#got it 👍🏾

[falllpoutboy]

acting like that the whole baseball game-

[kittykatninja321]

There are vast amounts of people on the good batdad/ bad batdad debate completely lacking nuance because no one seems able to grasp the idea that a parent can be loving and protective of their children and still do other shit that is questionable or straight up unacceptable. On one half you have like tiktokkers or whatever who take “bad dad Bruce” and run with it and act like he’s the devil incarnate and make up scenarios where he’s like selling Tim to one direction or some shit. And then on the other half you have people who see that and go “no you’re wrong he’s a great dad” and show a panel of him being nice one time as if that negates all of the numerous canon instances of Bruce’s being certifiably insane to kids. He isn’t awful all the time but that doesn’t mean he’s never been awful. Another thing this conversation neglects to take into account is that they don’t all get the same dad. Dick’s experience is different from Jason’s/Tim’s/Cass’s/Damian’s. Bruce has never hit Damian because comic book writers think it’s only acceptable for him to hit his adult sons!!

[sunsetsandsunshine]

Knock knock~ Hey I saw how you wanted some tickle requests for rise, how bout something like lee!Mikey and ler!Donnie. Maybe Mikey Is being Mikey and Donnie wrecks him with tickles?

~ 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 𝚟𝚜. 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎’𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 ~

💜🐢🧡 𝙵𝚒𝚌 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢: @rice-cake-teen10 💜🐢🧡

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙰𝙹𝚂𝙷𝙳𝚈𝚆𝙹𝚂𝙷 𝙷𝙸 𝙼𝙾𝙾𝚃𝙸𝙴 🫶🏾💖💕✨!!! 𝙸 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 (𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍) 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚘 𝙸’𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 🫠💔. 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚈𝚈𝚈 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚋𝚞𝚞𝚞𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚋𝚟𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗. 𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 💞˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*＊·̩̩̥͙

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝟸,𝟷𝟷𝟷

𝙻𝚎𝚎: 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 🐢🧡

𝙻𝚎𝚛: 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎 🐢💜

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 (𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢’𝚜) 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢’𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖, 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝟸𝟺/𝟽! 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢’𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚍. 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚝’𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎…

(𝙰/𝙽: 𝙳𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚞𝚢! 𝚃*𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚔/𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝙳𝙽𝙸!!! 𝙾𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚢𝚑𝚢𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚙𝚑𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚠—)

𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚜: @shut-up-jo @someone1348 @saturnzskyzz @savemeafruitjuice @saturnzskyzz

@my-l0v3r-v3rse @titters-and-tingles @cedarrthefluffylee

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐…𝚞𝚑 𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎’𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 🫠👍🏾

𝚃𝚆: 𝚂𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐— 𝚢𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚕𝚕𝚕 🤩🫶🏾

*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙻𝙰𝚂𝚃 𝙵𝙸𝙲 𝚁𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚃 𝚆𝙾𝙾𝙿 𝚆𝙾𝙾𝙾𝙾𝙿!!! 𝙴𝙽𝙹𝙾𝚈 𝚈’𝙰𝙻𝙻!!!˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

“Donnnnniieeeee!” Mikey whined loudly, bursting into his older brother’s room completelyunannounced, basically breaking off the hinges of the door just to get inside. 

The scientist in question fought back the irritated groan that was bubbling in his throat as his brother walked in, continuing to type on his computer as the box turtle inched closer and closer towards him. “Michaeeeelllll.” Donnie replied without looking up from his device, his monotone voice not quitematching the same enthusiasm as his sibling’s when the youngest called his name— but close! 

To an extent, anyway.

“What is it that you require, Michael?” The purple loving turtle asked, “I’m quite busy right now.” 

The youngest turtle bit back a groan, crossing his arms and raising one of his eye ridges disapprovingly, “Busy doing what? All I see is you typing on your computer like you work a nine to five.” 

“Dealing with you is like working a nine to five.”The taller turtle retorted, “But anyways, while you’re here, I would very much appreciate it if you looked over my coding for one of my inventions.” The elder went into a file and as a result, a handful of numbers and signs showed up on the screen. 

The box turtle squinted his eyes as if he was nearsighted; looking closer at the codings to try and decipher what the actual hell his brother was expecting him to look for.

“Yes, yes. I know.” The scientist huffed, “It’s very traumatizing to look at. Trust me…I would know, I made the darn thing.” 

“It looks like your face. That’s traumatizing enough.” The youngest grinned smugly.

“…I don’t even know why I try…” The second oldest grumbled, “Okay, now off with thee. I have work to do.” Donatello said as he lightly pushed the youngest away from him so he could leave him to his work. But Mikey stood his ground firmly, going up to his older brother and sitting on his lap, making sure that he slouched just the right amount so that Donnie couldn’t see the device screen.

The elder sighed at the behavior, trying his best to get his younger brother off of him but every time he at least attempted to, the youngest would just put more of his body weight onto him. “Audible groan…gehet off of meehee!” Donnie whined in defeat as Mikey grinned triumphantly. 

“Nah. Your pretty comfy. It’s like sitting on a sofa.” 

“You’re built like a sofa, you goon! Now get off of me!” Donatello huffed, pushing on his little brother’s shell in one last attempt to get this orange life draining leech away from his precious body. 

“Ihi aham giving you fihive seconds to gehet off.” 

“Ohor whahat? Yohou gonna shohow meehee more coding?” 

Donnie raised an amused brow, resting his hands at the youngest’s sides but not quite moving his fingers yet. The art loving teen squeaked in surprise at the new sensation at his sides, immediately hugging his middles protectively, “D-Dohohon’t!” 

“One…two…”

Donnie held Mikey’s sides with his hands.

“Three…four…”

He rolled his eyes fondly, pinching the younger’s sides softly as he started to tickle him.

“Five.”

The orange banded teen giggled immediately, squirming in his older brother’s lap ever so slightly, “Stahap ihit!” He squeaked, holding onto his brother’s wrists as the softshell couldn’t help but lightly chuckle at the gesture. 

“Do you reallllly want me to stop or are you just saying that?” The elder smirked, “You could’ve gotten out of my lap but you chose not to.” 

The artist loving teen blushed slightly at the question, “Dohonnie weehee ahahare nahat doing thihis right nohow!”

“I’m just asking you a simple question, little brother. I don’t understand the difficulty with you failing to answer it…” The purple banded teen hummed as he dug his hands into the other’s underarms, “Yes or no?”

The art loving turtle screamed, kicking his legs in the air and shaking his head back and forth. “YeHES! Freeheeaking *squeak* stahaHAP!” 

“Oh, so yes? So you do want me to continue tickling you?” Donatello grinned at his choice of wordplay. The youngest’s laughter raised an octave as he squirmed and tried to slip away from his brother’s tickly grasp and fingers. 

The taller turtle quickly typed in his wristwatch, his spider arms coming out of his battle-shell and holding the other’s wrists, pulling his arms away so he couldn’t hug his middles nor squirm away. 

Mikey gulped comically, squirming in his brother’s lap still. “N-NAHA— *squeak* noho! JuhUST NOHOHOH!”

“Ohhhhh. I understand now. So you don’t want me to stop tickling you?” 

“STAHAP TWIHISTING MYHY WOHORDS!” 

“I’m not!” The young genius grinned, “I’m just asking you to clarify!”

The smaller turtle squealed loudly, attempting to pull his wrists free from the spider arms but all his attempts ending in vain as his older brother just continued to tickle him.

“So just clarifying…you want me to continue tickling you?” 

“DEEHEEHEE!!!”

“What~? I’m just asking if you want me to tickle you. That you perhaps came in here with the intention of getting tickled by yours truly—“

“STAH— *squeal* *squeak* STAHAP STAHAP STAHAP!!!”

Donnie couldn’t help but chuckle at his brother’s frantic giggles, stopping his tickling attack but wiggling his fingers directly above the other turtle’s ribs, causing the younger’s heart to drop in anticipation as he squirmed like he’s never squirmed before. 

The softshell poked the smaller turtle’s ribs teasingly a couple times, “You gonna get off of me now~?”

“IHI CAHA— *squeal* IHI CAHAN’T— *squeak*!!!” The younger teen cried out. Michelangelo was completely lost in his own laughter wonderland, still trying to at least get UP from his older brother’s lap. But with the softshell’s spider arms holding his wrists away from him, it made it even harder. 

And the fact that he was completely laughing his shell off didn’t help either. 

AND the fact that Donnie was making some dumb game out of this wasn’t helping either.

If there was one thing you needed to know about the youngest, it was that Mikey could not take the anticipation. At all.

Like, at. ALL.

And Donnie was just being pure Disney villain evil about it too. Which automatically made absolutely everything ten times worse…

Wait. Hold on a second…

What were even some purple Disney villain’s that Donnie resembled anyway?

Because at the end of the day the second oldest was a villain (no one just has uranium just casually stored in their room…), but Mikey just had to find out which villain. 

The Evil queen? Nah. Too princessy. 

Ursula? Nope. Too sea witchy. 

Maleficent? No. Too emo (even for Donnie). 

Dr. Facilier? …yes actually. 

Donnie and Dr. Facilier don’t have similar goals per se but they definitely do look similar. And they dance the same to. They boogie down like they’re wet noodles just coming out of a boiling pot. 

The box turtle isn’t usually known for throwing people under the bus…but somewhere, somehow, his purple cladded older brother was definitely on the watch list. 

Now…what was Mikey doing?

Oh, yeah! Getting absolutely murdered by his older brother. Fantastic.  

“Someone’s a little ticklish, huh?” The elder commented as the box turtle’s laughter kept ranging from a squeaky door to a door mouse. 

“GYAHAH— *squeak* WAHA— EEEEHEHAHA!!!”

“Don’t worry, take your time.” The scientist giggled back.

“PLEHEASE!! DAHA— *squeak*!!! IHI CAHAN’T MOOHOOHOOVE!”

“So what I’m hearing is that you’re not going to get up from my lap?”

Mikey screeched, hitting his brother’s plastron with his shell and carapace, “IHI PHYSICAHALLY CAHAHANNOT MOOHOOVE YOHOU FUHUCKIN—!!!” 

“I can give you until the count of ten. I’m adding an extra five seconds just because I’m so nice.”

“YOHOU AHARE NOHOWHERE NEAR NIHICE—“

“One…”

“WAHAIT WAHAHAIT!!!”

“Two…”

“DOHOH— *squeal* DEEHEE!”

“Three…”

“SHIHIHIT!!!”

“Four…”

“PLEHEHA— *squeal* MYHY GAHAHASH!”

“Five…”

“JUHUST GEHET OHOHON WIHITH IHIHIT!” 

“Six…”

“DOHOHONNIE!!”

“Seven…”

“I WIHILL KIHILL YOHOU IN YOHOUR SLEEHEEHEEP!”

“I’d like to see you try. Anyways, eight…”

“EEEEEEE!!!”

“Nine…”

“GOHODDAMIHIT!”

“Ten~!”

Mikey braced himself both physically and mentally as Donnie said that dreadful double digit number. He rested the back of his head on his older brother’s shoulder, closing his eyes and pursing his lips to prepare from the attack. 

But as the smaller mutant kept waiting and waiting…the tickles never came. The youngest hesitantly opened one eye as he saw his older brother’s fingers still wiggling right directly over his ribs. 

All the while, the elder just smirked evilly. The box turtle grumbled through his stifled giggles, looking up so he could glare fully at his brother.

Dr. Facilier looking ass…

“Here it comes…” The young genius said with anticipation, “Annnnny moment…”

The box turtle broke eye contact, just shutting his eyes tight as he could do absolutely nothing but wait for his brother to do the inevitable. “You must be absolutely dying knowing it’s coming…” Donnie commented as Mikey just about screamed, not being able to hold the dam that was holding his laughs in any longer.

The softshell smiled at the cackles, tracing his fingers on his younger brother’s stomach, “I’m just sointrigued to find out what would happen if I just..” He trailed off, randomly poking right below the art loving turtle’s ribs. 

The taller mutant just absolutely loved putting his brother’s on anticipatory rollercoaster’s when tickling them (as you can see).

“I could stay here alllllll day…” The elder mused, “My hands are riiiiiight here, Angleo~!”

“Fuhuhuck yohou…” Mikey giggled through gritted teeth, trying not to give his older brother an ounce of laughter whatsoever…but that ship has already sailed and went to a new ocean by now.  

“Oh, wow. Cussing me out now, hm?” The purple banded turtle questioned in disbelief as he landed a couple last pokes to Mikey’s lower ribs,  “NONONOHO NOHOHO! OHOMIGAHAHASH IHI’M SAHAHARRY!!!” The youngest immediately gave in and apologized, his laughs raising a higher octave than a flute ever possibly could as he descended into loud cackles. 

“Really? Your 'sahaharry?'”

“YEHES *squeal* YEHEHEHES!!!”

The elder hummed in acknowledgment, scribbling his nails all over his baby brother’s ribs. Happy tears appeared in the younger’s eyes as he could really do nothing but just laugh at this point in time. 

The youngest could barely even speak anymore, his giggles and squeals nearly drowning out his words, “STAHAH IHI C— *squeal* IHIHIT’S SOHO BAHAHAD!!! DEEHEE COHOME OHOHAHAN!” 

“Amused laugh. Angelo, please. I’m barely tickling you.” Donnie said as he now kneaded Mikey’s lowest rib. In result, the younger immediately jolted backwards, catching the older teen completely off guard. 

“OMIGOSH!!!” Donnie yelled in panic, his metal and meat fingers both stopping the tickling onslaught towards Mikey as he hugged him fully now. The scientist and the artist both fell down on the tile floor with the chair; the young geniuses battle-shell breaking their fall. 

There was a slight pause of silence before both of the brother’s broke into a large fit of laughter. Michelangelo stood, helping his brother up as they both continued to laugh.

“Thahat wahas…oho my gohosh…” The softshell snickered, wiping a tear from his eye as he put the chair back to where it originally was. “Yohou lihiterally jumped uhus into tomorrow…” He commented. 

Michelangelo panted heavily and let out soft giggles as he tried to catch his breath. The box turtle’s face was burning from how hard he’d been laughing but also because of how flustered he was due to the situation. 

Mikey shrugged, “Whahat cahan I say? I’m aha mahahaster ahat acrobatics.” 

Donatello raised a brow teasingly, facing his younger brother, “Oho, so you can do acrobatics but you can’t dance?” 

“Okahay, now you juhust ruined thehehe moment.” 

The purple banded turtle just chuckled, closing his laptop and putting it to charge on the desk. The smaller turtle grinned, going next to Donnie, “Sohoooo! Does thahat mean yohou like meehee mohore thahahan your computer and coding~?”

Donatello shrugged, trying to look uninterested, “Eh. I suppose so.” 

“Awe, c’mon. You lohooove me.” 

“I tolerate you. To an extent, anyway.” 

“Wow. Thanks so much. I feel sooooo special.” Mikey deadpanned, putting a hand to his chest as Donnie hugged him. “As you should.” The elder said, glancing at his wrist-watch. “Hm. We should probably get some snacky-snacks…it’s around 1 p.m.” He stated, trying to walk to the exit/entrance but was stopped due to the result of the youngest still hugging him. 

Donatello sighed fondly, peering down to the teen in question, “Your not going to let go of me, are you?” 

“Nooope!” 

“Figured.” The scientist huffed softly, shaking his head. 

“Now let’s go to the kitchen!”Michelangelo beamed, him and Donnie shimmy-ing out of the purple room and into the hallway, on their way to find some 'snacky-snacks' to eat for lunch. 

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙵𝙸𝙽˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ 

(𝙿.𝚂.: 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐!!!)

[glowcowboy]

my sister came by before she goes back to university tomorrow and we exchanged our christmas presents !! i gave her a bluey plushie and she gave me a bluey crewneck 😭

[pcktknife]

Editing everyone to line up w headcanons. started this yesterday and just finished it up now 👍🏾

[mechawolfie]

GUH I forgot to color their nose ring

[mrs-luigi-vargas]

(Chaos) Heart Condition

Rating: General Audiences Characters: Luigi, Mario, Peach, Merlon Relationships: Mario & Luigi, Luigi & Peach Tags: Sickfic, Sick Luigi, Angst

Summary: There wasn't anything particularly special about the morning Luigi woke up with a weird feeling in his chest. Prompt: Heart Condition Word Count: 1,607 words

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There wasn't anything particularly special about the morning Luigi woke up with a weird feeling in his chest.

It was a light pressure, of sorts, right under the center of his sternum. Or maybe it sat nestled in the side of his rib cage, he thought, poking and prodding at it as he chewed his breakfast. Mario’s curious look over the table was met with a shrug. To tell the truth, Luigi wasn't sure if this was or wasn't an extended consequence of all the intense yardwork he and Mario had done yesterday. There had been aches in muscles he hadn't even known he’d had when they’d finished. He was still sore in some of those muscles now.

But even after another hot bath and decent night’s rest, the only ache remaining was the one in his chest, and the oddity of it was enough to bring up to Mario, an anxiety lacing his words. Mario reflected that anxiety right back at him, in his own poking and prodding and quizzing of his brother on the other symptoms he might have — of which there were none, puzzlingly enough.

Nonetheless, they both ended up in Luigi’s kart, speeding towards Toad Town and the Toadley Clinic, where after a long back-and-forth filled with questions and answers interspersed with one test or another, the larger answer as to what was wrong with Luigi still lay out of reach of doctors and patient alike. Thus, they were all forced to go back to the drawing board; something that both intrigued the doctors and worried Mario something fierce. Luigi, still reeling from the experience of getting his blood drawn, was just happy to be stepping out of the clinic as the day turned to evening.

But instead of going home, they went to the Mushroom Castle, because if Luigi’s condition changed then they would be that much closer to the clinic. At least, that was what they told Peach, when she came down to greet them. Peach, of course, was completely willing to let them stay in a guest room, concern shining in her eyes, and so Mario had to go back home to get some of their things. Before running off to the kart, he made sure to hug Luigi as tight as he could, promising to be quick.

Peach and Luigi watched from a window as Mario drove away, tires screeching. Peach giggled at Luigi’s disgruntled face. “I’m sure your kart will come back in one piece,” she smirked.

“It better,” Luigi grumbled. The kart sped down the road, and Luigi’s grip on the windowsill tightened once it was out of sight. Peach reached over to gently place a hand on his and, almost on cue, Luigi’s breath hitched.

With a sympathetic frown, Peach wrapped an arm around Luigi’s shoulder, leading him to a nearby bench for them to sit on. Luigi wiped at his face, unsuccessfully stifling a whimper.

“They d-don't kno-o-ow...” Luigi tried to say, face crumpling.

Peach shushed him, pulling him into an embrace. Luigi shook in her arms as she held him, rubbing a hand up and down his back and murmuring reassurances. “Breathe with me?” she gently bade him, eying the way his chest heaved with each sob. The last thing they needed was his crying setting something about his condition off.

When his breathing steadied, Luigi pulled away. He was still sniffling. “Sorry,” he mumbled.

Peach shook her head, hands on Luigi’s shoulders so he couldn't retreat far. “Don’t apologize,” she said. “I can't imagine how stressful today was for you.”

Luigi sniffled again. Peach passed him a handkerchief with which to wipe his face. “What if I tried to see if I can help?” she asked as he did so. “Might be worth a shot!”

“Really?”

“Really.” Peach wiggled her fingers with an encouraging smile.

Luigi huffed a laugh, meeting her expression with a hopeful one. “Okay...”

Peach nodded firmly. Twisting to face Luigi fully, she carefully placed her fingertips onto Luigi’s collarbone. With a deep breath, the points of contact warmed with her healing magic, and Luigi could feel it spread across his shoulders and down to his chest —

“Oh!” Startled, Peach withdrew her hands. “Did you...feel that?”

Luigi looked down, pressing a hand to his heart. “Yeah...” It had felt like Peach’s magic had...stuttered, in a way. Tripped on something it couldn't see and fallen flat on its face before it could show the world what it was made of. Luigi kind of empathized with it.

“Let me...try again.” Peach put her hands back into position. Once again, the magic poured into Luigi’s chest, but this time it didn't stop for anything. It also didn't do anything at all, aside from making Luigi squirm with a ticklish sensation. But when Peach switched gears and pressed a kiss to the vein from which Luigi’d had his blood drawn, the bandage came away to reveal smooth, unblemished skin.

Peach pursed her lips in thought. “...Follow me,” she said, gathering her skirts and standing up. She set off down the hall at a brisk walk, although when she noticed Luigi scramble to catch up she slowed her pace considerably. “Excuse me,” she said to the first Toad attendant they came across. “Could you please tell Mario when he returns that Luigi and I are at Merlon’s house?”

“Merlon’s?” Luigi questioned as the Toad agreed to pass the message.

Peach smiled at him, though it was strained. “We can take my bike,” she said. “So you don't have to walk.”

“I can walk!”

“I doubt Mario would be happy to hear you walked all the way to town.”

Luigi pouted, because, well, she was right.

---

Merlon’s door opened with a bang as Mario rushed inside.

“I say!” Merlon exclaimed. “Would it really be so inconvenient for you to knock?”

Mario cringed, sheepish. He grew even more sheepish when he noticed Luigi still shocked still.

“It’s okay,” Luigi said, amusement tugging at his face. He still looked spooked above all, though, so Mario hurried to his side.

“Merlon was telling us about what he’d found,” Peach told Mario.

“Peach thought it was magic, that’s behind what’s wrong with me,” Luigi added at Mario’s confused look.

“And her intuition was right,” Merlon grumped. “From the moment that boy stepped inside the energy emanating from him was impossible to ignore. Ah, no need to make that face,” he continued at Mario’s alarm. “I wouldn't say it’s hostile. It’s, well...” He stroked his mustache thoughtfully. “I’ve never seen anything quite like it, myself.”

That didn't really give a reason for Mario to not be alarmed.

“I’d like to do a bit more research,” Merlon said. “Write to a few of my colleagues. We’ll solve this mystery yet. It shouldn’t be long! I’ll keep in touch.”

Peach and the Marios thanked Merlon, and then went back to the castle to wait. Dinner was a tense affair, everyone too worried to eat much. Or sleep much, either. The next morning, they got a messenger, not from Merlon, but from the clinic. The tests they were waiting for came back clean, and they wanted to run more. But what they wanted to test needed equipment they didn't have, so they got a referral for and an appointment at a hospital in New Donk City. And despite the knowledge that whatever was wrong with Luigi was magical in nature, Mario felt it was a good idea to take Luigi there anyway, just in case.

So after a flight on the Odyssey on which Mario barely got enough sleep to function and Luigi got none at all, the brothers were walking the streets of the city, trying to find the hospital.

Luigi yawned wide. “We’re not that far, are we?”

Mario squinted at the map they’d been given. He didn't think so. Though there was something silly about how so many years away from the city had their skills in navigating it atrophying so much.

As did their awareness, it turned out. Because while Mario was completely focused on where to turn at this intersection, Luigi stepped into the street to cross it. And then several noises happened all on top of each other — a blaring horn, a shout, a screech of tires; crunching metal, some short screams, and...something else. A discordant sound that had Mario’s heart stop just as much as the fact that his brother just got hit by a car. Because he’d heard that sound before, weeks ago, in a black room in a black castle in a purple-black Void, helpless to do anything as he watched his brother walk away against his will and get pulled into the air by —

Map lying forgotten on the sidewalk, Mario rushed past the damaged car to where Luigi had been flung to and was now waving off the concerned bystanders who were trying to help him stand. “I’m alright, bro,” Luigi reassured Mario when he got to him. Despite everything, he looked cheery. “And hey — that weird chest feeling went away! Guess we don't really need to go see the doctor after all, huh?”

Mario stared at him, eyes wide. Luigi’s cheeriness faltered. “Bro?” he asked. “I really think I’m fine; nothing’s hurting, anyway. And someone called an ambulance, so we’ll know for sure, soon!”

Mario still didn't respond. He tipped forward, resting his head on Luigi’s shoulder, hand clutched in Luigi’s shirt. Luigi hummed, resting his head on top of Mario’s, arm slung across Mario’s back, focusing on continuing to reassure Mario that he was a-ok.

Mario, meanwhile, was focused on how reachable Merlon from Flipside was.

[mymarifae]

guess what

yeah. that's what

[daeluin]

ik it's stereotypical but siren song of the counter culture is still one of my favorite albums ever

[spidey-bie]

have you drawn your oc yourself?

That's hilarious. You're so funny.

No 🥲

[jrueships]

wemby is talking trash abt gg to a teammate to try and get into his head before the play starts but gg's just genuinely glancing around really quick, head turning, hair swishing each time, confusedly searching for Who this strange, quiet, disembodied voice is thats making fun of it !! God ?? Jesus ? the holy ghost ?? why are you making fun of me ? The humble gg 😿!!

[pcktknife]

hair finally retwisted....

[cryingpariah]

Live footage of me when I forced my kinda dude-bro (only kinda) anime brother to do a One Piece shipping chart (I had to explain what an BROTP and OT3 was which was fun) and I found out he ship ZoRobin and LuNami but told me liking Frobin was ‘ok ig’ and ZoKiku was ‘weird’:

[meteorherd]

Well my review of barbie is that i cant wait to go see bottoms next week

[avatardoggo]

I HAVE FEELINGS FOR A BOYMAN

[dancingastralwitch]

hiru helllooo!!! hru doingg it's been so long <33

KERRY??!?!?