dark aesthetic 6996 with possessive mukuro and very beautiful chrome
word count: 406
tw: blood, mentions of death, maybe my bad english
Long hair of the color of distant space lies on the transparent surface of the water in patterns. Cold water envelops the same cold, pale, fragile body. The whiteness of the walls of the bath merges with the whiteness of thin skin. Chrome Dokuro looks like a formalin-drenched dead princess.
She lies motionless and almost breathless as the clear water slowly turns a sweet pink, washing the red blood from her snow-white body. Her black eyelashes tremble slightly, her eyes stare into nowhere, completely inanimate – purple darkness of an eye and blackness of an empty eye socket. Nothing is heard around, but that's what death sounds like. Not her own death, but the death of all living things that dared to touch her.
She emerges from water the color of withered roses, and cold drops run down her long hair. She leaves the bath and lies down on the black bed, as soft as a fresh grave. She sleeps, and her dreams also smell of death. She wakes up, and merges with death into one.
Chrome Dokuro has deathly pale lips and an inky black long dress. Chrome Dokuro has a night sky eyes and a blood scarlet necklace on a white chest. Chrome Dokuro has a silver trident in her hands and a snow-white owl on her shoulder. Chrome Dokuro is the strongest illusionist in the entire universe, and Chrome Dokuro has only one friend – death. Chrome Dokuro takes the lives of all who dare to live in her dying world. Chrome Dokuro creates her own kingdom, subject to her alone.
She lives alone in a cold, gloomy palace. She looks like a porcelain doll sitting on a black velvet chair. She looks into silence and listens to dreams. Dreams talk to her with the rustle of white feathers. White feathers call her queen and suggest new plans for building her ideal empire.
"With your hands I will create the world subject only the two of us in which you will be mine. I will wake you from sleep, and you will be alive and happy, becoming the queen of our universe." Chrome Dokuro is the most powerful illusionist in the world. Rokudo Mukuro made her like this and he loves her more than anything in his life. And she will reciprocate him, and they will be infinitely happy together in their own world. She only needs to be slightly pushed to the right direction.
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He's-a Gone
Luigi time! To suffer, that is.
(CW: character death)
This is obviously a sort of comlementary piece to I Was-a Too Late. But it's more than just that as it also illustrates a certain fun, dark what-if idea I had. Please keep reading if you're intrigued!
Lore:
Luigi's Mansion, the first game. Everything goes the same as in canon until the final boss fight, when Luigi defeats King Boo in his Bowser costume. After King Boo comes out and Luigi intends to suck him in, the villain laughs and reveals the truth: Mario's painting was an illusion, so was everything Madame Clairvoya saw. All just to mess with Luigi. Meanwhile the real Mario wasn't just captured by the Boos, he was immediately killed by them on their King's orders. The only physical thing that's left of him in this realm is the five items Luigi found - hidden by the Boos for Luigi to find, another part of King Boo's sick game.
Luigi is able to finish the fight despite his shock and grief, fueled by the anger King Boo never expected from him. After getting out of the painting the plumber discovers that it is indeed empty, no Mario or anyone else in the portrait.
Heartbroken and guit-ridden, Luigi goes back to Professor E. Gadd's lab and gives him back the Poltergust 3000. He doesn't even want to stay long enough to see what is going to happen to the ghosts. Of course the Professor tries to offer some semblance of comfort, but we all know it's not his forte.
So Luigi leaves, only taking Mario's five items with him. He notices that the mansion has disapeared without a trace. The reality of it all finally hits him, and he practically collapses onto a nearby tree's large root protruding from the ground, putting down the precious items around himself, only leaving the matching red hat and the letter in his hands. He should have known something was off. After all, the Mario he saw in the painting was wearing his hat and both gloves.
Looking at all these items, to his growing horror he can't help but imagine what exactly might have happened to his brother and what his last moments might have been like. He hugs the hat to his chest and rereads Mario's note several times, knowing that the brief warning was his brother's last words to him.
Luigi can do nothing but cry for the beloved brother he couldn't save, desperately wishing it was his warm, living and breathing body pressed to his chest rather than just a couple of his belongings.
But Mario is truly gone, apparently having met such a horrific fate that not even a single part of his body is left in the physical world.
[Good night]
…I'll leave the rest up to your imagination ;) Sorry if I got carried away with my description. Occasionally even I enjoy being a little dramatic, though I'm no writer whatsoever.
Yeah, I'm not apologizing for making this one - I was nicer to Luigi than to his bro, at least here the Mushroom Kingdom and everyone in it (except for Mario lol) is still okay!
But alas,
You can no longer play as Mario
Rest in spaghetti, funny wahoo man.
@federthenotsogreat I'm tagging you because you said you wanted more Mario art like I Was-a Too Late, thought you might like this one too!
@drones-of-innocence Also tagging you because you were interested in my idea.
Edit: Tagging a few more mutuals who might want to see this based on their reaction to my previous angsty work just in case, feel free to ignore. Or ask me to remove the tag if you want, no problem.
@silenzahra (remember, no rush) @c-lavanda @jell-o101 @stripetkattelalala54-gf
@luigixfanxayjay @itsavee4117
And you @giddlygoat just because you have a Luigi's Mansion AU and I thought you might appreciate this... Also because I'm a fan 👉👈
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