I don't know if anyone had asked this yet but when did Mario find out about his fire power? Did he hide it at first? Did he find out about it by accident when training? Did he tell anyone about it like Luigi?
Being the protector is more taxing than some realize, and suppressing your own feelings to take care of those around you eventually leads to everything bubbling over.
Something I always thought about in regards to the games; Mario is the hero of the story, but who was there to save him?
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Hey Firebrand!!!! :D
-@here-comes-the-snow
Ah! Hey Ice! I must say its... N"ICE" to see ya on here!
*he tries to hold in a laugh, but ends up bursting into loud hysterical laughter... he finds his own jokes way too funny*
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What was Overkast like?
honestly kind of a dick.
He was the star of his team, the only one who was ever really in the spotlight due to his looks, charisma, and flashy powers. Pretty cocky and self-centered, as well as impulsive and short-tempered, but cared enough about what the public thought of him to mostly keep that under wraps.
Overkast wasn't one of the superstar, highly-commercialized heroes (marketing, reality show, action figures, the whole shebang), but that was something he strived for. He had a pretty moderate fanbase due to, again, his flashy powers and good looks, but also his loose-cannon nature.
Initially, Corp overlooked his flaws, but as time went on he started to push his boundaries more and more. Going off alone when it was supposed to be a team mission, turning off his comms in the middle of a fight, etc. Titanium couldn't go too far with any disciplinary action either, because he had enough of a fanbase that it would raise unwanted questions from the public if he was decommissioned, especially if he raised a fuss about it. (Which he was likely to do).
Alexei was the final straw, though. He blatantly ignored the order to incapacitate and went right for dismemberment, while several civilian witnesses were present. Titanium set up an under the table "disposal" for him a few months after that.
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characters: m!sydney x oc
summary: sydney has nightmares. luckily, he also has ira.
warnings: n/a
word count: 432
Sydney jolts awake in the dead of night, breathing heavily and hands subconsciously reaching for something to comfort him. He jumps when his fingers actually do find warm skin, stirring awake at his touch. Ira.
"What's wrong?" Ira's tired, slightly slurred voice comes from the dark next to him.
"Ah.. It's nothing, go back to sleep," Sydney mumbles, subconsciously rubbing his hands over his biceps, fingers trembling with the urge to dig his nails into his skin as dread thrums through him.
"Like hell it's nothing." The mattress creaks as Ira sits up next to him, wrapping his arms around his waist and gently resting his head on Sydney's back. "What's wrong, Syd?"
"Nightmare," Sydney mumbles, flushing with humiliation. He only vaguely recalls what it had been about, scattered bits and pieces of his life directly after the loss of his mother. Nothing worth remembering, he knew, but terrifying enough to make him wake up in a cold sweat with goosebumps on his arms.
Ira hums and kisses his shoulder blade. "D'you wanna talk about it?" His voice is thick with sleep but his arms remain firm around Sydney's waist.
"I'm okay," Sydney says, laying his hand on top of Ira's. He closes his eyes and takes a few steadying breaths, focusing on the feeling of Ira solid and present against his back. He leans back into the touch and Ira shifts closer to him, lips finding the back of his neck, pressing soothing kisses on his skin.
"C'mere," Ira murmurs, tugging Sydney back down to lie next to him, holding him against his chest and combing his fingers through his hair soothingly. They lay like this for a few minutes, Sydney resting his head against Ira's chest, listening to the thump of his heart, his bare skin soft and warm.
"Better?" Ira says eventually.
"Mm, yeah," Sydney mumbles, feeling his eyelids start to droop again. Ira watches, waiting, an unreadable expression on his face.
"...I'm here now, alright?" Ira whispers, kissing the crown of his head when it seemed like Sydney was asleep again. "Right here, darling. Not goin' anywhere."
Sydney cuddles closer to him, wrapping one arm around his waist and Ira lets out a muted squeak of surprise, cheeks dusted pink. Sydney's not sure how long it takes him to fall back asleep, Ira now murmuring reassuringly in his ear and brushing his fingers through his hair, but he doesn't wake up again until the sun streaming through the curtains is too bright against his eyes, still pressed against Ira's chest in the same position he'd fallen asleep in, safe and sound.
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