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pianokantzart · 2 months
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for the ask prompt: ❤️‍🩹🤒
❤️‍🩹 Reunited after a long time apart 🤒 Needing to be looked after
Content warning: Injury and implied torture
Mario had a terrible feeling in the pit of his stomach long before he came home to find the house trashed and his brother missing, a halfway completed dinner strewn about the dented floor and smashed furniture. Naturally, Bowser was the first suspect, even if Luigi’s disappearance lacked the Koopa King’s usual showmanship. Whenever he stole something or someone he always made a scene, gloating and threatening, making his angle clear. This was the argument Bowser made when Mario fought his way into the heart of The Darklands, demanding his brother back. The King even allowed the plumber to search his dungeon unhindered, so long as he didn’t do any more damage or hurt any more minions. Sure enough, the search came up empty. Not even a scrap of green fabric could be found. A call to Elvin Gadd confirmed that King Boo was still in captivity. He had no guess as to what had happened, or who else Luigi might have made enemies with, but promised to investigate the matter himself. Princess Peach sent out a message to every ally she knew, asking for information regarding Mario’s missing brother. Sarasaland sent out a call of their own, as well as a few search parties, but no matter what reward was promised, or what powerful figures offered their services or support, all leads ultimately went nowhere.
As days passed into months, Mario stopped coming home, even after the horrible mess created amidst his brother’s abduction had been investigated and cleaned up. He stayed as close to The Mushroom Kingdom as necessary to keep Peach protected, but was often found in surrounding territories, peeking into hidden corners and asking questions. He was never inside when night fell, and instead laid sprawled out in open fields searching the skies for shooting stars. He knew the power of wishes. He intended to make as many as possible.
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After seven months, Luigi was finally found. Captain Toad and his Treasure Trackers discovered an ancient underground temple hidden deep within mountains of jagged black stone, just outside of The Darklands. Before they realized the location was a secret meeting place for magikoopa rather than a cache of treasure, they found a familiar man in rotted green clothes lying unresponsive in a cell, shackled and barely breathing. At once they went for help while trying with all their might to carry his withered body back to The Mushroom Kingdom.
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Once Luigi was safely delivered to the palace into the best care Princess Peach could offer, forces from The Mushroom Kingdom and Sarasaland alike raided the temple uncovered by Captain Toad. The magikoopa responsible never appeared, likely having heard word that their secret was unearthed, and wisely choosing not to risk their necks by returning to the scene. Bowser immediately went on the defensive, insisting that what happened to Luigi was outside of his jurisdiction. Mario’s brother had been found near The Darklands, not in The Darklands, and though his closest advisor was a magikoopa himself there were many others besides Kamek, who conducted their own business and research far outside of Bowser’s knowledge or control.
Books and journals were gathered and brought to The Mushroom Kingdom for further study. Their pages revealed that Luigi had been the subject of a long, grueling series of experiments, dealing with the darkest and most forbidden forms of magic. The magikoopa were trying to turn him into something– what it was was anyone’s guess, but a theory scrawled between the lines inferred that Luigi had some innate ability to attract dark forces– an ability that they wished to harness. What a joke. The mere idea would’ve been funny, had the results not been so horrible.
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“Hey. Breathe, bro. They’re trying to help.” Mario spoke gently as he could, struggling to keep his brother still as the nurse toads changed his bandages. It was difficult for Mario to keep hold of his brother’s hand, only because he feared gripping it too hard would break it. Every bone could be counted through his skin, turned an ugly corpse-like color by the combined efforts of magic and complete seclusion from sunlight. What remaining hair hadn’t fallen out in clumps had turned from dark brown to an ugly grey. The blisters of ingrown restraints and festering incisions shone bright red in the first stages of healing as the bandages were pulled away and replaced with fresh ones, all the while Luigi struggled, the hand that Mario didn’t hold swatting away the intruding toads with a strength only made possible by panic.
It would’ve been easier if Luigi could only see. His sight should’ve returned by now. It was said that his vision would be perfectly restored within three days. The medical examiners couldn’t find any direct physical damage done to his eyes. “Then again, the true extent of the harm will only be understood in time,” a doctor explained somberly, “physical injury combined with magic of this sort could harbor unexpected consequences. All we can do is wait, see what heals, and treat whatever we can as it comes up.”
“Luigi! Calm down!” Mario took both of Luigi’s wrists, and placed his palms against his own face. The initial response was aggressive, blistered fingers with missing nails wrenching to fight back until at long last Luigi recognized the feel of the mustache and soft round cheeks. He shivered, but stopped fighting, tears filling his clouded eyes as the nurses took advantage of the moment of calm to quickly finish their work. “I’m here bro, I’m here.” Mario continued in a broken whisper, struggling not to cry himself. “Nothing’s gonna hurt you while I’m here, got it?”
Luigi didn’t speak. He hadn’t spoken since he had been found, but he nodded. For now, that was more than enough.
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Mario wasn’t sure how long it would be until Luigi was deemed well enough to go home. Given what had happened the last time he was home, Mario was unsure if taking him back at all was a good idea.
But that was a problem for another time, and whatever concerns arose there was no doubt the princess would help however she could. When Luigi’s eyes finally developed to the point he could see large splotches of shape and color, Peach had his bed clothes changed from pink to green, and arranged to have some of the more opulent decorations exchanged for more simple, homey wooden furnishing. Every morning, the princess found time to personally bring Luigi’s breakfast, and every morning she asked him questions about his health and wellness, not minding at all if she was met with nothing but silence. She would later take Mario aside and ask similar questions, seeing to it both brothers' needs desires were met to the best of her abilities. That afternoon, the toads delivered boxes filled with books and trinkets that had been gathered from their home. After thanking them, Mario sat on a recliner next to Luigi’s bed and read aloud a hardcover fantasy he knew to be one of his brother’s favorites. Halfway through chapter four, he heard a raspy voice call up from the mound of jade-green cushions. “Hey, Mario?” Mario paused his reading, and bookmarked the page with his thumb. “Yeah, Luigi?” “Am I gonna be okay?” This was the fourth time he asked that today. When Luigi had finally regained his voice it was full of strange rhythmic repetition… statements and questions asked over and over and over again with little regard to the answers he received. Mario didn’t care. He was talking, that was something. He smiled, and answered the way he always did: “Heh, you’re doing better already.”
And that was the truth. The color was coming back to his face, his mustache was fuller, and his body had regained some of its old muscle and fat. Already Luigi was able to stand unattended, though he needed a cane in order to shuffle to his bedroom window and look out.
Luigi nodded and fell silent again. Mario opened the book back up and continued to read, not stopping until he heard a gentle snore of his brother gently drifting off to sleep.
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skullzy20 · 1 month
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I wanted an excuse to draw teeth
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galaxofmuses · 5 months
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Ya know the worst part of their EXE verse is that it takes place right after Sonic Forces and uhh...Eggman and his crew did some pretty messed up things to him and especially Infinite. To this day, Skyler really repressed those memories and he would just be upset every time he sees Infinite.
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leechblades · 6 months
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so for those who who've glanced at the about page - on the part about notable distinctions...
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the reason why shade has those scars on her back. her 'protest' against ix in the game wouldn't be the first time she's acted out of line or has gone against his wishes.
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Whumptober 2022 Day 14: Whimpering
Just the most pitiful, high-pitched animal sound. 
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A relatively quick one today. I liked the idea of just a progression of his facial expression changing.
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“... So, I heard that my ex and his girlfriend were kept locked away in some basement, the former barely alive and the latter practically a whild animal by the time they were found. After thirteen fuckin’ days...”
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“Lil’ to say, someone’s fuckin’ dyin’ t’night!”
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goldenpeng · 1 year
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@vishapsking said: “  who  did  this  to  you  ?  ”  //hello ! ^
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Red blooms on the edges of Xiao's vision. It sits there with familiarity, making it a comfort despite the agony running through his veins. Though his limbs shake, he still stands, attempting to meet Azhdaha properly. He knows his place, knows his worth, and will do his best to obey and rely the requested information. Gaze lowered, he finds the earth stained with blood, his blood. It continues to drip down, perhaps originating from the gash near his hairline or trailing down his chin from where he had bitten his lips raw. No matter. So long as his throat remains whole, he may yet speak.
"It was some of the River God's troups." he says. "I was...captured, and they attempted to coax information from me." For this purpose alone, they left his neck untouched. Unfortunately for them, Xiao is well trained in suffering and would sooner die than betray his master. Morax' kindness...it is more than he deserves, so he shan't make him regret the mercy he showed him.
His hand trembles as he procures the documents he had managed to salvage. Only then does he begrudingly notice that he stained them, too, in the color of rust. How foolish of him... "My lord, I did not speak. Once my karmic debt retreated enough to return movement to me, I disposed of the enemies and searched their camp. These...letters--" He forces his tongue into the right shapes, wills his body to cooperate despite its pleas for rest. "They contain...information about their next movements." He thinks he may be swaying, but his extended arm does not waver. It is crucial that these papers find their way to Lord Morax. Xiao's weakness, this pitiful display of his, already shames him, and Xiao won't allow himself to inconveniece his superiors further. "I...apologize...for this unsightly display."
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loaffofbred · 6 months
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on the same page
a normal qlandduo convo :)
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an-albino-pinetree · 2 months
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Critical sass levels.
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whump-in-the-closet · 10 months
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What does it take to break them?
The crack of the whip? Whispered threats of horror unending? Is it the slither of steel and the sight of their own crimson blood dripping to the floor?
How many times do you have to kick them to make them stay down? Once? Twice? A hundred times? Do it. And then kick them when they’re down to drive the point home.
Are they on their knees, begging for the smallest of mercies, like the dog they are? Or are they still defiant? With bared teeth and bleeding lips, do they curse at you still?
Still defiant, hm.
Perhaps they need a bit more incentive.
Drag in their loved ones. The ones they thought they saved.
Hold a knife to the lover’s throat. A gag in their sibling’s mouth. Beat their best friend unconscious.
See how long they remain defiant. Watch the biting curses falter and turn to sobbing. If they won’t beg for themselves, maybe they’ll beg to save the ones they love.
Once they start to beg, screaming for it to stop, crying for the ones they can no longer save, remind them this is all their fault.
Tell them that the others would still be alive if it wasn’t for their defiance.
Have they finally shattered beyond repair? Excellent.
There’s no coming back from the sobbing wreck they are. They’re throwing up and screaming but do you see the burning? It’s in their eyes still.
What does it take create a monster?
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terriblywhumpy · 1 year
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Once he was a prince…
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pianokantzart · 1 month
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Based on this ask from the other anon: https://www.tumblr.com/pianokantzart/741621832068775936/ive-seen-quite-a-few-times-the-scenario-where
How would the aftermath of this be like?
(For all who want a quick link, here is the ask the anon is referring to) It takes a long time before Mario finally realizes he'd been rescued.
The first little setback was E. Gadd and his questions. The scientist wanted to understand the depths of Mario's experience, both out of a desire to find a solution and out of scientific curiosity. As a result, he riddled Mario with too many questions too soon. "How realistic were the physical hallucinations?" "How accurately was King Boo able to create images based off your memories?" "Have you felt your perception of the world has become altered? fuzzy or dreamlike?" Luigi quickly escorted his brother out of the lab. He promised to write E. Gadd updates about Mario's wellbeing, but at that moment Luigi only wanted to take him back to The Mushroom Kingdom to heal.
The biggest setback was the nightmares, which kept Mario in a consistent sense of confusion about what was real and what wasn't. When he woke, he felt like the stage had merely been cleared for another disaster. He shouted accusations at his brother– that he was trying to fool him, that he was lying about everything, that he wasn't real. Luigi was finally able to make some headway with the help of Princess Peach. Slowly but surely they worked together to chip away at the doubt: there were details too exact to be falsified... pleasant sensations too real to be recreated in visions... tiny fissures in the nightmare realm that broke apart when prodded. One warm, sunshiny morning after a cozy, dreamless night, Mario sat at the kitchen table. Hearing Luigi hum as he poured coffee, smelling the stack of pancakes slowly piling up in front of him, and looking around at the pictures hanging on the walls and the nicknacks on the shelves and counters, he at long last realized that he was home...
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evegoldenwoods · 11 days
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Coworker
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whumpanini · 10 months
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"I know it hurts, I know. You can take it. That's a good whumpee. Good job, shhhh."
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streysteal · 11 months
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Whumptober 2022 Day 19: Repeatedly Passing Out
Fifty-five times he passed back out - and the one time he didn't...? 
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Finally done this one. I didn't think it would take this long, but I had the raw ink lineart done very quickly and then... Botta has so much hair. *lmao* Also just generally making it look clean and nice. Basically, my workflow is inking through the finished sketch on my light table aka my IKEA glass desk with a lamp underneath. And when that's done then taking my sweet time going over everything again and adding line thickness / texture / cleanness.
And somehow, for this one specifically, this took SO MANY HOURS. So it's only coming around by now. :')
Was texturing the nasal cannula before starting to wonder whether there's a reason they're made out of clear plastic, then decided there's probably no reason, THEN realized that you want all those oxygen-carrying little tubes / any tubes in general to be see-through so you know if blood comes back up. (Or anything else that is not air.) *lol* Well, whatever. It can still be clear, it's just for the visuals.
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