It's-a me, Luigi! @springjumper - Tumblr Blog

Paper Mario fell silent.

No, no n o, he had just gotten through one bad emotional experience, but this one might be arguably worse. That smile was so fake. So crafted to try to please him. He began to sway, crinkling up slightly. Why couldn’t he just’ve been less protective, and bring him on his adventures? So many people have jabbed insults at Luigi on his adventures– He was even MISTAKEN for Luigi once. Was that how it felt? Being mistaken for your more popular brother?

He fell. He told himself to calm down, but he turned into a heap of sobs and whimpers. I could’ve been a better brother. I could’ve done something correctly. Calm down, calm down, you’ll only make Luigi more upset.

He just couldn’t. He wanted to tell Luigi that things were not okay, that he needed to arrange something with him, to give him some kind of help–…

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... What?

“... Mario...?”

Luigi stood, stunned, as his brother crumpled to the ground, beginning to cry.

Jaw slightly agape, the younger of the two brothers took in the scene, blinking rapidly. This... Didn’t happen. Mario... Didn’t just fall to the ground, sobbing like this. Always, his brother put on a brave face -- a face that Luigi sought to emulate -- and even when a few tears shed loose, they proved to be quick, easy, and Mario hopped right back into the game again. That was his bro, always bouncing back, always leaping right back into the fray after a particularly difficult time.

So why, then, was this any different...?

Luigi didn’t say anything offensive, did he? Not that he could think of. He didn’t bring up the whole incident with Count Bleck despite the fact he thought about it constantly; he didn’t snap at him like he’d been tempted to, a haha yeah right in regard to brotherly favoritism. He’d held it back, because Mario didn’t deserve that treatment. Honestly, he didn’t deserve anything that Luigi provided him with: a foe, a dead-weight, a weaker clone of a better version of himself... So, why? Why here, why now?

Was Luigi simply that detrimental to Mario that even a simple smile at this point could reduce him to this?

It didn’t feel real at all. Nothing about this felt real. But then again, the world fell away to Luigi ages ago. This just especially stood out in that not-real scale. Perhaps that was why Luigi experienced numbness and shock at first. But it didn’t take long for the gears to turn, and suddenly a surge of nervous energy shot through him, making Luigi do a tiny leap before he approached Mario, eyebrows hiked high and paper fingers trembling.

“M-Mario! Wh-what’s wrong? I-I’m sorry, I-- I didn’t mean to upset you! I-I’ll fix it, okay? Tell me what I d-did, and I’ll fix it...”

That adventure before didn’t matter anymore. Only this did.

#3dflipper

3dflipper

Oh goodness…. Luigi… Actually thought like that? Lord, his life was just an emotional rollercoaster right now. First a pink gumball and 3-d Luigi, and now his Luigi– He frowned, looking off to the side.

“…Don’t-a say that, bro. He and other me have gone through more than we have. It’s not fair to compare yourself who has-a about completely different experiences.”

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Luigi had to hold back the temptation to let out a sardonic laugh, instead sheepishly smiling. His mind decided that now was a good time to twist everything into something ugly and mocking. Ordinarily innocuous, the action of Mario looking off to the side led to some rather nasty results--

He doesn’t even want to look you in the eye when he says that.

“Okay, okay. I won’t argue with you anymore.”

Backing down subserviently, Luigi just continued to smile because it was better that way. Mario probably had enough to worry about, anyway.

#3dflipper

3dflipper

Makes a confused, yet distressed noise.

“Luigi… I would never love anyone more than-a my actual bro, bro. We were all scattered. Trust-a me, I was thinking about you-!”

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“Mario... It’s okay. The other me -- he’s better than me, right? It only makes sense that you would like him more. Even I do.”

#3dflipper #:')

“... I’m like a prop at this point. I sit in the background and I don’t actually do anything.

“I-I bet he liked the other one better.”

#open #(( SO PAPER JAM IS NOW CANON FOR THIS BLOG BECAUSE ITS A GOOD GAME ))#(( I DONT MAKE THE RULES HERE ))

"I'm gonna do it! I'm gonna set off on my own adventure. That way I won't bother Mario and drag him down by staying here."

Said Luigi, as he just stared at his mailbox and did not move an inch.

#open

3dflipper:

“Mrrreow.”

“... Mario?” Blink. Blink. “What’s that you’re wearing?”

#3dflipper #are you a furry now #mario

genetic-psychikos-blog

A note about some of the chain psa’s going around

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aeternam-penumbra:

Do not be afraid to drop a thread with me.

If you are not feeling the muse, don’t sweat. I won’t blame you. You do not have to message me first saying you are dropping the thread. I get it, everyone has anxieties over that, and I can understand if the thought of confronting someone about wanting to drop their thread may be frightening to some.

If you find my reply hard to reply too, don’t sweat it! I’ll do my best to change it so it is. This shouldn’t be a chore, it should be fun for both parties!

If you can’t think of a reply, that’s more than alright as well. Give it time, one might come later. If not, I understand as well.

I will never blame you for dropping a thread. Please never stress yourself over it. Never be afraid to talk to me if you want, but if you are, I will not blame you for it. I have anxiety too, so I know how hard that is to do.

Backdated threads are also okay!

You find a muse for a thread that happened a few weeks ago? Great! Reply whenever you want!

Seriously, I don’t care if its months old. You want to pick things up after losing your muse? Awesome! I hope I can help you get back into things.

You do NOT have to reply to a Meme, or a Greeting if you don’t want too.

If I post a meme, its because I want to get the meme. If you have a response to that, GREAT! If not, that’s OKAY! Don’t stress yourself into thinking I want a reply every time.

I will try and post greetings for every new Follower, whether I follow back or not, I will try to get a Greeting out. You do not have to reply to these if you don’t want too. We do not have to turn them into a thread. We can plot something if you want, we can share a few backs-and-forths under it, but I won’t blame you for dropping it. Greetings are nothing more than a foot in the door for a roleplay partnership as far as I’m concerned, and if you’d rather their first meeting be plotted, then feel free to ignore the greeting! I only request that plotted, closed starters get replied too.

If we made a plot one day, and you are not feeling it the next, that’s okay too! We all get it. We get inspired from something we watched or read, but the next day realize it’s not as great as you thought, or you don’t want to do it anymore. That’s fine! I will always give a plot a day’s reprieve. If you do not bring up the plot the next day, I will assume you changed your mind.

TL;DR: Some people get anxiety, and it makes it really hard for them to admit when they want to drop a thread. No stress friends. I want all your threads with me to be as stress free and fun as possible. Roleplaying is a hobby, not a job, so there is no reason to get stressed out or have anxiety over it. I will never blame you for dropping a thread and not telling me about it. And you are always free to pick it up again later, or start a whole new thread with me.

Just...sits.

And stares blankly at a wall.

#open

Look, Flat Luigi. Life is a bummer, at times. It'll kick you in the arse. But not everything that goes on in your life is your fault. That's just what being a human is life. Some people may seem like they have better times than you, but they've had their hard times! Even Mario. Trust me, you'll realize this over time.

“... Yeah. I know Mario’s had hard times.”

That really didn’t make him feel any better.

"Hey, Paper Bro, you're not-a-looking so good...hehe, want a big bro hug?" Mario grinned, stretching his arms out wide.

“A-ah… Well, if you want one… But I dunno if I’d give a very good hug right now.”

Still, he tried. As much as paper could try to embrace 3D. (That almost sounded like a deep poem.)

#theredplumber

Mario? More like... Mari... no.

“... Uh.”

Some fun Munday asks!

♦: Relationship with your Muse.

♠: What's one thing you dislike about your Muse?

♣: Any headcanons about your muse?

♥: One thing you love about your Muse.

☾: Favorite moment from your Muse's canon, and why. (If your Muse is an OC, then favorite aspect of their story.)

☄: What you think of your Muse.

♪: Favorite song.

✫: Why you began RPing.

✽: Favorite season?

❂: The Mun's birthday. (Month and date--no year!)

☂: Favorite kind of weather.

✤: Favorite kind of food.

▲: The Mun's Zodiac sign. (Any kind of Zodiac works!)

●: If you could say just one thing to your Muse, what would it be?

☑: An OTP with your Muse in it (if you have any).

☒: A NOTP with your Muse in it (if you have any).

☁: Favorite part of RPing.

✉: Any RPers the Mun admires.

▶: A talent of the Mun's (besides RPing, of course!)

♬: Sing or say something! Post the link to it.

3dflipper:

“…”

He seemed to look down a bit, as Luigi flipped through a few pages, some mentioning the ‘mysterious’ Mr. L, others talking about the odd people he had met, Peach, Bowser, Luigi… In fact, the journal did go all the way back to his first adventure, but there was one page. The writing seemed somewhat shaky, as if Mario was having a hard time writing it.

Day ?’?’08

I’m shaking, h..honestly. I doubt we’re not going to get a game-over this time. We can’t even touch… That thing. Tippi is gone, Bowser is nearly defeated… I…I can’t even look at that thing. That thing… Is my brother. I had no idea… That I fought my own brother twice before this. Luigi… I’m so sorry I couldn’t protect you. …Worst of all, it has his voice. It has. Luigis voice. It’s looking at me right now. I…

It abruptly stopped, and the next page seemed to have Marios normal handwriting back.

Day ?’?’09

Haven’t picked up this journal for a while, now have I? Surprised Luigi didn’t find it… Should I tell him? No, I shouldn’t, I don’t want him seeing some of these entries, for sure… Ever since the events that fell about three months ago, everyone is still a bit shaken. Even Bowser hasn’t attacked yet. Thank goodness Luigi is alright, though. He seems happy and everything, but… I sincerely hope that entire experience will be forgotten in due time. I better keep a better eye on him. He’s certainly not weak, but I cannot allow events like this ever happen again! Maybe I should try to find some ultra mushrooms for him. His birthday will be coming up quite soon.

... Oh.

Luigi stared at the shaky entry for longer than he probably should’ve. He drew his fingers over the words, traced over them, that little unease spiking into full-blown anxiety, and the man was struggling to keep himself from shaking. Everything added to it -- the instability within the writing, the wording, knowing it was coming from big strong bro, who seemed to not be afraid of anything, but worse yet...was knowing that the source of anguish for this particular entry wasn’t some random entity that Mario came across.

No. Because it’d been him. This entry was about him. Or at least, the monster that he encompassed.

He could barely even process the next entry, his heart thudding fast and despite being made out of paper, the dangerous threat of throwing up seemed imminent. It even colored the next entry’s more positive view wrong, as if it was a front even Mario himself was putting on to himself.

Right. That was enough reading for now.

Gently, Luigi brought the journal shut, and held it out to Mario with a strained smile. “Sorry.” He honestly didn’t know what else to say.

Sorry for reading your journal like that when you didn’t want me to.

Sorry for getting myself brainwashed, then game over’d twice.

Sorry for fighting you, and making the whole thing harder on you.

Sorry for becoming

a monster.

#3dflipper

3dflipper:

He blinked for a moment, before biting on his glove- A surprising habit for Mario that Luigi certainly didn’t see often. Mario wasn’t exactly embarrassed about what was in there, but… He was more worried about the somewhat later entries.

“…S-Sure, bro”

Luigi tilted his head; what could Mario be apprehensive about him seeing in there? Shrugging it off, he picked up the journal (gingerly, of course), before leafing through the pages in order to come upon a random entry.

Day ?’?’08 I’m quite iffy about having Bowser join our team, but if he doesn’t do anything, I’m fine. I hope he doesn’t stab us in the backs, though… I hope Luigi is alright with all of this going on! Hopefully he managed to get somewhere rather safe….

Pretty innocent enough entry, although a pit of unease sank in Luigi’s stomach being reminded of that adventure.

“Still dunno why you hid this from me...”

And so, he continued investigation.

#3dflipper #should i prepare for heartbreak

3dflipper:

Oooooh no. He should’ve created his own secret room. Or, I donno, wrote in it anywhere else. He tugged at his collar, awkwardly laughing and rather worried that Luigi would be upset at him.

“U-Uh, yeah? Maybe? Probably?”

Luigi wasn’t...upset, necessarily. Rather, he was concerned because of Mario’s secrecy. Very obvious secrecy, at that. Surely he knew he could trust his brother with everything!

“... Can I read it?”

And perhaps he had a bit of curiosity, too. Wow, how selfish.

#3dflipper