#luigi is blind

[inkprovised]

So well... anyone remember my blind!luigi au?😅

I have some more for you🙃

Little Turtle

Bowser stays with the brothers quite a while, and Mario is getting nervous about the giant turtle in their home. Even though Luigi cares good for it, Mario starts feeling uneasy. Plus, they can't keep it forever, can they? Shouldn't they report it? Maybe it is missing somewhere, or is he a new species? Either way, it can not go on like this.

But Lu seems not to think much about it. He is so happy to have found his old friend, sending him away never crosses his mind.

Nor does he question that this giant turtle seems carnivorous... once or twice, it despises the fresh greens Luigi bought for him and finds the fridge emptied of all meet when coming home from work.

Yes, they leave him home alone.

As weird as all of this seems. Mario has no time nor energy to ask around if someone misses this creature. At the same time, he does not talk about it. Call it gutt feeling, but he worried something could go wrong if calling someone. This huge thing was kinda scary, and people make a lot of mistakes when they are scared. Luigi would never forgive him if something happened to it.

Luigi has more time at home than Mario. Sometimes, he is alone for more than 2 days, depending on Mario's schedule and his crush and Co student Peach.

And on one of these days....

Luigi is cleaning the table as Mario closes the front door. The younger twin was getting ready for some studying with audio recorded parts of his books. Their friends are the best! Not all books Luigi needs are online to find and even less can be autoread by a computer, so his and Mario's friends help him out in their free time and record passages of the material he needs. It was nice hearing the voices of his friends while learning.

But before he could even start, Lu heard another voice. A foreign one.

Luigi spills his coffee in shock when hearing the deep voice behind him.

Was there a burglar in his home?? He did not hear someone come in. What should he do??!!

In panic, he grips his cane, whirls around, trying to threaten the one who invaded his home, but all that comes out is unintelligible stammering...

Amused laughter and a short introduction later, Luigi has to sit down.

So there is this turtle... guy... who calls himself Bowser.

All the sweet-talking, the kisses, the belly rubs, cuddling, using him as a pillow .... he did not say a single word.

After trying to process what Luigi did, they just talked for hours, and the plans for studying were forgotten.

When Mario comes home two days later, the brothers sit together, drinking coffee, and the older one talks about Peach and how much he does not know how to ask her out. In that moment, he hears heavy steps coming to them.

There stands that turtle holding something in its hands.

Mario holds a little more distance to Bowser after that and watches him intently. All to Lu's safety.

[otisbdriftwood-injail]

[tenpint]

“HE’LL PAINT YOUR ASS LIKE A REMBRANDT!”

— repo! the genetic opera + girl at a window, aristotle with a bust of homer, slaughtered ox, christ appearing to mary magdalene, danaë, the stoning of saint stephen, and a weeping woman

[vees-scribbles]

Celebrating a Birthday With Them

It was my birthday yesterday I'm treating myself

Content Warning: Bo's gets horny idk what came over me but it's not like super explicit, Canon typical murder and substance use

Luigi Largo

He's a busy man okay

He might need a GENtern to remind him of your birthday but TRUST

There's someone who's entire job is remembering shit about you

He's probably working on your birthday

But he loves you so he's not entirely ignoring it

Almost definitely doing something special for dinner

Probably taking you somewhere fancy

Don't like the attention of going out with a Largo? Fine, you're having your fancy dinner at home and if it isn't perfect the person who made it will meet Luigi's knife and then whatever god they might believe in

Contrary to popular opinion, I think he's a good gift giver

This man cannot say that he loves you. But he's constantly buying you shit to show you

Definitely getting you something expensive but pretty in line with the things you like

Always your favorite color or the latest fashion or an unreleased prototype

Not very creative, he's picking tried and true things

Kiss him and say thank you

Amber Sweet

She did forget your birthday

Sorry she was probably high

Good thing she's rich and can get you something last minute when she remembers

Gets you something she'd like

Bonus points if it's also something she knows you'd probably enjoy, but not her first priority

Clothes? She wanted to see you in them. Perfume or cologne? She wanted to smell you wearing it

If it's something she can borrow, she will

Sorry not sorry

Probably not hanging out with you after

Unless you're down to go on a Zydrate run w her

Who said romance was dead

Probably doesn't care if you say thank you

I'd suggest doing it anyway

Blind Mag

Prepare to be spoiled

She did remember your birthday and she's been thinking about this for at least a month

Obviously she can't really control what GeneCo wants her to do

But every second she's free is devoted to you

Super good at thinking of things you'll like

Like you don't have to tell her or even know that you'd like this thing she'd just think of it on her own

Obviously down to do whatever you want and probably plans an evening for you that's pretty accurate to something you'd enjoy

But I think she'd especially like celebrating at home

Kiss her and say thank you

Nathan Wallace

Surprisingly a pretty thoughtful gift giver

Did remember your birthday

Probably celebrated a few days late

The repo man grind never stops

But his next night off trust he's got you

Figures out what food you like and definitely is making it for you

If you've been together a while and he's introduced you to Shilo it's a family dinner

Shilo does most of the talking, presents you with a bug she pinned

Be nice

Nathan himself probably gets you something sensible

Think a watch

But he's pretty certain it's something you'll like, too

He wants you to get plenty of use out of it

Very low-key kind of thing, you're probably not going out or anything

Kiss him and say thank you

Otis Driftwood

Oh BROTHER

No he didn't remember

Don't ever ask him some stupid shit like that again

Someone else probably told him

Bc I know you're not stupid enough to bring it up

Does not care

Cares a little

Maybe makes you something

You're lucky to get anything at all

And maybe he's a little bit sweet when he kisses you. Just a little though

And don't you dare mention it

Kiss him and say thank you

And you better be REAL grateful, rabbit

Baby Firefly

Remembered for sure

Very excited to party about it!!

Probably snags something off a victim for you tbh

Hope you're cool with getting fucked up

And doing fucked up shit

Seriously though you're not staying sober

It's a household affair she's making this everyone's problem

And she's dragging you on some wild mission or another

Maybe you get to pick a tourist all your own!!

How romantic <3

Feel free to kiss her and say thank you, neither of you will remember in the morning

RJ Firefly

Remembered of course

Similar to Baby, he gets you something off someone they killed

NOT similar to Baby, he's very chill about it

Definitely down to still drink about it

But doesn't need to make it a huge affair

Would prefer not to, actually

I have no basis for this, but I think he'd wanna spend it outside with you

Looking at the stars and sharing a case of beer

Or your preferred drink

Doesn't have to be alcoholic but come on it's preferred

I think he's handsy when he's got enough in his system

He's always handsy, but especially when he's a little buzzed

Down to be quiet with you or let you talk his ear off about whatever you want

Kiss him and say thank you

Quinn

You're wondering if the android remembered your birthday?

Yes

He doesn't care

You get a verbal happy birthday, a head pat, and a kiss to the cheek

He has shit to do

Also idc if you're taller than him he's patting your head

The world could be so beautiful if Quinn responded to my faxes

Kiss him anyway bc he's beautiful

Logan Burnhardt

Yes, of course he remembered

He might act like an asshole on the air but he doesn't strike me as someone tonactually forget a birthday

He's doing pretty basic birthday things

Flowers in the morning, breakfast if you're up at the same time

If not, don't worry!

He's taking you out to dinner

Gets you a card and writes something a little cheesy on it

Gets you something related to a hobby you have, probably

Has at least once pretended that your gift was just a bunch of his own merch

Bo Sinclair

He remembered...barely

Yes he's a deranged killer and a jackass

He's also a southern gentleman (in his own eyes, anyway)

Comes home practically glowing with pride

Ate two canaries, that one

Another guy that regifts something from a victim

Presents it to you with so much pride, though

If it's jewelry or something, he makes you wear it for him

Puts it on for you

"Gimme a spin, sugar."

Stupid fucking smirk on his face

Makes you wear it while he rails you later Who said that

But come on you know that's his actual gift

I haven't publicly said this before but I'm saying it now: Bo Sinclair gives head like his life depends on it

And that's when it's NOT your birthday

On your special day? You're going to have to physically remove him

Kiss him and say thank you

Vincent Sinclair

Okay he's actually really sweet about it

Did remember

Made you something :)

He's a little nervous to give it to you bc it's "not much"

Yes he's a deranged killer but he's also v in love with you

Otherwise super down to do anything you want!

Within your limits of course

Bo isn't going to let you two just waltz around wherever you want

But you wanna watch a movie? Or eat dinner together? Wanna cuddle?

He just wants to make sure you're nice and relaxed and happy

Kiss him and say thank you

[icouldsuregoforaslice]

i love repo because I love the conservation of character. There are literally eight characters (shilo, Nathan, mag, graverobber, amber, Luigi, pavi, and rotti) and they are literally all connected. Amber is gracerobber's lay/dealee, graverobber is shilos friend and also the narrator, shilo is Nathan's daughter and rottis protege, Nathan and rotti fought over the same woman, marni, who was mags best friend, Nathan is head repo man of rottis corporation, over which pavi and Luigi are fighting, their sister amber has a one-sided hatred of mag, who happens to be shilos godmother, etc etc. it's a pretty standard 8 character structure but I just love the execution of it in repo. There are no loose threads, no characters left hanging. I just think it's neat 😊

[bugsforbraincells]

So I got really fucking bored and uh

Nathan's hamster house is my personal favorite.

[thegeneticopera]

"You, I've mistaken for destiny, but the truth is my legacy is not up to my genes.”

REPO! THE GENETIC OPERA (2008) dir. Darren Lynn Bousman

[razzekart]

One of the things giving me a break from missing my guide Petey has been playing Luigi’s Mansion 3. Somewhere out there a few people like blind Luigi. So… why not Polterpup the guide ghost? :)

ID: Luigi, a tall man in a green sweater and jeans with a thick mustache, smiles as he walks with his guide dog’s harness handle in one hand. His dog is a somewhat transparent ghost, tongue lolling in a happy grin, his handler and harness somewhat visible through his transparent body. 

[imfromthedeepblueunderworld]

sum more blinkies I made + Repo stamps

if u wanna request a stamp or blinkie then just go to my ask box thingey ☆

[olive-treeeee]

To Make Peace - Blind Mag + Amber Sweet. Repo! the Genetic Opera.

Summary: Just before Blind Mag goes on stage for her last show, she decides to pay Amber a visit. Will the two finally be able to work out their differences?

Warnings: Daddy issues, talk of plucking eyes out, pretty graphic depictions of Amber's face falling off

Hey All! Happy *Belated* galantines day. I wanted to celebrate by giving my favourite girls some love. for context, this scene happens sort of during the events of 'at the opera tonight'.

As always, if you like what you see, I take requests!

Blind Mag had made her peace.

She looked across her dressing table, her fingers trailing over the clutter. letters she never sent, pictures of a life that wasn’t hers, piles of makeup that masked what she’d become. The room smelled of roses, perfume, and the faint metallic sting of the claws she had hidden beneath the papers. She had given her costume designer a special request: only she was to know about her plan.

She lifted her gaze to the mirror. The last time she might ever see herself. The last time she might see anything. Her breath hitched, chest rising and falling in a steady, deliberate rhythm, forcing herself to stay composed. Because this was it. This was the moment she stopped being his. No Theirs.

Her stomach twisted at the thought of Rotti’s reaction. He would not let this slide. He would not accept her defiance. No one walked away from him alive and she knew the price of freedom. It was more than just her sight at stake. She had seen what he did to those who disappointed him. Those who betrayed him.

But damn him.

Damn him for ever thinking he owned her, for making her a spectacle, for forcing her into making her a bird in a cage and calling it a stage. For every time he had smiled as he reminded her that her eyes belonged to him, that she belonged to him.

Not anymore.

She exhaled sharply, hands curling into fists. The fear clawed at her, but beneath it, something stronger burned. Hatred. Hatred for the years she had wasted, for the strings he had pulled, for the choices he had stolen. But even as the rage boiled, there was a strange stillness within her.

She had made her peace.

Let Rotti come. Let him try to take what was his.

She would not make it easy.

-

Amber had not made peace.

She wobbled down the corridor, gripping the wall for support, her heels clicking unevenly against the polished floor. The opera house was alive with movement! stagehands rushing, lights being tested, distant voices calling cues, but all of it felt like static in her ears. Her pulse pounded louder than the chatter, her breath came in short, panicked bursts.

She shoved open the door to her dressing room, slamming it shut behind her. Safe. For now. But not for long. Graverobber would be here any minute, and then- Then she could be Amber  Sweet, Amber Fucking Sweet, the woman she was supposed to be. She hated this part. The moment before stepping on stage, before the lights blinded her, Before She was swept away by her song. Her anticipation clawed at her throat, made her feel like she was drowning in a sea of judgmental stares.

Daddy’s stares were the worst.

She could still hear his voice in her head, sharp as a scalpel, slicing through her confidence. He had never outright said she was a disappointment but he didn’t have to. His eyes had always done the talking. The way they lingered on Mag, full of admiration, full of pride. And the way they skimmed over Amber like she was nothing.

Her stomach twisted. That ‘Blind Hag’ was finally doing her last show. Finally leaving, going wherever washed-up opera singers went. Maybe her father would kill her! Amber wasn’t sure, and she wasn’t sure she cared. Either way, Mag would be gone, and she would take her place.

She would finally be able to sing. She would finally be the star.

But what if they laughed at her? What if they saw through the confidence, the carefully sculpted face, the designer body? What if they saw the shaking, pathetic little girl underneath?

No. It would be fine. It had to be fine.

Soon, Graverobber would be here with the Zydrate, and then it wouldn’t matter. Then she wouldn’t feel the fear, wouldn’t feel anything at all. It wasn’t exactly healthy, but it made her who she was. It made her Amber Sweet, the woman who was supposed to be on that stage.

Then she saw it.

Amber choked back a shriek, her breath catching in her throat like barbed wire. ‘No. No, no, no. This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be happening.’

She stumbled forward, nearly tripping over her own heels as she lunged toward the vanity mirror. The harsh, unflattering bulbs cast her reflection in a sickly glow, illuminating every inch of the horror unfolding on her face.

Her fingers trembled as she touched her Forehead. The skin there was… loose. It shifted under her fingertips like wet silk, unnatural, wrong. A sticky warmth oozed from the seam along her hairline, thick and dark, sliding down the top part of her in sluggish, glistening like wet leather.

That fucking surgeon.

He had been rushing. She knew he had been rushing. He always did, always cut corners when he thought she wouldn’t notice, when he thought she was too drugged-up to care, because “She’s always too drugged up to care.” But now? Now her face: her perfect, expensive, Daddy-paid-a-fortune-for-it face, was coming apart at the seams.

Amber let out a strangled whimper as she pressed her palm flat against her forehead, trying to hold it together. But the moment she did, she felt something shift beneath her skin. A horrible, wet squelch. Then—

It slid down entirely.

She was melting.

Amber’s chest heaved in frantic, shuddering sobs as she gripped the edge of the vanity, her nails digging into the wood so hard they splintered. The scent of iron, of raw meat, of something rotting filled her nostrils. Her vision blurred, tears streaking down her face.

Amber had not made peace.

- 

A knock on the door.

Amber straightened up so fast she nearly lost her balance, Her head snapped toward the door, heart hammering in her chest.

“Who is it?” she snapped, voice sharp, strained, barely holding together.

Silence.

Her breath hitched. A second too long. A hesitation. She could almost hear her own blood dripping onto the vanity.

“It’s Mag.”

Amber’s stomach twisted.

The voice was soft, muffled through the heavy door, but there was no mistaking it. Mag. Of all people.

More silence.

Mag tried again. “Can I come in, please? I just want to talk.”

Talk? Since when did they talk?

Amber clenched her fists, her nails digging into the sticky flesh of her palms. The last time Mag had spoken to her—really spoken to her—had been years ago. No, they didn’t talk.

Mag just pitied her. Gave her hollow Care. Acted like she was something fragile, something that needed saving. She was not!

Amber swallowed the rising bile in her throat. Maybe she wanted to offer fucking necklace or something.

But she couldn’t let her see her. Not like this. Not when she looked like an over ripened fruit.

“Uh, no?” she yelled back, forcing her voice into something that sounded dismissive, casual. But there was a waver in it, an unmistakable shake. She clenched her jaw.

“Amber, please. Can we not fight today? Of all days?”

Amber closed her eyes.

Today.

Mag’s last show.

Tonight, she would be gone, one way or another. Maybe she’d leave quietly. Maybe Rotti would make her leave. But either way, this was it.

Amber sucked in a shaky breath. If anyone could understand this… Predicament, it was probably Mag.

“Hold on,” she muttered. “I’m coming.”

Her legs wobbled as she made her way to the door, blood squelching wetly between her fingers as she pressed a hand against her forehead, trying to keep the rest of it up. She hesitated for just a second before unlocking it.

The door swung open.

And there she was.

Blind Mag, in all her fucking glory, draped in black feathers, looking like some kind of gothic angel, or maybe a prize pheasant, Amber wasn’t sure.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

Then Mag’s gaze, those eerie, engineered eyes, fell on her ruined face.

Amber barely had time to flinch before Mag’s expression cracked.

“Amber!”

Her voice was full of something that Amber wasn’t used to. Not disgust, not amusement, not smug superiority she had come to expect from the rest of her family.

Just… concern.

Amber barely had time to react before Mag was suddenly in front of her, her hands reaching, careful but firm, fingers ghosting over the gash in her forehead. She didn’t flinch at the blood, at the torn, sagging skin, at the horror show of Amber’s reflection.

“What happened?” Mag demanded, voice urgent, warm, gentle.

Amber swallowed past the lump in her throat, willing herself not to cry again. But it was too much. The humiliation, the exhaustion, the raw, festering hatred that she had carried for years, all bubbling under the surface.

“Daddy’s surgeon fucked up my face,” she choked out, voice thick. “I’m going on in less than thirty minutes, and I look like a walking horror film.”

And then…she broke.

The sobs came out in gasping, hiccuping bursts, her body shaking under the weight of it all.

She expected Mag to pull away. To leave her there, to let her collapse into the mess she had become. But instead—

“Oh, Amber.”

Mag’s voice was barely more than a whisper as she wrapped an arm around her, guiding her toward the vanity. Amber didn’t have the strength to resist.

She sank into the chair, letting Mag’s hands on her. Warm, steady, nothing like the cold precision of GeneCo’s surgeons, tilt her face toward the light.

“Nothing is as bad as you think,” Mag murmured, reaching into the folds of her feathered costume. “Here. I have a way to help.”

-

Mag reached into her pocket and pulled out a small tub of what looked like… Dermabond?

“I stole this from one of the surgeons the last time I had my teeth done,” she said casually, scooping a small dollop onto her fingertip.

Amber blinked. “You’ve had your teeth done?”

“Yes, twice.” Mag’s voice was even, as if it were nothing remarkable.

She stepped closer, placing a gentle but firm hand on Amber’s shoulder. Her touch was warm, steady, almost comforting. Carefully, she ran the adhesive down Amber’s hairline.

Amber flinched, hissing in pain.

“Sorry, sorry,” Mag murmured, her voice. “It’ll only sting for a moment.”

Amber swallowed, blinking rapidly. A question tumbled from her lips before she could stop it. “Why are you being so nice to me?” She searched Mag’s face. “I’ve been awful to you.”

Mag sighed, her expression softening. “I never wanted to take what you loved from you.” Her voice was quiet, almost distant. “It was just… complicated.”

Amber furrowed her brows. “I don’t understand.”

Mag hesitated. She considered telling Amber everything: the contract, Marni, the years of sacrifice, but what good would it do? Instead, she simply smiled, resting a hand against Amber’s cheek.

“You’re beautiful, Amber. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. Not your brothers, not your father, and especially not that disgusting-smelling goth punk you spend your time with.”

Amber’s lips parted in surprise. “He doesn’t,” she said, as if trying to convince herself.

She found herself studying Mag more closely. There was no cruelty in her words, no deception, just honesty Pure Honesty. Perhaps Mag wasn’t so bad after all. Perhaps, after her final show, they could be friends. Mag could even give her singing pointers. Maybe they could sing together one day.

That would be nice.

Mag pressed a gentle hand to Amber’s forehead, inspecting her work. “There. That should hold for now.” She wagged a finger playfully. “And don’t touch your face.”

Amber lowered her gaze, something tight forming in her chest. “Thank you.”

Mag’s smile was soft, maternal. “You’re welcome.” With a fluid, graceful motion, she rose to her feet. “I’ll leave you to get ready for your big moment.”

Amber hesitated. ��Wait… What were you going to say? Before you fixed my face?”

Mag looked at her for a long moment. There were so many things she could say. So many things she wanted to say.

Instead, she just smiled.

“Just… good luck out there.” Her voice was warm, tinged with something Amber couldn’t quite place. “You’re going to give them one hell of a show.”

A mischievous chuckle escaped her lips, but there was something else beneath it…something heavier. Amber didn’t notice. Not yet.

As Mag turned to leave, she felt something small and fragile wrap around her. Amber.

For a second, Mag froze. Then, slowly, she turned, enveloping the girl in a proper embrace.

Perhaps she would miss her the most 

She lingered for just a moment longer, then pulled away, offering Amber one last smile before stepping toward the door.

Amber smiled back.

And as Mag strode toward her fate, deep down she knew.

Blind Mag had made her peace.

[queenkoopa96]

This AU IS so amazing and this is so different that I really like, Luigi's blind is something I didn't think but this is perfect and wonderful, check this out guys, you will love it <3

Have a Luigi and Bowser idea that lives in my head rent-free...

I wrote it down quickly and half asleep. I hope you can read it.

Find more Little Turtle here!

Little Turtle

At the age of 11, Luigi started losing his eyesight and became blind within one year.

Luigi is 24 now and lives with his twin brother Mario.

On his way home from university, Luigi reached their backyard and stopped in his tracks as he heard Mario... 'cursing'?

"Mario, are you alright?!" the younger twin shouted, ready to open the gate, as he stopped.

"Lu, you're home already? Wait, wait, wait, don't come in! There is a huge animal somewhere!" Mario sounded nervous.

Luigi paused. "A huge animal?"

"Y-yeah! Maybe you'd better take another walk until I get everything under control!"

That was weird, Luigi thought, but okay. He could come back later... at that, he closed the fence, ready to head anywhere else but stopped in his tracks, when he felt a warm breeze at the back of his head and neck...

Luigi's hands shook ever so slightly. This was no breeze. Someone or something stood behind him, breathing in his neck.

"H-hey." the young man started. "A-Are you the one m-my brother is talking about?" He turned around, slowly, his knees shaking like jelly.

"Do you mind if I take a look of you? ...I mean not look - look, I obviously can't see you, but I mean -" he held up his hands. "I can 'look' at you with my hands... if that's alright with you, that is..."

A short silence, then a snuffle can be heard, and for Luigi, it feels like permission. The young man smiled and reached out.

Something warm and soft brushed against his fingertips, and he gasped.

"Ah. There you are."

('How to train you Koopa King' lol)

Mario was searching for anything he could use as a weapon... how could this be?!

He was cleaning the living room - what he hated, but was forced to do since he lived with his blind brother.

The last time Mario decided to clean the floor 'later' , Luigi almost broke his arm.

Inside their home, Lu was swift on his feet. He knew where everything was, knew how many steps between every single piece of furniture were. And that day, he walked fast as always and fell hard over a box Mario left there on the floor. Thank the stars nothing worse happened, but Lu was forced to wear a cast for weeks nonetheless.

While cleaning, Mario took a look out of the window, and there he saw it.

A giant... Teenage... Mutant... Ninja... Turtle... thingy in the middle of their small piece of lawn. Mario freaked out and ran into the kitchen - looking for a knife or anything else he could use, while having his cellphone tugged between ear and shoulder.

The line beeping...

Mario cursed.

Then... did he just hear Luigis' voice?!! From the backyard???!!!

He had to get him away from there! So he yells at him to take another walk.

The line is still beeping....

Mario grabbed the knife and ran back into the living room. Taking another look at the garden, he panicked when he saw his baby-bro in the claws of this THING! Fighting for... his life? .... squishing the face of this... creature... thing...

Mario burst out of the door, screaming in horror.

"LU!!! NO!!!!!"

Luigi carefully touched the face in front of him. It was not human, that he could say at first touch. It was huge. Soft. He couldn't stop himself, and he squished the huge muzzle. The creature didn't flinch. Then he heard his brother behind him, screaming in horror.

"It's fine, Mario! He's nice. And I'm almost done here! Luigi stroked over the big creatures nose and felt something... smoll and even softer than the rest of the face... A scar?

"Ah!" Luigis face lit up. Could it be? After all these years... how! Why?

"Is that YOU, my little Turtle?!"

"'Little Turtle'?" Mario asked, dumbfounded.

And the line was still beeping...

Luigi turned the direction he thought Mario to be. He beamed.

"I told you about him! Don't you remember? Back when I fell down the street drain!"

-----

Luigi was 12 and just lost his eyesight completely. He had a very hard time and ran from home after an argument with his parents. Of course, he got lost immediately. The rain was pouring, and he fell down a barely secured street drain.

Down there, he crouched against the wall, trying to ignore the pain in his head from his fall, crying his eyes out. The other moment, Luigi heard another sound... whining?

The boy held his breath, trying to listen over the loud splashing water. Again.

"Hello?" Luigi crawled in the direction of the sound. "Do you need help? Are you lost too?" The next thing he felt was something hard. A... shell? A Turtle? "Are you hurt?" Luigi pet it carefully, searching for anything that might feel like injuries. He felt the animal shiver and whine under his fingers. "Don't worry, my little Turtle. I'll take care of you." There was a deep scratch close to the 'nose' and an open wound on its leg. The boy took off his scarf and tied it around the wound, then he took the animal on his lap. Under his hand, he felt... horns? And... hair??? Also, the little 'Turtle' was bigger than expected... odd.

Luigi talked to the little creature for hours, rocking them both until they fell asleep.

Hours later, Luigi was found by some workers. He must have slept for some time now, and when he woke, the turtle was gone...

-----

"I told you about him back then!" Luigi explained.

Mario looked at him in disbelief. "Mum and Dad always said you hit your head down there! Or you were too old for an imaginary friend... HOW do you know it's him?"

At that, Luigi went silent. "I just know it..." Then the younger twin felt something tug his hand...

Mario gasped loudly. The giant 'turtle' opened Luigi's hand and laid something inside.

Luigi felt some sort of cloth.

"Lu!" Mario shouted, excited. "That's it! That's the scarf you lost back then!"

Someone picked up the phone...

"Animal Control. What can I do for you?"

[disco-cola]

i'm so gonna rant about luigi now but something that has been on my mind for the past few days ever since reading the response letter (def his handwriting so i have no doubt) recently that the receiver has published - and whereas i know he should be granted at least SOME privacy and not every response letter has to be published, i think he himself is aware that this COULD happen when he chooses to respond, and in this case he might have counted on it - when he wrote how hard the solitary confinement was and worded it that he was "picked up at mcdonalds for the heinous crime of ordering a hashbrown." it really had me take a step back and re-evaluate the whole situation. like for one yeah i get it. i've been following the case since hour 0 as well, loved all the memes and tiktoks that came out between december 4 and december 9 of people completely denying their help to authorities and coming together even BEFORE he was arrested as a suspect cause even though i am not american i know about the fucked up healthcare system so i understood the reactions and supported it wholeheartedly. and when i first saw that mugshot i was also on my knees and yeah the looks and specificially the - alleged! - motivations to do something like this definitely played together and also had me thirsting over someone who usually wouldnt be in my realm of interest. but seriously what if it REALLY wasnt him and he was in the wrong place at the wrong time? he pleaded not guilty to the charges on december 23. i see why people have doubts about the arrest situation in altoona, pa and think evidence like the "manifesto" and even the gun could have been planted because authorities were under pressure after 5 days of not catching anyone. would my support stop? his disappearance and what he posted on social media like goodreads has totally backfired on him. but like just for my tumblr and instagram posts alone even *I* could be framed in a situation like that and i would have "motives." how horrifying must this entire ordeal be if you're accused and pre-convicted by several politicians and mainstream media and even some of your own supporters by always linking you to the crime and calling you the "patron saint of healthcare" and things like that. like HOW is he supposed to get a fair trial for which the main basis would be the presumption of innocence if even some supporters cant stop linking him to the crime and have made him into the poster boy for vigilante justice?

i get why memes and thirst traps are popular because i also have eyes and see, no matter if he did it or not, that he's conventionally attractive and some really ARE funny but at this point i cant laugh about many others at all anymore because it goes to show some people are so superficial and turn a real life person into a fictional character. like he's part of some viral netflix crime show you can just tune into when it's convenient. but like that man's day still has 24 hours even when he's not being photographed and going viral on social media and he's spending all of them incarcerated in awful conditions at the rathole that is MDC brooklyn for something he might not have even done. like i can only begin to imagine being in that situation and fearing i may never get out of there or get even unalived by the government and it gives me a panic attack just trying to imagine.

anyway what i wanna say is there (sadly) wont be jury nullification on the basis of "justified murder" cause brian thompson was a greedy corporate asshole who made millions as the CEO of a company that denied claims of the suffering and sick, the toxic system we are trapped in only plays in favor of criminals like donald trump who protect the fellow rich, BUT there might be the possibility of jury nullification on the basis of expressing and providing the reasons for REASONABLE DOUBT that he never was the shooter to begin with. and thats my point. if you wanna see luigi go free, give him the benefit of the doubt. YES the U.S. healthcare system is fucked up and we need to keep talking about that. but if you actually wanna see luigi go free start to separate the two topics and stop to inevitably link him to healthcare and in result the crime and start to point out his right to the presumption of innocence for the upcoming trials, federal and state alike. they WILL drag these out IMMENSELY. dont lose focus. and thats all i have to say about that.

[scalpel-slut-sweetheart]

[vees-scribbles]

When They're Sick

Ever since I did the post about Bo and Vincent with a sick S/O I've wanted to do how the characters act when sick so. Enjoy.

CW: Murder mention, drug mention, very brief sex mention

Characters: Luigi Largo, Amber Sweet, Blind Mag, Nathan Wallace, Otis Driftwood, Baby Firefly, RJ Firefly, Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair

Luigi Largo

Doesn't get sick very often

The Luigi in my brain does not like germs

And was also a sickly ass child

So he's very careful about illness

Insists that when he IS sick, he's very manly about it

I do think he'd push through a headache or some small symptom (though several GENterns do not make it through, such is life)

But when he gets sick sick?

Oh BROTHER

Man baby alert clean up aisle GeneCo

Very grumpy and insisting this is the WORST ailment in the history of ailments

He has the common cold

Demands nursing but is a pain in the ass about it

No he doesn't need you to feed him soup but since you're already here...

I don't think he'd let many people see him like that tbh

Which mostly just means that as his partner you should be prepared to handle the brunt of it

Good luck catching it!

Amber Sweet

Probably doesn't know she's sick tbh

She's lounging about high off her ass

Nothing is different from a normal day

Does need pampering but it's the normal amount

Tbh I think she's toughing it out better than Luigi

I don't think she's often sick either

If you ask she'll tell you she can't remember the last time she was sick

Could have the bubonic plague and be treating it like mere allergies

This one is short uhhhh Amber Sweet is more of a badass than she gets credit for pass it on

Blind Mag

Sick the normal amount for a person

Very graceful about it

Like she feels like shit but she's not really mean

Does take a day or two to recuperate

Bring her soup but she's going to worry about you catching it

Not very chatty, because she doesn't want to risk her vocal chords

Might take some convincing but yes, she would like some cuddles

Reciprocates if/when you catch it

Or if you're sick at all

Remember when ppl really wanted tuberculosis bc they thought it was romantic? Mag embodies that

She has the flu but she still manages to look stunning all pale and sickly

The author's barely disguised love for Mag

Nathan Wallace

I KNOW I DON'T LIKE HIM BUT

In his defense

He's a parent

He is absolutely trucking through it

Unless he is literally unable to stand he's not acknowledging that he's sick

"But Vee, isn't he a doctor?" That doesn't mean he follows his own advice

Gets through cold with a pack of cough drops and a prayer

Any partner of his would have to really wrestle to get him to take a break

I think how often he gets sick directly correlates to Shiloh's age

Little children are illness machines

Toddler Shiloh definitely wreaked havoc on that man's immune system

"She was locked away from the world how would she get sick" Never underestimate a toddler's ability to bring sickness upon a household

Otis Driftwood

Never sick

That guy has an immune system of STEEL

Bacteria tell their children about him to keep them from misbehaving

Otis Driftwood is a germ

BUT IF HE WAS

He's not admitting it

He is acting it

On his death bed talking about 'I'm fine'

Does still get pissy if you don't dote on him

Another guy you have to just accept catching the illness from

Still trying to fuck

Don't get too tender about it or he'll be mean

He'll be mean either way actually

Baby Firefly

I don't think she's sick a lot either

She's subjected to just as many germs as Otis

Fairly normal? For her anyway

She wants your attention about it

But she's not mean like Otis

Will admit that she's sick and just go lay down

But she wants you to come cuddle her

I'm getting very 'sick day when you were a kid' vibes

Watching TV and drinking 7-Up kinda deal

Like she's not exactly stoic but she's not being a giant baby

Naps through it

Still cracking jokes when she is awake

Generally not a bad time

RJ Firefly

See Otis and Baby

Stoic

He's everything Otis thinks he's being

He clears his throat like. Double the amount he usually does

Probably you have no clue he's sick until you get sick

Then he's like "oh my bad"

Doesn't actually say it like that

I don't have much to say here

I want to nurse him back to health

He would never let me

Someone write a fic where he's sick and someone takes care of him

Bo Sinclair

Sick an average amount I imagine

Probably has allergies real bad

Like anyone in the US South I feel

MAN BABY MAN BABY

On his death bed with the common cold poor thing

Very resistant to any kind of help

"I don't need you babyin' me"

Yes he does

Keep at it long enough and he will give in I feel

This guy has mommy issues in his deepest darkest heart of hearts he wants to be taken care of

He just also has daddy issues and will refuse to accept being taken care of

He didn't know you were supposed to dilute those cans of soup with water

You can change his life with a single can of Campbell's chicken noodle prepared correctly

Another guy who tries to get horny with it

Less aggressive about it than Otis

Because he really just wants to take a nap

Lowkey annoyed when you inevitably catch it

Vincent Sinclair

Also sick a normal amount

What can I say the Sinclairs fall pretty close to the 'just a normal ass guy' end of the Guy to Freak spectrum for me

Less of a man baby

Will admit that he's sick, but is also capable of realizing a sniffle won't kill him

Will BECOME a man baby if you're not very, very careful

Open to being taken care of

Probably really sweet if you bring him something, squeezing your hand or kissing your fingers

But if you're too good at it he starts milking it a little

He's like a cat when they learn you give them extra attention when they limp a little and suddenly they have a mysterious injured paw

Let him tbh he deserves it

You down for fever cuddles? Better get down with them

[zydratearchives]

luigi goes to starbucks

inspired by caliborn goes to starbucks

not finished and i have no idea if it ever will be so thought i might as well share it with the masses in its current state!

[blargothy]

GOD MADE ME A CANNIBAL TO FIX PROBLEMS LIKE YOU.

blind mag angelspit reference in the year 2023