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anonymous asked:

What if Luigi was the baby that the Yoshi found and went on an adventure with while Mario was the baby stolen by Kamek?

It’s an interesting thing to talk about. There are a lot of possibilities but I think the most common one I’ve come across is Mario and Luigi’s personalities get swapped around; Mario becomes the scardey cat and Luigi would be the brave hero instead.

But I believe there would be more to it than that

Let’s look at Mario and Luigi. Now please let me direct your attention to this video; it highlights the important fact that Luigi is often caught in his own world. He analyses things, and is often cautious about proceeding with plans. It’s theorised in this that, under the influence of Kamek, his mindset has got to the point where he dreads something bad is always going to happen. No matter the situation. Everything, to him, always feels a lot better when Mario is there (since Mario is so optimistic it makes Luigi feel so much better).

Now if Luigi hadn’t been kidnapped by Kamek, high chances are this anxiety would never have developed. At least, Luigi would still be an overthinker, it’s just his way; but without the bad influence from Kamek, all that dread he had to suffer under, and instead being under the more positive influence of the Yoshi, there would have been nothing for this mental state to develop negatively. He would still be the sweet, kind, over thinking Luigi, but he would be much more confident and sure about the situation, and his own abilities.

Now what about Mario?

Well to answer that, let’s look at how Mario reacts to negative situations. Sure, we can all agree that in most Mario games, such as NSMB, or even games like Mario Sunshine or Mario Galaxy, if he gets a game over he’ll say “Oh no!” or “Mama Mia!”, with a disheartened tone. Quite tame yes; but then we have games like Mario Golf/Tennis/Party etc, where he gets pretty upset if he loses a game! And sure, every character has over the top losing animations for those games. But look at the ones from the Strikers games! Sure, most of them are still over the top, but they fit very well with each character. Neither of them I feel go too OOC

Until we get to Mario’s

I don’t know about you, but this is one of the few (if not the first time), we see Mario legitimately angry!

Now what does this have to do with his mental state?

Well if we cast our minds back to these posts of mine (and this one because I love this one!) they of which state the fact that Mario hates being seperated from Luigi. When Baby Mario noticed Baby Luigi was missing, what was his first thought? Go and find him! And in other games, Mario’s first thought is to always leap into action! No pauses, it’s just go go go!

Anytime something bad is happening, Mario wants to do something. He wants to fix things, he wants to make everything better. While Luigi often thinks logically before proceeding, Mario is more the physical doer: going in fists blazing because, to him, it’s better than just sitting around. But if it all goes wrong or he can’t do anything to help, he gets very upset.

And that’s interesting to note because, despite Mario being described by many as so optimistic, there seems to be a large amount of anxiety in his head, just as much as Luigi, but a different type of anxiety. He doesn’t want to fail other people and his loved ones. If he’s not doing something to help, or he can’t, he feels hopeless.

Now with that uncovered, let’s imagine if Mario WAS captured by Kamek. Obviously his first thought would be to escape the castle and find Luigi. But Mario is a baby, and Kamek would most certainly keep him under tight reins. Maybe lock him up somewhere. Luigi was terrified, but Mario would still put on a brave face. I mean, this is the same baby who didn’t even freak out when he saw Yoshi for the first time (they’re dinosaurs man, anyone’s first time thought would be they’re meat eaters!). But with being locked up and unable to get up and go, does Mario give up? No he’s stubborn! Mario’s reaction to things is to always DO something. So he screams as loud as he can. Screaming and kicking up a big fuss; surely Kamek would get tired of that? But no, that doesn’t work. Kamek would just ignore him. Probably get annoyed at first, but otherwise learn to ignore him. And remember what I said what happens when Mario doesn’t get positive results? He gets even more upset.

Eventually, his exessive screaming is reduced down to worry, and hopelessness. Worry for his brother. Worrying if he’s safe and coming to get him. And feeling hopeless in the sense that he’s failed. He’s failed in trying to get to his brother and all he can do is sit and wait. It’s an agonising feeling.

I feel like him being trapped by Kamek, would cause his mental state of “not wanting to fail”, to be blown into much bigger proportion. He would spend much more of his life not trying to fail. He would get snappy, he would get even more anxious about if he’s doing a good job. Much like how Luigi’s mental thinking was influenced negatively by Kamek, so too would Mario’s.

anonymous asked:

[TCW timeline] Obi-Wan is injured, Cody escorts him to Coruscant. Because of some medical reasons Obi-Wan has to stay awake. Cody makes him not to sleep, though it hurts them both.

“Sir.”

“Mm?”

“Sir, I’m going to need explicit permission to touch you.”

“I am sorely tempted to deny it,” Obi-Wan rasped, somehow managing to grin. He was swaying where he sat, two hours into the hyperspace trip to the nearest medical fleet, and had started to slur. 

“Sir.”

“Oh, very well,” the General huffed, and Cody, nodding, wrestled his head out of his bucket and, laying it aside, sat across from Kenobi in the cramped shuttle and reached out with gloved hands, lifting up a bearded chin to flash a handtorch into blown pupils, ignoring the immediate squirm under his palm as Obi-Wan’s half-hooded eyes flinched away.

“How are you feeling, sir?”

“Tired enough that you should stop using that damned honorific,” Obi-Wan mumbled. They had about another hour, Cody figured, before the poison overcame what he knew were prodigious reserves of the Force’s goodwill. The fleet, on the other hand, was ninety minutes out. 

“Given our difference in rank, I’m tempted to ask for indemnity against assaulting a superior officer,” Cody said lightly, and held Obi-Wan’s face more firmly between his palms as he felt a deep wobble resonate beneath him, trying its best to tilt his General sideways. “I don’t want to hurt you, keeping you awake.”

“Mr. Kix was quite clear,” Obi-Wan sighed, though he didn’t seem much bothered anymore by the fierce, quiet import of Kix’s instructions - You keep him awake, or he dies. “I can assure you… that…”

“Hey,” Cody said sharply, and administered what he guessed would be the first of many quick, firm taps to Kenobi’s cheek, which got him a pair of dulled blue eyes snapping briefly open and a nasty throb of disloyalty turning over in his own gut. “Focus.”

“I’m open to - suggestions,” Kenobi said, smiling again, and he was infused with a deep affection below the exhaustion, Cody could tell, something which was telling him he would survive. 

“Explain the history of the Jedi Code to me,” Cody said, grasping at straws but knowing, immediately, that he had made the right choice as Kenobi’s forehead creased in a frown and he let out a low whine. “You stop talking for more than two seconds, and I’ll slap you.”

“Oh,” Obi-Wan breathed, boneless and going limp. “This is indeed a day of grievous punishment.”

Cody laughed at that, hard, and it hurt; flattening his palm and bringing it to Kenobi’s cheek again hurt more, though he tried to fix it with a brief swipe upwards, a comforting drag of his fingers through the General’s hair. “Get started, sir. Two seconds.”

“Master Odan-Urr was born sometime before 5000 BBY,” Kenobi groaned, and Cody, holding his breath, began to count down the seconds.

anonymous asked:

modern au. Cody is a policeman, who stops Anakin for driving too fast, and his passenger, Obi-Wan, is like "Thank you!")

It had been an easy call to make - possibly the easiest of his career.

Most days, the sight of a cop car idling in the median was more than enough for drivers on the Coruscant City Parkway to slow down to just above the speed limit. There were some who decided to be adventurous and sneak by at 5mph over; those who indulged in ten above were risking it, but it really depended on Cody’s mood as to whether he was going to chase them, or, better yet, simply tag their plate number and let the central ticketing operation take care of it.

Sixty - no, fuck, sixty-two - miles over the speed limit, however, was not something he could really let slide. The battered Shelby Mustang, with blue and white racing stripes whipped by him so fast that his speed monitor let out an indignant, confused little chirp before eventually spitting out its reading; Cody stared, swore, and then fired up his lights.

At least the jackass would make him work for it.

Or not, which was confusing, because the second the errant driver caught sight of Cody thundering down on him he seemed to go as meek as a kitten. Almost immediately, the Mustang slowed right down, pulled through two lanes of traffic to its right, and fetched up on the verge with a sputter and a choke in its engine, heatwaves visibly rising from the bonnet.

“Could’ve saved us both a lot of trouble, man,” Cody grumbled, and reached across for his uniform cap and sidearm.

It was good he did, too, because one of the men in the car had gotten out of it, which was stupid, and was leaning against the guardrail like he intended to spend the rest of the day there.

“Sir,” Cody said clearly, “I’m going to have to ask you to get back in the car.”

“I completely appreciate that, Officer,” the man said, extremely politely, “but I’m afraid I am going to beg you for the privilege of staying out of this infernal machine.”

Cody blinked, and then, carefully, making sure he still had peripheral eyes on the man, ducked down to look into the car. There was another man still in the driver’s seat - barely more than a teenager - grinning ruefully at him through a mop of tangled hair.

“Are you related?”

“My ward. Somewhat to my regret,” the man said, though he sounded fond. He was smiling, now, bright blue eyes lighting up with weary mischief as he scraped copper hair back off his forehead. “I was not the one who taught him how to drive, I hasten to add. Also to my regret,” he added, somewhat more mournfully.

“Well,” Cody said, somewhat stumped - though he couldn’t help but admit that, massive endangerment of other drivers aside, this was just a bit hilarious. “I’m going to need his ID, and yours, and he’ll be getting at least three points on his license for this.”

“I don’t suppose you could make it six?” the man said hopefully.

Hah, Cody thought, and took a rather obscene amount of pleasure in writing out a very thorough ticket for Anakin Skywalker, registered in Mos Eisley; and even more, it had to be said, in pocketing the business card of one Obi-Wan Kenobi of Coruscant City’s Temple & Temple, LLP.

“For when he next needs bail,” Kenobi had said - though his wink had rather ruined the effect. 

All in all, Cody thought smugly, it had been a pretty fantastic day’s work…