#i love YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!! 💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨

[23victoria]

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lando norris x actresses!gamer!fem!reader

fc: maitreyi ramakrishnan

warnings: cussing

authors note: i like this one! any feedback is appreciated and please like, comment, and reblog!! hope you enjoy!!

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gamergirl_y/n please stop killing me in COD 😓

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username1 no cause they way everyone he respawned she was there ready to kill him had me weakkkk

username2 LMFAOO she smoked you 😭😭

daniel3.jpg AHAHAHAHAHA 🤣🫵

oscarrr.p.jpg nah bro you just gotta learn how to fight back

↳ username5 @.oscarrr.p.jpg oscar please 😭✋

charleslec.jpg lando what happen to being champions?! 😪

carlos55.jpg if you suck just say that 🤣🤣

username93 lol that’s @.y/n_ig 🤣🤣

y/n_ig

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got a new setup and it’s so cuteeeee!! also that boba was so fucking good we need to get some more @.yourbff sidenote whoever ln4gaming is sucks ass at COD 💀😭

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username1 nah cause the way you kept killing then 😭😭😭

yourrbff bruh i know whoever that was, was mad as helll

username6 nah cause how did you keep finding him?!?!

lovey/n but why didn’t he fight back…💀

username7 yea he needed to log off fr cause after that 😭✋

username10 you know how quickly I wouldn’t turned my shit off 😭

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sooooo…i 1 v1 @.yn_ig in COD …and sadly i lost 😓 now i owe her food 😪

username13 LMFAOOO

username12 she literally destroyed you 😭😭

y/n_ig sucks to suck ig, thankfully i wouldn’t know 🤭

↳ lando.jpg @.y/n_ig you still want food right?!? 🤨

↳ y/n_ig @.lando.jpg yes please don’t deprive me of my food 🙏😔

username8 the stream was hilarious!! haven’t laughed like that in a min 🤣🤣🤣

username17 one of the best streams I’ve seen in a while

username43 never laughed so hard 😭😭

username2 nah y/n is mad good at COD 😭

carlossainzjr lando…do better

↳ lando.jpg @.carlossainzjr dude 😧 i’d like to see you try 😑

↳ carlossainzjr @.lando.jpg i would beat you 🥱

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landonorris just posted a new story!!

y/n_ig just posted a new story!

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y/n_ig

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lil dump 💖

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username13 cuteeee 💕

username14 omggg those cookies look delicious 🥴

username15 the cookies are soo cuteee☺️

username16 omg i love the phone case 🤗

username17 not the picture of her playing COD with lando 🤭

↳ f1gossip101 @.username17 👀👀👀

username18 her rings are so niceee!!

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date nights 🥰

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username14 ummmm pause who is this??! 😧

username13 wait this is cuteeee☺️

username15 awwww 💕

username73 lando off the market?!?

username03 noooo it was supposed to be me 🥲

username18 you guys make me sick

↳ username23 @.username18 stay mad

username65 so cuteee 💝

username3 i feel like ik who it is 🤭🤭

↳ username93 @.username3 same girl 🤧

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lando.jpg just posted a new story!

y/n_ig just posted a new story!

y/n_ig just posted a new story!

y/n_ig

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Brazil!!! You have been so much fun!! 🤧❤️

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username13 it was so fun meeting you!!!

↳ y/n_ig @.username17 same honey!! thank you for the bracelet!! 🥹💕✨

username8 omg?! you were there!! i wish I had seen you 🥲

↳ y/n_ig @.username8 aww I’m sorry baby!! next time 💕

username5 kitten update?!

↳ y/n_ig @username5 soon 💕

username7 ik the fits ateeee

username20 omg?! not the mclaren garage 🤭

username11 we all know who she was there for 🫢🤭

↳ y/n_ig @.username11 yes ma’am the GOAT Sir Lewis Hamilton

↳ username2 @.y/n_ig deaddddd 😭😭

↳ username9 @.y/n_ig opp - 👀

↳ username10 @.y/n_ig LMFAOOO 🤣

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landonorris just posted a new story!!

y/n_ig

liked by charlesleclerc, sza, lewishamilton, landonorris, disney, arianagrande, oscarpiastri and 4,568,897 others guys there was two of them!!! brother and sisters!! meet Loki and Thor!!! 🥹🥰🤧❤️

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username19 OMG HOW CUTEEE 🥰

username22 THE NAMES AHHHH!! 🤭

username11 OMG KITTENS!!! 🥹

username32 THE CAT DISTRIBUTION SYSTEM CHOSE YOU TWICEEE 🤩🥰

username24 I WANT ONEE 🤧🤧

landonorris cute ☺️ liked by y/n_ig

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y/n_ig posted a new story!

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first time having indian food and mango boba 100/10

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username19 so we just going to ignore the first pic? 🫢

username7 sir who is that?!?! 😮

username1 he’s taken nooo 🥲

username22 ya’ll it’s me in the pic don’t trip 🤪

↳ username11 @.username22 you delulu girl

username61 we know who that is 🤭

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landonorris just posted a new story!!

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carnival!!! 🤩

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username33 they are so cute ☺️

username99 lol they aren’t even trying to hide it

username8 i love them 😍

username27 couple goals fr

username20 how did yall know it’s lando?!? What’s if it’s someone else?

↳ username19 @.username20 girl..

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dress to impress 💋✨ #oscars2024

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username19 she ate the oscar girlies up 🤭

username8 she’s so pretty 🥹✨

username3 im obsessed with her 🤧

sza preety girl 😍 liked by y/n_ig

username7 I can’t wait for the days he wins her oscar!!!

username15 this color on her?!?! yessss!!!✨

landonorris absolutely beautiful 😍🥰 liked by y/n_ig

username4 ^^ they are definitely dating 🤭

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y/n_ig

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my boy 🥰🤭

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username3 I knewww ittt

↳ y/n_ig @.username3 everyone knew tbh 😭🤭

yourbff congrats baby 🥰

username6 AHHH THEY ARE THEE COUPLEEE

username9 omg the streams are about to be crazyy!!

username5 the funniest couple frfr

username87 the are so cuteee 🤭

livelaughlovey/n hard launchhhh 🤧

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my girl 🤩😘

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username3 AHHH SO CUTEEE

username2 wait these pics are so cuteee

username4 what is with boyfriends and off guard pics 😭

username32 they are so cutee

carlossainzjr 💕

oscarpiastri finally about time congrats buddy 🥰

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[espressiimartinii]

v. god forbid a woman have hobbies

part 5

summary: the season ends on a high, but y/n's future is uncertain....

pairing: none - it's all platonic 💅

warnings: apart from rewriting actual events so they fit better, there may be a sprinkle of typical motorsport ✨sexism✨

tag list is closed!

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we regroup after russia

y/nl/n_official i can always trust on my girls to bring me up when i get low. thank you for being here for me 💖💖

tagged: surves; alexirexi

alexirexi you got this babe, it'll all work out, i promise surves we love youuuu, behind you no matter what y/nl/n_official 🥺🥺 thank the lord for gifting me two hands so i can hold both of yours alexirexi omg..... are you flirting with us?? 😳 surves say the words and i'm yours baby girl y/nl/n_official i am very rich and wealthy alexirexi YES I WILL MARRY U surves god that's so hot 🥵🥵

stany/n god, i don't know if i want to be her or be with her

danielricciardo My invite got lost again? pierregasly My invite too? y/nl/n_official I see you every race weekend? danielricciardo And you don't want to see us every other weekend? y/nl/n_official Dad gets you every other weekend pierregasly OUR DAD? WHO??

f1brainrot WE WIN THESE NEXT ONES QUEEN I BELIEVE

trossodomination we were so close! it isn't your fault that the brakes well... broke

womeninf1 god, i have seen what you have done for others

y/nluvme girlie, i think you've been banned from monaco? y/nl/n_official NOOO NOT MY TAX HAVEN

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CAW CAW MY PRONOUNS ARE U, S, A

celebrations are in order

contract discussions

note: i have a feeling you guys know where this is going?

tag that i exceeded the comment limit for and i don't want to write another comment for... @thatgirlthatreadswattpad

[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. 

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

[heaven444child]

How will you feel when your future life partner kiss you 👄

which pile drawn your attention choose it and please take what resonates with you and leave the rest ✨🍀🫶💜 AND Read these readings mindfully 👻and if you want a personal reading then DM me✨🍀

Pile 1

Pile 1 Whenever I am drawing your cards, every time two cards are coming together which is confirming to me that when you both kiss,💋 you both will agree to it👀. You both will feel equal love,🩵 passion, ❤️emotions 💚for each other. When you both kiss, it is possible that someone will see you kissing. 🤣😆You both will not be aware of your surroundings🫠. You both will be so lost in your kiss 💋that you both will not be aware of this world🌍.

(I hope this reading resonates with you) ✨💕 Stay blessed 🫶❤️ AND thankyou for your support ✨🤝🍀😍

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Pile 2

pile 2 When both of you kiss💋, you will feel a sense of calmness inside you🩵, but it is possible that this is the first kiss of one or both of you😍. I mean that you may not have the experience of how to kiss, due to which you may face some difficulty, but you or your partner will not share this fact, you will just want to enjoy this moment🥰, but both of you will feel a lot of passion inside you👄, but you or your partner will feel a lack of emotions, but still you or your partner will want to ignore this 👀and get lost in this moment.👩‍❤️‍👨

(I hope this reading resonates with you) ✨💕 Stay blessed 🫶❤️ AND thankyou for your support ✨🤝🍀😍

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Pile 3

pile 3 It is possible that you and your future spouse will kiss when you both are on your honeymoon ✈️ and it could be a place where there are beaches🏝️ and you can feel fresh air 🏞️and it is possible that you and your future spouse are soulmates 👩‍❤️‍👨and he will not kiss you directly, first he will give you lots of gifts 🎁and then maybe he will say I want a kiss in return 🤭👀 Your husband / wife is very flirty 💕💖and I might say funny or romantic ❤️😅😂 but whenever you both see each other,👀 you both will feel attracted to each other 😍both emotionally 💚and sexually ❤️‍🔥and when you both kiss,💋 you both will feel emotionally satisfied🩵, there is a lot of passion in the kiss of both of you due to which both of your inner child will get happiness💛, you both will feel very positive, you both will find everything around you beautiful🌍

(I hope this reading resonates with you) ✨💕 Stay blessed 🫶❤️ AND thankyou for your support ✨🤝🍀😍

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[silenzahra]

Anything for him ✨

The end is here at last! ✨

TW: Blood, injuries, angst

It took me months, but finally... this fic is finished! 😁

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

I don't really have much to say other than... sorry 😅 I lost motivation along the way and ended up taking FOREVER to get back to this one and finally finish it. Still, I really hope it was worth the wait and that you'll enjoy the ending of the very first fic I posted here 🥰

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Thank you so so much to each and every one of you for reading and supporting what was the first fic I ever shared both here and on AO3 🥹🥹🥹 Your comments and love really mean the world to me and I appreciate each and every one of you 🫂🫂🫂 Also, thank you for your patience of course! As I said, hope this was worth the wait 🥰🫂💖

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Chapter updated to my masterpost ✨

Chapter 3: Luigi

Luigi feels an intense pain in his chest.

It is like a dagger sinking relentlessly into his skin. It is like a claw that grips his heart tightly and squeezes it. It is as if he is slowly drowning, his lungs increasingly flooding, and he can find nothing to hold on to in order to prevent it.

As if that were not enough, darkness surrounds him. Everywhere he looks, Luigi sees only blackness, circling him, enveloping him, threatening to engulf him. With one hand on his chest, right where he feels the ache drilling him from the inside, Luigi wanders from here to there, trying to find a light, a way out, something.

Unfortunately, the only thing he comes across is a ghost wearing a creepy mask, that Luigi knows very well, and wielding a sharp bident, with which it threatens him.

The sight of this Shy Guy instills such dread in him that the blood runs cold in his veins.

With a scream of pure terror, Luigi begins to flee at full speed. As he races, he begins to feel behind his back with his free hand but finds nothing. Why is he not carrying his Poltergust 3000? How is he supposed to defeat this specter then?

Despite the pain in his chest, which has not subsided for an instant, Luigi forces his legs to speed up. There has to be something, he has to find something, he has to find a way to get rid of the spirit and get out of that dark and unfathomable sea that seems to have no end.

Suddenly, before him, another phantom, another Shy Guy, materializes out of nowhere.

Luigi stops dead in his tracks with another shriek. He has started to sweat from the effort and his chest hurts more and more, but he cannot allow any of these ghosts to lay a hand on him. Terrified, he remains still for a few seconds, observing the being floating in front of him, and rotates his head for a moment to watch as the pursuer comes closer and closer.

At the last second, Luigi turns to his left and starts running again, causing the two specters to collide. However, Luigi does not allow himself a second's respite, as he is well aware that they will soon resume the chase, and he still has no way out and no weapon with which to defend himself against the creatures.

To his surprise, he believes to be sensing something on his cheeks. Are those… hands? Whose? Is there someone next to him? Still dashing, Luigi spins his head to both sides, but is unable to see anyone. Then he notices lips on his forehead, lips that press against his skin with delicacy and gentleness, with infinite affection, and Luigi, by instinct, closes his eyes to better feel the contact, inadvertently slowing down a little.

But it is so fleeting, so brief, that, as soon as it disappears, Luigi wonders if he has imagined that sensation, that kiss, due to his irrepressible desire to escape from that blackness.

A sound behind him, as if something was sliding on the ground, barely touching it, causes him to turn his face for a moment.

The sight of the Shy Guys flying towards him, their arms outstretched, bidents clenched in their ghostly fists, takes his breath away.

Because of this, and the weariness that plagues him after so much running, Luigi is unable to shout on this occasion. He only manages to emit faint moans that escape from his throat with a shudder. He tightens his pace, terrified, and gasps as he moves forward at full speed in the midst of an immense darkness that only devours him more and more with each step he takes.

The ache in his chest becomes more pronounced. Wheezing, Luigi twists the denim of his overalls in his fingers. Why does it hurt as if he were being poked incessantly? Why does he feel that there is not enough oxygen around him to fill his fatigued lungs? The choking sensation grows, the darkness looms over him, veiling his senses, and Luigi, in spite of himself, feels his legs failing, slowing, threatening to stop supporting him.

But he cannot stop. If he does, the Shy Guys will get him.

Or maybe they already have? A sudden vision assaults Luigi's exhausted mind, one in which the mask of one of the spirits is just inches from his face, the bident raised above its head. When did that happen? Why is Luigi able to remember that particular image, but not the context of it?

It does not matter. He has to keep running. He has to find a way out. He has to leave the phantoms behind. He has to escape.

But Luigi is tired. He cannot breathe. His chest hurts: it hurts so much. His agony is consuming him so much that he is unable to control his body, so that his knees fall to the ground and he can do nothing to stop them. He gasps and presses his hand hard against his heart but feels no relief.

Again, that feeling of a hand on his forehead. Again, that soft touch against his skin that, to his surprise, feels not only warm, but also... familiar.

Has he gone mad?

The whisper of the spirits at his back makes him jump and want to scream, but, once again, he does not succeed.

Luigi leans his body forward, places his elbows on the ground and his head between them, and grips his hat tightly with both hands, pulling it down over his ears. He feels the Shy Guys hovering over him, senses the chill emanating from their ghostly essence, but, fortunately, they cannot seem to touch him. Therefore, they cannot harm him.

But they can terrify him.

Luigi remains still. He squeezes his eyelids, not letting go of his hat a whit, his body shaken by slight tremors, and wonders how long it will take for the specters to tire of excruciating him. They may never do so, since they are dead and thus time is irrelevant to them.

In fact, it may be irrelevant to him as well. What if this is nothing more than his own particular hell? What if he is doomed to wander eternally in that unfathomable darkness and suffer the torment of the beings he dreads the most?

What if he is dead?

Maybe that is why he feels that pain in his chest. Maybe a wound has taken his life. Maybe his existence has been so miserable that he does not deserve to find anything good after death.

A hand tangles in his hair.

Luigi gasps and jumps to his feet. His eyes widen wildly, but he still cannot make out anything beyond the spirits hovering above his head.

If he is dead... if he has ended up in hell... why does he feel these intermittent caresses?

Again, fingers on his cheek. Unhurriedly, Luigi lifts an arm and brings his hand to that same cheek, but notices nothing but his own smooth skin under his fingertips. Puzzled, he tries to look at them, before remembering that he can see absolutely nothing around him.

He understands nothing. What is going on? With his hand still up to the level of his face, Luigi slowly raises his head towards the two phantoms that pester him. He remembers one of them clearly, as well as the fact that he was carrying the Poltergust 3000 on his back, but, beyond that... Nothing. There is nothing. Luigi remembers nothing of his life, nor how he got there, nor why those two details are all his memory can recall. He cannot even remember who he is.

Frustrated, he tries to recall. The specters bothering him and his chest hurting more and more do not help, but determined to understand, Luigi tries his best to isolate himself as much as possible: he closes his eyes, frowns and forces his mind to remember.

He was hunting ghosts. That much is clear to him. The last thing he saw was a Shy Guy. He must have tried to catch it with the Poltergust he carried on his back, but he did not succeed. The weapon the being carried... the paralyzing ache rising from his chest... they must surely be related.

But why was Luigi hunting ghosts? He may not remember much about himself, but he knows with absolute certainty that he has always been terribly afraid of them. What could push him to set out to try and catch them? What...?

Then, a cry.

It is a piercing shout, filled with anguish and despair, that shakes Luigi to the very core of his being. His skin crawls and a shiver runs through him, and he gasps as, all at once, memories begin to flood his mind.

That voice... He has heard it before. Many, many times. All his life, in fact. It is a voice that, to him, means home, warmth, security, family, love.

It is a voice that, to him, means everything.

Mario.

Mario? Mario!

It is Mario! It is his brother, his brother is there, he is with him, even if he cannot see him. Why cannot he see him? Why cannot he pronounce his name? Why can he hear the voice of his beloved older brother, but is unable to distinguish him? Why has Mario uttered such a disheartening shriek? Luigi turns his head, frantic, ignoring the ghosts and the pain. Where is Mario? Why cannot he join him? What he would give to merge into an embrace with him, one of those warm, intense hugs that heal his soul and warm his heart.

Only his brother has the power to make him feel this way inside. Only his brother has the power to make him feel safe, secure, at home.

He tries again to say his name, but he cannot. He can barely breathe anymore. The ache has been growing despite his attempts to ignore it, spreading like a raging fire, and Luigi closes his eyes and gasps, covering the area with his hand. The specters' giggles dance in his ears, but Luigi is no longer afraid of them. He knows that Mario is near, even if he is unable to see him. He knows that, if his twin is determined to find him, sooner or later he will succeed. There is nothing Mario cannot do. All it takes is for him to set his mind to it and he will thrive.

Luigi suddenly remembers the strokes he has been feeling. They were gentle, delicate, full of infinite love and care. Now that he has heard the scream, now that he has understood that Mario is close, Luigi knows that it was him who was lavishing all those signs of affection on him. He still does not understand how, but he does not need to. He smiles in the midst of his suffering. He no longer cares about the pain; he no longer cares about the weariness. He remembers, as in a dream, that he had ventured into an enchanted mansion to find his missing sibling.

And, in the end, it is his brother who has found him.

Luigi lets out a slight chuckle that makes the ache grow stronger. Even if he cannot see Mario, even if he does not get to hold him again, he does not care if this torment ends with him. Not as long as he knows Mario is safe. Not as long as he knows that Mario, somewhere, cares for him, watches over him, is by his side. It is enough for Luigi to feel his presence in this intermittent way to stop resisting.

His agony is intense. He knows that, if he has not already died, he is about to. He finds it harder and harder to fill his lungs, he feels more and more suffocated and exhausted, his chest burns, but the smile remains on his face.

Mario is safe and that is all Luigi needs to know.

Defeated, he lets himself fall to his side. The ghosts laugh loudly, still hovering around his head, but Luigi pays no heed. He sighs, calmly, and stops fighting the pain. Immediately, it spreads beyond his chest, reaching every corner of his body and making him groan. Tired out, he rests his entire back on the floor and is surprised to find it relatively comfortable... and warm. Through narrowed eyes, he watches the specters float incessantly above his head, laughing at him and celebrating his death.

He feels a new graze on his cheek. Luigi closes his eyes as a smile blooms on his fatigued face. Mario's voice, although it sounds far away, reaches his ears again.

“You'll be all right soon, Lu,” he promises. “Trust me.”

Trust him? Of course he trusts him; Mario is the only person in whom Luigi places all his faith. He would entrust his life to him without hesitation. He believes in him fervently, in a way that many would call blind.

However, on this occasion, Luigi cannot find the strength to try and answer him. He does not have the strength to tell him that it is too late for him, that he is not going to get well, that this is the end for him. He is not strong enough to open his eyes, to attempt to find Mario in the darkness, to see his face one last time. He cannot gather the strength to try to say his name.

But he does not care. His brother has found him. They are together. Luigi does not need to see him to know it. He is going to die with him by his side.

Luigi could ask for nothing more.

The ache is brutal. It is powerful, intense, wrenching. Luigi feels as if his chest is split in two, as if his heart, his guts and even his soul are leaking out of him. And so it must be, judging by the bane he is experiencing.

Then he notices hands resting on the spot where it hurts the most. He wants to protest, but the feebleness that paralyzes him does not allow it. The hands, however, move carefully, gently, as if they do not want to hurt him any further, and Luigi can only imagine that it is Mario.

To his surprise, where he feels his brother's touch, he begins to perceive something... warm. Something, very small and barely perceptible, that has seeped inside him, just at the point where the pain is born. Something tiny, but very pleasant, that makes him feel better almost immediately. Not even realizing, Luigi finds himself taking a deep breath, a new smile blossoming on his face, and as the oxygen completely fills his exhausted lungs, the feeling of warmth and comfort begins to grow and spread to every corner of his body.

Luigi lies very still, marveling at the immense placidity he is experiencing. He breathes in again, very slowly, and his smile widens as he feels a hand stroking his hair with infinite care and love, and an arm carefully placed under his head. He feels good, he feels loved, he feels warm and protected.

He really did not expect his death was going to be so pleasant.

Suddenly, a soft murmur. A voice, the voice of his favorite person in the whole world, begins to rise, timid at first, gaining resolution and firmness little by little, and Luigi holds his breath without hardly noticing.

He recognizes perfectly what he is hearing. How long has it been since that sweet, soft lullaby last flooded his ears? Now, fortunately, he can remember without having to make great efforts, so the image of his grandmother, his nonna, hugging him and Mario while she sang that Italian lullaby to them when they were little completely invades his mind and fills his soul with a mixture of joy and sadness. He misses his nonna so much that he feels his heart ache again, this time due to grief, but, at the same time, the happiness of hearing her lullaby again, this time in the mouth of his adored brother, fills him with emotion.

Mario's voice lulls him to sleep and makes him feel like a child again. His arm, under Luigi's head, wraps around him, and his hand gently rubs Luigi's shoulder. The other has not ceased to run through his tousled hair, and Luigi, by instinct, squeezes a little against Mario, seeking his warmth. His brother, not ceasing to sing, does not hesitate to hold him gently, and Luigi smiles, happy to be able to die in his arms.

It is then, while Mario's voice cradles him and transports him to his childhood, that Luigi notices, not without astonishment, that the pain that was dragging him to his end... is gone. It has vanished. It has completely disappeared. There is no longer any trace of that certainty of dying. No more torment, no more ghosts, no more darkness. His chest, fully healthy, rises and falls, his lungs fill smoothly, and the feeling of tiredness has released his bones at last.

Luigi sighs, still unsure. Is he not… dying? Is he alive? Is he… cured? Slowly, he tries to feel every part of his body, his arms, his legs, his hands. They seem very real, as do Mario's caresses, and his voice sounds very close to his ear. Luigi cannot stop his smile from widening on his face and, unable to contain himself, he joins Mario.

His voice comes out hoarse, so he is forced to clear his throat, and he feels his brother's voice break a little as he hears him sing. Soon, however, the two are singing their grandma's lullaby together, and Luigi feels Mario's grip around his shoulder tighten. He snuggles against his chest, solid, real, real, cozy, and lifts his arm to wrap it around Mario’s waist.

Yes, he is real. He is alive, and he is in Mario's arms, and they are singing together. He hears his brother's heartbeat next to his ear, beating a little fast. He feels the warmth and security of his embrace, that assurance of knowing he is safe and protected that only his twin awakens in him. He notices in every graze the deep love Mario has for him, only comparable to the one Luigi has for him.

Feeling that he could burst out laughing from pure happiness, Luigi slowly opens his eyes, clinging to his brother and still singing his grandma's lullaby. Mario's blue eyes look back at him, full of relief and affection, and Luigi is surprised to find tears welling up in them. Mario's voice, however, though trembling slightly, does not falter: he continues to sing, in unison with Luigi's, and the brothers smile at each other as they slowly conclude their beloved nonna's lullaby.

Mario slowly lowers his head and Luigi raises his arm from around his waist to place it on his twin’s face. Before their foreheads meet, Luigi's palm covers Mario's cheek, and his thumb slowly begins to wipe away his tears. Mario closes his eyes, a wide smile glistening on his lips, and pulls his brother tightly against him, his hand gently pressing against the back of his neck as their foreheads rest against each other. They finish singing, united, their eyes closed, their hands and arms clinging to each other, unwilling to let go, and they share a deep sigh that fills them both with relief and happiness at being together again.

Then Mario, pulling away just an inch from Luigi, cups his face with both hands. His eyes sparkle, full of mirth and disbelief, and a deep laugh comes from inside him as he looks closely at his little brother, as if to make sure that he is real, that he is really alive, that he is in front of him, safe and sound, looking back at him and laughing as well. Luigi, his hands also on Mario's cheeks, stares at him with the same joy, and his heart swells in his chest when his twin, with extreme delicacy, leans over him and deposits a soft but deep kiss on his cheekbone. Luigi closes his eyes, and his hands slip slowly until his arms encircle his brother's neck, who suddenly pulls him close and clasps him so tightly that Luigi thinks he might run out of breath. He laughs, delighted at Mario's effusiveness, and hugs him back with the same eagerness.

“Oh, Lu," Mario murmurs, his voice cracking with emotion, his hand lost in Luigi's hair. “I can't believe you're okay.”

Luigi lets out a low chuckle.

“You too," he replies, and pulls away from him to cup his face with both hands. “You're okay!” he exclaims, as relieved and happy as Mario. “I've been looking for you nonstop!”

“I know," Mario nods, laughing and crying at the same time.

“And you ended up finding me,” Luigi concludes with another chuckle, shrugging.

He leans down until his forehead meets Mario's again, his hands still holding his face, Mario's fingers on Luigi’s cheek and the back of his neck.

“I had to," Mario says frantically, panting. “And now I'm here, okay?” he adds, looking him straight in the eyes as he strokes his face. “I'm here and I'm not going anywhere, little bro.”

A sudden lump in his throat causes tears to well up in Luigi's eyes, and he smiles and sobs at the same time, his heart warm and glowing in his chest. Mario cannot imagine how much that promise consoles, soothes and comforts him.

“I'm with you, Lu," his brother remarks again, also weeping, and suddenly embraces him once more. “My God, I was so scared...”

Luigi whines against his shoulder while Mario squeezes him with his usual impetus, the desperation and longing palpable in the strength with which he tightens him. Luigi starts to massage his back and the back of his neck in an attempt to soothe him, for, as always, his brother's emotional state matters more to him than his own.

“I'm sorry...”

“No, no, no, no," Mario hurries to say, pulling away to look him in the eyes. Luigi sees him a bit blurry because of his clouded gaze, and he imagines that Mario must be the same, but neither of them mentions anything about it. “It's not your fault, Luigi. You were looking for me,” he adds, wiping away his tears, and smiles with something that seems to be... pride? “I saw you.”

Luigi squints, puzzled.

“What do you mean?”

“I don't quite know how to explain it," Mario replies, and quickly sweeps an arm across his eyes before he begins to gesture. “I was locked up and couldn't get out, but King Boo conjured an image in the air, and suddenly I could see you!” he exclaims, his eyes bright with joy this time. “And there you were, Lu!” he adds, clutching his shoulders as he watches him with illusion glistening in his blue irises, and shakes him slightly. “I couldn't believe it! You were at the mansion, and you were hunting ghosts! With this...”

He stops abruptly and looks around, his brow furrowed. Luigi waits, somewhat overwhelmed at all the information he is receiving all at once, as well as by the latent excitement in Mario's voice. His brother's face suddenly lights up when he spots what he was looking for, and he moves away from Luigi to bend down to pick something up. Luigi then notices his torn sleeve, the piece of cloth lying on the floor, right next to where he himself was lying just a few minutes before.

A piece of cloth stained with blood.

His blood.

A shudder runs through him, and he cannot help but bring his hands to his chest, where he felt the searing ache. His skin is still exposed, as the top of his shirt is torn, but he is still able to reposition his overalls, though he cannot fail to see that it is stained with his blood too. Luigi swallows, painfully aware of how close he has come to dying.

However, his face lights up as soon as he realizes that his twin had bent down to pick up the Poltergust 3000, which he now holds out to him with a smile that exudes fervor.

“You were really awesome, Luigi!” he congratulates him, extending the handles of the machine towards him.

Luigi laughs sheepishly, not quite sure how to react, and turns around to let his brother help him put the machine back on his back. Out of habit, he clutches the handle even though he does not need to use it at the moment, and when he spins again, he finds his twin watching him with his hands on his hips and a smile gleaming with pride.

“It looks great on you,” he nods, raising his thumb in his direction. “And you handle it very well!”

Luigi massages his head as he laughs, a little unsure.

“Th-thank you," he replies, shyly.

“I have no doubt that no ghost stands a chance against you," Mario adds, completely convinced. “Not even King Boo!”

Even though a warm wave overwhelms him at Mario's blind faith in him, Luigi cannot help but cringe when he hears that name again.

“Mario...” he murmurs, not quite sure if he wants to ask the question. "W-who is... King Boo?”

“It's the phantom that has kept me prisoner,” Mario explains, his countenance turning serious. “He's very powerful, and I can't quite understand how his magic works. He locked me inside a painting, you know?”

“Really?” Luigi didn't expect something like that. “And how did you manage to escape?” he asks, intrigued.

Mario sighs while drawing a warm smile on his face.

“Because of you, little brother,” he answers, and the love in his eyes makes Luigi feel like he is melting inside. His twin's gesture then becomes worried: “I saw how that ghost hurt you and... I couldn't just stand by and watch you die just like that. I just— I couldn't,” he adds, shaking his head, though he soon smiles again. “So I jumped out of the painting and slipped into the vision that King Boo had conjured up to watch you.”

“W-wow...”

Luigi smiles bewildered and excited and grips the end of the Poltergust 3000 tightly. He is well aware that what has driven his sibling has been all the love he feels for him, and Luigi does not know how he can show him that the feeling is mutual.

“You’re so brave, my dear Lu,” Mario praises him, placing a hand on his shoulder and squeezing it lovingly.

Luigi blushes violently.

“Th-thank-you,” he stammers again, feeling flattered and not at all deserving of any adulation, and scratches the back of his neck awkwardly.

“You've sucked up a lot of ghosts!” Mario continues, fascinated, his enthusiasm rising, and gestures again to emphasize his words. “They put up a fight, but you kept going and going until you caught them! It was amazing!”

Luigi laughs, moved by the excitement of his twin, who gives him an affectionate punch on the arm, and, as Mario continues, Luigi realizes that his heart is not only healthy again on the outside because there is no longer any trace of the wounds, but also on the inside. He feels it comforted, warm, full, filled with all his love for Mario, the same love his brother feels for him.

So, when Mario finishes speaking and to try to get rid of the embarrassment caused by his older brother's unceasing praise, he tells him, heartfelt:

“Thank you for jumping for me, Mario.”

His twin smiles at him with warmth and affection.

“No, Lulu: thank you,” he replies, giving him a soft and gentle look. “Everything you've done, getting into a mansion full of ghosts, fighting them and capturing them despite how much they frighten you... I know you've done everything for me, and I can never thank you enough.”

Luigi's lower lip begins to tremble violently and his eyes water again. Heedless of the Poltergust 3000, he pounces on Mario and squeezes him tightly. Even though he is on the verge of tears, he tries to restrain himself on this occasion and pour all his emotions into the embrace, which Mario, laughing affectionately, soon returns with the same force. They squeeze each other with eagerness, with energy, and Luigi lets out a choked giggle when Mario caresses his back, very aware of his situation. Luigi has never been able to hide how he feels from his brother, nor has he ever pretended to, and how grateful he is to have him back with him, safe and sound, and strong and loving as always. Relief floods every part of his being to be back together with Mario, and he only hopes and wishes that his twin, in the way he hugs him, can feel how much he loves him too.

He feels so safe, so whole, so at peace, so at home in the arms of his adored brother, that it takes him too long to hear the laughter.

“I think I'm going to throw up.”

Luigi has never heard that voice or that laughter, but as soon as he looks toward the door of the room, he recognizes the phantom that has just entered: it must surely be King Boo, a chubby spirit with two tiny arms, eyes full of darkness and a large crown on his head, with a glittering purple jewel at its center.

Luigi tightens his grip around his brother, who, to his surprise, seems to have shrunk somewhat; he is, after all, facing his captor once again. A sudden feeling wells up in Luigi's heart as he notices his twin's fear. Mario... scared?

Not while Luigi is still breathing.

He is going to protect him. He is going to get him to safety. He is going to take him back home.

He is not going to let that ugly specter get his hands on his big brother again.

He is not going to let him take his beloved Mario away a second time.

Determined, Luigi places Mario behind his body and stands in front of him. He takes hold of the Poltergust 3000 again and points it at King Boo.

“Hold on to my suspenders,” he tells Mario, who obeys without hesitation. “Don't let go!”

King Boo laughs loudly. Luigi knows that they both look horrible: Mario is missing part of his shirt sleeve because he tore it off to try to contain the blood Luigi was losing, and Luigi’s shirt and overalls are torn at chest level, where his wounds were. Not to mention that much of his clothing is stained with his own blood.

Despite all this, Luigi does not hesitate.

It does not matter now.

He only cares about his brother.

This time he will be the one to protect and defend Mario.

[flowersofstarlight]

For @amberluvsbugs 🦋🌼🌿✨

I know I said this like a thousand times, but I just can’t help but say both of your art style and animation look absolutely beautiful and amazing! Seriously, your doodles, artwork, etc. are awesome! I really, really love your work!

You are talented, creative, and I adore how you draw Mommy Long Legs, Huggy Wuggy, CatNap and all characters in Poppy Playtime. Especially the moths, backgrounds, the Daycare Attendant, etc. I’m also happy and proud of how far you’ve come, how your art style has improved, and it’s amazing that you were a lead animator for the Smiling Critters cartoon to be part of Poppy Playtime.

I decided to draw this in my art style as a gift🎁 for you of your test shot of CatNap before creating a cartoon. Because again, you did a fantastic job. 🌟✨

I’m not good at drawing backgrounds, but I still had fun drawing them. And I thought it would be nice to show this I drew. Seeing your art and other artists’ work really inspired me to draw, and it helps to express my creativity, what I love to draw like the Smiling Critters, and to enjoy drawing my favorite characters from games, movies, and animated series. It just makes me happy and I had fun with my creativity and ideas.

Anyway, I hope you like this gift I drew for you. Have a wonderful day and keep being awesome. 💖🌸🌼✨

[jkvjimin]

✨ full of love and joy ✨ for @rjshope (cr. namuspromised)

[pixlokita]

Another art trade/collab with the bestie @cookieruma29 ✨🫶 she did the lovely colors and shading ✨ vengeful Evan AU belongs to her also >>👌

[aterfish]

Being ace is an opposite of fuck around and find out:

Fuck nobody and never know for sure

[izuke-the-zombie]

🐵🐵💮I finished a little half part of the doodle here and I wanted to post it because😙 hey why not, now they have legs, yay!👍✨

🌸I just wanted to let you guys know I'm still alive and kicking and stuff it's just life is a little crazy now kittens and other things🐱🐈🐯

🌸I'll try to sketch or doodle or post some unfinished ones when I find the free time, most of them will probably be just silly little things.😋

🤩I love and appreciate you all "mwah😚💋💕✨!" stay safe out there and stay awesome👍😽💕✨ okay bye-bye 🤗🥰✌️✨💖

[rayroseu]

I think I realized why I like Silver despite his character trope being what I hate lol No, its not about him being too boring, its about his character centering around "repaying your family"

In Filipino teleseryes iirc, there's always a character trope for the good kid where their entire motives centers around doing work for their family for their entire life, and the story makes that personality "righteous" "admiring" and should be "what all children should do"

I suppose I hated it as a kid because its trying to enforce a standard🤣 like its trying to influence its viewers that this is how you should treat your parents, even if its good behaviour that this character trope is trying to portray,,, they were annoying because it always portrays that "their effort for their parents was perfect"

But Silver's story isn't like that. I can say that the story reinforces that ""his ideal way"" of repaying Lilia often fails because of circumstances he cannot control. His efforts to repay his parent, often fails, and I think that's what makes Silver really relatable.

I think Silver is convinced as well that what will make Lilia proud and would be him performing splendidly as knight and student(?), thats why he always works hard and he gets saddened when his sleeping condition ruins that hard work (Silver Lab Vignette)

But "being perfect", or even a repayment for raising him up, isn't what Lilia wishes for Silver... What would truly make Lilia proud, would be "just Silver living."

Its like Lilia didn't expect anything from Silver,,, in a "just be yourself" way.... I think during Book 7, this is what conflicted Silver the most (other than the whole Knight of Dawn relateion), that his Father would truly love him no matter who he is or what he becomes.

I also love the fact that TWST added the tragedy of aging in Silver's motive of repaying his parent... Because that truly is a harsh reality 😭 if you want to repay your parents, there's always this looming worry that your parent might not make it in time for them to see you succeed and be proud of you because they'll pass away from age...

I think the way their story reminds that "your time together with your family is ephemeral" inspired me more to actually value my time together with people important to me ykk

So Silver's motivation to repay his parent often ""fails""" because what Lilia wants from him is to just live and be yourself, and that's what the story enforces Silver to do as well. 🥹

I haven't read many stories that dwells this topic as emotional as Silver and Lilia's story... 🥲 Usually the parents in teleseryes will expect something like "at least complete your studies so we can be proud of you 🥺" while that is a good expectation,, it kinda gives off the vibes that the parental love was conditional all along XD. Its never as unconditional as Lilia's imo... 🥹🥹🥹💖💖

Its also seen with what skills Lilia teaches Silver revolving around survival, because he wants him to truly live with your own morals ("own two legs" if you will).

Side note: if there was an option for Silver to be raised by Knight of Dawn, I'd still would choose Lilia to raise him because Lilia can teach Silver what Knight of Dawn never did— speaking up for his own morals— even if the king and the nation displeases it— even if he was "alone" about his correct opinion. That belief that Lilia instilled upon him truly will make Silver live honestly to himself yk...🥹🥹🥹💖💖

translation by cymr on yt

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

your honor they're everything

[tatakaeeren]

❄ Wow, I even get a nice hug from you ❄

[diamondsheep]

The Marimo and The Cook 💚💛

[agnes-draws]

imagine having the best big brother in the world

[whereismyhat5678]

Oh @misdreavusplush 👀🗣️

Come get your m-m-man!! ✨✨✨