I Still Find It Funny How Team Dark’s G.U.N. Base Raid Is Retroactively Acknowledged As Unnecessary,

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I FINALLY WROTE SOMETHING.

I haven't posted to AO3 in... *squints eyes* 4+ years??? But I finally got off my ass to finish a fic, even if it is just a one-shot.

✨ Shout out to the ISAT hyperfixation and its awesome community to finally motivate my lazy ass to finish a fic and not just leave another draft rotting in the pile of unfinished stories. ✨

I have been obsessing about @skippyin's Lost in New York AU. So much so that I made a short 1-hour writing dump about Luigi trying to find and rescue Bowser Junior from Brooklyn. Thought I'd share!

(Definitely not head-cannoning Luigi as Junior's surrogate second parent. Dear god what has the Bowuigi done to me 🥲).

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Luigi was sweating. It was that cold, clammy sweat that clung to the skin and made him feel sick. Or was that just the sinking feeling in his gut, screaming at him that something was irreparably wrong?

He didn’t have the precious seconds to waste on determining which.

“Junior!” The young koopaling’s name launched from his lips, only to be drowned out by cars rolling down the overpass overhead. It was so loud – too loud. Nothing like the plumber’s peaceful life in the Mushroom Kingdom.

But Luigi came back for a purpose – da Dio he would accomplish it.

“Junior!”

He was going to bring the kid back. Kicking and screaming – most likely – but he’d get Junior out of here and back to his father, regardless of the young prince’s desires. An uncharacteristic confidence had overtaken the plumber. Luigi’s resolve was unshaken as he trekked through his old hometown, scouring the shadows which wrapped the streets in the ephemeral glow of dusk.

Luigi paid no mind to the rickety old apartment complex at the edge of the block, where he and Mario had made many a house call, back in a time when he had called this foreign place home. He didn’t think about the greasy pizza place on the corner where two broke bachelors could find a cheap meal; the old high school a couple streets down hardly registered.

“Junior!” No, the only thought in Luigi’s mind was to find the little koopaling. Find him quickly, before he was lost entirely, disappearing into the big city; find him fast, before anything else could happen.

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…

But by the time he did, it was already too late.

Luigi had nearly passed the alleyway when he heard it. Sniffling. The earnest attempt of a child holding back his tears. The human leaped to attention as his eyes tracked the sound to their source, spotting a figure curled up in a black hoodie.

“Junior!” Luigi scrambled into the alley, to the aid of the young koopaling. The sniveling and shaking body hardly seemed to notice him; bright red eyes bristling with tears as Junior tried to bury his face into his sleeves. Acting on instinct, the plumber reached out to comfort the child, only for Junior to flinch away from him.

Luigi retreated his hand. With a frown etched across his face, he carefully looked over the young prince. He didn’t look injured, per se, but there was certainly plenty of evidence to some sort of scrap: the backpack he was wearing to cover his shell looked battered, with a few spikes poking out from its holes. His yellow shorts were stained with dirt at the knees. And…

…and his signature paintbrush lay, snapped in two, at the koopaling’s feet.

“Aye…” Luigi’s heart shattered in his chest. In the distance, he could hear the sounds of laughter, coming from a group of teenagers. But all the plumber’s focus was on the young child in front of him. “Mio bambino…” Unable to touch the crying koopaling, Luigi’s own vision began to fog.

“Can we just…” Junior spoke between sobs as his little act began to burst. “I don’t like it here,” he cried loudly. Luigi could do nothing but watch as the tears flowed freely down the prince’s face, the koopaling clamping his jaw tight to hold back anymore cries.

There it was.

There was the Brooklyn Luigi remembered.

The city that chewed up and spat out its inhabitants; that made people feel small and powerless. Just because it could. Just because it wanted to.

The Brooklyn Luigi had never wanted to return to.

The Brooklyn Luigi had so desperately wanted to keep Junior safe from.

“Sì mio figlio,” he extended his arms out to the young prince; Junior leaped into the plumber’s embrace as the tears continued to pour. A wet snout smeared against his overalls as Luigi picked up the turtle-shelled child to hold in his arms, hardly noticing the sharp spikes scratching against his wrists through the fabric of the bag.

“Let’s go home.”

Really looking forward to some lampshading in Sonic Movie 3 regarding the Wachowski family and their proclivity for adopting strange alien children.

It may’ve taken all of the second movie for Sonic to recognize Tom and Maddie as parental figures, but Tails and Knuckles were speedrunning the found family trope. Hell, they are practically adopted by the blueray bonus scene.

Which begs the question of how long it’ll take them to adopt Shadow in Sonic 3. I’m betting Tom barely lays eyes on this edgy version of his son and is already on the phone with Maddie to discuss living arrangements while she browses online for more kid sized race car beds.

For Maria n Tails parallels lovers (n fans who like Shadow angst) and fans of Alien Stage:

Take this (p.s this not a ship pls don’t tag it as such)

(I love wiege)

Hey so what about the fact that Maria Robotnik’s last words probably fuck up Shadow for life.

Like imagine you’re created with the sole purpose of saving this one person - your sister, the only person on an entire space station who’s your age. You spend all your time together because again, you’re the only kids on a goddamn station in outer space.

And then you watch her sacrifice herself to save you. She gets shot and as the one person you were created to save dies before your very eyes, she tells you the reason you were brought into the world was to make everyone happy.

Oh and then you get captured by her murderers and frozen for 50 years like. The moment you land on earth.

Like what the fuck? Shadow is but a wee child and a space rodent who has never been to Earth and he already have more trauma then a seal team six of therapists could deal with, but let’s put everyone else’s happiness first I guess.

Color theory: there are several colors

It’s worth mentioning that the hole probably didn’t show up by dumb luck. I can only imagine it was worn down by a reoccurring flow of water, until a hole for the water to flow in was finally created.

Which is a good reminder!!! It’s not just chance that make good art. It takes a lot of effort and hard work, especially at the early stages when there isn’t a hole and it feels like everything you make isn’t going anywhere.

So keep at it!!! Keep pouring effort into the things you love and make your own damn hole!!!