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snakeredbirdbatkatana · 1 month

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There's something about Tim that has always slightly unnerved Bruce.

That's not to say he doesn't truly love him, the little Robin who dragged him kicking and screaming from the edge, who reminds him everyday he has to be better.

Yet something in his eyes always makes him hesitate.

Watching him solve cases connect dots that even Bruce at his most able couldn't hope to understand.

Watching him fight it's calculated every move planned but executed with a grace that would make ballerinas jealous.

He couldn't identify it the greatest detective stumped by his own son until one day when he walked down to the cave.

His eldest sparing with Tim it was beautiful moves that he could never replicate they worked as if they were one. Escrima quickly blocked by a bow staff, every single move perfectly executed.

It felt like for once he could see clearly the thing that had made him so uncomfortable brought forth a fear that was so instinctual.

It was Dick.

The same moves, the quiet grace the deadly motions, even the anger.

A perfect copy a clone couldn't even hope to achieve.

He stays so still almost frozen afraid to catch the predators attention.

As Tim ends it heading to the showers his eyes drift meeting Dick's.

A smile that before he would call kind he can't help but see almost a sadistic undertone like a animal playing with it's food.

He breaks first, hair standing on end as he heads back up into the manor.

He should do something, but he can't whatever monsters that are his sons he decides to turn a blind eye.

To let the tigers play he knows he is beaten that if he were to try anything his blood would stain his eldest's chin.

But a darker deeper part of Bruce recognizes the same look he ignores in the mirror.

The look that both Jason and Damian try so hard to replicate.

He has never consciously favored his children but as he erases contingencies and allows full access to a network he had never shared with anyone before he can't help but feel a tide changing.

Sitting the next morning at the table secrets smiles shared between him and his sons. Jealously crossing theirs brothers eyes he wants to cackle, scream but it's time he returns the loyalty that they have bled.

After all what's some secrets between Kings and crowned princes.

#tim drake #bruce wayne #dick grayson #batfamily #to put it simply both Bruce Dick and Tim are not good people they're angry vindictive they are tigers laying in wait for their prey #Jason and Damian are not a part of the secret circle they never will be. There's a difference between good little boys and princes #Jason and Damian wish they were nearly as horrible as their siblings #Good dad Bruce in this case at least #Who doesn't love some good brotherly bonding between Dick Grayson and Timothy Drake let the boys take over the world and let their dad help #dark batfamily #jason todd #damian wayne #batfam #don't worry Damien and Jason are safe at least for now #bamf tim drake #bamf dick grayson

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luigi1o27632 · 6 days

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EVERYONE

I need you to post your headcanons for The Mario bros.

I NEED THEM

@jell-o101 @pianokantzart @silenzahra @itsavee4117 @jellyfishinc

#I’m craving them right now #Need some ASAP #brotherly love #luigi #mario and luigi #luigi my beloved

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lazywriter-artist · 2 months

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Brother!!! The codex astartes doesn’t support cuddling chaos spawn!!! 😡

Sketchy bonus:

Extra cuddles :3!!

#brotherly love 🥺🥺 green bean (the salamander) just wants everyone to be friends #would you guys read a comic about some mini space marines 👀?#🥰🥰🥰#lil chaos spawn #mini marines 40k #wh40k #wh40k art #wh40k oc #lazy art #warhammer 40k #space marines #chaos marines #salamanders 40k #ultramarines #khorne berserker

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spacedace · 4 months

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Fuck whatever DC is doing with the al Ghul's characterizations and story lines, I've decided that from now on the al Ghul's are gonna be DC's version of the Addams Family instead.

Now I don't mean just give the various al Ghul's the exact personalities of the various Addams and call it a day. That's boring, that erases all the interesting parts of the al Ghuls, that's just using "find & replace" and not actually adding anything. I mean give them the vibes of the Addams Family.

Keep the al Ghul's as the al Ghul's with all their scheming and machinations and world domination attempts but give them all the unhinged energy, the casually insane view of the world, the deranged levels of love and devotion for family. Make them that group where objectively they are batshit insane but also you cannot argue with the fact that they are indisputably the most stable and functional family in the entire universe.

They're creepy, they're kooky, they're mysterious and spooky. Ra's many opulent homes and impenetrable fortresses are a museum and the al Ghul's really are a screa-um whenever people come to see-um (or when they lay waste upon their enemies in a surprise attack that has been planned for months and is just the first domino in a series that will ultimately lead to achieving a far greater goal).

They all love each other and want each other to be happy, they express this primarily with stabbing and murder attempts (its fine, death is a thing that happens to other people).

And forget the League of Assassins being a cult. Just make the whole vast globe spanning organization a collection of cousins/aunts/uncles/dear old friends ect. No one (not even the al Ghuls, if they cared to keep track of such things) is sure who is actually related to them and who just got absorbed into the ever expanding family tree based on their vibes being right.

(Is Sensei Ra's father you ask? Well he's certainly someone's father - probably.

Anyway have you heard about Cousin Cheshire? Despicable poisoner of a young woman, capable of the most horrific things imaginable - yes she is the sweetest dear. Like I was saying though, she just had a baby!

Everyone in the family is just so excited to throw a baby shower to celebrate! Ubu has really gone all out with the spike traps, he does so love getting to welcome a new addition to the family.

Talia of course has cultivated a brand new strain of the most toxic plants imaginable to make a brand new kind of necrotizing poison. You know, as a nice little romantic gift for Cousin Cheshire and that young man of hers. It really is so important to make sure you take time for you and your partner to go on dates and have a few pitched battles to the death on dark rooftops in the pounding rain when you have children.

Now there is some to-do about it all of course, you know how family get together can be. Everyone is arguing over who should get to give little Lian her first weapon and what it should be. Nyssa is pushing for grenades but Ra's is insisting on a sword - he's traditional like that you know - but Dusan has the vote so far on throwing knives. You know the kind that have the little divots along the edges of the blades them to make it easier to get the poison you dip them in to stick.)

I'm just saying that the al Ghuls should be a delightful cross between the Bond Villains they were originally conceived as and the lovingly unhinged Addams Family. It just feels correct in my heart.

(Again keep the interesting aspects of the characters and the nuances of who each of them are like their drive to save the world through destroying humanity and their strong environmentalist leanings and their constantly playing 5D chess and everything, but like, take away the racism and the cartoonishly evil for no reason bullshit and give them some fun feral energy to go along with it).

#batman #ra's al ghul #al ghul family #talia al ghul #nyssa raatko #cheshire dc #sensei dc #no more racism and fucked up dark family dynamics #the al ghuls aggressively adore each other #violence and schemes is their love language #in the full au version of all of this i'd like to imagine how canon plot points change with the al ghuls having these vibes #Just imagine Damian still trying to kill Tim when he first ends up in Bruce's care #but instead of it being a ploy to get rid of a threat its because he's just so excited to meet one of his big brothers #and attempted murder is just how you tell someone in your family that you love them #Tim just SO CONFUSED because Damian is talking so animatedly about how happy he is to get to have some brotherly bonding with Tim #while ACTIVELY trying to run him through with a sword #idk how things change with Cass exactly but i feel like they would in this #like either David Cain isn't an absolute monster or the al ghuls catch wind of what he's doing & are like #This is NOT how al ghuls treat family! what is this shameful behavior! She can't even insult you while you fight!#fighting and violence is a perfectly healthy way to express your love but only if there's actually LOVE involved!#The Heretic & other Damian clones still get made but only because Talia just misses her son so much that she makes more of him #Nyssa has just been bopping around the world for a few centuries & pops up every now and then to have a death match with her baby sister #i just have a lot of strong feelings about the al ghuls deserving better and combined that with the vibes of my favorite unhinged family #Dick still hates Talia but Talia takes all his insults as her darling step son telling her how much he loves her #which only drives Dick even crazier #Tim rocks up to the League of Assassins during his whole trying to prove Bruce is alive thing already seen as an al ghul #Oh yeah that's Cousin Timothy he's one of Talia's kids - never met a truer al ghul in your life #You see how he blew up all those bases? Ra's cried he was so proud #Ra's spoils his grandkids absolutely rotten which is giving Bruce SO MANY gray hairs

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hero-deserves-to-be-happy · 6 months

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Thinking about how Hero and Kel are both very selfless people but in different ways that really boil down to the fact that Kel is willing to set boundaries that Hero isn't. While they would both do just about anything for their loved ones, Hero is basically "The Giving Tree"—willing to be completely destroyed in a sort of silent martyrdom without setting any boundaries because he's too conflict-avoidant and lacks a certain sense of self-preservation that his brother has. Whereas Kel is selfless, but he isn't a doormat. He doesn't struggle nearly as much to say "no" when he needs to and can prioritize his own needs and self-care when appropriate and necessary (perhaps precisely because Hero was there constantly putting Kel's needs first for most of their lives).

Ultimately, at least on some level, Kel feels his needs matter and that he matters enough to set boundaries, even when he is taking care of other people; however, no matter the situation, Hero will always consider himself last and has trouble believing he has the right to ever put himself and his own feelings and self-care first.

More ramblings under the cut (Warnings: OMORI spoilers and heavy subject matter. Mentions death, grief, trauma, and depression).

This is really showcased in their reactions after Mari's death. Kel eventually reaches this point where he decides that he can't sit in that hurt anymore and needs to carry on living even if he is heartbroken. Despite how much he wants to keep everyone together, Kel starts to worry that all of his attempts to help are just making everything worse, and because he has this sense of self-preservation, he distances himself to protect not only his loved ones who he feels might be better off without him (even though that isn't true) but also to take care of himself and to distance himself from these feelings of failure and of being too weak and too helpless to care for his suffering friends, especially his brother. He does feel guilty about that, but ultimately, he makes the best decision that he can at the time. He never gives up on his friends and on the hope that they'll eventually be reunited (he keeps knocking on Sunny's door even after all these years, after all), and he hopes that taking care of himself and carrying on with his life will give him the strength to be there for his loved ones if/when the time comes that they need him.

Hero, on the other hand, never processes his own feelings, and his trauma and related feelings of guilt cause him to believe that he doesn't have the right to care for himself (even though that couldn't be farther from the truth). He sort of implodes after losing Mari—curling in on himself and spiraling into a deep depression, wallowing in his grief in a way that is all-consuming but understandable. He comes out of that not because he has reached a sense of closure and peace, but because he feels guilty—feels he has burdened and hurt the people closest to him with his problems. He begins to feel that putting himself first and getting the help he needs would be selfish, so he pushes his issues aside and tries to ignore them as if they will eventually just go away, which they don't.

After a year of spiraling in his own grief and misery, he swings to the completely opposite direction: living a listless life of "fake happiness" and pretending that everything is okay when it isn't. He blames himself for Mari's death and for Kel, Sunny, Basil, and Aubrey's suffering and feels like he should have been stronger and taken better care of them, but he also feels his hands are tied and there's nothing he can do. He wants to help, but he doesn't want to cross his loved ones' boundaries, pry into their business, or create conflict so he often chooses inaction and to give his friends space. Meanwhile, his own feelings of grief and guilt are, at times, too overwhelming for him to bear. He has been so beaten down by the trauma of the situation that he feels his own pain, suffering, and needs don't matter, and he can only derive a sense of self-worth from being useful and helpful to others. Caught between a desperate desire to be needed and a crippling fear of conflict, Hero never sets boundaries and feels his only chance at surviving this new life is to shove his own feelings away and take care of everyone else around him, without any consideration to how he may be hurting himself.

Hero and Kel are both incredibly kindhearted and altruistic people, but Hero's manner of “selflessness” can be unhealthy and, ultimately, harmful to him if it leads him to neglect himself and his own basic needs. The truth is he really can’t take care of anyone if he doesn’t take care of himself first. Kel understands this, but Hero does not.

#omori hero #hero omori #kel omori #omori kel #omori #hero character analysis #hero character study #hero and kel's brotherly bond #it's the brothers 💙🧡#love them both so much #just some very long and meta omori thoughts #omori spoilers

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earlgodwin · 1 year

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“it's one of my favorite scenes...I really liked the fact that Cesare hates [Juan] for doing that. You know he asks to use Micheletto in the first place, right? And I didn't want him to and then there is that scene where Cesare pushes him in the room and says, "Well finish what you started." There is something about teaching him a lesson and also understanding how hard it must be to do that. There was some sort of really loving brotherly undertone under all of this hard teaching. I really liked that scene.” (x)

#there was some sort of really loving brotherly undertone under all this hard teaching WHAT IF I JUMPED OFF A CLIFF ???#i miss them so bad i can't believe rodrigo's ambitions and favourtism tore them apart #that's so sick their relationship is probably my favorite thing about the show #david oakes #francois arnaud #juan borgia #cesare borgia #the borgias #theborgiasedit #perioddramaedit #perioddramasource #perioddramacentral #periodedits #tvarchive #tvedit #juan and cesare #about juan #by jen

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multicolour-ink · 10 months

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🧠With mario and luigi?

🧠 Traumatic event

writing prompts

There are so many ideas for this prompt alone!

I was brainstorming on this today, and as I did I thought "What if the Bros were reliving trauma through a similar experience?". So here it is :) Please note it gets sad!

Takes place in the Mario Movie verse. Based on Super Princess Peach

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Mario had never felt such despair.

The plumber stretched out his aching legs, and took in the small, square space of his cell. Not that he was expecting anything to be different. He had been in this same spot for days now. Maybe months, it was hard to tell. He could practically memorise the stone walls even with his eyes closed.

How could things have gone this way?

How could Bowser have been able to capture them so easily?

It was his fault, he knew that. Even though others would obviously tell him later that it wasn't. He hadn't been vigilant enough. Hadn't been prepared. If he was, then he wouldn't be sitting in a cell, worrying about Peach, and wondering how far away she was from rescuing them.

He and Luigi would never have been split up.

Mario's heart immediately stung at the thought of his brother. They hadn't seen each other since the day they and the kingdom had been captured. Mario clearly recalled the way their hands reached for each other, the two brothers dragged apart by the Koopa army on either side. Mario managed to punch a few back before reaching again, only to yet again to be pulled back by even more forces. He saw Luigi's face glistening wet trails as he was dragged to another part of the castle. Far away from where Mario was to be placed.

Mario also recalled the sheer hatred he felt when he looked at Bowser. The Koopa King's grin was mocking, and filled with malice.

Mario's heart burnt with that same hatred now, and he clutched at his face to fight back the tears. He would not let Bowser or any of his guards catch him like this! The idea was more humiliating than anything. But he missed his brother so much.

It was all feeling too much like the first time they had discovered the Mushroom Kingdom, when they had been torn apart so viciously in the warp zone.

"We've never been apart this long."

Those words are what he had said to Peach all that time ago in the flower field. And he had meant it. He had carried that dull ache of loss, of longing, until the brothers were finally reunited, and Mario had held him in his arms once again.

He sat up and hugged his arms around him now. He imagined Luigi was with him, arms wrapped around him just as tight, his head nestled on his shoulder.

It would obviously suck, to be stuck in a cell, but at least they would have each other...

"I'm so sorry Luigi", Mario wept.

He raised a hand and made a gesture as if he was cradling a head. It all suddenly felt so real.

"I miss you."

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Luigi was lying on the floor of his cell.

How long he had? He didn't know or care. His routine wasn't going to be any different in the next hour. Or the next.

He was beginning to lose his sense of reality. Stuck in this cell wasn't helping matters.

He had cried for days before the Koopa guards had installed insolation around the edge of his cell door, in a vain attempt to muffle the noise.

In all fairness, it wasn't like he was dangling over a pit of lava this time. So it was much cooler. And he wasn't in an uncomfortable cage, just a slightly bigger uncomfortable cell. So he had that going for him.

But at least in the lava prison he had company. Despite the few days of growing concern over his brother, and the heat of the lava scorching his skin, he had others to talk to. King Penguin was an interesting person with many tales from his kingdom, despite his high pride. And there had been a few koopas and goombas trapped in there that had rebelled against Bowser - so it had been helpful to get their insight. Even Lumalee had been company to an extent, although his unnerving talks of death made sure that Luigi only spoke to them when necessary.

No, the worst thing was that he missed his big brother so bad.

And it was even worse than in the lava prison. At least there he had hope that his brother was coming. This time they were both trapped. Unable to even be together because Bowser had insisted on splitting them up.

The King had known exactly what he was doing then.

Luigi clenched a fist tightly. Oh how he wished that he could have the Power Star again so he could be stronger and punch Bowser in the face like he and Mario did in that final battle in Brooklyn.

But he had no Power Star. Just his own thoughts that were slowly swirling into one day after day.

Luigi stared at the wall. How many times had he counted the bricks, or memorised every line around each slab in an attempt to pass the time?

He was going mad.

He stretched his arm out a little more, his palm facing upwards. He imagined that Mario was lying beside him. What would he say? Probably something optimistic like they would find a way out soon. Maybe they would spend the days just talking to make the time pass quicker. Mario would talk the most, he always did in dire situations.

"Luigi."

Luigi blinked. Surprisingly he wasn't startled, or scared. In fact he felt the opposite, as a vision of his brother appeared lying beside him, his hand resting in Luigi's palm.

Luigi smiled. His head felt so heavy, and for a moment he considered that he really was going mad. But he didn't want this image of his brother to go away. He felt so real.

The vision of Mario looked at him with such love and relief that Luigi thought he would start crying again. His 'brother's' hand slipped its fingers in between Luigi's, and gently stroked his thumb with his own.

"I'm so sorry, Luigi."

Luigi found himself replying.

"It's not your fault."

"You always says that", 'Mario' huffed. "But it is. I should've been stronger. I couldn't protect you."

"No one could see it coming", said Luigi more insistent this time. "Don't blame yourself."

"How are you doing?", asked 'Mario'. The concern was evident on his face.

Luigi shrugged.

"Ok. I'm getting by. What about you?"

"Ok", 'Mario' replied back. "The food is terrible though."

Luigi let out a soft laugh at that. His 'brother' smiled back.

"You know...", said Luigi. "When I was trapped in Bowser's fortress, the very first time, I sometimes imagined you were with me."

"I bet I wouldn't have been as brave as you."

"Oh you would!", Luigi spoke up. "You would've busted out of there faster than I ever did..."

'Mario' reached over with his other hand and patted their intertwined ones.

"You were brave enough to hang in there. And you're gonna keep hanging in there now. Promise me, little bro."

"I promise Mario", Luigi whispered. "I miss you."

And just like that Luigi blinked out of the trance. He sat up, finding his whole body stiff from lying down so long. He glanced up at the tiny window at the top of the outside of his cell. From what he could see, the sky was already staining a golden yellow. The guards would be here soon with his evening meal (of which would no doubt consist of stale bread and cheese).

Luigi sat back on the bench, letting out a deep breath so all his muscles relaxed.

"Hang in there Mario", he whispered. "I'll see you soon."

- - -

Back in his own cell, Mario was lying on the floor, only it was in the opposite direction than to how Luigi had been. His arm was outstretched, and his hand curled upwards in an odd angle, almost like he was trying to intertwine his fingers with someone.

"I miss you too, Luigi", Mario whispered. "Hang in there."

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Authors notes under the cut

Oh dang this was heartbreaking to write ;_; Hope you like this anon!

I considered doing a scene when the brother's wake up from a nightmare of the events that transpired in the movie (like so many other fics have done)...

And then I thought, well what if I did it from another perspective. Have the brothers relive the trauma of being forcefully separated! That is defiantly something they would never want to relive again. And then I remembered Super Princess Peach and, well, here we are!

I hope you all like it, and thank you for reading <3

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devouringyourson · 2 months

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i truly believe that every holmes adaptation, however loose, is inherently a love story. whatever form that love between the 'holmes' and 'watson' figure takes idm but they're narratively, spirituality, culturally and quite literally soulmates in every universe

#spirk hilson johnlock all one and the same its all connection its all love #those ones probably lean towards romantic imo but all adaptations are some form of love brotherly or platonic #in every universe everywhere its always 1895

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pocketlad · 8 months

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I made this my profile picture because its cute. I like how Mario is looking at Luigi like that guy's cat that he took to prom. Its looks like he is consoling him without context but Luigi is happy in this scene, hes just being shy

#he looks at luigi with very tender affection #says 'thats my bro!' which is him indirectly telling him he is proud of him #luigi's apprehension and reluctance to accept praise shows when he avoids eye contact with him and stammers a lot #but his joy at receiving praise from his brother shows with that emotional look in his eyes and smile #i cry #some mario and luigi brotherly love for you

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starburstsobsessions · 1 year

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“eat the rich”-halt o’carrick king of clonmel

“save Ferris”- Ferris o’carrick some guy

#Him and his Punkass little brother rolls eyes #but... why Share The Earring...?#copying each other? Some long lost brotherly love between them they miss? Who knows. Not me #It was Lindsay Lohan in the parent trap right #love her #rangers apprentice #starbursts art #halt o'carrick #ferris o'carrick

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freedomforthewin · 6 months

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Baby Newt Trying Ice Cream—An Imagine

Imagine eight-year-old Theseus feeds Baby Newt ice cream for the first time. Newt’s mouth curls into a big smile after taking the first bite, he looks at Theseus, and he yelps in delight.

“It’s delicious, right?” Theseus smiles back at him.

Newt waves his arms up and down happily.

“You want more?” Theseus laughs. “Okay, I’ll give you more.”

Theseus takes out another small spoon of ice cream and brings it to Newt. Newt focuses on it and opens his mouth. Theseus feeds him the bite. Newt eats it and smiles at his big brother.

“Mmmm,” Newt responds.

Theseus chuckles and kisses Newt on the cheek.

#Awww #Cute!#Newt Scamander #Theseus Scamander #Baby Newt #Kid Theseus #Ice cream is awesome #Newt agrees #_Fantastic Beasts_ imagine #Brotherly love #Cute brothers #I saw a video some time ago of an adult giving a baby ice cream for the first time.#The baby’s reaction was how I wrote Newt’s first reaction #I recently got the idea to come up with this imagine based off of that #Everything that happened after Newt’s initial reaction was completely my idea

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misteria247 · 1 year

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Y'all know how like you'll read fanfic and you stumble over a fic that's got this pairing that you had no idea even existed till literally just now because you were searching for another tag in the same fic? So you read it and you see the pairing interact and stuff and you're like "Huh they actually work really well with one another personality wise and I can honestly see how they'd work as a couple." So you search for this pairing and suddenly you're like up to your neck deep in this new pairing before you even realized what happened???

Yeah well basically now I hilariously enough have fascination with the Luigi and Bowser pairing and I blame the series Days on ao3-

#oli talks #ooc #muns ramblings #mindless ramblings of a madman #super mario bros #smb #mario bros #the mario bros #mario brothers #Luigi #Bowser #luigi x bowser #BEFORE Y'ALL UNFOLLOW ME HEAR ME OUT I SWEAR I HAVE AN EXPLANATION-#okay so originally I was searching Mario and Luigi fanfic due to fanart I'd reblogged last night and I was like #Hmm I could go for some brotherly affection between these two idiots and it's something new so let's go #and I'm searching and I just come across this fic called Day Twenty by Useless19 #and I didn't realize it was a Luigi x Bowser fic and I'm reading it and holy shit it's like really good???? the pairing works so well???#and it's like a magical marriage type of ordeal with my favorite troupe enemies to friends to lovers #and now I'm in hell send help #I'll always love Luigi x Daisy but like god damn bro my viewpoint has been extended

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xylem-3-keys · 1 year

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Back Together

Went back together after they both screwed up to each other. Some brotherly love moment.

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caesurah-tblr · 1 month

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Not this fic almost hitting 2k words… Fellow Armored-Phesant lovers, I offer you this angsty fic from an aroace person who knows nothing about love but tries to write about it anyways. Tell me how close I got, okay?

This does contain slight spoilers for episode 10 but not really at the same time. Read at your own risk.

“Grefgor?”

“Yes, my Prince?”

“May I speak to you?” Shilo asks. “Privately.” He tacks on, his one eye darting over to Hazel.

“Of course my Prince!” Grefgor stands, placing a quick kiss on the top of Hazel’s head before gesturing Shilo to follow him.

The flat is small, but there’s a small concrete balcony. It, like the rest of the house, is as nicely decorated as it seems it can be. Not as nice as the castle, but not cold like it either. It’s homey and warm in a way the castle never was, and the thought makes Shilo’s chest hurt.

Grefgor pulls out one of the chairs but Shilo shakes his head, quietly refusing the offer and instead choosing to stand. He looks up at his loyal guard, fighting the urge to cover his eye. He has to be strong for this.

“You’re happy?” He asks, his voice breaking just the smallest amount.

“Very, my Prince!” Grefgor gives him a big smile as he brushes his hair out of his eyes. “I’ve missed you, my Prince! Both of my Princes, of course, but you more so!”

There it is again- that twisting in his gut that feels both soft like velvet and as sharp as a stake.

“And she makes you happy?”

Grefgor nods excitedly. “Yes, my Prince! She means everything to me! I know that I do not have good enough wealth to wed her yet, but I will one day!”

“That…” The pain in his chest grows, and Shilo has to place a hand against it to ensure there isn’t actually a stake sticking through him. There isn’t, of course, but for some reason he’d rather there be. “That is good. I think it is time then.”

“Time for what, my Prince?”

“It is time to let you go. You have served my mother. And you have served me. But now? It is time to serve yourself. I am revoking your guard status. Honorably, of course.”

“My Prince-“

“Shilo. Please call me Shilo.” He croaks the words out, trying but failing to hide the tears welling up in his eyes. Grefgor reaches for him, but he brushes the hand away.

“You have served me well.” Another hand reaches toward him and he takes it. “And you have served my brother well. But you’re happier here than you would ever be at my side, and I cannot allow my needs to get in the way of that.”

Shilo squeezes the hand. “My mother was a strong leader, and I wish to be like that. But I will not be the type of leader that makes people stay by his side against their will. So I do this, not for me, but for you.”

Grefgor looks crestfallen, his face twisted up in an expression of pure anguish. Shilo is sure he could fall dead in front of him at this very moment and he would be hard pressed to look more distraught than he does now.

“But- my Prince- I am happy! I always have been happy at your side!” Grefgor grabs both of Shilo’s hands in his own. “There is not a moment that goes by where I do not want to serve you, my Prince. If my heart did beat, every beat would be yours to command.”

Shilo grits his teeth against the feeling in his chest. What is it? This soft feeling? This warmth? It makes him feel so human with the way it both soothes and hurts him. He never wants to feel it again, but he also aches for it. His heart thunders in his chest.

“I want to ensure you are happy.” Shilo can’t look at Grefgor anymore, so he looks down at their entangled hands. “And you cannot be truly happy with me. I do this so that you may be happy and safe. By revoking your status, I also revoke any involvement I have with you, thus marking you as safe from anything Edward might have planned. This is how it is meant to be.”

“My Prince-“

“Give me your crest. Please.” Shilo pulls his hands away, missing the slight warmth their cold skin had managed to create. He tucks them against his chest, rubbing them together to try and get that feeling back.

Grefgor stands in front of him silently for a few moments before he pulls a bundle of cloth from his pocket. He unwinds what Shilo realizes to be a bundle of silk to reveal the Venture crest, still as nice as the day he had received it.

Shilo takes it in shaking hands, squeezing the metal between them before sliding it into his pocket.

“Thank you, Grefgor.”

“Of course, my Prin- Shilo.”

Shilo can’t help it- he lets out a wail before throwing himself at Grefgor, wrapping his arms around the man who was once his loyal guard. Arms wrap around him in return, and Shilo feels his heart give a twinge of pain that makes him cry harder.

“Hey, we’re back- oh.”

Shilo pulls himself away from Grefgor, wiping the blood from his face in vain as he turns to his brother. Emizel looks shocked, eyebrows raised as he takes in the scene in front of him.

“Everything okay out here? Do I need to kick someone’s ass?”

“No.” Shilo brushes past his brother, making his way to the front door. “Shall we get going? I assume you hav found a place for us to stay.”

“Uh, yeah? You coming Grefgor?”

“No. I will be staying here.” Grefgor’s voice is wet in a way that Shilo knows his own voice has to be, and he hates it. He hates that he has caused Grefgor so much hurt, but he knows this has to be done.

“Okay… See you around then.” Emizel bumps him through the open front door and out onto the stairs that he quickly walks down. As soon as his brother meets him at the foot of them, Shilo grabs his hand.

To his surprise, Emizel doesn’t pull away. Instead, he intertwines their fingers and gives his hand a squeeze as he pulls them down the sidewalk to their destination.

“What happened?”

Shilo reaches out his other hand and grabs his brother’s forearm, seeking comfort. “I revoked his guard status so that he may be happy with his girlfriend.”

“And he let you do that without a fight? I can’t imagine him just letting you do that.”

“It wasn’t without fight.” Shilo tells him. “Emizel, he told me he was happy with her. Then he told me that if he had a heartbeat, that it would be mine to command. And I don’t understand what he meant by that, and I don’t understand the weird feeling I get in my chest when he says these things.”

Emizel stops and lets out a groan before pulling Shilo over to a bench and pushing him down onto it.

“Shilo, listen to me.” Emizel sits next him, eyes sunken and tired. “I’m just gonna give it to you straight- I mean, it’s not really- whatever. You’re in love with Grefgor.”

Shilo blinks, confused. “Love? That is not possible.”

“How is it not?”

“Well, vampires cannot feel love.” Shilo says in confidence. He remembers asking his uncle about love once, when he was very young. The book had been taken from him, and he had been given a long-winded speech about how vampires don’t have the capacity to love someone, and that his mother and himself only loved Shilo because they were his family.

“Who told you that?” Emizel is giving him that look that he always gives Shilo after he says something that sounds stupid. Shilo can’t help but take a little offense.

“Our Uncle. He says that vampires cannot love, and that only he and my mother love me because it is different.”

“Well, do you love me?” Emizel asks, and Shilo tilts his head thoughtfully. Does he love his brother? He cares for him, sure. He doesn’t want to see anything happen to him, and being around his brother does bring him joy.

“Yes.” He decides after awhile. “I do love you. But again, it is different. You are my brother.”

“It is different, yeah.” Emizel agrees. “But that doesn’t mean you can’t feel anything outside of familial love. I love you, but I also love Theo, and even though it’s the same word it means something different.”

“You love me?” Shilo looks at his brother, smiling at him for a moment before registering the rest of his sentence. “You love Soda?”

Emizel nods, an uncharacteristically soft smile gracing his lips. “I do. But that love is different.”

“What does that love feel like?” Shilo turns to his brother, hands rubbing against one another.

“Hm…” Emizel tilts his head down thoughtfully. “It feels like warmth and comfort. It feels like not being near them is so painful you can barely stand it, and when you’re finally back together all you can think about is holding them close and keeping them there always. It’s not wanting them to get hurt, and seeking revenge on those that hurt them. They’re your world, and if something ever happened to them everything would crumble. They’re your happy place, your safe space, the one place you can go to and spill your guts and you know you won’t be judged for it. You think about them all the time and the thought of hurting them makes you want to cry because you’d rather hurt yourself than them.”

And just like that, a weight lifts from Shilo’s chest. Love. He was in love. He could love and he was in love and it was wonderful. But…

“I love him.” Shilo admits. “You’re right. But he loves someone else, and I will not interfere with that.”

“Shilo, dude, he looks at you like you hung the fucking stars, man.” Emizel places a hand on his shoulder. “He’s always touching you and calling you beautiful and perfect. And before you say it was just because he was a guard, I can promise you that’s not it. Grefgor is so gone for you, man. You two just need to talk it out. Speaking of.”

Shilo watches as his brother stands, pulling his phone out of his pocket.

“I got a phone call to make to my boy. I suggest you go talk to yours before it’s too late.”

Emizel wanders down the street, phone to his ear as he walks away. Shilo watches him as his face lights up when Theo answers the phone, and studies his face as he talks. He’s seen that face on Grefgor more times than he could count. How could he miss the signs?

Just another thing that’s been taken from him.

Shilo stands up, brushing himself off. He gives his brother a nod, and in return receives at two-fingered salute before the two brothers go their separate ways, one with the one he loves and one determined to find out what love is all about.

#jrwi #jrwi the suckening #Caesurah writes #some brotherly love in this one #this fic also comes with a side of fizzfangs because duh why wouldn’t it?#is definitely ooc but I don’t care

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