Nov 6, 2024
Yay they shipped my Mario & Luigi Brothership copy. Let’s track it
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Yay they shipped my Mario & Luigi Brothership copy. Let’s track it
The company Nintendo chose to deliver my game:
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Something about seeing a wilted flower in the cold, cold weather is really having Sun go through it. He’s frozen in place, staring at this flower. The only indication that Sun isn’t a statue is the trembling exhale that passes through his lips.Â
 He hates this. He hates the cold, he hates the snow, he hates these memories, he hates these random flowers sprouting on his body and in his home, around him. He hates this dying flower. He HATES it.Â
There’s so many lit. They’re for those who she’s met here, and for those back home. Ismael goes through the names: Lily-Ann, Pepper, Piper, John-John, her teachers back at school, Kyrie, Zero, Nero, Anda, Judar, Reines, Nero’s Kyrie, Grimm, and so many others. They’re important to her she finds. She wants to get stronger not just for herself, but for her friends. For those important to her. She lights up three extra ones. The two deaths that she was the cause of and the man who escaped unscathed, physically. How is he? He had been there when two of his friends....
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She wants to get stronger so a friend won’t have to lose their friends again.Â
I’m sorry...I’m sorry....I’m really, really sorry.
Ismael licks her lips and swallows hard, A heavy sigh escapes her nose when eyes downcast, the flowers illuminate the river as it follows the flow. Eventually she lifts her gaze to watch in silence. Arms wraps around herself in a loose kind of hug.Â
Nick Valentine never came awake gradually as a synth, not in the few times he lost consciousness. If he was ever out, it was because he was put down forcefully.
He didn’t remember who’d knocked him out; he didn’t remember where he’d been or why.
It happened sometimes when he was re-set. Nick knew enough to keep his cool as his memories re-assembled, as the sound of his brain whirring back to life like a rusted motor filled his ears. His eyes finally opened and lit.
Nick was staring into another set of eyes; white-gold, wide, nearly popping out of the desecrated plastic and steel skull they were set in. The detective lurched before his body had even re-set its nervous system, driven on the very human reflex to get away from that skull.Â
He reached back to grip at something and pulled, and that something gave way. An arm slid-- not his own, but it looked like it-- hitting him in the face hard enough to stun him for a second.
Another body nestled against his, cold and steel and skeletal. Nick found himself lurching again as his nervous system tried to respond, tried to jump away like his brain was telling it too. He only sank lower.
It was like quicksand, a pile of steel and polymer and wide dead eyes. Nick gasped-- and screamed. He hadn’t heard himself scream for... years. It was terrified, haunted, angry.
An arm finally got out to shove another synth body aside, a leg kicked to shatter through plastic as Nick tried to pull himself out. His unconscious body had been discarded, it seemed, much like the rest of the destroyed Gen 1 seekers in the building.Â
Taken out with the trash. Again. Pulling himself out of it with reckless terror... again.
Nick was shaking too badly to get out himself. ...Again.Â
“Motherfucker-!”Â
Give us the nick breakdown
i’ll pop a real fucked up drabble soon then i guess you monsterÂ
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i hate washing machines so fucking much
She's sure her father would like these collections she's found at the beach. She's placing them in her basket. She'll be sure to give them to him if and whenever she arrives.
"..." The smile on her face nearly falters and there's an ache in her chest. Her head feels like it'll split right open, but the pain is dealt with by shoving whatever strange feeling arose and she continues down the sandy beach, humming to herself.