New Mario art :D I never got to making the Rosalina comic... here's my take on her.
Rosa is an anomaly who was born in a timeline where Luigi and Peach end up together. The chaos heart is successful in erasing the universe, and the Lumas have to reset everything, but since Rosa has a bit of the chaos heart in her dna she's able to survive it. (somehow. for plot reasons)
She grows up with them, watching as the galaxies are destroyed, erased, and rebuilt. For whatever reason, the worlds always end around the same period of time. Either by chaos heart, black holes, or time being twisted until reality is shattered,
Centuries later, one specific timeline seems to last longer than the others, and Rosa dares to step out to find the reason why. And in order to do so, she has to face her family who never knew she existed.
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Thanks again!
This is the first thing I posted on here, but I think I had just reuploaded the images. So the previous post wasn't included.
It's better this way!
I was rolling around this post in my brain, considering the manhole cover-shield scene and I had this...thought about a fun, semi-angsty off-screen scenario after the general hullabaloo from Bowser's incursion into Brooklyn has calmed down.
We know from the movie that Mario is injured during the final fight with Bowser, that he had a plethora of cuts and nasty bruises that would need attention. We also know from the movie that Luigi, our unhinged king, picked up a metal manhole cover to block fire.
Basic science would tell us that this manhole cover likely reached some excruciating temperatures rather quickly, and that Luigi's gloves/outfit (which, considering their junked-up van), were probably not the highest quality. Meaning, I have a feeling our green hero might have accumulated a few burn injuries and, given what we know about his character, might have neglected to say anything about this.
Anyway, cue Mario and Luigi getting ready for bed after the whole crazy day, and Luigi, who is so tired he isn't even thinking about what he's doing at this point, absently changing into his sleeping shirt. That's when Mario notices the burn marks. That's when Mario freaks out like the highly protective older brother he is.
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FRICK WRONG BLOG
Humble Beginnings
A/N: This story was inspired by @lethalhedgehogs' Mario art and the Mario Bros Movie!
Mario would normally be sleeping beside his brother by now, but the muffled yelling from his parents room defeated that idea. Though, it doesn’t help that it’s also pouring rain with bouts of rolling thunder that shake the apartment building or that he is a light sleeper.
He had probably fallen asleep a couple of hours ago just as Luigi had. However, he was awoken by a slamming door, the thumping of something heavy across the floor, and harsh whispers that verged on the edge of hissing. Now, while the noise had grown muffled behind a closed door, Mario found it difficult to fall back asleep.
Mario yanks the extra blanket down from the back of the couch, bumping Luigi in the process. The younger of the two stirs but does not wake. At least, Mario doesn’t think so as he covers himself and Luigi with the new blanket.
“Mawio?” A small voice sounds breathy with sleep.
“Go back to sleep, Weegi,” Mario whispers back, laying the blanket over both of them and taking care to cover their feet.
Luigi rubs his eyes and scoots closer to Mario. “But Mamma and Papà are fighting again,” He yawns, wrapping an arm around Mario’s torso.
“I know,” Mario sighs, curling closer to his brother as thunder rattles the apartment building. They are always fighting and it has only seemed to grow worse every time Papà comes home as of late. He closes his eyes with a small yawn, “Let’s go to sleep, Weeg.”
“Okay.” The younger whispers, yawning again and settling back into the sofa.
The bedroom door swings open with a loud squeak, letting dim light spill into the room and washing it with warm yellows. Heavy boots thump their way across the worn wooden floor, making a few dishes rattle in the cabinets. They stop in front of the couch and Mario waits for something to happen. He feels Luigi tense slightly too. Though, before he can feel a hand on his shoulder, lighter footfalls enter the room and do the same. Only now, they are between them and the heavier steps.
“Don’t you dare wake them, Mariano,” Antonella whispers harshly. Her voice hoarse from yelling.
“How can they be sleeping through all that?” Mariano questions in a gruff tone, not bothering to keep his voice on the quiet end. Mario can practically see him motioning at them or the bedroom door with his large, calloused hand.
Mariano has never been a gentle man. From construction to zoo keeping, he has worked hard with his hands since before Mario and Luigi were born. He even has stories about saving the Mayor on many occasions. Mariano is a hero. At least, he is in the city, but he isn’t one at home. He hasn’t been a hero in the last few weeks.
“I work all day to provide for my famiglia only to come home to my table stacked high with bills and my boys asleep on my couch.”
“Well maybe if you came straight home after work instead of going out with your puttana for hours after dark, our boys would be awake to greet you!” Antonella shoots back, voice climbing an octave higher, “You spend all your time away from our home and expect everything to magically be perfect when you arrive. But it isn’t, Mariano! Because we have no money! Because you spend it all on your puttana instead of your family— our family!” Her voice wavers, just barely, but Mario picks up on it.
Mariano snorts, “So we’re gonna do this out here now, Caro?”
“Don’t you ‘caro’ me!” Antonella snaps, still trying to keep her voice low, “I want you out! Get out!”
“If that’s what you want, Antonella, fine.” Mariano stomps away, taking care to make as much noise as possible as he grabs his keys and yanks open the front door. As he steps out, he pauses, “I’ll come by tomorrow to gather my things.”
“Everything will be by the door,” Antonella responds, voice stern. The front door slams shut, knocking a frame from the wall, “Santa Maria, give me strength…”
Mario shifts to glance at his mother, Luigi does the same, both far too awake after everything that has just happened to think about sleep any longer.
“Mamma?” Luigi asks, voice barely above a whisper.
“Oh, mio Dio!” Antonella jumps, placing a hand over her heart, “What are you doing awake?”
“We heard you and Papà,” Mario replies as the woman rushes to their side.
She places a hand on either of their cheeks and wobbly smiles. Her eyes are red-rimmed and puffy, “I’m sorry, amori miei.”
“Where’s Papà going?” Luigi asks, snuggling closer to Mario.
Antonella smiles gently at them, “He’s going back to work.”
“But didn’t he just get home?” Mario asks, leaning into his mother’s hand.
Antonella glances at him, “You were awake the entire time, Tesoro?”
“I’ve been awake since I heard the bedroom door closed. Papà’s boots are loud.”
She laughs, “They are, aren’t they?”
The sound of a noise engine echoes up to them, causing Antonella to scowl towards the door. The van is the only vehicle they have that actually works, but of course, Mariano has to take it. Though, Antonella has always believed him to have another car somewhere else. There’s no way a self-respecting woman would climb into that sleazy thing and be seen in it.
“How about you boys come sleep beside me tonight, hmm?” She finally continues, “I’m sure we could all use each other’s company.”
The boys light up with Mario grinning from ear to ear.
“We don’t have to sleep on the couch tonight?”
Antonella shakes her head, “Not tonight, Tesoro, there’s plenty of room in mine and your Papà’s bed tonight for us to share.” She lifts them both from the couch with the blanket in tow and places a kiss on each of their foreheads. Then, she begins humming a song that only she knows.
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So I named the Mario brothers' father Mariano as it seemed like he would name one of his sons after himself. *shrug* I also added some Italian words (the italics) since it felt right--- but I also like to incorporate other languages into my fics.
Translations:
Mamma - Mom
Papà - Dad
Puttana - wh*re
Caro - Dear
Mio Dio - My God
Amori Miei - My loves
Tesoro - Sweetheart
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