#// Lots of Toads? Yeah sorry not sorry =))

[lab-gr0wn-lambs]

Out of all the things that threw me through a loop in the mario movie, the bros taking their gloves off was the most oddly jarring. I said out loud “they have flesh hAnds!-”

[emile-hides]

Upon rewatch of the Mario Movie, I really gotta wonder how long the Mario Bros were in the Mushroom Kingdom for. 

They get sucked through the pipe past sundown Brooklyn time, which depending on the season is like 8-9 o’clock, Mario arrives in the Mushroom Kingdom in the day time, maybe late afternoon, and spends the rest of the day through the night into the morning on Peach’s Mario Maker level, travels all the next day, sleeps in a Fire Flower field for the night, arrives at the Kong Kingdom mid the next day, leaves the Kong Kingdom on Karts around sunset, which turns to night as they are ambushed, leading to Mario and DK spending the entire night inside an eel only breaking out early the next morning, just to make it barely in time to Peach and Bowser’s wedding sometime around noon, and go back through the pipe to have it be early morning in Brooklyn with the rest of the Mario family carrying on with breakfast as usual.

So they spend 3 Days in the Mushroom Kingdom, but only like 12 hours of Brooklyn time seems to have passed.

[bmpmp3]

so i’ve always been of the opinion that the whole twist ending of Drawn to Life The Next Chapter is wack as HELL but i will say it is a bit of a power move to do an “it was all a dream” ending where the person dreaming isn’t even the perspective character. just some guy

[raphael-angele]

Meeting Regulus

Set on Sirius' 4th year, Regulus' 3rd. First year back since his transition, Regulus sits with Sirius in their train car cuz he's not ready to face the Skittles yet.

Regulus: ...you sure your friends wont mind me sitting here?

Sirius: 'course not.

---Remus, The Casual One---

Remus, entering: Hi, Sirius.

Sirius: Hey, Remus.

Remus, noticing Regulus: Oh, hi... *recognizes him* Reg-

Sirius: Regulus, this is Remus. Remus, this is my brother, Regulus.

Remus: Brother?

Sirius: Yeah. Sorry, you two haven't offically met yet, have you? Three years in Hogwarts and I never introduced you two to each other.

Remus:

Regulus: Uhm, we've met actually.

Sirius: You have?

Remus: We have?

Regulus: Yeah. The library? You helped me get the books from the higher shelves?

Remus: ...Oh, right! Wow. You've grown much taller since.

Sirius: He has. He's almost taller than me.

Remus: Well, in case you don't know yet, I'm also your brother's friend and the one responsible with keeping him out of trouble

Sirius: HEY!

---Peter, The Friendly One---

Peter, entering: Hey, guys.

Remus: Hey, Pete

Sirius: Hey, mate.

Peter: *notices Regulus* Oh, hello. Who's he?

Sirius: Peter, this is Regulus. He's my brother.

Peter: I didn't know you had a brother.

Sirius: What are you talking about? He's been going here for three years. And I always talk about him

Peter: ...You do?

Sirius: Yeah.

Peter: ...Really?

Regulus: Well, you're in 4th year, I'm in 3rd so, we probably don't see each other often.

Peter, recognizing him: Oh, wait, I do see you around. Aw, now I feel bad. I didn't know you were Sirius' brother.

Sirius: Well, now you do!

Peter: Yeah, now that I look at you, you kinda do look like Sirius. Almost like carbon copies.

Sirius: Well, he got his looks from me

Regulus:

---James, The Dumbass---

James, entering: Gentlemen! Your 2nd best form of entertainment has arrived!

Remus: 2nd best?

James: Sirius already called dibs on being the first.

Remus:

James: Anyways, I am here, and I- *sees Regulus*

Regulus, watching out the window: *turns to look at James*

James' Perspective: flowers floating around, a halo floating on Regulus' head, light shining down just right, everything in slow motion, "Take my breath away" playing in the background

Sirius: James?

James: Peter, move *shoves Peter to the side and sits next to Regulus*

Everyone:

James: And who is this charming young prince sitting with us today?

Everyone:

Sirius: This is Regulus.

James: Regulus. A star that shines so brightly in the night sky. *takes Regulus' hand* And a fitting name for one who is undoubtedly *kisses his hand* a king.

Everyone:

Regulus: ...Siri...

Sirius: James. Let. Go. Of. My. Brother's. Hand

James, looks at Sirius then back at Regulus: To be continued. *kisses his hand*

Regulus: *pulls his hand away*

Train Attendant: Any of you fancy a snack, dears?

Peter: Oh! Fizzing whizzbees, please.

Remus: 2 Chocolate frogs, please.

Sirius: I'll take a pack of Exploding Bonbons. Reg, you want anything?

Regulus: Do they have Peppermint Toads?

Sirius: And a pack of-

James: We'll take the lot!

Everyone:

James, to Regulus: You can have all the Peppermint Toads you want and more, my prince.

Everyone:

[moonstruckme]

hi! could i get james potter fluff where they’re both just taking a stroll or they’re ice skating and reader suddenly slips and lands on their knee and gets a huge scab on their knee. reader plays it off saying she’s fine but she doesn’t notice that her knee is slowly bleeding and james freaks out? 😭

aka me, I SLIPPED ON ICE AND MY KNEE STARTED BLEEDING TODAY

Ahh sorry babe! Here's some Jamie to heal you <3 (I have no idea how this got so long sorry)

cw: mentions of blood

James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 1.4k words

“Whoa, you okay?” James skids to a stop beside you, ice shavings flying. 

You grin at him, embarrassed. “Yeah, I’m good.” You ignore the burning in your knee, wobbling back to your feet. James sets a tentative hand under your forearm to steady you. “Sorry.” 

He makes a face. You know him well enough by now to know it means he doesn’t want you to apologize, but he knows you well enough to know that saying it is pointless. The two of you set off again. You’ve got one arm in James’ hold and the other extended cautiously to the side for balance, but James Good-At-Everything Potter doesn’t even need to look in front of him as he skates. He glides along smoothly, maneuvering you both around kids with little plastic helpers and other inexperienced skaters like yourself with little effort. If he weren’t so himself, it’d be pretty irksome. 

“What were we talking about?” you ask, laughing awkwardly. 

“You were telling me about the cat outside your work,” James reminds you. 

“Oh, yeah.” You shake your head at yourself a little, looking down at your skates just like James had warned you not to. They start to slip out from under you, but he holds you up until your right yourself. “Sorry, I’ve been going on about that forever.” 

“No, it’s cute,” he says. “Don’t hold out on me, what happened to her? Did she get a name?” 

“She did.” You glance at him, and he’s smiling encouragingly. James is always smiling at you. It’s incentive to keep talking. 

You tell him more about the cat, and then he tells you about the puppy his parents adopted when he moved out, which he felt rather cheated about because he’d always wanted one when he lived at home. You tell him about the slew of fish you’d had as a child, which sparks a conversation about odd pets, which is how you learn about his friend’s pet toad. James seems to have a lot of friends. You’re starting to keep track of a few names, but sometimes they swirl together and you can’t remember who’s who. He doesn’t hold it against you. 

You’ve only been on a few dates with James, but this is typically how they go. You show up all self-conscious and tense, and then he gives you one of his easy smiles and suddenly it’s like you’ve no reason to be nervous at all. James loves to talk, and you, oddly, seem to love talking with him as well. You enjoy the talking a lot more than the skating, and when your time slot on the rink is up you have to feign a bit more disappointment than you feel. As far as you’re concerned, the main event is going to be the hot chocolate you plan to have after this. 

“Let me get that,” James says when he’s undone the laces to both his skates and you’re still struggling with your first one. He kneels in front of you, deft fingers easing apart the knot and then whipping the laces skillfully out of each of their little hooks. He starts to pull the skate off your foot, but pauses when his eyes flit up, catching on your knee. 

He hisses through his teeth. “Sweetheart, what happened here?” 

“Hm?” You bend over so your head is closer to his, trying to see what he’s talking about. Your leggings are wet through with blood, a giant ugly splotch around your knee. “Oh,” you say quietly. 

“Oh,” James agrees, teasing tone at odds with the uncharacteristic frown pinching his features. “That looks rough. Do you think it happened when you fell?” 

“Which time?” you joke.

His laugh is half-hearted. A diligent effort. He starts pulling up the one side of your leggings, working them up your calf. He hisses again, sympathy mingled with concern, when the bloody mess of your knee is unveiled. It’s almost impossible to tell where the cut is with the skin around it stained so thoroughly. You bite your lip to keep from making a sound as James peels the fabric of your legging away carefully, but when his thumb presses on the skin next to the wound you wince. 

He inhales softly, seemingly as startled as you are, and gives you an remorseful look. “Sorry, lovely. How badly does it hurt?” 

“Not bad,” you fib, though exposed to the cold air, the burning is starting to get to you. 

James looks like he knows, mouth pulling to the side compassionately. His eyebrows come down behind his glasses as he tries to get a look at the wound. You try to ignore the tingling that results from him gripping the back of your knee the way he is. Tenderly, with more care than you’re used to. 

“Alright.” He gives the side of your calf a little pat, rising to his feet. “I’m going to go find someone who works here.” 

“Oh, James,” you protest as he walks away, “it’s really not that bad. I’ll take care of it at home!” 

“Stay put!” he calls over his shoulder. 

As if you’d ever leave without him. 

You try not to fidget while he’s gone, feeling awkward and pathetic sitting all bloody and alone while other groups taking off their skates chat around you. James returns a short time later with a sullen-looking employee in tow. You give them a tight smile, and James returns it with twice the gusto, talking up the teen worker who looks like they’d rather be anywhere else. He’ll come around. You doubt anyone can resist the James Potter charm. 

“Such excellent service they have here,” James says lightly, sitting beside you on the metal bench. He sets a casual hand on your knee, putting a stop to the bouncing you didn’t realize you’d started. “I asked for a first aid kit and they gave me a whole Martin.” 

Martin declines to comment. He unpackages a tiny antiseptic wipe, going after your bloody knee with unfeeling determination. 

You bite down on your lip, and James’ dark brows lower, his eyes flickering between you and Martin indecisively. You give him a small smile that you hope says Please don’t say anything to this poor kid on my behalf, even if I potentially start crying. James seems to get the general idea, returning your smile and intertwining his fingers with yours consolingly. 

One benefit of Martin’s vicious treatment is that it’s over quickly. Before long, he’s slapping a plaster on your cut and telling you both to let someone (not him, presumably) know if you need anything else. A man of few words to the last. 

James takes his place before you can move, kneeling in front of you again. 

“Is that really it?” he asks disbelievingly, delicately stroking the edge of the small plaster with his thumb. 

“I told you it wasn’t bad,” you tease softly. 

He blows out a big breath, blinking up at you. “I thought for sure it was going to need stitches. How do you bleed so much? You scared the shit out of me, sweetheart.” 

“Sorry.” 

The look he shoots you is about as stern as he ever gets, disapproval buried beneath a heap of fondness. “Don’t,” he says. 

You fail to hide a smile, and he fails to hide his reciprocation, dropping his chin back towards your knee. It really looks now like you’ve both been quite dramatic, the blood all cleaned up and a tiny plaster covering what turned out to be only a small scrape. From the feel of it you know it’ll be horribly bruised in the morning, but it really was never anything too dire.

“Do you think you can straighten it?” 

“No,” you deadpan. “I think I’ll probably need crutches, actually.” 

James looks up, startled and delighted by your joking. “Yeah?” There’s a breathless sort of laughter in his tone. “What do you think, ten days’ bed rest?” 

“Oh, at least.” 

“Mm, and I suppose someone will have to bring you all your meals as well. Feed you chocolates and pastries and all that, keep you company, serenade you from time to time.” 

Your lips twitch. You can feel your face warming faintly. “Seems best.” 

James nods, aiming for serious but missing by a mile with that ever-present curve in his lips. “Well, I guess we’d better get you home, then,” he says, worming his arm under your knees. 

You don’t realize what he’s up to until the other one wraps securely around your back, and by then it’s too late. 

“James!” you gasp as he hoists you up, grabbing onto his shoulders. “Put me down.” 

“Don’t worry sweetheart, we’ll still stop for hot chocolate. I’d never deprive you of that.”

[forever-and-whats-left]

I saw someone make a headcannon post, so why not?

Erik:

• he knows pressure points, human weaknesses, etc. basically my excuse to say Erik would know how to disarm Meg in LND because what was that.

• good at everything to an infuriating level. (Everything psychological not so much)

• has an arsenal of dad jokes he uses in increasingly insensitive ways.

• has some weird thing about size. Type of guy to call you “small” as a flirtatious move…

• easily hurt, both physically and emotionally, but refuses to take a break or admit it. Unless Christine is concerned, then he’ll do nothing but wail about it for attention.

• his hands are both cold and smelly, take that translation truthers!

• if he were an ordinary man, he’d still be a complete snob.

• when he’s going crazy he vents his emotions out on a Carlotta-esque toad puppet. There is a tiny wooden stick he beats it with.

Christine:

• would love Fiona Apple.

• her love language is tolerating you.

• people call her “nice” because they rarely speak to her at all. Not that she isn’t, but I’ve always thought she was a bit asocial.

• extremely empathetic to animals. She can’t even kill a spider. (Ahem)

• dislikes being touched.

• moved around with her father a lot, so she has some pretty severe attachment issues. She had good reasons to leave Erik, but Raoul(while he can be a jerk) takes the brunt of her poor coping mechanisms.

• In another life, had Erik not been so pushy and murder-y, they would’ve been very very close.

• Asexual. Yeah. Take that.

• Or she at least would dislike the very potent closeness and intimacy the devils tango brings. In other words sex repulsed.

• After the book, I imagine she took a small break from opera. She'd spent so much of her life doing things for others, and now it was time to do something for herself. Maybe she started singing what she wanted to sing, or maybe she pursued something entirely different. My idea: she began writing stories. After all, her connection to them had always been strong.

• a private woman, thus why she didn’t speak with leroux.

Raoul:

• can be an asshole, but more willing to admit it that others. I choose to interpret the fact that he so readily admitted how cruel he was(to a man who would publish this no less!) as an admission of guilt.

• would never take away music from her.

• a bit pudgy, but has some real muscle beneath it. He can’t be a twink doing sailor work I don’t think. (That rhymed!)

• hates Erik for taking his brother from him. He has a hard time watching Christine mourn Erik because of it.

Daroga:

• becomes Christine’s friend after the plot of the book. How, you ask? Beats me.

• I don’t have many headcannons about him I’m so sorry. Please, pitch your own id love to see em! He’s such an interesting character I feel so bad!

[the-fiction-witch]

Breathless P2

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating Sweet

Requested: That was great please can we have a part two, also absolutely love your writing Part 2? Warnings: Medical emergencies / Asthma attacks / medical instruments / medication

I lay in the little cheap metal hospital bed, the white enamel paint flicking and flaking off, the sweet sheets around my body, the scent of cleanliness in the air. I had been here for the amount a week now and so far I had been taken excellent care of, Jack was my doctor and he would check up on me almost on the hour or close to it, to check I was alright, he even gave me my own room so I wasn't on the ward with other people. 

"Hey, how are you feeling?" Jack asked as he opened my door and came inside, shutting the door behind him.

I blushed a little to see him again as I had only seen him about an hour ago, and given the time this would likely be the last time he visited, but I noticed his clothes adjusted and hair fixed since the last I saw him. His hands are a little dirty with blood.

"What did you do today?" I asked looking at his hands, 

"Humm? Ohh, bandaging." He answered pushing up his sleeves and showing his hands off, he went to the side and washed up his hands, "So? How are you feeling?"

"The same. Wheezy, tight chest, coughing nothing up." I explained, 

"Alright, You're not getting any better it's concerning me." He said coming to sit on my bed briefly fixing some hair from my face, "Come on. I'll be quick." I nodded and sat up turning to the window as he took his little listening tool and carefully slipped it up my nightie but I gasped 

"You alright?"

"It's cold," I complained 

"Ohh sorry" he chuckled taking it off and breathing on it a little and then putting it back, a little warmer 

"Good girl, In... and out. just breathe with me, In and out" He whispered  "And around the front" He said moving his tool to my front still under my nightie "In... and out." He muttered "Alright" he sighed moving away 

"What about the other tests?" I asked

"Still waiting." He said "Go on lay back down" he reassured 

I nodded and laid back in bed "Can't I have a cigarette?"

"No." he glared

"Half a one?"

"No."

"... can I breathe next to a leaf?"

"No. Those damn things were only making you worse" 

"A pipe then?"

"No. I'm not telling you again" He warns 

 "What is it you're scared of Jack?"

"...Nothing." He answered clearly lying to me "Get some rest, I'll check up on you tonight." He said tapping my hand and giving it a little kiss before he headed to the door 

"Jack?"

"Yeah?" he asks turning to face me 

"You'd tell me if you knew something was wrong... wouldn't you?"

"I'm a doctor. I have to give bad news... as much as it might hurt." He said, "Get some rest." 

"Yes doctor" I nodded, his words stung my heart leaving me breathless, I felt like he was lying to me, but I didn't want to push him perhaps I was wrong. 

I sat in bed with my book listening to myself wheeze when the door opened, 

"I come baring soup" Jack smiled setting the soup on my table "It's not great I admit but, there is enough spice in that soup to jump the heart of a toad, so hopefully it should clear your airways a little, if nothing else... you'll certainly feel the air a lot more" he chuckled sitting on the bed with me "How are we?"

"The same" I coughed into my tissue the moment I stopped he glared clicking his fingers and offering his hand so I handed the tissue over

"Thank you," he said stuffing it in his pocket to run tests on later "I also have something else for you"

"Ohh noo... Please no more bellows Jack" I pleaded 

"No, no more. I don't know why I listened to him about that" He sighed "Medicine," He said getting the bottle from his pocket 

"What will it do?"

"I don't know. I hope it's going to stop you from wheezing..."

"But?"

"But... it may cause you to have a heart attack."

"Ahhhhh" I whined 

"I'm only going to give you a tiny. Tiny about barely even half a teaspoon, if it dulls the wheeze I'll give you more if it doesn't I'll be here to stop the heart attack"

"I don't much like being your experiment Piglet" I pouted 

"I know you don't,"

"Do I have to?"

"Do you want to get better?"

"Yes" I sighed 

"Good, besides your too cute to be a piglet" He winked  "Come on, for me?" He cooed getting the little spoon for me 

I rolled my eyes and opened my mouth

"Good girl" He cooed pouring the tiniest about from the bottle into the spoon and letting me take it "There, not give it a minute I will get the Spirometer."

"Do you have to?" I whined 

"Yes." he glared fetching the little contraction from my table it was basically a tube, a glass, and a weight, the weight sat in the glass filled with water and the rubber tube offered to me, I had to breathe as much as I could to cause bubbles to push up the weight which Jack would then read and write down "Big big breath for me," he says I took the tube and did as he asked even if I almost felt like passing out "Ummm... that is, actually a small improvement over yesterday" he smiled giving my nose a kiss "Right, in a few hours We'll check again" 

I sat at the window blowing the smoke out the window but I heard the familiar footsteps, so I quickly put it out threw it out the window and climbed back to bed grabbing my perfume spraying it around the room and me, as the door opened to Jack, "afternoon," He smiled 

"afternoon," I smiled back 

"What's that smell?" He asked as he came over getting the Spirometer from the table and sitting it beside the bed 

"Ohh uhhh wild English rose. My perfume" I smiled giving my bottle another spritz and trying to smile innocently 

"No, I like your perfume." he said coming over to my bed sitting on my bed and glaring at me as he came closer "Y/n."

"Yes, Jack?"

"Where are they?"

"Where's what?"

"You know what."

"I'm sure I don't."

"Yes you do."

"What are you talking about?"

"Where. Are. They."

"Where are what" I pouted

"The cigarettes."

"I don't have any." I snapped 

"Don't you?" he warns 

I couldn't help but glance at my hiding spot but he noticed and rushed to grab them before I did leaving us fighting over who could get their hand under my bed the quickest and I lost. 

"HA! You lied to me." He snapped grabbing the box of asthma cigarettes my father dropped off yesterday when he came to visit "What did I tell you about these." He warns getting up and dropping the box, stepping on them hard to destroy them, as he knew if he merely threw them away I'd get them out the bin, he picked up the wrecked box and threw it out the window before turning his attention to me, so I sheepishly pulled the covers to my nose trying to hide "the only reason you are not getting bent over that bed and getting the absolute worst bloody spanking of your life y/n. Is because I know you'll tell your father and he'll have me hanged."

"eep" I whined hiding under the covers like a ghost "Don't hurt me Jack" I giggled 

he sat on my bed again and tried to remove the covers but I held them too tight, so he sighed and moved the covers over his own head to join me in my tent of fear "I'm not doing it to be mean, I know your struggling, but they are making you so so much worse you know they are."

"I know." I nodded 

"Hey, come on," he cooed stroking my cheek "A little smile for the doctor?"

I forced a smile but ended up having to cough 

"We're gonna have to up your dose"

"No. Jack please it tastes like bones"

"I know but it'll make you better."

"No. I won't."

"Please. for me."

"No."

"You're taking it. either you open your mouth or I'm fetching the funnel." 

"Noooooo" I whined 

"You gonna take your medicine?"

"Fine" I huffed 

"Good girl" he cooed getting the bottle from his pocket and giving me a full spoonful as my dose had only been getting larger "Open up come on" he smiled and I sighed opening my mouth and taking it 

"Ehhhh!" I complained about the terrible taste 

He smiled looking at me a moment before he closed the gap between us and kissed me I had to admit, it was so very nice indeed. His lips were so smooth and gentle, and his slightly metallic woody smell filled my nose, barely any light reached my eyes, our bodies still under the cover like children in a fort, the only issue was such a kiss took my breath away... figuratively and literally. when he pulled back I wheezed and coughed "Is it worse?" he asked a little worried

"You really thought that would help?" I glared with a wheeze throwing the covers off "Yes make the asthmatic hold her breath and both one of her breathing holes with your own mouth"

"Good point." He nodded

"I know you've been waiting for those test results a while jack, I didn't think you'd resort to testing with your own tongue"

"I will do whatever is necessary" He smirked 

"I bet you would" I glared

He smiled kissing my nose before he got up "I'll see you later?"

"I'm not going anywhere." 

"you know what I mean." He glared "Be good. I'll see you later. Ohh and uhh don't tell your father about this-"

"I suppose I could..." I smiled innocently he gave me a look and I just pouted my lips he smirked and held my cheeks giving me another kiss 

"Good girl, I'll see you for dinner" He said stroking my cheek before he headed off back to work. 

I woke up clutching my chest trying desperately to breathe in but no matter how much I gasped nothing arrived in my lungs, I sat up in a rush clawing at my throat as I took in as much as I could but nothing quelled this feeling of needing air, like drowning but above water. 

"Whoa, Whoa, slow. Slow down" Jack told me as I woke him up, he grabbed my face sat on my bed and walked me through some breaths through my nose which did allow air in just not as much as I needed, and once I relaxed I was able to breathe as normal as ever. "You alright?" he asked and I nodded "That's the third time this week." He said fear in his words 

For a moment or two, we just sat following one another breaths, I felt bad seeing the tiredness in his eyes, I had woken him, ever since these night-time attacks Jack would come down to deliver my dinner and sit in the chair by my bed for the rest of the night, I know he mostly slept in the chair but it still left him exhausted, and that was before me waking up breathless in the night which would wake him too and then he would struggle to be able to sleep again merely sitting up all night to watch skin and ensure I was still breathing. 

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah... chipper." 

"Come on, lay down." he said "Get yourself back to sleep."

"what if it happens again-"

"Then I will be here, and I will make sure you okay," he said "Now come on get some sleep"

I laid down as he asked me to "You need to sleep too."

"No, I don't."

"Yes, you do." I told him tapping my bed 

"I shouldn't-"

"Come on. For me?"

"Alright" He chuckled a little at me using what he so often said back to him, he climbed in with me and laid down slowly and gently holding me, our noses touching  

"You think I'm dying, don't you?"

"...No." he lied

"How much longer on those tests you've been running?"

"I got the results back weeks ago."

"Which are?"

"... I can't"

"You're my doctor. You have to tell me bad news."

"You really can't think of a reason I wouldn't want to tell you" he whispered "After... all our time together, I- I care about you too much now to tell you the truth..."

"I'd tell you. If I knew... Because I care about you." 

"... Your lungs are inflamed and I don't know why. the bronchioles in your lungs aren't working, it's like there being strangled."

"My lungs are disintegrating?"

"More or less. They are heavily damaged and only getting worse, I'm worried you could have full-on Pneumonia but ... I can't tell for sure."

"What can be done?"

"....Nothing. I open you up you'll die of shock. or blood loss before I knew where I was and what I was doing, even so... I can't go into your lungs and fix it- I put a hole in your lying you're as good as dead." 

"So what? You're just going to stay here, and cuddle and kiss me till I die?" 

"Don't you think this hurts... I'm a surgeon. and the one person I can't save is you." He said, "Don't you think that tears my heart in two?"

"Is there anything?" I asked

he shook his head "If it was possible, I would tear out my lungs and give them to you."

"That would kill you, Jack-"

"I know that. I would... if it meant you survived." 

"I know you would" I nodded "Is there any chance?"

"....I don't know" He answered giving my lips a sweet kiss "Come on, get some sleep."

"Will you stay with me?" I asked nuzzling into his chest

"Always. I promise" He answered 

[kasssscali]

Hi hi! I’ve got Digital Circus brainrot and I need to share this idea with you

What about some headcanons of Jax with a really tiny s/o? Like when they showed up at the circus, they’re just automatically tiny (I mean like small enough to ride on someone’s shoulder tiny, like toad sized)!

And they’re super chill- very go with the flow, just vibing. (Like someone picks them up and they just like “OoP I’m up here now)! I think it’d be a silly concept! Big asshole rabbit and his tiny s/o

Thank you and have a wonderful day/night!

A/N: yaasssss i gotchu

When you first arrive to the digital world, everyone is in aw of your size, yes they have seen and witnessed numerous things Caine has put them through

however, you are the first shock. At first everyone thought you where an npc given your small size

once Caine informed them that you where indeed NOT an npc you were quickly surrounded by everyone asking you questions you couldn’t even answer yourself

The tall chess piece named Kinger even asked you if you wanted to be apart of his insect collection given you’re small size

of course you said no.

“Looks like you got a little competition Pom Pom”. Jax said, now that you officially introduced yourself as the smallest of the group, you basically threw Pomni off her short throne

secretly Pomni didn’t mind at all, for her it was tiring to literally look up to basically everyone in the digital circus

but now it was your turn to receive that attention

and no, its the the type of attention you want at first, the attention feels similar to a situation where all your aunts would pinch your cheek and make remarks about how big you have gotten

obviously it wasn’t as direct as THAT, but the constant babying for a while was really annoying

but eventually it went away, your personality was a go with the flow type of vibe. And once everyone stopped gawking about how short you were, it was easier to bond with everyone

People picking you up? You were all for it

Even though the babying stopped overtime, it didn’t FULLY go away like you wanted

just that one particular had to make it more infuriating, and yeah ya’ll know who this ass rabbit is already

“how’s the weather down there?”

”OOP- sorry shorty! Didn’t see ya there!”

the lack of creativity was enough too drive you insane, your relationship with Jax wasn’t the best obviously. Jax didn’t have a structural relationship with ANYONE

it took some time, it took a lot of time actually but you were able to tolerate his existence after a while

your feelings from annoyance, to friendship, quickly enhanced to romantic feelings towards him

and once he realized that he shared romantic feelings with you too, you’re relationship between the two of you changed

the teasing of course didn’t stop, hell of course it would never stop

once Jax learned to be more affectionate with you, he would start surprise picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder

your so light compared to him, it’s hard for him to resist that urge to just pick you up easily

Because of your size, often you have a hard time keeping up with everyone in the circus

Jax will gladly throw you on his shoulder and let you enjoy the ride

while you’re sitting on his shoulder, he’ll have his hand over your thigh just to keep you safe and secure

he might drop you purposely for the fun of it

[nostalgiclittlespace]

Request: Care giver! Lilith and little! Lucifer (Hazbin hotel)

Plot: Lucifer being in little space and Lilith taking care of her baby (he’d be 0-2 years old), just lots of fluff please 💕

Thanks so much for the ask, anon! Sorry for the short delay in getting this out, but I hope you enjoy! (Also it seems like all of my agere fics end with sleepy cuddles 😭 aka Self indulgence. Luci was also very neurodivergent coded. Again, self indulgence)

SFW AGE REGRESSION FIC, DNI IF KINK, NSFW, PROSHIP, OR SIMILAR. DO NOT REPOST.

Title: The Cutest King of Hell

Word Count: 1249

Pairing: CG! Lilith x Little! Lucifer

Description: Playtime and a picnic for Little Luci! (Fluff!)

The Cutest King of Hell

Lucifer.  A daring, intelligent, cunning creature.  The first to introduce evil and disobedience to the so perfect human kind.  He had once been an angel, hand-crafted by God, and cast away from his first home.  But now, he was a king, the most powerful being in Hell…

But he also happened to be the cutest.

Lilith huffed affectionately as Lucifer pushed his rubber ducks along the floor.  Laying on his stomach, pacifier between his lips, white and yellow onesie equipped–no one could argue that he wasn’t just the sweetest, most innocent being Hell had ever seen.

Especially not Lilith.

She too sat on the floor, pushing the rubber ducks back towards Lucifer, as if they were swimming back down the lake of his pale blue playmat.  There were many other creatures along for the adventure too of course.  Some frogs, fish, and even a couple plastic dinosaurs had made it into Lucifer’s imaginary world.

Lilith knew all about the fallen angel’s imagination and creativity of course.  Perhaps it was the thing she adored most about him.  He could create infinite stories, creatures, and worlds in that perfect mind of his.  Even when regressed as young as this, he managed to maintain a clear enough objective in his play.  If his babbling was anything to go by, the ducks were meeting the dinos and toads for a picnic on a faraway island.  Called Ducky Island of course.

“What’s the duck say, Luci?” Lilith quizzed with a smile as she pushed one towards him to join the other rubber figures at their meet-up.

“Qwak!” the baby exclaimed, pushing it along.  “Qwak, qwak, qwak!”

Though the mimicry was muffled by the silicone in his mouth, his confidence and pride in the answer was evident by his eyes crinkling into a smile.

“That’s right,” Lilith smiled as well.

The Queen of Hell reached for the toy bin, where they kept all of Lucifer’s play toys.  FIshing around, it only took a moment for her fingers to land on yet another duckling.

“Here’s James Pond.  Is he going to the party too?”

“Yeah!” Luci giggled.  “Swim, swim, swim.”

“Off he goes, swimming and swimming,” Lilith agreed, pushing the tuxedo-wearing rubber duck in a circle then towards Lucifer.

Lucifer took over, gliding the duck in smooth patterns across the playmat.  Lilith watched, enjoying the play’s serenity.  Hell, a place of violence and punishment, didn’t see moments as simple as this.  If she were to simply step onto her doorstep, blood, swears, and devastation would greet her.  Inside however, in the nursery she had designed to protect from the horrors, the R-rated nonsense wouldn’t exist.  Here, the most complicated thing was figuring out how to keep Lucifer entertained for more than ten minutes.

“Looks like that picnic needs some food, Luci,” Lilith remarked, pointing to the congregation at ‘Ducky Island.’  “What would they like to eat?”

“Apple,” Lucifer replied, lining up several frogs with the other guests.

“How about apples with peanut butter?” Lilith suggested.

“Yummy!  And cookies?”  

“Of course.  Would you like to help me get it?”

“Mhm!”

Lucifer smiled behind his pacifier, placing the very last duck at the picnic gathering.  Then, using his hands for balance, he pushed himself to his feet with the grace of a baby deer.    

Lilith stood along with him, borrowing the elegance of a great stag.  Lucifer immediately grabbed her hand.  Holding himself close to her, he lightly leaned into her side for balance.  Lilith took it in stride, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze as they ambled towards the kitchen.

  The plush carpet beneath their feet, the perfect crimson walls, and the occasional abandoned toy paved the way through the castle.  Lucifer’s babbling filled the royals’ desolate hallways.  An innocent, adorable sound, a stark contrast to the endless curses that would envelop anywhere else in Hell. 

Soon, Lucifer and Lilith arrived at the kitchen.  Like the nursery, it held all Lucifer’s essentials.  Baby bottles lined the countertops.  Several sippy cups and plastic plates had been abandoned in the sink to be washed.

“Let’s get your picnic and bring it back to Ducky Island,” Lilith said.

Even if he would inevitably make a mess of crumbs and peanut butter on his playmat, seeing the joy Hell’s little king derived from his picnics and play made the mess worth it.  

So, Lilith grabbed a couple apples from the pantry, along with a jar of peanut butter and a package of his favorite cookies.  Lucifer watched with big eyes and a smile beneath his pacifier.  He already extended his hands, silently requesting a sweet treat.

“Not until you finish your healthy food,” Lilith chastised lightly, tapping his nose playfully.  “Come on, let’s get your picnic ready.

Luckily, Lucifer wouldn’t have to wait long.  Within a minute, Lilith had sliced the apples and arranged them in the shape of a swan.  Luci’s eyes grew wide and lustered as he watched the snack take shape.  With a scoop of peanut butter plopped beside it, it was ready to be enjoyed. 

(The cookies, despite some pouting, remained in their box for now.)

Revitalized by the prospect of a delicious snack, Lucifer tugged on her hand, pulling her towards the nursery.  He was already babbling about how all his duckies would be thrilled to see the apple duck she had created.  Actually, it was a swan, but she didn’t bother correcting him; not only would it be pointless, his cuteness was too much to even remotely diminish.

As soon as they arrived at the playroom, Lucifer broke free from her hand holding; he rushed back to his toys on loose, uncoordinated steps.  He plopped down right in front of the ducks and dinosaurs, then popped his pacifier out of his mouth.  Mumbling incoherently, he patted his hand on the spot behind him–clearly demanding that snack time begins.

“Yes, I’m coming,” Lilith smiled, placing the dish on the mat beside him.  

Happily, Lucifer snatched an apple slice.  He took a bite before showing it to his toys.  He continued his baby-talk, and made dramatized munching sounds as his toys also digged into their lunch.  Lilith also may have stolen a couple sweet slices.

As predicted, peanut butter stickiness covered the mat.  Apple juice dripped off Luci’s chin.  Once the cookies were brought out, an ungodly amount of crumbs covered his onesie.  Nonetheless, the endearing giggles made the mess seem small enough.  As the snack slowly disappeared, Luci’s energy did the same. He yawned, scratching his eyes as his sluggish a hands and slurring babbles poked at his toys. Lilith, knowing naptime would soon follow, strode from her place on the floor over to the nightstand, where she wound his music box. By the time Lucifer had noticed she had temporarily left his side, the gentle notes already drifted through the nursery.

Lucifer stared up her, taking long and slow blinks as she scooped him off the floor. It seemed that playtime had sapped all his energy. Duckling picnics were very tiring work after all. As soon as his pacifier was replaced in his mouth, his head rested on her shoulder. The sound music box would last long enough to get the little king to sleep. But not without his lullaby added onto it. Soft lyrics danced with the ringing song.

“More than anything, more th anything, I’ll shelter and adore you more than anything. More than anything, more than anything, need you to know I love you more than anything.”

And every word was true.

[play-now-my-lord]

sorry master chief. It turns out you broke your dick by having your suit jerk you off too many times. You know that meter in your heads-up display between your ammo and your health. Yeah that's the durability of your dick, you should have been paying attention to that. Yeah, I know there's a lot of stuff on your heads up display, but now your dick looks like toad from super mario bros if he was buffed to a mirror sheen. Your dick is ruined forever. Sorry master chief

[marupunch]

Hello! May I please know what exactly are your thoughts on the craftsman and why you hate him so much? /genq

(I do agree with you but I want to know why so much hatred if you don't mind)

Don't worry and thank you for asking! Sorry this took so long but I wanted to deliver something complete and objective (I had to write this 3 times because the first one looked like a rant...)

Even though I don't like Craftsman, it's not like a "I hate the character" kind of hate, more like "I don't think he's a good person but I'll try to reflect that on my art instead of downright hating the whole character" kind of hate. There's actually some background on why I think like this so I'll try to be as objective as possible with my arguments to make my point clear.

Remember, this is just a personal opinion and it's okay if someone doesn't agree with me!

These are video game characters and we're all allowed to have different perspectives about them.

(...)

⚠️WARNING OF LOOOONG TEXT AND SPOILERS FOR ORIGAMI KING⚠️

It's important that we understand that Origami King is a game that relies a lot on Japanese culture to tell a story and that's why there's a lot of misunderstanding in the western part of the fandom about Olly and his character, motivations, etc. We must also understand that origami is a highly respected and important art form in Japan, therefore, its creation entails different guidelines rooted in the culture of this country.

Let's start with the most basic. According to the rules of this art, you are not supposed to write over origami. To be honest, you are not supposed to use any type of tool on origami other than the paper and your hands. I'm not saying that it is completely prohibited but this reduces the value of a work. See it as a form of "cheating."

Writing over origami gives an aspect of informality to your piece. And it greatly influenced how Olly perceived himself, since he took Craftsman's writing as something that reduced his value as origami and even ruined him, as a work of art.

In Japan, a very important aspect of society is how people perceive you, the image you give to those around you. Olly was supposed to be a king, immaculate and perfect, but he was tainted by the very creator of him. His image was ruined and his appearance became a symbol of shame.

Hence his fury towards his creator, which is more highlighted in the Japanese version of the game and is not hidden behind a joke of "All Toads are the same", as in the American version.

At the end of the game it is revealed to us that the message were words of encouragement and good wishes. But again, these are only visible once Olly is on the brink of death, as they were inaccessible in his normal state. They were good intentions, but they did a lot of damage, in the end.

It makes me wonder how the Origami craftsman, being someone who practiced this art every day, did not know such a basic rule. Or maybe he ignored it, but this also leads him to be a bit indifferent, since it doesn't seem like he had the implications of creating a life in general in mind, much less ruining an origami work.

Which also brings us to his motivations. In the game, Craftsman mentions, and I quote, "I don't get to celebrate my craft very often, so I might have gone a bit... overboard."

(Note: I'm the Spanish version, he says "Because people don't compliment my work very often." Yeah, that doesn't help my view of him.)

Although the general perception leaves us with a father-son relationship, Craftsman never refers to Olly as such, since from the beginning, he had created him as a craft, a way for people to praise his abilities, never having in mind a family or considering what responsibility it had to create a new life.

I think he never fully understood the concept of what it was to bring origami to life beyond them being talking dolls, a striking party trick, because also, seeing what Olly has done, he mentions to Olivia that he should never have used the Fold Of Life.

The reason she and Olly are alive in the first place. Even Olivia herself understands the implication of this comment, responding to her creator "Don't say that, I love being alive!".

It almost seems that for Craftsman, the Fold Of Life was just a creative choice about whether or not to put more detail into his creations. But for Olly and Olivia, that technique was their entire lives, literally. The choice of whether they existed or not.

Clearly until now there is a certain objectification on the part of Craftsman towards his creations, seeing them as just this instead of real children. And although there are vain attempts like the doodle on Olly or giving Olivia a weapon to defeat her brother, we can agree that they were not the most optimal tools to try to guide two children who he was supposed to protect. Not like his creations, but like his children. But so far everything is normal.

At least until the end.

Craftsman's first reaction upon seeing Olly's body is to appreciate the material with which he had made it. Yes, perhaps a bit of nostalgia in the creation of it, but ultimately it's a bit insensitive to mention that given that there is a life that has been taken, his son's life, again, showing the aforementioned objectification.

Even worse when, even if he's watching Olivia's expression, he congratulates her for "using the weapon he implemented in his design." At this point I'm trying to be objective, but this is a completely off-base comment. Not only does he not come close to comforting Olivia in a situation that is probably difficult for her, but he is too focused on what HE did to her that he barely does anything to support her beyond teaching her how to make a paper crane.

She just killed her own brother PLEASE just for once be a little emphatic

By the time the ending arrives, Mario seems much more affected by the loss of Olivia than Craftsman himself, who seems much happier for someone who should be mourning his creations.

I think that the scene in the Secret Ending is the closure of why I hate this character, because as I mentioned before, it dehumanized Olly and Olivia a little, treating them only as creations that served a purpose (making him gain recognition) only for them to end...

...being that. The key problem was never acknowledged, Olly and Olivia ended up being exactly what he wanted them to be.

As I mentioned before, this is my PERSONAL PERSPECTIVE about him. It's okay if people don't see him this way but the idea of Craftsman being this kinda insensitive and irresponsable parent makes a lot of sense to me. It just feels correct, specially after how Olly shows symptoms of trauma, like not wanting to see Craftsman's face again being the reason why he wants to get rid of all of the Toads, as mentioned on the Japanese version.

I'm not justifying Olly at all because I know he's wrong with a lot of things but the game tells you he's wrong. He gets his punishment and the whole character of Olly revolves around being a young, irrational king. On the other hand, the image the game gives you about Craftsman is a poor victim who didn't do anything wrong.

I think the worst part is that he never got a single punishment after this. Maybe being trapped in his basement but considering he was the one who started everything in first place, he doesn't seem guilty or even affected. I guess creating two gods, then having them both die in front of you it's just another day for Theofold.

TLDR; Craftsman is an irresponsable, insensitive and negligent father who traumatized Olly. Also a poop head. (?)

[cool-person-yey]

ok but what are the puter voices trying to say????

or: my theory on what the fuck Chester&Norris have going on

so first of all, the voices are trying to communicate with the OIAR through reading the incidents, that's something that basically everyone has noticed, now here's the thing: what are they trying to say?

we only got one Augustus case ( at the moment I'm writing this) so I'm gonna leave him out of this.

anyways, now to the good part, first off let's start with our favorite whiny little toad:

Norris

Norris speaks in episodes 1, 3, 8 and 12

my theory is that Norris is trying to warn them of the consequences their actions (and choices because this is the "at the end of the day, you just need to make a choice" podcast) could have.

in episode 1, this one's a bit obvious, but it shows the consequences ( only " some parts" of their loved one coming back) of them trying to get the person they loved back.

in episode 3, it shows the consequences ( the guy turning into a fucking tree) of the ' statement giver' ( can't think of a better name sorry) killing his ex.

in episode 8, this one I'm not 100% sure tbh, like yeah the consequence is the guy getting a part of their body eaten, but the cause I'm not so sure. maybe the fact they accepted to go in the building ( even if they didn't understand why they did it. something something even if the choices are shitty you still made a choice), or maybe something relating to the ex-wife they mentioned earlier in the incident? that'd be a bit of a far reach, but I'm not discarding anything. It could also be just the fact that they applied and got hired for the job.

in episode 12, the consequences ( whatever the fuck that was. I'm still not over that) of Gwen giving Mr Bonzo that envelope. do i even need to say anything else?

now, to our beloved Archivist Spooky Computer Voice!

Chester

Chester speaks in episodes 1, 5, 7, 9 and 11

my theory is that Chester is trying to warn them to not fucking mess with that type of stuff, and if you're going to, fucking be ready

in episode 1, this one's a bit obvious, RedCanary choosing to explore the magnus Institute, and that resulting in... well, we still don't know yet it but it sure as hell didn't go well. that was a very clear " do not go to the fucking magnus institute manchester" and what did they do? go to the fucking magnus institute manchester

in episode 5 a warning about being desensitized to horror, the characters ( especially Alice) have mentioned dozens of times how they just don't get scared that much anymore, that episode was showing that that isn't always a good thing. also the more obvious don't trust spooky shit but eh

episode 7 it's a bit tricky, I'd say it's a warning to either a) hiring new people (aka Celia? maybe Chester doesn't trust her? idk) or b) trusting people, just like, in general?

episode 9, a warning about making choices, and how ppl are gonna make shitty choices bc they're in shitty situations— but hey, at the end of the day, you still made a choice. or simply about Spooky Artefacts™

episode 11 this one seemed to be very much targeted at Alice, and it seems to be warning her about the paranoia that a paranormal experience can give you. And considering Alice's earlier comment about being followed, I'd say the tattoo being the boat bring hunted by something is definitely something to consider.

but well, this is just a theory, a magnus protocol theory.

seriously tho, i love this initial point of every series cuz i can just make up a lot of connections that in the future prob won't make sense but like, we don't have shit so might as well make up our own lmao.

that being said, maybe i got a few things right! only time will tell. my goal is to say as much random theories as i can until i get atleast one (1) thing right.

thanks for reading all of this, and if you have any addition that you'd like to make feel free!

[crabcantwrite]

Parties, flirting, & monsters

Words: 2.8k

Fandom: MarioLore

Ships: Bowser/reader, King Boo/reader

Warnings: Possessiveness, Male reader, injury, VERY light implied sex mentions (like two sentences, nothing remotely explicit), fighting, yelling

You stood off to the side and watched King Boo, your secret lover, and Bowser argue. You winced at the insults being thrown back and forth. You opened your mouth to calm your lover, but closed it a second later. Careful not to reveal your relationship.

You stayed off to the side until the fight ended, and Bowser came up to you.

He turned and walked up to you, scowling, but he looked you up and down, which made you blush.

“Ooh, hey there~” He giggled, his breath smelling like alcohol. “You’re kinda cute~”

“Oh, uhm, thank you.” You blushed. You knew Boo would be mad, but you still wanted to be polite to his brother.

"Hey... Do you wanna... I don't know. Go somewhere else? Do you wanna... Talk alone, without Boo and everyone else here?" He seemed to be trying to be subtle, but he's obvious.

“O-okay” You agreed, following him into the garden. You hoped that Boo wouldn’t be mad before trying to put the worry out of your mind.

Bowser took you to a corner of the courtyard and placed you on a wall, facing him. His face was close to yours, and you could smell wine on his breath. “Hey, what’s your name~?”

“Y-Y/N” You stuttered, blushing furiously.

"Ah, Y/N... It's a nice name, but I'll call you baby~" He said, he got closer to you, his hands wrapped around yours.

"You know, you're kinda cute. You got those big eyes...Your hands...so soft." He whispered, his hands rubbing against yours. He laced your fingers together.

“O-oh! Uhm..” You looked down at him from where you’re sitting. Suddenly, King Boo drunkenly stormed into the garden, stumbling and tripping over himself.

“Get off of him, Bowser! He’s mine!” He shouted.

You startled and looked over to him, a wave of relief and anxiety washing over you.

"Calm down, Boo, I'm just talking to this cute guy... No reason to get so angry..." Bowser said, he turned to you and winked.

“Hey! He’s MY cute guy! Get away from him or else!” King Boo glared at his brother, his expression livid.

"Your cute guy? He doesn’t belong to you." Bowser held you closer; he's quite a bit bigger than his brother. Boo looked furious, he took out a flask and took a big swig.

You gently pushed yourself away from Bowser “Uhm, actually…”

King Boo was visibly drunk, glaring at the two of you and grumbling.

You stepped away from Bowser “I’m sorry, I’m- I’m actually King Boo’s secret lover���

"Really? That explains a lot." He chuckled. Boo storms over to you, stumbling.

You chuckled “Yeah, sorry to lead you on”

“That explains why he has no wife” Bowser laughed a little, his eyes still on the approaching Boo.

King Boo was drunker than usual and extremely disheveled. He stepped closer to you, but before he said anything, he tripped.You rushed over to him, helping him up “Are you alright?”

"Oh, it's alright, he'll be fine." Bowser chuckled. Boo is stumbling, but he seemed to be drunk and still angry. He turned his head toward you, glaring. You helped hold Boo steady, making sure he’s not hurt.

Boo pushed you away, still glaring. He said something unintelligible to Bowser and then turned around, storming inside the manor and away from you two.

Bowser chuckled again. “And here I thought you might have liked me... But you’re in love with Boo.”

You gave him an apologetic look “I should go check on him”

"What's the point? He's just gonna get mad at you again. Let him sulk." He shrugged.

You shook your head “It was nice talking to you." You walked off in search of King Boo.

Bowser watched for a moment before sitting against the wall and finishing his wine.

It took a little bit of searching, but you find Boo in the kitchen, eating some food, and drunk out of his mind. The room is empty, save for the few toad servants.

You rushed over to him, he had a dark look on his face and was glaring at the counter “Are you alright?”

He looked up and grumbled, "Yes, yes, I'm fine."

"What do you want?" He had a half-finished muffin in his hand. He took a bite, crumbs falling to the floor. A maid rushed over as Boo growled.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t gonna let Bowser..." You looked up at him through large, guilty eyes.

He looked over at you, his eyes filled with disdain.

"What? You weren’t gonna let Bowser what? Sleep with you? Cause he sure seemed to want to."

“I wouldn’t do that!” You protested, ignoring the toad maids watching from behind you.

"Oh really!? Then why did he have his hands all over you? Why were you two talking alone in the garden?" He glared at you in his drunken fury and took another bite of his muffin.

“I didn’t want him to get suspicious of our relationship!" You crossed your arms, “but he knows now anyway”

Boo growled, still glaring, as he shoved the muffin into his mouth and chugged some of his wine.

“Cmon, Boo,” you gave him a pleading look.

"Oh, don't give me that look! I know you and Bowser had something going on behind my back!" He threw his plate on the ground, shattering it.

"No, we didn’t!” You argued, ignoring the broken plate, “We didn’t, I promise.”

King Boo turned, his eyes wide. He seemed to have completely lost it; his hands clenched so hard you’re worried he’ll hurt himself.

“You two had something, didn’t you? Didn’t you, Y/N?!” He roared.

“Why can’t you trust me!?” You yell back.

"WHY DON’T YOU JUST RUN BACK TO BOWSER SINCE YOU CLEARLY LOVE HIM SO MUCH?!" Boo yelled with drunken fury.

“I don’t!” You gave him a pleading look, “Please, you have to believe me!”

Boo’s anger is visible. His face is red, his claws sharp as he started to transform into his monster form.

“I hope you enjoy Bowser and his large...” he grumbled, his words slurred.

“Not this again." You sighed “Boo, I’m not cheating on you! I don’t want anyone else!”

"Hah, sure, you don't. Not like I'm good for anything. Maybe I should've never trusted you." Boo tensed, his eyes glazed over with tears. His claws curled up against his palms.

Boo didn’t seem to be listening; his sharp teeth are visible as he snarls.

“He didn’t know; I didn’t want to tell him we were together!” You reached out for him.

"Leave me alone; I don't need your sympathy. I don't even need your love; in fact, the less, the better, so I don't get my hopes up." He said as he walked away from you.

You could hear him yelling to himself as he stormed outside, but that's nothing compared to what you saw. He continued to transform into his monstrous form. He seemed even bigger now, his eyes glowing a bright purple.

You rushed over to him, putting a hand on his back. You looked up at him and his ghostly monster form.

King Boo looked down at you, his eyes filled with anger.

"Just leave me alone! Go back to Bowser, since you love him more.” There was no reasoning with him; he was pissed off.

One of his hands came down and pushed you, knocking you to the ground. A few of his claws scraped your cheek. You could hear the maids yelling in the background.

You put your hand on your cheek before getting up and putting your hands on the sides of his face “Darling, cmere.”

He resisted, looking away. He didn’t want to be treated like a child. He looked down at you, trying to get your hands off of his face.

You gently pulled his head down and pressed your forehead against his “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.”

King Boo looked a little surprised. He looked back at you, his emotions visible. You could almost feel his anger melt away as he relaxed into your touch. Boo’s face softened as he became calm and returned to his true form.

His eyes drooped, and he sighed, “Sorry about that... I lost control there.”

“It’s alright, baby,” you took his hand, “Let’s get to bed.”

At a sudden clap of thunder, King Boo looked up at the sky, tense and wide-eyed. He squeezed your hand.

"That... is never a good omen."

“It’s just thunder,” you tease, squeezing his hand as you walk upstairs.

“Not in the Mushroom Kingdom... especially not at Boo Mansion. Something bad is coming.” He said as he walked up to his room and let out a loud groan as he fell onto his bed.

You chuckled and closed the blinds “That’s just a superstition.”

“I don’t take superstitions lightly. Go ahead, sleep; I’ll stand guard tonight.” He got under the covers but didn't sleep. You could hear the rain pound against the window.

You chuckled and laid down, so you’re the little spoon “Get some rest, darling, it’s been a long day.”

"Fine." Boo snuggled into bed. He buried his head into your hair, "If we die, I love you."

You could feel him transform back into his monster form.

“We’re not going to die” You teased as he wrapped his arms tightly around you, “But I love you too.”

King Boo seemed to calm a little; he held you tight. “Goodnight, My Love."

You fell asleep quickly in his monster arms, King Boo watched you sleep until he couldn’t stay awake anymore.

King Boo began to growl as the thunder and rain continued outside. He thrashed around in his drunken sleep, growling and whimpering. You could feel his claws digging into your skin, leaving small dents across your arms.

He could hear the sound of whispering and scurrying outside the door, causing him to growl louder.

King Boo’s eyes snapped open. He looked down at you, checking that you’re alright. His eyes widened as he listened to the noise outside the door. Boo tensed, pulling you to his chest.

“My little Y/N.. Please get up.. Something’s wrong..” He shook you awake, his voice wavering.

You sleepily opened your eyes. “Go back to sleep, sweetheart.”

He gave you a dirty look, and the pressure from his claws intensified. “There’s someone at the door; there’s something going on!"

King Boo got up to investigate the noise, kissing your forehead before slipping out of the room. You laid alone for several more minutes until there’s a knock on the door. You opened the door and saw a couple toad servants.

"My lord, we have some... troubling news..." One of the toads said as she walked inside.

“What is it?”

“My lord, we- there were reports of King Boo transforming into his monster form a few minutes ago..” One of the other servants said.

You rushed out of the room, pulling on a coat “Where is he? Where’s King Boo?”

"He walked out of the mansion. To where? We do not know." She shivered, her eyes filled with fear. Everyone in the mansion is nervous; they are all talking and whispering.

“I’ll handle it” You buttoned the coat and rushed out of the castle into the storm.

The servant looked scared for you, but she nodded. “Be careful..” 

King Boo was nowhere to be seen in the rain. You heard thunder and saw lightning overhead as the rain soaked your jacket. You heard some strange noises.

You rushed towards the sound “King Boo!?”

You turned the corner of the mansion and found King Boo grumbling to himself and pacing.

“Get out of here, Y/N!” King Boo hissed.

“Come back inside, darling” you reached up and put your hand on his cheek.

“Do you not understand?! Get inside, Y/N!” He yelled, his voice was louder, deeper in his monster form. He grabbed you by your arm and tried to drag you back to the mansion.

“Not unless you come in with me!” You protested, clinging to his arm.

King Boo seemed to fight against your grasp, but he can't pull away. He turned you to face him, looking down at you with his angry, wide-eyed gaze.

“Please. For me? Go inside.” He had deep bags under his eyes, and he was practically begging you.

“Come with me,” you pleaded, “You shouldn’t be out here in the cold.”

His grip on you became tighter. He dragged you into the mansion, scolding you as he did so. You held onto his arm as he dragged you inside, “You’re staying with me!”

He looked around and saw everyone whispering and talking about what happened. He scowled before he turned to the servant who spoke to you earlier.

“What happened?! Why is everyone making such a fuss?!” He was louder than ever in his monster form.

“You did disappear, love” You wrapped your hands around his arm, trying to keep him calm.

“You all need to relax!” King Boo said, clearly annoyed. He’s not used to all this panicking.

“I do not appreciate being dragged back into my mansion like a prisoner, where I can’t even go out for a stroll”

King Boo crossed his arms and scowled at everyone. He looked down at you and grabbed your hand. “Let’s go to our room; we can talk there.”

In his bedroom, King Boo closed the door, and the servants scattered downstairs. He looked at you and took off his dripping crown. “Sit by the fire while I get out of this wet coat.”

He walked over to the corner of the room. He tried to take off his coat, but it was too tight, sticking to him. He pulled at it frantically, scratching his skin in the process.

You walked over and helped him out of the coat “What did you need to talk about, love?”

King Boo was soaked through his clothes after taking off his coat, his shirt is stuck on his skin. He seemed cold, you could see he’s shivering, but he’s trying not to show it.

“I just wanted to talk. But now I’m cold” King Boo scowled. He walked over to the fire and laid down in front of it. He scooted over so you could sit down too. You laid a towel over him and sat down next to him, leaning against his legs.

King Boo scooted closer to the fire and closed his eyes. He relaxed in front of the fire while he was wrapped in his towel.

He crossed his arms over his chest, staring into the fire.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

He laid his head on your shoulder and clung onto you. He’s shivering, soaking wet, and his shirt is still stuck to his skin.

“I don’t want to bother you, my love, but can you undress me?” He sighed. Your eyes widened in surprise. You’ve learned to respect his privacy and his boundaries around the idea of “private time.”

“Of course” You helped him out of his wet clothes despite your surprise “Better?”

He wrapped himself around you, his arms around your hips and stomach. You could feel his worry from how hard he’s holding onto you “What’s wrong, baby? Is this about Bowser?”

King Boo chuckled, you’ve figured it out.

"Yeah...that bastard.” He huffed; it’s clear he’s not used to having competition “I don’t appreciate him trying to get with you; you’re mine.”

You chuckled, “Yes, darling, I’m yours.”

“My little Y/N” King Boo smiled. He pulled you into his body as he wrapped his huge arms around you. He pressed his face against your hair, kissing the back of your head.

”All mine..” His voice was quiet and possessive. Several toad servants stood outside the door, quietly listening to your conversation.

“All yours,” you agreed, letting him pull you against his ghostly chest.

“I’m sick of everyone trying to take you away from me” Boo sighed, resting his head on yours “I wish we didn’t have to keep our relationship a secret.”

“No one's gonna take me away from you, baby,” you nuzzled your head underneath his chin.

King Boo sighed, his breath warm against your head.

“I wish I didn’t have to worry like this. You’re mine…You love me and not anybody else, right?”

His voice was quiet, you could hear the servants whispering from behind the door. “Promise me, Y/N. Promise me you’re mine and nobody else’s.”

“I promise, sweetheart” you laid down against him “No need to worry.”

King Boo smiled, satisfied. He closed his eyes and relaxed.

"It's been a long time since I've had someone to hold." King Boo smiled sadly. He yawned and cuddled up to you.

“I’m here now,” you closed your

King Boo yawned again, and you could feel his claws retract slightly. His grip on you relaxed, and you both laid together for a while.

[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Fury Shadow

Debut: Super Mario 3D World + Bowser’s Fury

EVIL LUIGI!!! It’s EVIL LUIGI, PUNKS!

HELL yeah!!!

Still reading this post? Heh... I guess you’re braver than I thought. Not that it means much, out here in Evil Luigi territory...

Despite their appearance, Fury Shadows are NOT actually Luigi. Why do they look like Luigi? I don’t know! Why don’t you ask them?

Oh, sorry, It’s in Ball Form right now. Please leave a message. Regular Luigi doesn’t go in Ball Form all that often, which is an easy way to tell them apart. Usually, you can also tell them apart because Fury Shadows are made of black goop and have piercing red eyes, but the ball form is more reliable, in case the real Luigi has been wallowing in crude oil while wearing colored contacts.

Fury Shadows like to be On The Move! Trying not to get got. They are a lot like Shadow Mario, running away with a Shine, needing Mario to chase them down and bop them a bunch to get it. With how Sunshine-inspired Bowser’s Fury is, it is pretty much absolutely a reference to Shadow Mario! I just must ask, why Luigi? Because it’s funnier? I think it’s funnier. Is that why, Fury Shadow?

Aw, nuts. Ball Form again. They will enter Ball Form after each hit, no doubt incubating their Luigi Form in there, before Luiging once more. I would think this spiky form would be more effective at not being hit, but I don’t think that’s their style. I think they’re Cheeky!

If Mario takes too long to chase them, Fury Shadows will stop to taunt him. You just got Luigi’d! I think this is all a game to them. Even the most evil of Luigis likes to have fun.

Fury Shadow also brings to mind Gooigi! They just love making gelatinous Luigis these past few years! I think it would be funny if these just slowly but surely became a permanent fixture of the Mushroom Kingdom. Liquid Luigis becoming as ubiquitous as Toads and Yoshis. A Luigi made of sap, waving to you from the sidelines of Maple Treeway.

And if you find that thought to be more unsettling than charming?

GOOD

-Evil Luigi

[cosmic-spider]

Rottmnt four kings au x fem reader

A new world?

(So I’m going to make it seem that the reader is more of a southern and country style thigh there home in a more forest area. So sorry if some of you don’t like it like that.)

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It was another day as you were taking care of your dogs and chickens out side of your house.You had to take care of your self since you’re mom had to go of the to another city for work for a month since she was a nurse.

Plus you had a job as animator and voice actor at home. Even if you were barely in your second year of high school that you took online at home.

Even if you we’re stuck home doing all the chores in the house at the time. You just playing video games and watching childhood movies in my spare time.

After a bit you went outside to go fill up the chickens water tanks and give them there food. As you finished giving the chickens there food you got reader to go inside. Until you see one of the chickens run off into the woods.

You ran after the chicken which only scared it more as it then ran to the area of a small river that led up to a grain pipe that was sticking out of the ground that had a lot of plants all over it.

You then caught up to it from a distance and not scare it away again. The chicken that jumped on top of the side of the tube then you slowly got closer to the chicken.The chicken then jumper over the old pipe as it saw you approaching. You then tried to get the chicken the second it was still on the pipe.

But the chicken got away last second and you ended up on top of the pipe spreed out on top of it as you grunted in pain from hitting the pipe in the process. A second later the tube slowly started to glow a light blue from under you.

Before you could question what was happening the tube then sucked you in as you were then transported into a type of tube systems that were in “the sky”!?

The next thing you know you were now shot out of another pipe from a wall this time. As you were shot out you hit a bunch of giant mushroom the size of a two story house.

That sent you in so many diferente detections in a short and fast amount of time then landed on another that broke your fall. As you rolled of it and landed on the ground on your back.

You got off the ground and rubbed your head from the fall. Then looked around as you saw that you were now In a area made of only mushrooms of different sizes and colors. From regular little small ones to ones as big as houses.

What….the? What is this place?

You then looked all around the area until her eyes landed on a blue mushroom that was at the hight of her knees. She then goes over to the mushroom holding her right arm out to touch it.

But before she got the chance to a creature that looked to have a mushroom for a head or hat jumped out from behind the blue mushroom.

Do not touch that mushroom you will die!

The creature yelled out as it waved its hands as a warning to you. You stumble back in fear at the sudden creatures appearance as you fall on the ground.

Oh sorry. This one is perfectly safe.

The creature told you at hugged the mushroom then got on the ground and helped up.

Wow your a human and is new to here are you?

Umm yeah I’m human….and who or we’ll what are you?

You said as you brushed you’re self of from the fall. Then slowly tack a few steps back a bit scared.

Oh I’m a toad and my name is toad. Ironic isn’t it? Sorry about the scare from earlier.

Oh it’s ok I’m just a bit shaken up from being launched out from the pipe.

You said as you take a few deep breaths to calm your self a bit.

Well is there anyway to get me how since the last I saw the pipe I got out of it kinda got destroyed from how old it was.

Well I’m not the best at the pipes out here. But I’m always up fro helping someone. So if you want I can take you to someone that can help you. If you want?

The creature now named toad told you starting off a bit sad not being able to help you right away. But then looked at you with a smile giving you a answer on how he would help.

Yes please I would appreciate it if you could take me to someone to help me!

You said happy knowing that there could be someone to help you.

Ok then in that case I’ll take you to my home the mushroom kingdom!

the toad told you then started to run away and jump on top of a few big mushrooms. Oh Wait for me!

you yelled out as you ran after the small mushroom guy. Climbing, running, and jumping over big mushrooms of many different sizes heights and colors. Until after a good fifteen minutes that felt like a hour of fallowing the toad. You both stop on one mushroom as you start to catch you breath then you looked up and saw a bunch of rounded hills and the biggest one on top of them all having a White castle with a red roof.

wow!

I know it looks grate right? But let’s get going it going to get dark in a few hours. So we need to get you to the prince before dark.

the toad said as he slid down a stem of a mushroom then got on the ground and ran of to the defection of the kingdom.

so the start of this love battle how will the prince react to a human in his kingdom.

@gal-with-pastels

@lexiechr

@sweaterrat

@f1oricide

[corporatefrog]

╭₊˚ ๑︰Playing Mario Kart with Team Stan [headcannon + oneshot]

✧.* tags: college au

✧.* Characters: stan marsh, kenny mccormick, kyle broflovski, butters scotch

a/n: i love mario kart so much. I'm kind of awesome at it not to brag or anything (literally no lmaoo) I usually play luigi with the sports bike but I'd probably play dry bones if he was taken

masterlist

Kenny plays Dry Bones or Shy Guy

Kyle plays Toad or Luigi

Stan plays Yoshi or like the male villager 

Butters plays Rosalina (ofc. She’s the best one fr) or fucking baby peach

“Butters why the fuck are you playing as baby peach. No one is playing peach. You can be regular peach.”

“But she’s just a lil fella going through the world!” 

“SHE LEGALLY CANNOT DRIVE”

Yall make your own grand prix with electrodome, music park, maple treeway, and super bell subway (coconut mall if you’re playing the Wii version)

Loser of each grand prix switches out and you keep racking up points until the end of the night

LOTS of smack talk

Through the open window of the upstairs bedroom of the Marsh house on Tegridy Farms, a war brewed. The sounds flowing out the window stood in stark contrast to the peaceful night. A silent breeze rustled the budding cannabis plants, a soft movement that seemed to snap in the other direction as a wave of shouts pushed against the calm wind. 

“Good to know Stan’s still in last place where he belongs” 

“Well at least I’m not Kenny who needs an extra lightweight character to be farther than 6th”

Zooming into the room, a chaotic scene stood in stark contrast to the peaceful night. Various bags of chips scattered Cheeto and Dorito crumbs across the ground to be pulverized into the rug by sock covered feet. A hand pushed aside one of the bags, sending another wave of crumbs onto the ground as they reached for a can of soda. 

Kenny lifted the can to his lips. He drank with one hand angled to the side of his face to keep his eyes on the television screen. Finishing the drink with a loud sigh, he returned the drink to the ground to refocus his attention on the game. And on shit talking Stan. 

“Sorry I don’t listen to people who still drink Svedka.” He remarked, leaning his shoulder to the side as the cart with Dry Bones drifted around a corner. The trial of the cart sparked orange then purple as the speed boost charged. Dry Bones shot forward once the curve ended and pulled ahead of the NPC Bowser kart. 

“That’s rich coming from someone who chugged a week old borg with mountain dew and pinot.” Stan retorted. 

I gasped from my spot on the bed, attention breaking slightly to give Kenny a disgusted look, “Ew dude! Why the fuck did you do that?” I asked despite knowing the answer. There’s only one person who would make Kenny do something stupid like that. The one person who hasn’t been invited to the monthly Mario Kart tournaments in years because he’s a stupid idiot bozo.

“Cartman bet me $50 I couldn’t do it without puking-” Kenny’s response shifted tone as a red shell sent his cart flying off the end of the track “HEY WHAT THE FUCK KYLE! I WAS ALMOST WINNING!” He shouted as the perpetrator snickered on the floor. 

“Yeah, because 4th place is winning- god dammit!” Kyle cursed as his own cart slipped on a banana peel. My character threw a fist in the air to cheer the successful sabotage. 

“I really don’t know why you guys care so much about what place you get,” I mused as my kart pulled across the finish line, the large 1st Place symbol in the corner of my screen announcing the victory, “You’ll never be able to beat a god anyway.” A comical evil laugh boomed from my mouth, my arms raising to the sky as though calling upon the heavens to thank for my continuous win streak. 

Butters jumped up from the beanbag to add another 15 points to my total bringing it to a strong 45 after I’d won the two races prior. 

“I literally sent three blue shells at you. How the fuck did you still win?” Stan complained as he fell back against the bed, control dangling loosely from the wrist strap wrapped around his hand. 

Butters jumped in with a finger raised, “Oh well that’s because they look on the reddit forums during our philosophy class-” I leapt from my spot, rushing to reach Butters before he revealed my secret. My hand covered his mouth as I gave him a pointed ‘don’t you even think about it’ look. 

Turning back to the group with a shaky laugh, I waved off what Butters had almost said. “A Mario Kart god never reveals their secrets. Can’t have the mortals trying techniques they can’t master.” I gave Butters a pat on the shoulder, adding a warning squeeze before returning to my remote. Love the guy but he’s going to be the death of me one day, I swear. 

“Yeah, yeah” Kenny rolled his eyes, “I was just warming up anyway.” He stretched his arms above his head with an over exaggerated yawn. Grabbing his remote in one hand and a soda can in the other, he readied himself for the final race of the first round. 

“Okay? Then get better already? I’m hoping for a little bit of competition this time. Stan might even beat you if you keep racing like shit.” I snapped back at him with a wicked grin. A middle finger pointed my way came from Stan alongside some grumbled comebacks that weren’t loud enough to be heard. 

We all readed ourselves for the final tack, hearts racing in sync as the counter ticked down

3…

I hovered my finger over the accelerator. Not yet.

2…

Four fingers simultaneously pushed down on the controller as wheels spun in place on the screen.

1…

Butters gripped the whiteboard marker in his seat, falling victim to the infectious adrenaline of the room. 

GO!

And we were off.