber’s smile dropped. She sat up. “Brother, is something wrong?”

“What….are you…doing in my…room?” Pavi grabbed his head. “Why is…everything spinning?”

Amber pulled off her mask. “Brother, look at me. What’s wrong?”

“So…re…lla?” His eyes darted around. “Where…am I?”

Panic filled her. Did her brother hit his head? Why hadn’t the doctors looked him over? She needed to get the doctors. “The hospital brother. Let me call someone.”

“Hospital?” Pavi looked around. “Why…am I…here?”

“Relax Pavi. Let me call someone.” She reached for the ‘call’ button.

“So…some…thing’s…wrong…” Pavi tried to stand.

“Don’t get up!”

Pavi swayed and toppled forward.

Amber grabbed her brother. “Pavi! What’s wrong, brother? Answer me.”

Pavi was still in her arms.

“Help!” Amber shook her brother. “I need help!”

Pavi was too still and too pale. What happened? Was her brother injured as well? Why wasn’t he in a hospital then? This couldn’t be happening.

“Brother. Brother please. You’re scaring me.” He was just exhausted that was all. He hadn’t been sleeping. That was it. He wasn’t hurt. He wasn’t- “Help!”

The doctors ran in. They took Pavi from her.

“What’s wrong with him?”

“Just stay here, Ms Sweet.”

“What’s wrong with him?”

The nurses pushed in a stretcher as another tried to get Pavi’s vitals.

“What’s wrong with him?”

“We’ll tell you as soon as we know anything.” And with that they left her room, leaving her alone.

Amber looked up as soon as a doctor walked in. “What’s wrong with Pavi?”

The doctor couldn’t look at her. He took a breath. “He’s bleeding internally. We believe his spleen had been ruptured. He’s being pushed to the operating theatre as we speak.”

Something caught in her throat. Her breathing became faster, desperate.

“You should keep the oxygen on Ms Sweet.” The doctor reached for the oxygen mask.

Amber pushed his hand away. “How did you miss that? How long had he been bleeding for? How did you miss that?”

“He refused to let us examine him, Ms Sweet.”

“That’s not an excuse!” Her hands shook. “Is he going to be ok?”

“He’s in surgery.”

“Is he ok!?” She remembered the confusion in her brother’s eyes. If it wasn’t his brain…if he was that confused…

“A ruptured spleen causes severe blood loss. We can’t say anything for certain until we stop the bleeding.”

Amber covered her mouth with both her hands. She could hear her panicked breathing. She tried to muffle the sounds but she was hyperventilating.

“Deep breaths, Ms Sweet. Your lungs are still full of carbon dioxide. Don’t make it worse.”

Amber couldn’t process what he was saying. Pavi was hurt. PAvi was hurt and he didn’t get help. He was busy sitting by her side. He was hurt. She felt something pull her hands away and a mask was forced back on her face. She couldn’t even fight him. Pavi was…Pavi was…

“We will update you as soon as there’s news.”

No. Don’t leave her alone with her thoughts. She’d just worry. She needed…she needed… She needed her brother. Did Luigi know what happened? She needed him here. She needed him to tell her Pavi will be fine. “Where’s Luigi?”

Once more, the doctor couldn’t look at her.

“Where’s Luigi? He was fine. He promised he was fine.” But he was lying. She knew he was lying.

“Ms Sweet…”

“No.”

“He’s alive. He’s just-”

“No.” The doctor wouldn’t be so careful with her if Luigi was alright. Her breaths were fast, panicked. This couldn’t be happening.

“Ms Sweet, you cannot put more stress on your lungs like this.”

Her brothers were hurt. No. More than hurt. They wouldn’t be so careful with her if they were sure her brothers would be fine.

“Ms Sweet.”

Her brothers were hurt. Her brothers-

She felt something run up her hand. She looked at the doctor injecting something into the line.

“I’m sorry, Ms Sweet. But you need to rest.”

No. She needed to know if her brothers were ok. She needed to know-

Her eyelids felt heavy.

She fought to keep them open. She needed to know if her brothers were ok.

She felt herself sink back into bed.

“No.” But her tongue was heavy. She couldn’t speak. She sank right down into darkness.

#whumptober2022 #no.4 #Dead on your feet #hidden injury #waking up disoriented #can't pass out #repo! the genetic opera #fic #pavi #amber sweet

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sublimecatgalaxy · 2 years

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I’ve arrived;)

hi bestie, i figured i’d come and throw in a request for you since i realized it’s been AWHILE since i requested something.

recently i’ve been a little bit too interested with billy hargrove fics pfft but i wanted to mix two things from the prompt list and wanted to see your take with it:)

and

thought it’d be cute haha

- duck<3

I love you and happy belated birthday!! This is good cuz I need to write someone who I can actually picture in my numb ass head.

"Billy what did you do?" Max asks, gasping as she steps into the doorway, looking between Billy and I as I hold the towel firmly to my nose. "Why is there blood?" The red head steps into the room with fierceness in her eyes as she glares at her older brother. My eyes flutter shut in frustration and Billy cringes a sorry smile, looking up at Max.

"We were just messin' around. My elbow recoiled and hit her in the face." He mutters bashfully, his cheeks dusting with a gentle pink, his eyes looking to me. I pull the towel away from my face with a groan and the siblings audibly gasp at the sight of my nose, forcing my eyes to roll.

"I'm fine, Max. Your brother can't handle someone tickling him apparently." I snort but it sends a shooting pain through my face, tears pricking my eyes at the stinging pain. Billy reaches over to shove me playfully but then immediately places his hands on my shoulders, stabilizing me, realizing he probably shouldn't rough me up anymore than he already has. "He hasn't even apologized." Max clears her throat at my words, reaching out to whack Billy on the side of the head before looking to me, urging him to apologize.

"I’m not sorry for what I did to you." He sighs, not meeting my eyes as I snicker under my breath, sending a wink to Max as she backs away. "Thanks for your help, brat!" Billy calls as Max steps out of the room, closing the door behind her. "I'm sorry." He mutters, reaching out to rest his hand on my upper thigh with a small laugh. "I completely deserve any punishment you can come up with." He has a glint of mischief in his eyes and my whole body warms but it's quickly cooled by the throbbing coming from my nose.

Suddenly a lightbulb flashes above me and I grin wickedly, forcing Billy's brows to raise in fearful confusion.

"No sex-"

"Nope, not that, anything but that-"

"You said any punishment. You probably bruised my nose, now enjoy the bruising sensation of blue balls babe." I reach out to pat his chest and he bats me away, pouting gently with a pathetic huff. "Nope, puppy dog eyes aren’t going to work this time. So take me to urgent care and buy me candy, alright?" He mutters a 'fine' under his breath before pressing a kiss to my forehead.

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#billy #billy x reader #billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #stranger things #stranger things fic

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nintendouniverse2023 · 11 months

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Scene I did my OCs in my AU, for their designs and anything, I thought it would be fair if each of the Mario Characters a redesign in my version. Some I design them will be the same but change it up a little bit.

Bio: Princess Daisy Sarasa was born in Sarasaland in one of the locations of Desert World. She was one of the many royalits with her parents and siblings who was next for the Sarasaland throne. Daisy and Toadstool Peach have meet scene their children. They were both the oppecet of Ying Yang. Peach represents, Order, Decorum, Stability and Peace. While she represents Chaos, Candor, Change and Fun.

While growing up, Daisy’s parents have seen her as she dosen’t want to me no damsel in distress. Daisy have been busy training herself in a bulky shape and other tomboy related stuff that proves her point to protect her kingdom. She even takes a tan due to the fact she lives in a desert on weekends. Once Daisy is ready, she was crowned the ruler of the Sarasaland the same time her parents and sister moved out somewhere else.

The first few years were fine as she was doing things well to serve the kingdom until she ended up getting captured by an evil alien invader named “Tatanga” and his army captured her. This leads to Princess Peach sent Mario to rescue her dear friend. After Mario rescued her and her kingdom, a party was held in his honor. During the party, she met Mario's brother, Luigi and found him cute. His shyness only endeared him more to her. It wasn't long until they became a couple just like Mario and Peach.

Scene then, Daisy have been in and out of Sarsaland to make new friends during Kart, Sports and Party events. Daisy kinda sometimes get kinda jealous the fact that she was top tire ether goes off severlie adventures or Captured by her frienemy rival Bowser. When Mara moved in to the Mushroom World, She along with Peach had a sister typed bound, spending fun times together, Mara telling Daisy information about the her brothers and Training her to become great hero.

She then goes out adventuring when the go kart charger events happened and later Sarasaland was attacked by Bowser's Rosalina powered minions, Daisy was very angry and wanted to teach Bowser a lesson by a knuckle sandwich to save Rosalina with Peach, The Marios, Amatory, Toad, Yoshi, DK and Diddy. After a long struggle, she might be a successful team member and might start her perfect relationship with Luigi.

Appearance: She has tanned skin, ripped work out body with a Daisy piercing along the left was a King Totomesu Tattoo. She had a Orange shining crown with a flower, Orange Daisy Ear Rings, Orange and Yellow EyeShadow, Freckles on her face, Little Banad on he noise, Gold Bracelet, Her Princess outfit was related to Sarasaland with Daisies and Desert Triangles, Orange Sandals prevailing her barefeet, Orange Finger and Toe nail colors.

Voice Actor: Kaley Cuoco

Age: 24

Height: 5.8 ft

Weight: 156 ibs

Personality: High Energy, Tomboy, Sassy, Cheerful, Loyal, Brave, Brash, Determined and Kind Hearted.

Favorite Foods: Hamburgers, Fried Chicken, Spicy Ramen and Oranges

Family: Parents and Young Sister (Ether Moved somewhere eles.)

Allies: Princess Peach, Princess Daisy, Mario, Luigi, Mara, Amatory, Gill Koopa, *Sometimes: Wario and Waluigi*, The Sarasaland Residents and Guards, Toadette, Toad aka Captian Toad, Kong Clan, Some of Warios Squad and Yoshi.

Enemies: Tataga (Deceased or Vanish after defeated by Mario), Bowser and the Koopa Empire, Bowser Jr, Kamek, Koopaling’s, King Boo and his Ghost Army, King Bob-mom, Petey Piranha Plant, King K Rool, Kremling army, Krusha and Klump

Likes: Spending time with her friends *Peach, Rosalina, Toadette, Mara Mario, Amatory and Captain Coraline*, Hanging Out with her Boyfriend Luigi, Taking a Tan, Working Out, Taking a Challenge, Adventure and Having Fun

Dislikes: Boring her out, Her Jealousy of Peach from the inside, Being ignored and forgotten

#nintendo #super mario bros #princessdaisy #super mario rebirth show

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windermeresimblr · 2 years

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Introducing...

His Royal Serene Highness, Grand Duke Sebastiano I (Vincenzo Sebastiano Diodato Piero Luigi Eugenio Filadelfo Giurgiulena).

Sebastiano has been reigning for almost forty years. He was responsible for shepherding the Grand Duchy out of the Great War, the Depression, and then the Second Great War; he survived the transition to a modern democracy (through the skin of his teeth and a very savvy campaign from the businessmen on Madisim Avenue about the tourist potentials of royalty); when he dies, it will be the end of an era.

Alternately the stern but loving paterfamilias, the savvy leader, the harmless mascot; he knows damn well how to play the game. It’s not hard to imagine he’s developed something of a complex from all of the playing, though. Everything is work, and work is everything--and when your family is the business, you never have a true day off. Or a retirement.

But his health is not what it used to be; the efforts he’s made to calm his temper are only partially due to his wife’s longstanding campaign for him to be just a bit nicer. He gets tired more and more easily, and there are days when the pain from his old war wound is so severe that he has to use his chair. (The press, at least, have the decency to avoid splashing that on the front page; he actually met the junior reporter, armed with rubber cement, who pastes chairs and lap blankets about his photographs to disguise it.)

While he doesn’t have to worry about any of his other children, his son Lorenzo has been a problem. Will he ever grow up? The monarchy is fragile--one more scandal, and they could pack them up just like the House of Simvoy. Something has to be done--before he gets another, worse, ulcer.

Traits: Brave | Easily Impressed | Hot-Headed | Neurotic | Workaholic

Lifetime Want: Become An Astronaut

Favorites: Cookies | Classical Music | Grey

Zodiac Sign: Gemini

Her Royal Serene Highness, Grand Duchess Maria Victoria (Maria Victoria Trinidad Macarena Anunciacion Perez de Lara y Sampedro).

Ma. Victoria has never been the “fun” one. Dour and religious even by traditional standards, she was seen as a good stabilizing force for Sebastiano’s youthful energy (despite being five years his junior). That, a family history of large broods, and an unofficial dowry of twenty thousand simoles on top of a mutual alliance pact, was all that was needed.

So, thirty-eight years (and six children in seven years) later, they remain. Their marriage has never been passionate, but over the years, a baseline of affection has emerged. Nothing that inspires inches in the tabloids about enduring royal love, but enough to throw off the casual onlooker.

It’s all about keeping appearances, after all. The six healthy children, all of whom looked like their father, all of whom were dressed in Monte Vistan designers from head to toe. Her carefully curated wardrobe, just expensive enough for a queen without being so obvious that the public begin worrying about funds. Hours of lessons with a vocal coach to eliminate her accent. Endless weddings and funerals and processions and other public relations events, the ducal crown carefully veiled by a mantilla of the finest Porto Estivo lace. Who to be seen speaking to, who to be seen giving the mildest possible cut direct to when the political winds blow. Aging gracefully from the blushing bride to the reserved society matron to the cool but caring grandmother.

The trouble with focusing on appearances...is that eventually you lose your ability to see anything else. But that’s not her problem, right?

Traits: No Sense of Humor | Perfectionist | Proper | Snob | Unflirty

Lifetime Want: CEO of a Mega-Corporation

Favorites: Autumn Salad | French | Spiceberry

Zodiac Sign: Virgo

Credits

#sims 3 royalty #sims 3 royal simblr #sim: Sebastiano Giurgiulena #sim: Ma Victoria Perez #sims 3 retro #sims 3 vintage

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unohanadaydreams · 4 years

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uh uh umu hewwo mars may i ask,,,,, for a kugo scenario pwease..... 🥺 ummm idm nsfw or whatever piques ur interest but something nice and sweet would be lovely 🥰🥰 thank u queen ily,,, 💕 if u want more info then just lmk!!

Of course, Kizo!! <3 Happy early b-day and here’s your big ol’ cake of soft wedding head canons to melt you with!! I guess I’ll stop teasing about seducing him now that he’s a married man lmaoooo.

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KUGO GINJO

Wedding Day:

He’s tense. He keeps alternating between lashing out at Xcution members and lapsing into bouts of silence, his back hunched and chin resting on steepled fingers. Honestly, it’s insufferable for everyone around him. The fear of this commitment ending badly, of you fleeing down the aisle, and the fear of hating domestic life—of hating the unfamiliarity of children and stability and homecooked meals--gnaw at him. Kugo finds himself wanting to call everything off, if only to assert some measure of control over the day and his feelings.

Yearning for reassurance, he’s insists on seeing you. Jackie and Riruka lay down a valiant effort, but his entire entourage of groomsmen throw the balance in Kugo’s favor. So he gets his way.

”Like always,” Riruka says. “Such a spoiled brat,” Jackie responds.

Kugo is aloof at first. Your steadfast verbal and then bodily insistence that he not be in the same room as you before the wedding, especially with your dress bag unzipped and visible from the open closet changes that. His shrug and crude excuse of ‘thought we could practice our wedding kiss’ only annoys you.

But then his smarmy little smirk drops and he gives a sigh that seems to soften his body. His shoulders fall and the ticking muscle of his jaw disappears as he falls forward into your arms, his face pressing into the column of your neck.

Kugo is rarely an open book. You know him better than anyone, but honestly that’s like saying you won a race when you were the only one running. You hug him back and he unwinds enough to say, “you really wanna marry me? Forever with me and all the jerks in Xcution?”

After your reassurances, he shutters his fears again, smiles genuinely, and kisses you deeply until you push him away. When he leaves, one hand slicking back his gelled hair and the other stuffed in his suit pocket, Jackie and Riruka barge into the room.

“Did he seriously do ALL THAT just to practice a fucking kiss,” Riruka shrieks. You open your mouth to say no. And then your eyes narrow. Because he did do that, after all. “I’m marrying a scumbag,” you say. Jackie snorts, “It took you the day of to realize?”

Compared to before, Kugo is a veritable delight to deal with after his visit with you. He drinks scotch and brags about his honey moon destination over games of darts. He’s still a sore winner and lousy sport. He still lapses into broody silence over his alcohol and cheats if someone gets the upper hand. But, for Kugo, it’s pretty much his best behavior.

The entire wait to see you walk down the aisle and for the duration of the vows, he’s back to tense muscles and dire thoughts. Seeing you glide toward him coaxes a genuine and soft smile. But he wipes it the moment he realizes what he’s doing; goes back to smirking. Kugo keeps tight hold of your hands the entire ceremony, though.

It’s only when you’ve said ‘I do’ and are swept in his arms for a unnecessarily long kiss that he relaxes again. He seems giddy at that point, honestly. It’s so uncharacteristic that it steals your breath as he gathers you in his arms and struts down the aisle with a smirk (okay, so not totally out of character).

The after party is absolute chaos, despite everyone trying to keep it classy affair. Held in a sturdy concrete and brick building downtown—a modern, high-end take on a saloon really—it starts calm. But, then the members of Xcution get in their egregious amount of shots in before most of the guests arrive. And..then the guests arrive. The Karakura gang and their families, your family, and some arrancar; because nothing says ‘fuck you’ like inviting the enemy of your enemy.

You don’t know the full scope of what occured, because Kugo insisted on leaving early to rest before the honeymoon flight in the morning, but you saw enough loud, blurry footage from snapchat and frantic texts from Orihime to know you’ll be sending apologies instead of thank you cards to your family. Some blue haired man destroyed two tables trying to get to Kurosaki.

Riruka shrunk some of your family members attempting to contain them. Jackie got her arm sliced when she stumbled into Uryu’s arrow that was headed toward Grimmjow before he got shrunk by Riruka and Yukio forced Uryu and Chad to be Mario and Luigi in his game sphere until Uryu apologized and they both said ‘it’s a me mario’ and ‘Luiiiiigiii’ respectively. Kugo turned off your phone and insisted it stay that way until your honey moon’s over in the middle of all the notification assaulting your sanity in hopes that you’d stop freaking out. It helped, honestly. You have your zen until you land back home. Cherish it.

Honey Moon:

He picked somewhere tropical. The idea of massaging sun screen into your skin? The image of you walking everywhere in booty shorts? The temptation of jumping you on a private beach in the evening or a quiet boardwalk in the morning? He simply had to. There was also a sizable discount on the destination he picked.

Sure, he’s always got an air of nonchalance that only a devil may care flavor of man can have, but on your honey moon, he’s tender…for him. The first day and night are completely spent in bed. And his fingers smooth over your ring constantly—while you’re making love, when you’re eating over priced room service fare in bed, and the still moments before he falls asleep. Kugo kisses your ring too.

When you get the idea to joke, ‘kiss the ring, bitch’, you knew he would pout, but you weren’t quite prepared for being laid out on the bed and tortured with the skilled fingers of his left hand. The solid wedding band rubbing against your spongey gspot stroking you to completion as he smirked, “no YOU kiss it.”

The remainder of the week is spent doing activities and eating meals that seem spontaneous but have been meticulously planned out. If there’s something you’re hesitant to do, he extra invested in easing your nerves since he’s already paid for it.

”I don’t WANT to swim with sharks!” “Come oooon. The only thing in the water that’s gonna bite you is me.”

Your closet at the hotel is stuffed with strappy dresses, cute swimsuits, and tacky shirts that proclaim you’re married you’ve never seen before. Kugo refuses to answer for the shirts and insists that his just never made it in his luggage and isn’t that a shame. He gets a huge amount of satisfaction of telling people you’re his wife. He could carry a neon sign pointing to you that says ‘THIS IS MY WIFE’ and it might be more subtle. He won’t stop even if you point it out.

“What? You’re my wife.” “Oh my—fine. It’s whatever.” “Hey! Hold the fucking elevator for me and my wife.” “I’M—”

Obviously, he’s out to show you off. You both make for a pretty fucking package and he’s well aware of that. If he wasn’t so concerned about how he came off to other people he’d be yelling “LOOK AT MY BEAUTIFUL WIFE”. But he has a sense of shame. And would never just SAY something so vulnerable, especially in front of strangers. But he’s thinking it.

His proclivity for making out in public is also tremendous. When he points out how many people have their eyes on you it’s with a self-satisfied air and a smirk made of fucking daggers. Most of your outings and meals end with Kugo getting you worked up and leading you somewhere to finish you off.

Kugo seldom says he loves you in those exact words. But he seems to sneak it in almost every day while vacationing. He tries to make it seem witty or off-handed. But the fact he says it at all makes the attempts to lessen the seriousness of it rather moot.

#Kugo Ginjo #kugo ginjo x reader #bleach #imagines #bleach imaagines #bleach headcanons #bleach scenarios #i hope these are what you wanted kizo!!!#love you and your rat bastard!!

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LLoG Chapter (?) Fool Me Once, Fool Me Thrice (Snippet)

Yeah I know technically they’ve only been tricked twice but it’s the third time they’ve been through ghostly shenanigans so let me have this

Can I offer you a snippet in this trying time?

Ever since Luigi’s Mansion 3 came out, I’ve been thinking about the masked ghosts in the lobby and just how bad their disguises were (I friggin’ loved it). I also kept thinking about how things might have gone if Luigi and friends had seen through their ruse right off the bat. I was just gonna let the thought be, but then I saw this clip of Luigi very clearly giving the hotel staff incredulous looks and was like “Shit, now I have to write it”.

So here we are! A sneak peak at my attempt to adapt the events of LM3 so they fit more soundly into the LLoG AU. This is very early in Luigi’s “liaison” career, before he and King Boo have shifted into their odd little frenemy relationship. He doesn’t quite have the confidence that we see later in the series, and still sometimes gets startled/alarmed by ghosts/spirits.

Oh! Also, this is a very rough draft, so if it feels choppy and/or if there are errors (grammatical, factual, and otherwise), that’s because I haven’t gone back and given it the ol’ spit and polish. All my writing starts this way. ^^’

For context, Luigi has just entered the lobby, and in his distracted awe, accidentally bumps into one of the hotel staff.

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Luigi’s suitcase flies from his hand as he and the other unfortunate party crash to the floor with flailing limbs and undignified yelps of surprise. The plumber, quite used to clumsy mishaps, is the first to recover. He straightens his hat that had been knocked askew and pushes himself up, immediately spying a hotel staff member—the bellhop, to be specific—clutching at their face and blindly patting the floor in search of their own headwear. The odd behavior goes unnoticed, Luigi being far too mortified by the incident to even register it.

“Oh Stars, I’m so sorry!” Luigi cries, rushing to kneel at the man’s side. “Are you alright?”

“I-it’s okay! I’m fine, I’m fine!” the bellhop replies, still frantically patting at the ground. “I should have gotten out of your way.”

Luigi frowns at the response, perturbed by how the man could simultaneously sound both meek and jovial.

“No, I should have watched where I was going,” he refutes gently. Luigi carefully retrieves the bellman’s cap from the floor and presses it into the man’s searching hand. “Here you go.”

“Ah! Thank you, sir!” The staff member shakily dons the wayward piece of his uniform, back turned to the plumber as they gathered themselves. Luigi glances up to see Peach making her way toward them, face drawn with concern. He gently waves her off, silently assuring the princess that they were alright.

“Here, let me help you up,” Luigi offers, extending a hand to the recovering employee. The man turns and reaches up to accept his offer.

“Oh! Why, thank you!”

Luigi only just keeps himself from recoiling. The bellhop’s face...it isn't a face at all. It’s a mask, and a rather eerie one at that. Bulging, unseeing eyes stare back at him—well, sort of. The pupils are just a tad off, and so small they’re practically pinpricks. A manic grin takes up most of the mask’s lower half, every white, too-perfect tooth in full view—so much so it almost looks like a threat display. To top it all off, the mask is pale blue in color, reminding Luigi of a frozen corpse—a rather fitting description for the static expression pulled straight from the uncanny valley.

“No problem,” Luigi answers, struggling to keep composure. He takes the man’s gloved hand (it's cold as ice) and gently hauls them up (they're unnaturally light for their size) to their feet (they don’t have feet. Or legs, for that matter).

Luigi steps back as the bellman begins brushing off their uniform. He has to make a conscious effort not to let his eyes trail down the man’s coat to the marginal gap between it and the floor. The outerwear is far too long for the style, making the man look like a child in ill-fitting clothes, or more morbidly, someone that got chopped in half at the waist. Their attempt to hide their lack of legs drew more attention than it diverted, in Luigi’s opinion. It was so obvious it almost hurt.

Luigi was talking to a ghost.

“Heh, well, that didn’t quite go according to plan,” the ghost laughs nervously. “I came over here to help you, but you ended up helping me.”

A lot goes through the plumber's mind at that moment. How terrible the ghost’s disguise is. How, despite this, Luigi can’t help but be a little impressed that the ghost didn’t instinctively float upward after their collision, and thus, blow their “cover”. How Luigi can’t seem to escape the paranormal for one Star’s forsaken weekend. How, yet again, he finds himself getting tangled in some specter’s scheme.

But none of these thoughts deign to vocalize themselves, and really, it’s for the best. Luigi has to play this smart. Without the Poltergust, they’re doomed if the ghosts realize the jig is up. If he wants to get everyone out of here safely, he’ll need to feign ignorance—at least until he has a plan.

“Help...me?” Luigi says distantly, still somewhat lost in his thoughts.

“Yes! With your luggage.” The ghost gestures to Luigi’s suitcase, lying forgotten on the pristine floor. “Allow me to ease your burden and place it with the others.”

Luigi quirks a brow at his single piece of luggage. Burden? There was hardly anything in it.

“Oh. Thank you, but that’s not really necessary. I can—”

“Please, I insist!” The bellhop interjects, already drifting (quite literally) toward the aforementioned bag. “You’re on vacation, sir! You should be relaxing. Let me take care of the heavy lifting.”

Luigi starts to object, but then thinks better of it. Best not to create a fuss and draw unnecessary attention.

“Okay, if you insist. Thank you, mister...?”

“Oh! Um, I’m Steward! And it’s no problem, sir.”

The bellman’s name...is Steward.

You have got to be kidding.

Luigi quietly watches the bellman as they (rather awkwardly) carry his suitcase over to the precarious tower of luggage the Toads are desperately trying to stabilize. The plumber sighs, studying the lobby with a carefully concealed wariness.

Now what?

Luigi pauses when his eyes land on one of the other nearby staff members. They, too, are clearly wearing a mask, though it’s not nearly as off-putting as the bellhop’s. The static expression is rather lax—eyes partially lidded and mouth resting in a neutral line, neither a frown nor a grin. A thin, curled mustache is painted neatly above the upper lip, and the equally clean eyebrows are raised in a somewhat haughty manner.

When the costumed spirit turns their head to regard Luigi, the pupils of their mask wobble erratically like googly eyes before settling back into a more natural position (as natural as they can be, anyway). The plumber gently waves to them in a greeting, offering what he hopes is a convincing smile. The staff member acknowledges him with a nod. Their neatly combed wig slides askew at the movement, but they deftly readjust it without so much as a shift in their stance. Luigi quickly shuffles past them in an attempt to hide his grimace.

Good Grambi, he needed something to drink.

Fortunately for Luigi, there appears to be a pitcher of tea at the table Mario is still happily sampling treats from. It’s not what he had in mind, but if it occupies his hands and quenches his thirst, he’ll take it. The plumber approaches the table as nonchalantly as he can, grabbing the rather large kettle and pouring himself a steaming cup of tea. His hands shake minutely as he does so, and Luigi tries to convince himself it’s from the strain of hefting the heavy pitcher.

“Hey bro!”

Luigi nearly spills his drink at Mario’s sudden greeting. He turns, shooting his brother a strained smile.

“H-hey bro,” he says back.

Mario grins—oblivious to Luigi’s inner turmoil—as he snatches up a croissant. He takes a hearty bite and looks back to his brother, humming happily as he savors the taste.

“Isn’ thith plathe great?” Mario asks around a mouthful of pastry.

Luigi grimaces, both at the question and at his brother’s poor table manners.

“Yeah...great...”

Mario nods, taking another bite of the flaky treat. When he speaks again, Luigi is distantly grateful he remembers to swallow his food this time.

“Good food, good atmosphere, good friends...this vacation is just what I needed. What we all needed, right bro?”

Oh Stars, this is so unfair.

“Right,” he answers honestly. A nice vacation is what they needed, but clearly the universe thought that was too tall an order.

How is he going to break the news to Mario? And how does he keep his brother from reacting badly?

Luigi looks down at his cup, absently swirling the hot liquid inside. He subtly checks his peripheral for any nearby staff. Thankfully, they’re all a good distance away, so as long as the brothers keep their voices down, there shouldn’t be a risk of being overheard. It’s possible one of the ghosts knows how to read lips, but if they keep their expressions in check, they shouldn’t draw the attention needed to do so. If that doesn’t work...well, Luigi can only hope the masks are as hard to see out of as they are to look at.

The green-clad plumber watches his brother select a soft pretzel from one of the platters, seeing an opportunity as Mario begins to chow down on the salty treat. His brother can’t yell and make a scene if his mouth is full, right? It’s not ideal, but Luigi is too stressed to think of anything better. He gently sips from his tea, and when his brother takes another bite from the pretzel, he speaks as casually as he can around the rim of the cup.

“The hotel is a trap.”

Mario promptly chokes.

Luigi nearly drops his cup at his brother’s rather violent reaction. He blindly thrusts his drink onto the table and ducks around Mario’s distressed flailing to deliver several hard slaps to his brother’s back. Just when Luigi thinks he’s going to have to try a first aid maneuver, the food swiftly dislodges itself from Mario’s airway, leaving the red-clad plumber to hack and cough wetly as he recovers from the harrowing ordeal. Luigi looks up to find all eyes are on them.

Well, that was stupid. So much for not drawing attention.

A couple staff members move uncertainly toward them, as does Peach, but Luigi quickly waves them off.

“He’s fine!” he calls, voice slightly strained with panic. “Just got a little too...overzealous, is all!”

The disguised spirits exchange what might be—sans masks—hesitant looks, but none-the-less return to their stations. For one, terrifying moment, it appears that the princess is going to come over anyway, but another wave of assurance manages to placate her. Luigi knows he’ll need to tell Peach what is happening eventually, but he doesn’t think telling both her and his brother at the same time would be very wise. Keeping one person calm is hard enough.

“Sorry, Mario,” Luigi whispers. “That, uh...was poorly thought out on my part.”

“Ya think?” Mario wheezes, straightening from his hunched over position. “Making a bad joke like that while I’m eating—not cool, Luigi.”

Luigi frowns, but quickly replaces it with a fake smile. He feigns a hearty laugh and throws an arm around Mario’s shoulders, much to the latter’s confusion.

“I’m not joking, bro,” he says through gritted teeth, false grin still in place. “The hotel staff are all spirits wearing disguises. Really, really bad disguises.”

Mario gives his brother a bewildered look.

“If you’re not joking, then why are you smiling like that?”

“Because if they’re watching us, I don’t want them thinking we’re on to them.” Luigi grinds out. He reaches into his pocket with his free hand and retrieves his cell phone. He lifts it up, screen facing the brothers, and turns on the forward-facing camera. “Say: Play Stupid!”

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And there you have it! Join us next time to see Luigi and friends smiling and taking pictures like good tourists as they scream internally about their terrible predicament. Laugh and cry as the nefarious hotel staff silently beg the mortals to Blease hurry up and check-in these costumes are itchy

#Luigi's Mansion 3 #Luigi's Mansion 3 spoilers #LM3 spoilers #Luigi #Steward #Mario #Peach #I couldn't stop thinking about this #my dingus brain refused to let me work on anything else #the asshole #it's almost done though #then I can finally finish the chapter 5 arc #ffs #snippet #suit speaks

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https://medium.com/@CleverTitleTK/their-own-two-feet-8ddd1dbb1602

You have to read this article on the immigrant roots of Ken Cuccinelli and yes his public charge grandparents when they arrived in this country with no education or money. Jennifer has done a great job of documenting(See Website For Documents) his family's immigrant history. His hypocrisy is rich. PLEASE READ 📖 AND SHARE. TY 🤔

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Their Own Two Feet

Jennifer Mendelssohn | Published August 30, 2019 | Medium | Posted August 30, 2019 6:15 PM ET

As the new public face of the Trump administration’s draconian immigration policies, acting USCIS Director Ken Cuccinelli has wasted no time stirring up collective ire. Most notably, he set off a firestorm of criticism by rewriting the iconic Emma Lazarus poem that has long functioned as a kind of unofficial American immigration mantra. “Give me your tired and your poor who can stand on their own two feet and who will not become a public charge,” he proudly told NPR’s Rachel Martin, who somehow resisted the urge to burst out laughing and/or slap him upside the head. (You can read several historians’ takes on the public charge rule here, but suffice it to say that the concept, which was meant to weed out only the very, very least desirable of immigrants, has never been enforced as rigorously as Cuccinelli is suggesting.)

Cuccinelli later elaborated thatLazarus’ poem was “referring back to people coming from Europe where they had class-based societies, where people were considered wretched if they weren’t in the right class.” Wink wink, nudge, nudge, we hear you! And if you had the word “Europe” in Bigotry Bingo, drink!

For the past two years, I’ve run a project called #resistancegenealogy, which looks at the family histories of public figures in order to show just how similar so many of our stories really are. Cuccinelli’s very public numbskullery definitely set a new record: never before I have I received so many texts, tweets, emails and Facebook messages from people so eager to learn about someone’s family tree. (Side note: Never before have I seen so many people who’ve never done genealogy try to do it themselves and get it so very very wrong. You realize more than one person in a town can have the same name, right? And that not all records are online? And that other people’s public family trees are very often…wrong? Here, read this.)

And never before has a family history — or at least the Italian half of that history that I’ll address here — been so utterly unsurprising. I mean, where did you all think the story of the Cuccinelli family of Hoboken, New Jersey was going to go, really? C’mon now.

And so, here I am, just a girl with some documents, standing in front of her country, asking it not to betray its immigrant past. Asking it to remember that welcoming the “wretched refuse of your teeming shore,” even when that “refuse” comes with little more than grit, determination and a desire to do better for their children, is a bedrock American value, a value that allowed many of you reading these words right now to be here. It’s a value that allowed Ken Cuccinelli — descended from Southern Italians of modest means and little education who would likely never pass muster under the proposed changes — to be here. I mean, hellooooo? Were you listening at allduring the 4th grade unit on immigration?

Cuccinelli called a New York Daily Newsarticle about his family history (albeit one that identifies the wrong ship’s manifest as his great-grandfather’s) “intellectually dishonest.” Any comparison to past immigrants, he maintained, was invalid because “the welfare state didn’t exist back then.”

Nativists love to fall back on this argument, but they also still love to contrast the behavior of current immigrants with what they believe to be their own ancestors’ spotless — and “legal!” — immigration and assimilation histories, despite the fact that comparisons to “legal” immigration at a time when there were almost no immigration laws for Europeans to break are inherently problematic. And despite the fact that the historical record is often at odds with their starry-eyed, mythologized understanding of their ancestors’ pasts.

“My great-grandfather knew upon arriving in the United States that he had to learn English and that he had to work hard to succeed in this country,” Cuccinelli told the Daily News.

“My family worked together to ensure that they could provide for their own needs, and they never expected the government to do it for them,” he said at a press briefing.

I’m so very very tired of telling you this very same story over and over again, but since so many of you asked — some less politely than others, btw, can we please work on that moving forward? — let’s go to the videotape and look at the Cuccinelli family story, shall we?

THE CUCCINELLIS

Ken Cuccinelli’s paternal grandfather, Dominick Luigi Cuccinelli, was born in Hoboken, New Jersey to — are you sitting down? — Italian immigrant parents who’d only been in the country for about ten years. Ken’s great-grandfather was Domenico Cuccinelli (né Cucciniello) born on the 6th of December, 1874 in Avellino, Italy. His 1897 marriage certificate identifies him and his wife, Fortuna Preziosi, as farmers.

In March of 1901, Domenico became part of the massive wave of Italians who lit out for greater opportunity and stability in America, sailing on the SS Patria from Naples. Identified as a “laborer,” he arrived at Ellis Island with $8.75, equivalent to about $260 today. His contact in the U.S.? An unnamed cousin already living on Adams Street in Hoboken.

Ancestry indexed this record under “Camiello.” Which may be why you couldn’t find it.

Domenico’s wife Fortuna would follow her husband to America the following year on the Algeria, arriving at Ellis Island with their two small children and $20.

It’s important to remember that for all our talk of welcoming the huddled masses with open arms, American immigration history also has a pronounced strain of ugly nativism, a rather ironic twist for a nation founded on stolen land. (And we’re talking here only about immigrants by choice.) Which means that Ken Cuccinelli’s immigrant family was subjected to the very same brand of bigoted suspicion that he is now trying to inflict on others. The Ken Cuccinellis of the early twentieth century — though they didn’t typically have last names like Cuccinelli — were just as insistent that people like the Cuccinellis didn’t have the right to become Americans. That they wouldn’t fit in. That they had nothing to offer and would only be a drain on “our” resources.

“[Italians] are coming in waves and think they have a right to come….There has been a surfeit of unskilled illiterates for years and the people do not want any more of them,” opined the Jersey (City) Journal on November 29, 1902, just a few months after Ken’s great-grandmother arrived there.

So what became of the Cuccinellis? Well, the first we see of the family in American records is in the 1905 New Jersey state census. Father Domenico is employed as a laborer, supporting a family of six. And though they’ve been in the U.S. for three and four years at this point, neither parent reported being able to speak English.

But as is so often the case, the Cuccinelli family moved up in the world. By the 1915 census, both Domenico and Fortuna are listed as literate and English speaking, despite his having never had a formal education and her having only completed eighth grade. In 1919, Domenico, still working as a laborer and now living in nearby Jersey City, declared his intention to become an American citizen, a process he completed three years later.

You’ll notice the family’s 1922 address: 401 Monroe Street in Hoboken, where they are also listed in the 1925 city directory. Just a few houses down on Monroe (the entire neighborhood has streets grandly named after American presidents, incidentally) was another family headed by Italian immigrants — a boilermaker and a midwife. They had a son named Frank just a few years younger than Ken’s grandfather Dominick. Perhaps you’ll recognize the last name and wonder what would have been lost had his immigrant parents been barred.

By 1930, Domenico Cuccinelli owned a home on Madison Street. And by 1940, he and his wife were comfortably retired, living in a house worth $5000, the very picture of the American dream.

THE POLICASTROS

Ken’s grandmother Josephine Policastro Cuccinelli was also the Jersey-born daughter of Italian immigrants: Gaetano Policastro and Maria Ronga (also spelled Rongo) from Monte San Giacomo in Salerno.

A teenaged Maria Ronga (her birth certificate indicates she was 17) arrived at Ellis Island in November of 1903 with her widowed 48-year-old mother, Giuseppa Romano, who has no listed occupation, and three younger siblings. Giuseppa’s husband Giuseppe Ronga, a tailor, had died in 1901 at the age of 44, which may have played a role in their decision to move. With all of $5 between the five of them, they were detained at Ellis Island — as indicated by the “S.I.” for “Special Inquiry” stamped by their names in the margin of the manifest. The “Record of Aliens Held For Special Inquiry” list indicates the reason they were held, abbreviated as “L.P.C.;” it stands for “Likely Public Charge.” So yes, the great-grandmother of the man now beating the drums to tighten the public charge rule was…labeled a likely public charge herself.

After a day’s detainment and a hearing — at which Maria’s older brother Vincenzo, who paid for their passage, would have likely been called to testify that he could support his mother and siblings — the family was allowed to enter the United States, as were more than 98% of those who came through Ellis Island.

But make no mistake: there were many who would have happily sent the Rongas packing. Witness this Judgemagazine cartoon from the very year they arrived, which depicts southern European immigrants as filthy rats, bringing crime and anarchy into the country. (Nice Mafia hats, right?) Doesn’t this sound… familiar?

The new arrivals moved in with Maria’s older brother Vincenzo, now going by the name James, in Hoboken. Ken’s great-grandmother Maria found work as a candy maker, as shown in the 1905 census.

Two and a half years after her arrival, though she is somehow still only 17, Maria “Ronca” (age and spelling are slippery concepts, genealogically speaking) married Gaetano “Thomas” Policastro, a recently widowed father of two with an eighth grade education. Gaetano was also born in Monte San Giacomo and appears to have immigrated as a child in the 1880s.

In 1908, Thomas and Maria had the first of their eight children together, Ken’s grandmother Josephine. The 1910 census shows them living with Maria’s family, including her mother Josephine Romano Ronga. Thomas is working as a salesman at a market. Both the 1910 and 1920 census indicated that Ken’s great-great-grandmother Josephine never learned English, even after being in the country for 17 years. And…so what? Immigrants often took their sweet time learning to speak English, if at all. Their children learned to speak English at school so that one day their great-great-grandsons could become the attorney general of Virginia and maybe one day feel the need to cover up the naked statute in the state symbol. Problem solved.

Though the 1930 census shows the Policastros owning a home worth $12,000, as the nation tumbled deeper into the grips of the Great Depression, like so many Americans, they appear to have fallen on hard times. A series of legal notices in the Jersey Journal(available on GenealogyBank) gesture to the outlines of the story: A lawsuit over non-payment on a $8150 bank note. A foreclosure on the Policastro home on Paterson Plank Road. A bankruptcy hearing. A District Court judgment against Thomas for $450, filed by James Ronga. Would the Policastros have met their own great-grandson’s requirement that immigrants always “carry their own weight?” (According to the Annual report of the Attorney General of the United States, about 1300 of New Jersey’s approximately four million residents voluntarily filed for personal bankruptcy in the fiscal year ended 1931.)

But by 1940, now nearing 60, Thomas Policastro had rebounded. The census shows him renting a home in nearby North Bergen. He is listed as the proprietor of a scrap metal business, and earning $1300 a year, right around the national average. Two of his American-born sons served during World War II. The Policastros proved that they deserved the chance they were given — the chance to have ups and downs and everything in between, the chance to pave the way for future generations to soar.

But one last point. Like the Cuccinellis, the Policastros also had neighbors of note, though they may not have been as well-known as the Sinatras. In 1920, the Policastros lived just a mile away from another Jersey City family headed by a Jewish immigrant who never completed high school and worked for decades at an overalls factory in nearby Paterson. This family was from the former Austro-Hungarian province of Galicia, and had arrived in 1896. Much like the Policastros, this family also eventually found themselves in the pages of the local newspaper. In 1940, the patriarch was arrested with his son-in-law and two other men on charges of stealing from that very same overalls factory; the charges were later dropped and the sentence suspended after they made restitution. But all of that Jewish immigrant’s grandsons would go on to college and upstanding careers. Two served in the military. One became a lawyer. One had a master’s degree. And in the fall of 1986, one of that immigrant’s great-granddaughters left Long Island to enroll at the University of Virginia, a venerable institution founded by an American president. Here she is in the First Year Faces Book, resplendent in a Benetton vest and pearls.

And one of her classmates at that venerable institution? Well, she knew him by his nickname: “Cooch.”

So yes, the scions of two Jersey City families headed by those uneducated and sometimes troubled immigrants seemed to have done alright for themselves. It’s a quintessentially American story, one I see day in and day out doing genealogical research: immigrant narratives are messy and imperfect and complicated but almost universally, they ultimately end with those families in a much better place than they would have been otherwise. That same great-grandfather’s sister, for instance, stayed behind in their ancestral town of Sniatyn and is presumed murdered during the Holocaust. So was my maternal grandfather’s brother, despite his writing a desperate letter to President “Rosiwelt” begging for refuge for his family in America.

How many future Ken Cuccinellis are the Trump administration’s increasingly restrictive immigration policies going to keep out? Who or what are those policies protecting, other than unfounded racist fears that follow in the very worst of American traditions?

Just about twenty years after Ken Cuccinelli’s family arrived from Italy and began their ascent up the ladder of the American dream, the ladder that lifted him to the grounds of Mr. Jefferson’s University and to law school at George Mason, to elected office in the state of Virginia and to a nomination to head a federal agency, Congress enacted the infamous Johnson-Reed Act, which set up quotas specifically designed to keep out people just like them. The number of Italians arriving in America dropped from 200,000 a year in the first decade of the twentieth century to under 4,000.

As Cuccinelli’s own career makes clear, the critics were dead wrong about the potential contributions of humble immigrants like his ancestors. And so is he.

CREDITS: I’m grateful to Megan Smolenyak, Michael Cassara, Rich Venezia and Tammy Hepps, who provided research, translation and editorial assistance.

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