#“I've got you.”

[jellyfishinc]

Hello! Hope it's okay if I send a suggestion for the drabble game 🥰 How about 71 "I've got you" for the brothers? No rush of course! 💖

For @silenzahra

It goes without saying the Mario Brothers have a twin bond.

A twin bond that’s always kept them connected, even when they were babies.

We all know the story of how that twin bond helped Mario save Luigi with the help of a herd of friendly Yoshis.

But here’s what most don’t know: it’s also helped them when one of them is unable to voice what’s wrong with them.

Take for example when Luigi was getting bullied in middle school.

It took Mario a while to realize what was happening, but as soon as he realized the dread and fear he’d been feeling the past few weeks wasn’t his own, he didn’t hesitate.

The moment they got home, he confronted Luigi about it in their bedroom.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” is all Mario had the chance to say, before Luigi burst into tears and confessed everything.

Another is when Mario slid on the mud during soccer practice and twisted his ankle, and instead of getting it looked at, tried to walk it off.

Only Luigi knew the truth, because the sharp shooting pain in his own ankle wouldn’t leave him alone.

So when they made it home, Luigi pulled him into the bathroom and got to work icing Mario’s ankle.

“Don’t do that again.” Luigi ordered, and Mario knew better than to argue.

“I won’t.”

This was the norm for them growing up in Brooklyn, and no matter how intrusive it may seem at times, neither of them would give it up for anything.

So really, in the aftermath of the Brooklyn Battle, it shouldn’t have come as a surprise how quickly they picked up on how not fine either of them were.

Here they are now, trying to hide it from each other in their parents’ apartment in a rare moment when they have it to themselves, when it just comes right out.

“Why won’t you talk to me?”

“You’re not okay!”

The realization they’ve both spoken at the same time startles them, to where they don’t speak again, instead laugh awkwardly before going to their room to sit on their beds.

“We suck at this, don’t we?” Mario asks first, to which Luigi nods.

“Yeah, we do.” Then he says, “It’s weird, not knowing how you feel already.”

“You don’t?” Mario asks, surprised.

“No...” Luigi says slowly. “Why, do you?”

It’s a simple question, but it’s enough to completely throw Mario off by surprise.

“Lu, I feel everything.” Mario emphasizes. “I was so sure at least some of it had to be coming from you, but if you’re not feeling anything…”

This only serves to confuse them even more, until Mario muses out loud, “Even though you’re usually the one that feels everything, and I’m the one that’s constantly pushing everything away.”

“Everything?” Luigi repeats, then comes closer. “Show me.”

“What? No.” Mario shakes his head, but Luigi won’t let it go.

“Mario, come on. Show me. If you’re right, I need to see.”

Mario rolls his eyes, but proceeds to pull off his shirt, revealing the ugly bruises on his back from where he got tossed around.

“Mario.” Luigi gasps in horror.

“You weren’t supposed to see it.” Mario mutters, wincing when Luigi flicks him on the forehead.

“So what, you were just gonna let me think you were fine when you weren’t?” Luigi demands. “Did you think I would forget about our twin thing?”

“No.” Mario growls.

“Then why?”

“Because I forgot about it, okay?” Mario blurts out, stunning Luigi. “I was so caught up in exploring a kingdom full of mushrooms, going on some great adventure with a princess, I forgot I had a way to track you down the whole time, and never thought to use it, not even once.”

“Mario…” Luigi tries to reach out, but Mario won’t let him.

“Don’t. Please.” Mario begs. “We’ve had it our whole lives, always using it to suss out when we’re hiding something, and the one time it could’ve saved you, I forgot.”

Mario yanks his short back on, wincing. “But you didn’t forget, did you?” he says knowingly, no accusation in his voice.

Luigi wants to deny it, but he can’t, so he shakes his head. “No.”

“Of course not. You were alone and scared, while Bowser was doing God knows what to you, waiting for me to remember all I had to do was lean on our twin bond and you would’ve been saved sooner. But I didn’t. Instead it was a miracle I saved you at all. One wrong move…”

Here, Mario stops and clamps a hand over his mouth, trying to stop himself from screaming as he cries.

Luigi, for his part, just sits there and lets Mario cry on his shoulder, rubbing his back.

Then he says, “I knew about what happened on the rainbow road.”

The blunt statement is enough to get Mario to stop crying long enough to look at him. “Huh?”

“The night before the wedding. One of Bowser’s minions told us that Bowser would be getting married, and that we’d all be ritualistically sacrificed.”

“What?” Now Mario’s guilt has turned into anger, but that’s not what Luigi needs just yet.

“The monkey king guy filled us in on what happened. He said you were driving on a road made out of a rainbow, and one of those turtles with a blue shell came after you, and blew up the road. And when you hit the water, you got swallowed by a giant eel.”

“Aw, Lu…” Mario says guilty, but Luigi shakes his head.

“No. That’s not why I’m bringing it up. I’m bringing it up because I knew it wasn’t true.”

Mario’s eyes widen. “You did?”

“Uh huh.” Luigi confirms. “You said I didn’t forget about our twin bond, and you’re right. And it’s because I didn’t forget that I knew you weren’t dead, and that you would save me, one way or another.”

Now Luigi puts both hands on Mario’s face. “So why would you think for one second I’d care how you saved me?”

“But–”

“No buts.” Luigi says firmly. “We got pulled into a world we’d never known existed. And we were navigating it alone, for the first time in our lives. Honestly, if it were me, I couldn’t say if I’d forget either.”

Luigi pats Mario’s face in a light slap, then says, “So can we stop the pity party now?”

Now Mario’s the stunned one, then suddenly, he’s back to bursting into tears, grabbing Luigi tightly as he cries into Luigi’s chest.

“It’s okay, big brother.” Luigi whispers, stroking his hair. “I’ve got you.”

[autobot2001]

Past Trauma

Author: Autobot2001 Genre: Fanfiction Fandom:L Transformers Rating: T Warning: Panic attack Pairing: None Description: Jamie being in the ICU of the medbay brings back memories for Drift

Day 1; @whumptober-archive: Panic attack @flufftober, alt 1: "I've got you." @angstober: Again

Crosshairs and Drift don’t like to keep track of how many times Jamie has ended up in the medbay because of her condition. A moderate flare-up doesn’t mean Jamie could die; the memories of what the Autobots call the nightmare situation haunt Crosshairs and Drift. The situation affected Drift more than Crosshairs. No, no, no. Drift thinks as he listens to Ratchet. Not again. “Drift?” Crosshairs asks. He and Ratchet know what’s happening. “I’ve got you.” Crosshairs takes Drift to the ICU room next door for privacy. Ratchet leaves the two alone.

Crosshairs has Drift sit on the floor. He sees Drift is sweating. He feels Drift’s rapid heartbeat. All Drift can think of is Jamie declining and the nightmare situation. Crosshairs takes Drift’s hand, hoping to keep the panic attack from getting worse. “I can’t believe this is happening again,” Drift says. “I know. This isn’t something we can get used Ratchet is taking care of her,” Crosshairs knows he needs to get Drift to calm down. “Just listen to my voice. It’s going to be ok.” He helps Drift by doing breathing techniques. Relieved that Drift’s panic attack isn’t getting worse. After a few minutes, Drift is calm. “There you go,” Crosshairs smiles. “Thank you, Crosshairs.” “It’s ok. Getting used to this is difficult.” “No, even if this time will not be like the nightmare situation.” They sit silently by the wall. Crosshairs still holding Drift’s hand. For a short time, they stay in the calm room.

[zelkams-art]

in all timelines in all possibilities only you can show me this

[eastgaysian]

[podcastwizard]

because here's the thing here's the thing the question was not "would you be more surprised to run into a fairy or a walrus" the question was "would you be more surprised to find a fairy or a walrus AT YOUR DOOR" and while no, i do not believe in fairies and would be surprised to know they EXIST i would NOT be surprised to find one at my door. HOWEVER, if a WALRUS shows up at my door i have to contend with the fact that a walrus somehow made it to my apartment specifically and knocked on my door for god knows what reason. i would be more surprised to know that a fairy EXISTS, of course, but NOT that they're at my door, do you get me?

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

I am incredibly serious right now when I beg you all, please, and if you have Twitter or Tiktok or whatever to please spread the word: click on an author's profile on Ao3.

You want to know if an author has written more? Want to know if they're still writing? Want to see more from them? Want to know if they've written a trope or kink or sex scenario you enjoy?

Click on their name. And look at their profile.

I cannot tell you how many times in the last six months someone has read a new or newer fic of mine and said they (a new reader who has read nothing else I've done) "can't wait to see what you do next!" I've written 50+ fics and over a million words already.

"I don't know if you're still writing..." click on my profile. I am. I literally wrote a 128k+ fic for that ship last month.

"Would you ever do X?" "Please do Y!" I already did. Click on my name and look at my works.

Archive of our Own is a library. It's an archive. Not social media. It is your responsibility to fight back against the laziness that corporate algorithms have trained into you.

Click my author name. Just click it. Just click it.

Before you demand more, or ask if a writer will do XYZ, or wonder if the author still writing, or anything - click on their profile. Click on the author's profile.

I'm not trying to be mean or condescending or anything like that. I'm just exhausted. It's disheartening and frustrating to repeat myself ad nauseam, because someone couldn't take thirty seconds to do the tiniest bit of work to see if I've written lately, if I've written more for their ship, or scan my works to see if I've written what they're asking for. Please. Please. I'm begging.

Click the author's name, and explore before you ask.

[mistbix]

so i've been re-watching atla....... expect more art soon

[demaparbat-hp]

*pats Zuko's head* This bad boy can fit so many near-death experiences.

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Read For the Spirits Chapter VIII here!

[ask-the-rag-dolly]

hey guys can you watch over these critters for me thanks

[liimonadas]

a part of me goes out to all the monsterfuckers who are surely missing the old design. a bigger part of me is gay

[derpiedoxie]

I like the silly little new indie show

Someone give Pomni a cookie

[umblrspectrum]

happy solvermas

[fictionadventurer]

How did Treasure Planet manage to come up with the greatest aesthetic in all human history? Victorian elegance plus space-age flair, with just enough dirt and grime and wear and tear to make it feel real? A combination of traditional and computer animation that perfectly embodies the movie's blend of old and futuristic? How does it get any better than that?

[bixels]

In the past, people in the Animal Crossing community would make fun of Tom Nook as a sleazy landlord. Since then, he's really rehabilitated his image as this 'heart of gold' businessman (he's the one who puts bells and furniture in trees for you to find! he adopted orphans! he donates to charity!), but New Horizons genuinely paints the most devious version of him.

He's successfully privatized settler colonialism: you pay HIM to move to a "deserted island" (which apparently the oceans in the AC world are just full of) and start a colony that he is directly invested in. At best he's running a weird vacation package scam (you arrive on the island with no money and in debt for "using his services"). At worst, he's using you to set up company towns. For god's sake, he literally has his own fake currency that he forces you to use to pay off your debt. But don't worry, he's repackaged it in a way that definitely doesn't sound like an MLM scam: the Nook Mileage Program!

You're no longer just his tenant or his temporary part-timer, you're his business lackey. The entire tutorial section of the game has you spending actual weeks running around completing tasks and doing hard labor to set up his colony. You're even tasked with preparing his properties and finding buyers for them. No, you aren't a tenant anymore. You work for the landlord. You are directly responsible for finding tenants for him. And he doesn't even fucking pay you. Not for setting up town hall and museum, or his nephew's shop –– which is the ONLY store on the entire island that sells necessities –– or bringing KK Slider to town, or helping populate his town. Not a single cent. No, actually, you have to pay HIM to BUY infrastructure like bridges and stairs and park benches. And all the while, he's telling you're the "resident representative"; you get to call the shots! That the reward is the community's progress. That what you're doing is in everyone's best interest (but most importantly, his).

Since NH's release, people have done a lot of legwork to say that Tom Nook isn't a capitalist while the game shows him at his very worst. He owns the only general store in town. You're forced to use a phone that he modified and branded as his own. Buy Nook-branded furniture and merchandise at the self-serve kiosk in the town hall, a governmental building! There's no conflict of interest here!

But hey, if you're tired of being the landlord/business mogul's goon, you can also find work as a deluxe resort home designer for a company that also pays you in their special company currency that can only be used to buy their products instead of a real salary! Because that's what the Animal Crossing franchise needs! More vacation homes!!!

[sadmages]

In my mind palace my tav and Astarion are playing the exact same game of 5D chess and they don't realize it yet

[canisalbus]

If only Machete wasn't so distinctly white and waifish. Otherwise one could possibly use a lookalike to fake his death and just run away with vasco. But finding someone that resembles machete would be almost as hard as making the choice to end a life to save your own.

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