you don't understand how normal i am about the mario & luigi series' FIRST game featuring prince peasley, a character who not only remembers luigi's name, but chooses to forget mario's all while continuously treating luigi like the extra special one out of both the brothers
like. this game emphasized the whole "haha luigi's a loser" mentality nintendo rly latched onto. in the start of this game he is repeatedly being forgotten and belittled and dragged along this way and that
and then all of a sudden this PRINCE shows up and starts giving luigi all this special attention like? AH. the idea that luigi's self esteem is already so low and then all of a sudden he's having roses thrown in his lap, nicknames given to him, and thanks/compliments left and right
not to mention the. ahem. butt stabbing scene...
and the aforementioned deliberate choice of words on peasley's part when referring to mario. he recognizes that luigi is hardly referred to by name and extends that kind of lack of recognition to MARIO instead of luigi, for once!
and luigi reciprocates hardcore!
he starts greeting/saying goodbye to peasley by waving his hat, blushing around him, collapsing to the floor and sobbing when peasley puts himself in a dangerous situation, and rushing to hug him at the end of the game
and there’s other little things: like how peasley is straight up winking as he goes to catch luigi from falling
and in the remake, luigi keeps peasley's rose under his hat! 🥺
in conclusion: i think their relationship is really important for luigi's self esteem and character arc and more people should witness and recognize their very canonical romance. thank you. <3
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lamb to the slaughter
alastor finds heaven kneeling before an exterminator
tags. alastor x gn! exterminator! angel reader, religious imagery & symbolism, implied death, blood, dark romance
Alastor holds no reverence for heaven.
He himself was far from holy, his rotten soul resistant to the act of prayer and worship. The humility required to kneel and plead for mercy is an attribute that seems alien to him.
But never before had he beheld such beauty.
Alastor eyes were fixed on you. Before him, you loomed, a majestic creature with pearlescent wings outspread, a radiant halo encircling your horns, and draped in golden robes.
In the grip of your divine gaze, Alastor's thoughts wandered back to the verses he had half-heartedly listened to in the hallowed halls of the church. The utterances of the pastor, the haunting melodies of the choir, and the impassioned prayers fervently uttered by the congregation—all appeared to him as a futile worship. Amidst it all, he remained a solitary figure, impervious to the sanctity of the holy prayers.
Had he known that beauty could materialize into a being such as you, he would have uttered all those holy prayers in your name instead.
"Kneel," you commanded. Something within him seethed, growled, and clawed at his thumping chest.
Despite the tremors in his knees, he feigned composure, sinking to kneel before you. The fabric of his pants tore on the coarse gravel, leaving his knees scraped and bloodied. As he raised his gaze to meet yours, a chilling sensation coursed through him, your heavenly eyes seemingly scorching his skin.
Dimly aware of the pain induced by your blade piercing through muscle and meeting bone, a crazed euphoria enveloped him, numbing the stinging sensation.
Alastor found it somewhat hilarious. Creatures like you, born to worship and embody symbols of holiness, bore wings that were perpetually stained with the richness of cardinal red.
A soft, involuntary groan slipped past the demon's lips as you abruptly yanked the spear from his flesh, forcefully pulling him closer to you. Despite the searing pain, he bit down on his tongue, commanding himself to silence.
"How shameful," your voice cooed, a mellifluous cadence that felt like honey to his ears—soft and warm. Alastor felt the edge of your bloodied spear against his throat, yet he made no move to stop you.
There was nothing heavenly about this, and yet it was the closest he felt to heaven.
What's heaven compared to you anyway?
You moved closer towards him, the spear shifting from his throat, tracing a path toward his jaw before aiming it to strike his head. All the while, Alastor gazed up at you with an expression akin to that of a lamb.
"Beautiful," Alastor spat out, blood seeping from between his teeth. The gleam in his razor-sharp smile held a disturbing charm.
"This praise will not purify you."
His laughter echoed in the air, a breathless and bittersweet symphony that mingled with the metallic tang of his own blood.
Forgive him. Alastor pleaded one last time as you raised the spear high. For he has sinned.
And yet, kneeling before you now, hands bloodied with the golden blood of your kin, he knew he would do it again.
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tfw you teach your oldest bro to swear and your twin does not approve
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some sillies for the AU because it's not 100% angst 🤣 the bros will still have little squabbles and fights, especially once they got to know each other better.
if you didn't see it in my instagram stories, raph wasn't taught how to speak and just picked up words and sentences based on how he heard people use them. leo and april did their best to teach him how to speak but it was donnie that taught him how to speak fluently.
also based this off a prompt @/cloudy_wc_ gave me 😂
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