#space land

[harmony-bunny]

So, last time I did Bugs Bunny, Mickey Mouse and Minnie Mouse in Mario Party 2 costumes. It's only fair I do Lola Bunny next, right? Here's all of her costumes for each board. Hope y'all like. ^^

[obsydaen]

♱.Where Fate Found Me written by OBSYDAEN

warnings: Bus hijacking, gun violence, tense situations

a/n. Okay, I’ve been dying to post this chapter before I get buried in schoolwork again (─ ‿ ─). I really hope you enjoy it! Writing Y/N and Light going to Spaceland was sm fun, and I honestly can’t wait for you to read what happens next. I also loved this episode of the anime while working on it—it was a blast to bring it to life. I'm also rewatching the episodes as I write the chapters. Thank you so much for reading and for supporting!!

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕹𝖎𝖓𝖊

𝔄 𝔇𝔞𝔶 𝔒𝔲𝔱, 𝔒𝔣 𝔄𝔩𝔩 𝔗𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰.

The ringing cuts through my sleep like a blade.

I groan, half-buried under my blanket, mind still foggy as the sound repeats again-

'Beep. Beep. Beep.'

My eyes flutter open.

The first thing I see is my alarm clock.

I squint at it, confusion settling in.

7:52 AM.

“…That’s not right,” I mumble tiredly.

I didn’t set an alarm. There’s no school today—classes were cancelled so we could focus on studying for the entrance exam tomorrow. Everyone had been very clear about that. Rest. Prepare. Don’t exhaust yourself.

So why—

The sound comes again. Louder this time.

Not the alarm.

My phone.

I blink, finally registering the vibration against the wood of my bedside table. I fumble for it, the screen lights up immediately, searing white against the dimness of my room.

“…Eight in the morning...who in their right mind-” I mutter, voice thick with sleep.

I blink once. Twice.

The name on the screen sharpens.

Yagami Light (nonchalant guy)

I sit up so fast the blanket slides off my shoulders.

'Light?'

My thumb hesitates over the screen.

'Why is he—'

I answer.

“Hello?” My voice comes out softer than I expect. Still half-asleep. Still not fully guarded.

“Good morning,” Light says calmly. His voice is clear. Awake. Focused.

I glance at the clock again. “It’s… early,” I voice, rubbing my eyes.

“I know,” he replies without apology. “But I wanted to ask you something before you get other plans.”

That alone wakes me up a little more.

“…Okay?” I say carefully.

There’s the faintest pause on the line—

“Would you like to go out with me today?”

Silence.

My brain short-circuits.

“…Out?” I repeat, stupidly.

“Yes,” he continues evenly. “To Space Land.”

That wakes me up fully.

“Sp— Space Land?” I echo, pushing myself upright, curls tumbling into my face.

“Yes. It’s a popular amusement park. I thought it might be… refreshing.” Another pause. “And after that we can study in that same café we went to.”

'Space Land?' 'I guess it could be refreshing...'

I stare at the wall across from my bed, heartbeat picking up—not fear, not really. Surprise. Curiosity. Something warm, uninvited.

Yagami Light is asking me out. On the day before one of the most important exams of my life. At eight in the morning.

'Is this a stress-management strategy? A distraction? A test? Why now? Why me? My mom would never allow this.'

But another thought pushes through, quieter and more honest:

'I moved across the world to experience Japan. To live, not just study.'

'And I’ve never been to an amusement park here.'

“I—” I hesitate, then let myself smile faintly. “I’ve never been to Space Land.”

“That’s fine,” Light says smoothly. “Neither have I.”

That surprises me.

“You?” I ask. “Really?”

“I don’t usually go out of my way for things like that,” he admits. Not embarrassed. Just factual. “But a change of environment can improve cognitive performance. Especially before an exam.”

There it is again. That precision. That logic.

I swing my legs over the side of the bed, feet brushing the cool floor.

“…You know what?” I say, decision settling in my chest. “Yeah. I’ll go.”

There’s a beat of silence.

Then—satisfaction. Subtle, but there.

“Good,” Light says. “I’ll meet you at the station at nine.”

“Wait—nine?” I glance at the clock again. “That gives me an hour.”

“That should be plenty,” he replies calmly. “Get some breakfast. Dress comfortably.”

“…You’ve thought this through,” I say lightly.

“Of course,” he answers.

We hang up shortly after.

I sit there for a moment, phone still in my hand, staring at nothing.

An amusement park. With the prefect. The day before the To-Oh entrance exam.

This is either a terrible idea—or exactly the kind of experience I came here for.

I stand, stretching, heart beating a little faster than it should.

'Just an outing.' I tell myself. 'Just a day with Light..'

I don’t get dressed right away.

Instead, I turn toward the bathroom, still half-wrapped in sleep, and twist the shower handle before I can think myself out of it. The pipes groan softly, then warm water begins to spill down, steam curling into the air almost immediately.

I peel off my pjs and step in, letting the heat sink into my shoulders, my neck, down my back. The water beats steadily against my skin, washing away the leftover haze of sleep and the faint tension that’s been sitting in my chest since the phone call.

I tilt my head back and let it run through my hair.

My curls drink it in, loosening, softening as I work shampoo through them with slow fingers. The scent blooms—clean, faintly floral, something calming. I rinse before pinning my hair up.

The warmth is grounding.

By the time I step out, towel wrapped around me, my thoughts feel clearer—quieter. The mirror is fogged, my reflection blurred, but I catch the movement of my own eyes anyway. Awake now. Present.

I dry myself, then reach for the lotion on the counter.

It’s one I’ve had for years. Subtle. Expensive without trying to be. The scent is soft. I smooth it over my arms, my shoulders, my legs.

Once my skin is warm and dry, once my curls are refreshed, dried and my makeup is done, then I return to my bedroom.

Autumn has settled in properly now—the kind of cold that seeps in overnight and clings to your skin no matter how warm the blankets are. I shiver faintly as I stand, toes curling against the wood, and cross the room toward my wardrobe.

I reach for the thermal stockings without hesitation. The fabric is smooth and warm as I pull them on, grounding, a shield against the cold. Then the skirt—black, tailored, sitting perfectly at my waist. Simple. Elegant. Something that looks effortless because it is.

Next, the sweater. I hesitate only a second before choosing it. Soft. Thick. Cashmere, It hangs perfectly in the way only well-made things ever are.

I pause at the mirror again, smoothing it down.

Practical. Comfortable. Nice.

As I finish getting ready, my hands reach for my shoulder bag, fingers brushing over the lucky charm for a moment.

It's a small cherry trinket.

…from an old friend in Belgium. We’d met years ago, back when we were both in an elite prep school. We had passed this small shop and my eyes had lingered on the charm. She had pressed it into my hand one rainy afternoon when we were having lunch, telling me, “For luck… you’ll need it in Japan if you still want to be an exchange student next year.”

It was nothing fancy—just a small cherry trinket, slightly chipped at the edges now—but I’d carried it ever since. Across countries, across time zones, across moments that demanded courage I didn’t always feel I had.

I press it lightly between my fingers again, feeling the smooth edges, the weight of her confidence tucked inside. Kaede reminds me of my old friend in a way—they both have that effortless, bubbly energy, that kind of confidence I lack.

And then my thoughts drift to Light.

'Light doesn’t do things without reason. He hasn't ever been to Spaceland. it all feels purposeful.'

'Is there an ulterior motive?'

'Does he want us to be closer then? Become friends.. maybe.'

I take one last breath, sling my bag over my shoulder, and step toward the stairs,

I pause at the bottom of the stairs, expecting the quiet hum of the house to greet me—but Aiko and Tanaka are already in the kitchen, mid-morning calm.

“Y/N?” Aiko’s voice is a mix of surprise and curiosity, her hands paused over a bowl of fruit. “It’s… 8:40 in the morning. you're up already?”

I manage a small smile, adjusting the strap of my bag. “Yeah… I, um, have plans.”

Her eyebrows rise, just slightly. Tanaka blinks slowly over his newspaper, muttering, “Plans… this early?”

I shrug lightly, trying to keep my expression neutral. “With my study friend.”

Aiko tilts her head, giving me a warm, faintly amused glance. “Alright… just don’t skip breakfast entirely, okay? Like yesterday...” she mumbles out the last part.

I grab a small plate of freshly cut fruit she hands me, the colors bright against the white of the kitchen counter. I sit at the edge of the table, picking at the pieces while my mind drifts forward to Spaceland. The sweetness grounds me, but I can’t ignore the curiosity bubbling inside. My stomach feels funny- I have never went on a date after all.

Black boots now hug my feet snugly, jacket zipped just enough to trap warmth, and a soft shawl draped around my shoulders, shielding against the crisp fall air.

I glance toward my parents once more. “I’ll… really thank you both properly later. You’ve been incredible host parents.” my thoughts drifting to potential high branded gifts.

Aiko’s gaze softens, and she reaches over to squeeze my shoulder gently. “You don't have to.”

I smile, warmth spreading in my chest. “I mean it, Mom.”

Her eyes catch mine, the quiet pride and affection clear in the subtle curve of her lips. For a moment, everything feels safe and normal.

“Bye, Mom! Bye, Dad!” I call, my voice bright, carrying the warmth I feel inside.

The door clicks shut behind me, muffling my footsteps as I walk down the porch. The crisp fall air hits my face, but inside the house, a different warmth lingers.

Tanaka leans against the doorway, arms crossed, brow furrowed in a mix of confusion and amusement. “Wait… did she just call us… ‘Mom and Dad’?” His voice is low, almost disbelieving, as if he’s double-checking that he heard correctly.

Aiko standing nearby, lets out a soft laugh, eyes shimmering. “She did,” she says, shaking her head gently. “And she said it with such… sincerity. It wasn’t just words, Tanaka. She even called me 'mom' yesterdag night!”

He exhales, a small, reluctant smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Huh… well, I suppose that’s… nice. Really nice.”

Aiko’s gaze softens as she glances toward the door where I just left. “It’s funny, isn’t it? How quickly someone can make a house feel more like home.”

Tanaka chuckles quietly, straightening. “Yeah… she has a way of doing that, doesn’t she?”

They exchange a look, the kind that speaks volumes without words. Pride, warmth, and a little astonishment at how this exchange student, so far from her own family, has managed to touch their hearts already.

Aiko reaches out to press a kiss on his cheek. “I think… we’re going to like having her here.”

Tanaka nods, a rare softness in his expression. “Definitely. She… she fits, doesn’t she?”

A small, contented silence settles over the room, the kind that feels like breathing easy after a long day. Outside, the wind rustles the autumn leaves, but inside, the house feels fuller—warmer, brighter.

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I’m standing under the bus shelter. My phone glows in my hand as I scroll absentmindedly through apps, the world around me blurred by the quiet hum of the morning. A bus whooshes past, wheels hissing on wet pavement, and I glance up, squinting against the pale sunlight.

From the distance, a figure moves toward me—tall, composed, his steps smooth. He’s wearing a black shirt tucked neatly into light jeans, a crisp white jacket over it, and clean white sneakers.

Behind him, unaware to me and the people around us, an unnatural winged figure hovers, drifting through the air.

“Sorry, did I keep you waiting?” Light’s voice is even, his dark eyes meet mine.

I blink, momentarily flustered, my fingers tightening around my phone. “No! Not at all,” I manage, voice higher than intended, heat creeping into my cheeks. I step slightly closer, smoothing my curls with one hand, trying to look composed.

“Good,” Light tilts his head just slightly, a small, calculated observation, before sliding into the space beside me. We begin walking side by side along the quiet street, the morning sun casting long, pale shadows across the pavement.

“I didn’t realize Space Land opens this early,” I say, trying to make casual conversation, though my voice feels smaller than usual.

Light glances at me briefly, dark eyes calm but assessing. “It’s better to arrive early,” he replies smoothly. “Fewer crowds. More control over what you experience.” His tone is neutral.

I nod, following his pace.

We reach the bus, and I step aboard. The smell of subtle dustiness fills the space. Light moves beside me, calm and composed, and I follow his lead toward the seats just before the back row.

He gestures for me to sit first, tilting his head slightly. I obey, sliding into the seat, the faint softness of the cushion pressing against me. He follows without a word, settling beside me.

The two of us sharing a quiet space that feels slightly separate from the other passengers. I tuck my bag on my lap, fingers brushing the cherry charm once again, and take a small breath.

“Light…” I begin hesitantly, trying to sound casual. “Do you… think it’s wise to… hang out right before the entrance exam?” My voice wavers slightly toward the end, betraying my concern.

I glance up, mid-sentence, and notice a man walking past our row. His movements are quick, almost like he’s hiding something without drawing attention to himself. My stomach twists. He slides into the seat directly behind us, eyes forward but clearly taking in more than he lets on.

I shift slightly, uneasy, but keep my attention on Light.

Light’s dark eyes flick toward me briefly, calm and assessing as always, then return to the window beside me. “It is wise,” he says smoothly, voice neutral. “It'll do us good before the exam. Too much tension clouds judgment. You’ll perform better if you’re neither fatigued because of studying nor anxious.”

His answer is logical and reassuring.

I swallow, nodding faintly. “Right….Okay” My words feel small, almost trivial, but I can’t quite shake the awareness that someone’s observing us.

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The bus hums steadily beneath us, engine vibrating through the floor. I’m just beginning to relax—just barely—when the bus slows.

The brakes hiss.

We pull up to a stop and the doors open.

A man steps inside.

His eyes dart once across the bus before he moves forward, hand buried in his coat.

My gaze switches to Light, his eyes are shut, as if he’s resting.

The doors close.

A sharp click cuts through the low engine noise.

Metal.

The man at the front raises a gun, pointing it straight at the driver. The driver gasps, hands trembling on the wheel. My breath catches once I realise what's going on.

“Stay in your seats unless you want to die.”

The words slam into the bus like a physical force.

Someone whimpers. A woman lets out a small, broken cry.

“Everybody shut up!” the man snaps, voice cracking with rage. “If anybody moves, I’m putting a bullet in their head.”

My hands curl into each other in my lap, fingers digging painfully into my palms. My heart is pounding so hard I’m sure everyone around me can hear it.

The man turns to the driver. “You—driver. Call Space Land’s office. You’ve got the number.”

“O-okay,” the driver stammers.

As he fumbles for the phone, the man snatches it from him mid-call, swinging the gun toward us. I squeeze my eyes shut immediatly.

He speaks into the phone, voice wild and shaking. “Have a female staff member bring all the cash from yesterday. Two stops from the park. Don’t make me wait.”

I’m trembling now. My hands are clasped so tightly they ache. My breath comes shallow, uneven.

Then—

A gentle pressure.

Light’s fingers tap lightly against my thigh.

I flinch and open my eyes.

He’s holding a small piece of folded paper, angled so only I can see it.

"Y/N, don’t be scared. As soon as he turns around, I’m going to grab the gun out of his hand."

My chest tightens.

'That’s insane.'

'That’s—dangerous. What the hell Light?' I think.

Before I can react, the man sitting behind us is leaning forward, eyes fixed on the note.

He whispers, urgent. “Don’t be stupid. That’s risky. If it comes to that, I’ll handle it.”

Light doesn’t look back. He begins writing again.

The man exhales sharply. “It’s fine. We don’t need to pass notes. He won’t hear us over the engine.”

Light crumples the paper and slips it into his pocket.

Then he speaks, calm but sharp. “Do you have any proof you’re not his accomplice?”

I freeze.

“Accomplice?” I whisper, fear creeping into my voice.

“Yes,” Light continues evenly. “I’ve read about this. The first hijacker acts alone. The second pretends to be a hostage—stays in the back in case something goes wrong.”

I glance back at the man properly this time.

Now that I look… his posture is too controlled. His eyes too focused. 'I thought he was a bit suspicious when he entered the bus, but...'

“You… you really think he is one?” I murmur.

The man stiffens.

He hesitates—then reaches into his coat and pulls out a wallet, handing it to Light with a shaky breath. “Here. That’s your proof.”

Light opens it.

His lips curve—just slightly—before smoothing back into neutrality.

“FBI,” he murmurs, handing it back. “I trust you.”

I catch the grin before it disappears.

My stomach drops.

The hijacker moves toward an elderly couple, screaming at them. My heart feels like it’s tearing itself apart.

Light’s confidence doesn’t waver.

We’re safe, he seems to think.

Then—

A crumpled piece of paper slips from his pocket.

It flutters to the floor.

Light gasps, bending down.

I gasp too, instinctively clutching his arm to keep him seated.

“Don’t move!” the hijacker screams, gun snapping toward us.

I press closer to Light, breath hitching.

The man snatches the paper, reads it.

“…Plans for a date?” he scoffs, tossing it back. “Stupid kid.”

He turns away.

Light smirks faintly.

The bus roars as we pass under a bridge. The lights dim and the air feels heavy.

I’m gripping Light’s arm now, knuckles white.

Then—

“Huh?”

The hijacker turns.

His face drains of color.

“What—who the hell are you?! You in the back!”

I don’t see anything. But the hijacker does.

Ryuk steps forward.

“You can see me?”

Gunshots explode through the bus.

I flinch and duck as Light yanks me down with him, shielding me instinctively. Bullets tear through windows, glass raining down.

The hijacker is freaking out now.

Panicking.

Ryuk laughs.

Osoreda's screams die down, and he continues to pull the trigger but is out of bullets. He stops pulling the trigger but continues to point the gun at Ryuk. His frantic gasps of fear continue and can be heard under Ryuk's words. "Anyone who touches the Death Note can see me." "I have to stay 'til the Death Note is finished or I see you die—whichever comes first." And "a Shinigami can't die from being shot." "I've said all these things at one time or another. Well, he is the top-ranked student in the country. Guess I shouldn't be surprised."

Raye gets up from his seat and runs past Ryuk and towards Osoreda. Osoreda runs forward, panting, then stops behind the bus driver, wrapping his arms around him "Stop the bus!"

"Let me off!"

The bus screeches to a stop, tilting and hitting the curb. The door opens and Osoreda runs out onto the street, falling to his knees. Tires can be heard screeching against pavement. Osoreda turns his head and sees a car attempting to come to a halt.

And then—

A crash echoes outside.

Everything goes still.

I stare out the window, frozen, horrified.

Blood pools on the pavement.

Light's hand comes up gently, fingers firm but careful as he turns my face away from the window. I don’t resist — I don’t even think. The motion is smooth, practiced, as if he’d already decided this was necessary.

“Don’t look,” he murmurs, low enough that only I can hear.

He shifts closer, one arm lifting just enough to guide me forward. My forehead presses lightly against his chest, the warmth of him grounding in a way I wasn’t expecting. His jacket smells faintly clean — soap and something sharp, familiar.

His other hand settles at the back of my head, shielding my view completely, blocking the world outside the bus.

I can still feel the tension in his body — coiled, alert — but his grip never tightens too much. It’s protective, deliberate. Calculated.

The outside world fades.

The blood. The horror.

All of it disappears behind the steady rise and fall of his breathing.

I swallow, fingers curling instinctively into the fabric of his jacket. My heart is racing, but here — like this — it slows just enough to remind me I’m still alive.

Light doesn’t say anything else.

His eyes flick to me—calm. Controlled.

“Eleven forty-five,” he thinks.

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕿𝖊𝖓

[y2kbeautyandother2000sstuff]

Mario Party 2 Space Land

1999

Stills taken from Youtube, user NintedoMovies

[izagarsart]

In a Botanic Sage’s stream, Luigi got blasted at point blank range by Bowser’s Coin Beam on Space Land. So Sho wanted a version of him acting like Hades at the end of Shadowbringers for the meme. I have no idea how it came out halfway decent as a meme artwork LMAO.

[ninebaalart]

Space Wah-Dyssey

I always liked the costumes from Mario Party 2 and I like Wario so basically great post

[oktaviaslabyrinth]

Visit Original Link

Space Land // Mario Party Superstars (2021)

[jacscorner]

Random Thoughts @ 2 AM

Something I've been really wanting to do lately is do an ask blog. Like, I think that era of Tumblr is kind of over, if not just dying lately, cause a lot of the blogs I followed back in the day are in the dirt, but there's still some out there. I tried one for a bit some time ago, but I wanna make it separate from this blog. Like, I'd maybe 'promote' it here, but for the most part, I just think it'd be fun cause I think that kind of story telling is just really fun and interactive.

And if there's one kind of ask blog I liked were the wacky AUs. Undertale and MLP cornered the market hard on these, but, like, they were so fun and creative and I can't help but smile a little fondly over some. And I think Tumblr is just the perfect powderkeg for AU stuff back in its prime.

Personally, I think "Space" and "Sci-Fi" are my favorite kinds of AUs. Just injecting a good amount of Sci-Fi flavoring can create interesting dynamics and storylines. Like, here's just a few I'd wanna start and actually might:

☆ A bunch of Pokemon Protagonist exploring Ultra Space and hopping dimensions in a space ship!

☆ Pinkie Pie as a spaceship captain, with a crew of randoms as they go from planet to planet doing daring do.

☆ Space Land from Mario Party 2, but taken to the extreme. With maybe either Donkey Kong or Princess Daisy as my main lead for pulp sci-fi adventures against Blackhole Bowser.

♡ An ask blog about Pauline as the mayor of New Donk City, with Samus as a reoccurring guest character/long-distant girlfriend.

☆ My favorite MHA Characters being put in the role of Voltron-ish Mech Pilotes. (Definitely not likely since that implies I can draw Mecha well, lol)

☆ Animal Crossing characters in a Space Opera with Mecha. Think Super Robot Wars or maybe even Into the Breach.

☆ Star Fox 2 blog, following Slippy Toad and Fay.

♡ Something more story focused; Captain Syrup kidnaps Princess Daisy and chronicling how that goes. Maybe with Luigi to rescue her. Super Luigi Galaxy...?

♡ Samus Aran, but as a Wild West Bounty Hunter instead of a Cosmic One. Maybe with guest stars from other Nintendo characters.

♡ Samus Aran falls from space into Hyrule. Maybe takes Link's roll or maybe goes on an adventure with Link. Would definitely have Samus X Zelda - come on, Link has, like, 4 other girls he can romance, I wouldn't be leaving him out in the cold.

♡ A Bean the Dynamite dedicated blog. Taking some inspiration from the comics, but with my own spin.

♡ A big Fairy Tale/Folk Tale crossover with Femboys and Maid Cafes.

Fuck, plugging all of these is gonna take me a while...

[captainhysunstuff]

It was hilarious in the manga that Yuri defied Light’s expectations and insisted on going to Space Land in spite of the traumatic event she just witnessed (and was an unwitting pawn of).  Almost as if she wanted to crowd those thoughts out with some amusement park shenanigans with a hot nerd who, last she heard, was unavailable due to studies...  Henh, I just wanted to draw her a little bit pissed off at Light trying to flake after everything she’d been through that morning.