#i don't know where this came from but...uh

[mariaace]

They're here. 'Yes, yes wait- WHAT?!'

A/n: BLLK SEASON 2!!! also haven't posted in a while hehe >< I hope you guys enjoy this!

Summary: Their reaction to seeing you at the Bllk x U20 match.

Warnings: Fluff, angst on Chigiri if you squint your eyes, also!! Spoiler for after the match obviously, a lot of sweetness, established releshionship, that's all I think

Pairings: Isagi, Bachira, Chigiri, Yukimiya, Otoya,

Loading...

Isagi

You?? Came to see him?? He is so proud of himself, almost as much as you are. The moment he saw you sitting next to his parents tho. Oh this boy panics. Then he suddenly sees you laughing and smiling with his mom, he can't help but smile too. Bachira immediately notices and smirks at Isagi. Always looks at you at the warm up, but again, trying to refrain himself from it, because of a few reasons. Tho the moment the match starts? Oh, he is as concerned as ever. His parents are even surprised and you have to be like 'Don't worry, that's normal.' After it all ends tho, ohh such a sweetheart with that smile. 'I wanna hug you, but I'm sweaty' type of guy🙏🏻. PLEASE say how proud you are for him.

Bachira

You came!!! Omg!!!!! Hii!!! Waving at you the whole time!! Smiling is as big as his face. Actually made you run to the bottom of the audience just so he could hug you from the court. Points exactly where his mom is and is like 'Please sit next to her!!'. He is sooo excited about the match in general, let alone when you two are watching him. Mhm, that's the biggest day in his life, he can bet on that. After the match, kisses you right in front of all the cameras. Everyone needs to see you!! But don't worry not without asking you. He's just silly like that.

Chigiri

Oh my love, please help this guy. Not only did his parents and sister came, but you too?? Oh boy, someone save him, he doesn't know how to react AT ALL. All of his teammates are like 'Who are they??' Otoya is ready to- Nuh uh, back up. So, usually he was still nervous because of his injured knee and everything, but now that he sees you and his family together... coming here to support him.. okay maybe you guys coming is actually very motivating to him. Now...after the match...we know how frustrated is bc of everything, but he is still happy because of the won, so comfort him and congratulate him at the same time. Somehow do it.

Yukimiya

Oh this sweetheart of a man. You came? He cannot thank you enough. He is actually proud of you to be honest. He is just like that. Giving you that sweet smile of his. Now I personally think that he would have already announced that you two are dating before the match so the media already knows, but he's going to show it again anyways. He is so proud you're his, he just can't resist. You cheering for him with his number on your back... The view is perfect, what can he say? After the match he does that with the picking you up and swirling you around. He is sure that he is the happiest man alive.

Otoya

A GIRL CANE TO SEE HIM?? HIM?? Nah, Karasu doesn't believe it. He had to pay you right? He is sooo smug about it. He has a girl and it's actually a relationship. Showing you off everywhere. Media, the crowd, to Karasu especially. Like he didn't already see you, but sure. He tries to act cool, but still is trying his best to impress you at the same time. Teammates are actually surprised when he doesn't flirt with other girls, because he is genuinely so whipped for you.

© mariaace please don't copy, translate, steal or claim any of my works!

@dazailoveschuuya

[junos-jrabbles]

How would baking with the mercs go?

Authors note sorry it's all short and possibly unreadable I might do some more of the fellas another time :) I'm am so cold and eepy

Pyro, Sniper, and Scout :)

Pyro

Spectacularly, believe me, it’d go so well, definitely no burning around here! No sir!

Jokes aside, it’d go pretty well!

You guys would bake some cupcakes, maybe some sugar cookies, as they’d probably love all things sweet in the kitchen, and you’d both be covered in flour, eggs, sugar, and god knows what in no time.

You’d get walked in on while jousting with rolling pins, and have to try and make it seem like you were being normal. Impossible.

Pyro would be sat, cross legged on the floor in front of the oven, watching the baked goods through the window.

Only some of the confectionaries would come out burnt, mostly due to you two getting distracted flipping through the recipe book and gawking at all the pretty treats.

You'd point like an excited ape at a towering cake, and Pyro would excitedly drum their hands on the paper and teeter on their heels, squeaking out muffled, joyous sounds under the mask as the cycle continued.

You guys would FEAST on your delicacies in Pyro's room, and have a little picnic/tea party with some old cartoons in the background :)

~~~

Sniper

It’d be a pretty peaceful activity, I’d imagine, an hour or so spent kneading, rolling and cutting pre bought cookie dough before you set it in the oven for as long as it says on the tin while you go spoon in his bed.

He probably wouldn’t have the ingredients for baking (or much fancy cooking) in the camper, and when you guys snuck into the base’s pantry, Lieutenant Bites was paws shoulders deep in the sugar, so.

The cookies would come out pretty perfectly, a little misshapen, (Sniper definitely tried to turn one into a heart, or an animal of some sort, and it came out as a funny blob) but really good!

He'd make sure you were both there ready the second they started turning a yummy golden brown around the edges.

He'd pull out the tray trying not to laugh, “Promise you won't laugh… the dog's gone blobby—” And almost drop everything.

You guys would cook up a batch, put half in a nice big baggy and eat the other half with him on the sofa with a board game in progress on the coffee table in front of you.

~~~

Scout

He's throwing the eggs between his hands like that one cooking mama mini game, and is NARROWLY avoiding splattering them absolutely fucking EVERYWHERE.

He'd absolutely go try and steal one from Archimedes if he dropped one

There's a crumpled sheet of paper with his ma's Boston cream pie recipe on the counter, and flour covering every single surface.

“Look, I don't know what’cha mean by ‘It won't work’— Are you sayin’ my ma ain't a world star chef? Nuh— Nuh-uh, I ain't listenin!”

He's asking you to make it tiered like a wedding cake, and he's adamant that not only is it possible, but that you definitely know how to do it.

He's got his fingers in his ears when you try telling him you don't think you can do that, and only starts listening again when you offer him the whisk to lick when you're done stirring the base cake mix.

The cake comes out okay, you manage to get just about everything put together, though, you guys definitely ate a bit too much of the cream while you were waiting, and only had a small layer to put in by the end.

It's yummy, at least! And when anyone comes into the kitchen wondering why it smells vaguely like burning and moreso like cake, you two link up like a defensive wall in front of it, looking around very inconspicuously, of course.

“What cake? Where? Someone's got cake?” Sloooowly hiding it behind your backs.

[squibsformers]

Miscommunication

Rodimus x Human Reader, Drift x Ratchet x Human Reader

Summary: After Rodimus tried looping you into something you really weren't into, you sought out your other partners to complain about his reveal of character.

Word Count: 1,128

AN: NSFW suggestive talk, no outright smut. Also hi this is my first tf writing soooo lmk what your thoughts are, i love comments. I'm already working on a reader insert series and wanted to start with a few one off bits. Enjoy! tagging valveplug just in case.

Drift looked up when you entered the medbay, his greeting dying on his glossa as his field just PINGED with the waves of displeasure coming off you.

“Jeez… what's got you all wound up, huh?” He straightened his backstuts as he stood up more from the desk he leaned over, messing with Ratchet temporarily set aside.

You hissed a rush of words under your breath as you strutted in, something that he couldn't TELL what was said but he understood it wasn't very polite. Even the older medic bot lifted his head to address you.

“I only managed to make out Rodimus in all that. What did our oh so brilliant captain do to piss you off?”

 “I thought this whole time we were leading up to something… fun. But it turns out I misread every step. He thinks he's BETTER than me.”

“He's the captain, he is better than you.”

You whipped your head around to glare at Ratchet. “Better enough that I deserve to clean the dirt off his kibble with my tongue?? Because I feel that's pretty fucking degrading.”

Both bots stilled, and the medic's “Wait, what-” was interrupted by Drift stalling briefly and talking over him. “That doesn't sound at ALL like something Roddy would say.”

“I thought so, too.” You huffed before your attitude melted into something a bit sadder. “I mean… I've been flirting with him for so long, and he's been receptive towards it. You even told me he said he likes me. So I don't know where this came from…” 

Groaning, you put your face in your hands, and idly Ratchet patted your back while working (and half listening). 

“I didn't even think that would be a thing with you guys, making someone tongue-polish your like, plating and stuff.”

“That sounds like something Megatron would have had Starscream do back in the day,” Ratchet groused, making Drift mock gagging.

“I'm going to purge my tank, don't make me think about those two like that.” A shudder wracked the ex ‘con's frame. “Eugh. No it's not really a thing with us. Is…is it a human thing?”

“Ah…” The question made you pause to think. “Not… really? I mean, kind of. It's usually an extremely exaggerated form of punishment from someone who wants to uh… show superiority while demeaning the other. Though it's shoes or boots for us, not armor spikes. The idea is to polish the dirtiest article of clothing with their tongue - or glossa - so they feel... sub-human. Though there's always exceptions, and some people are into that kinda thing as like, a kink? But it's really not…what I'm looking for.” You wince.

….Ratchet paused his comforting as he listened, before turning to look you over. “Hold on, back up. Armor spikes… kid, what did Rodimus say to you?”

Drift leaned over the autobot's shoulder, studying you closely. The samurai looked both confused…and disbelieving.

Alright, fine then.

“He said ‘Y’know… Maybe you can put that glossa of yours to use and… clean my spikes with it.’” They let out a grumble. “I didn't peg him for the degrading type…”

The two mechs went oddly quiet and still.

“Spikes… plural?” Drift pressed.

You thought back more, mulling the memory over, of the captain of the Lost Light leering down at you with that heated smirk and his thumb on your cheek…and shook your head.

“No, sorry. Just spike.”

“PFFT-”

You looked up to see Drift looking away, one of his servos clamped over his intake as he cackled. His limbs shook and he held onto Ratchet to steady himself. The medic was looking away, face buried in his hands. His shoulders shook.

He was also laughing at you.

“What. WHAT! HEY?? HELLO!!”

“Kid…Kid, Sp..spike is another term we have for plug.” Ratchet mumbled out. Still laughing. Very much laughing at you. His words caused Drift to wheeze and bend over, his vents stuttering as he cackled.

“He was asking you to interface finally and you totally missed it..!! Oh Primus help me, what did you say? What did you say, tell me. Please, it has to be good.”

Your face got warm as you thought of the fact that you had finally gotten Rodimus interested enough he would make a bold pass. Your face was hot when you realized you had totally missed his signals. Your face was practically on fire when it clicked just how badly you fumbled the whole interaction.

“I… I said Ew, no thanks. And came here-”

“THAAAAHAHAATS THE WORST THING YOU C-COOOHOULD HAVE SAID!!! AAAHAHAGHA OH PRIMUS-”

“Frag me, kid you did not-”

There was no saving you. Both mechs were now openly laughing at your misery. Your face buried in your hands you mumbled out a weak “How was I supposed to know!” that only made Drift start losing it all over again.

After some time (Ten. Minutes.) the two much larger beings had settled, Ratchet returning to his work and chuckling on occasion while Drift…pestered you over your absolute dropping of the ball.

“I can't believe this. I'm almost scared to flirt with you now because you may not get it!”

“Driiiiift…!” You whined, the cheeky samurai squeezing your hips. “Let me go, I want to jettison myself out of the airlock.”

“Not a chance!! I mean I want to make sure if I tell you I wanna have you eat my valve from the back that you aren't going to mistake it for me, say, threatening to mug you or something.”

Your face was bright red. “Drift!!”

“Or, oh man, if I tell you I want to slot my plug between your thighs, maybe you'll think I'm wanting you to-”

“RATCHET! DRIFT IS BULLYING ME AGAIN!” Complaining loudly, you squirmed in Drift's hold while eyeing his Conjux, displeased and humiliated and hoping the medic would scold him or something.

Ratchet barely spared you a glance with his optics as he continued his inventory count. He was literally busy and not paying attention to you two.

“Between words from attractive mechs, manhandling, and something almost too big to go in, you enjoy being bullied, and all of us here are very aware of it,” drawled the grouch's response.

You stared at him, mouth dropped open in shock and WORSE embarrassment at how he called your bullshit out. All while Drift began cackling all over again.

—

You stared up at the habisuite door, staring at the imposing metal barrier of captain Rodimus Prime's personal chambers. Your stomach twisted in knots nervously, your palms somewhat sweaty as you raised a fist and knocked hard, twice. Mentally, you prepared your apology as you heard shuffling and the soft clank of pedes across a metal floor.

God, you hoped the mech thought stupid was hot.

[totallyjustabunchofhocuspocus]

I know "fuck canon" is always an option and generally the more sensible thing to do, but with last night's episode I had two smidgens of HOPE and now with Tim's apparent new interview I just want to crawl back into my cave again 🫥

Hi nonnie!

TLDR (cause I'm having THOUGHTS): I don't think anything is off the table, if I had to bet money I'd lay somewhat decent odds that Buck and Tommy get back together, and I don't think either side of the ship war has anything in particular that indicates victory.

I'll preface this by saying yes, 'fuck canon'is usually the more sensible option. 'Fuck canon' is where no one ever dies, people do not make stupid decisions, and couples never break up.

And I'll also preface this by saying that Buck is my favorite character (honestly one of my favorite characters of all time, not just this show) and my ultimate OTP is Buck/Happiness in this show, however he gets it and whoever gives it to him. I am quite happy being a multishipper and I started out in fandom spaces back in the mid-nineties, where the etiquette and relationship to the content were vastly, vastly different than today and that really colors the lense I view fandom through. In the ship war, I'm mostly Switzerland.

Still with me? Okay.

My main source of optimism re: Buck/Tommy is the simple fact that guys...911 is Not That Deep. It's a fun show (usually), predicated on ridiculous Situations (increasingly), and in movie terms is a cash-grab popcorn flick. Have they hit something with the characters and actors that often elevates it above its station? Absolutely. Are there parts that make you go, "whoa, this came from the shark on a highway weewoo show?" Of course! But 911 isn't fucking Inception. There's no hidden messages and jaw-dropping plot twists that No One Saw Coming.

Like...all the cries about "learn some media literacy you cretins!" really have me scratching my head because, uh, taking everything solely at face value--this absolutely is the Third Act Miscommunication in the relationship. Both parties expressed a desire for the relationship to be more. They broke up on the tried and true "I'm doing this for both our sakes'even though it hurts" and not a dealbreaker schism which they ABSOLUTELY could have done. Literally, one scene of "wow I can't wait to be a dad/oh, uh that's not something I want" and we have a reason to break up that has the exact same "no villains just circumstance" vibe.

On the other hand, it absolutely is a stopping point that is believably permanent.

They went out of their way to show how desperately much Buck wants to talk to Tommy (like we turned it into a meme, but they didn't really have to show him baking That Much) and how he's spiraling in a way we haven't really seen since Abby. In a Hallmark romcom this would be where the audience is reassured that our plucky protagonist has Real Feelings for the LI.

On the other hand, the show often uses Buck as comic relief and the keep away with the phone could absolutely be the indicator that this breakup isn't as serious as Buck thinks it is and he should move on.

The interviews are pretty disheartening, but the interviews for this show really honestly have always had a kind of weird monkey's paw quality to them. Like, they don't lie exactly, but there's a lot of misdirect.

As it stands now, the relationship 100% reads like a Hallmark romcom that is being written by people who Had a Gay Friend In College Guys, So of COURSE We Know What We're Doing...wait why are you discoursing?

On the other hand, as it stands now, it also wouldn't be surprising if this was the end. I honestly don't think they have 100% decided how it's going to go and the writing and especially the pacing this season has been so uneven that it's not hiding the flaws in the storytelling as well as it usually does.

But, if canon goes in a direction I don't like, I have no problem saying 'fuck canon' ;)

[ateez-himari]

[241113] GANGSTER OFF-DUTY

[NEW MESSAGES FROMM HIMARI]

[AM 1:09] Ice on my teeth on my, white teeth ✨ Atiny, are you ready for the comeback ? It's one of my favorite concepts

[AM 1:09] I like the pink hair too! 🩰My hair was already bleached grey for the concept photos so I figures that I might as well try another color

[AM 1:10] Omg yeah! My outfit was so cool...I felt like an actual crime boss when I put it on for the first time. I mean a lace bustier and Versace suit jacket ? Come on

[AM 1:10] I actually made the lariat necklace myself because I thought it would go well with the deep v-neckline, the rings were mostly gifts from Donatella

[AM 1:11] Ahh you guys noticed ? It's true, for the first time since our debut I'm the main producer on all tracks and I'm so glad our team trusted me so much

[AM 1:12] I know, I cried too when Sannie oppa sang 'Enough' on Leemujin Service (I went with him to the recording)

[AM 1:12] It's a very personal track because the lyrics are speaking to the version of myself that was in pain, so it's practically raw, kind of like my lines in 'Mist'

[AM 1:12] When I was recording the demo for the members, the 'God Damn' wasn't written into the song, it just came out naturally because of how I felt and I kept it in

[AM 1:13] I watched Arcane too, Yunho oppa and I binged it last night! I can't believe they let me make the song 'Paint The Town Blue' for them...

[AM 1:13] Yeah, singing in English was challenging but I think it turned out well! You can't really hear my accent that much since I practiced for a long time

[AM 1:13] You're right there's a lot of side projects that Tiny didn't know about ㅎㅎ But they'll stop for a bit, since I work in the music industry it's not always good for my hearing to be around noise constantly, so most of what's going to come out has been recorded before my hiatus

[AM 1:14] My instagram caption...? 🤔It's just a random sentence I don't know why you guys are looking into it so much

[AM 1:14] Ohhh! I didn't know that was part of G-Dragon sunbaenim's hidden tracklist now I get why everyone's been so suspicious of me lately

[AM 1:14] It would be nice to work with him...Too Bad I'm on external work break 🐉

[AM 1:15] Right now ? I was just reading a book that RM oppa sent me before I decided to talk to Tiny, then I'm making dinner for our dorm

[AM 1:16] I was originally supposed to room with Jongho oppa and Wooyoung oppa, but then they realized no one in the third dorm could cook so they moved me there

[AM 1:17] ㅎㅎI just saw someone say that they made Viktor attractive in the new season, you're right...the emo phase hit him well

[AM 1:17] Of course my boyfriend is way more attractive, there's no comparison 🤧But a girl can have her fictional crushes you know...

[AM 1:18] I'm so happy someone noticed! They put small grills on my canines because they look like little fangs, so it made them even cooler

[AM 1:18] Nuh uh I didn't steal the lip chain accessory from the MV set, I just borrowed it to take some pictures afterwards

[AM 1:18] I wasn't trying to tease you guys with it 🥺Just make a spoiler that no one would think twice about until the video came out I'M SORRYYYY

[AM 1:19] I sooo wasn't naked in that instagram post...I just wasn't wearing pants, there's a difference. But the members never wear shirts anyway!

[AM 1:19] Did my brother tell you guys to reprimand me about this ? Well for the record tell him to stop showing his tits off on my feed 🤧

[AM 1:20] Well...no I'm not wearing any pants right now...but it's my sleeping outfit! My underwear is really cute though it has a little ribbon! I got them yesterday with Mingi...Seonghwa oppa wanted to come until I told him what I was shopping for

[AM 1:20] Of course I'm not drunk! The boys talk about their underwear all the time so I'm gonna talk about mine 😤

[AM 1:20] One second, I'll show you guys where he is...I just got out of the shower a few minutes ago and found him like this, I'll have to wake him up to eat soon

[AM 1:20] Oh, this is Kyo. He's a stray I brought home not too long ago and he usually sleeps in my bed, even when Mingi's here

[AM 1:21] I didn't do much today, I just went to see a few industry friends, got some painting and sketching done...even with dance practice it's one of the most peaceful days I've had in a while

[AM 1:21] You're right, not working feels great ㅎㅎ Anyway, I need to get started on dinner now Tiny, I'll talk to you guys very soon!

[AM 1:21] I'll do my best during our promotion schedules so be ready ♡ Love you so much, kisses!

Translated from Korean by Google

[callme-dickmaster]

Basket Case

Ch. Three - Fine

summary: Jonathan returns to school and you answer a call for a ride home cw: this may be v long, afab! reader, minimal use of y/n, bullying, language, Lonnie Byers and his bad parenting author's note: hullo

Tuesday, November 8th, 1983

You stomped into school with the biggest scowl you could muster. You were still angry about the day before. You punched your locker, earning a stinging hand and snatched your books out of your locker.

"Don't! Not today, man," you snapped when Eddie trotted up to your locker. He put his hands up in surrender and back away. He knew when someone was not having it. You huffed, deciding to skip second period to avoid snapping at Carol and sat in the library to draw. It passed faster than you were used to, but that was fine as long as you didn't have to look at the back of Carol's head any more than you had to.

You made your way to the front of the school to try and use the payphone to call Jonathan and tear him a new one for missing so much school.

"Hey, y/n!" you stopped with a sigh. For fuck's sake.

"What?" you sighed, keeping your eyes to the floor. Steve jogged up to you, wearing a stupid all blue outfit. You hated blue.

"Hey, uh...I feel bad...A-about yesterday. But I'm having a party tonight and I was thinking you could come?" Steve sputtered. This boy had clearly never said a genuine apology in his life. "I could come?" you asked slowly.

Steve smiled and nodded, "Yeah! To the party?" he said, sounding unsure now.

You glanced behind him and saw Tommy and Carol not far behind. You gave him a blank stare, "No. Eat dirt."

Steve opened his mouth to speak but no words came out as you walked away. He sighed, putting his hands on his hips. "Fine. Play it that way, Henderson," Steve said. He was bound and determined to get on your good side. Even if he wasn't entirely sure he was ever on it in the first place.

You continued up to the front door of the school and almost completely passed Jonathan himself hanging up posters on the bulletin board.

"Jonathan Byers! Where the hell have you been?!" You grit, hitting his arm with every word. Jonathan flinched away from you, "Okay! Okay! I'm sorry I didn't call! I was looking for Will!" he said, handing you one of the missing posters. You furrowed your eyebrows, scanning the poster. Since when had Will been missing? You just saw him Sunday!

"Will is missing? Wait. What?! How long has he been gone? How did I not notice this? I'm sorry I was so mean with you just then; I had no idea!" you said, putting a hand on his arm. You looked behind Jonathan when you noticed Steve and his friends standing there watching you both. "Do you guys know anything yet?" you asked. Jonathan shook his head with a shrug.

You sighed, turning your focus to glare at Nancy walking up to you and Jonathan as she gripped her bag. "H-hey..." Nancy stuttered. Her gaze flickered from Jonathan to you and back again. "I just...I wanted to say, um...I'm sorry about everything," she said, making sure you knew she was talking to you too.

You, however, didn't care. "Thanks. Bye." You snapped, glaring as harshly as you could at the brunette. Nancy flinched but she couldn't walk away just yet. "Sorry...um, everyone's thinking about you..." she tried, "It sucks," she gave Jonathan a sad smile. You rolled your eyes, grabbing another poster from Jonathan to hang up around town.

"I'm sure he's fine. He's a smart kid," Nancy added, throwing another cautionary glance at you before the bell rang and she had to leave for a test.

"What are you doing now?" you asked.

"I-I'm about to go to my dad's to look for him," Jonathan sighed.

"I'm coming with you. Let's go," you said, pulling your bag up on your shoulder. Jonathan started to protest, but you were already out the door. "Okay then," he sighed. You were standing by his car pulling impatiently on the handle. You drove silently for a while until you couldn't stand the music he was playing anymore. You grabbed the tapes out of his backseat and rifled through them with a scowl.

"Dude, seriously? No Metallica?" you sighed, dropping a Talking Heads tape.

Jonathan chuckled, shaking his head, "No! I told you I like the calmer stuff," he replied.

You rolled your eyes, digging around for some other tape and settled on a mixtape. "Calmer stuff," you scoffed. Jonathan started up the tape which was thankfully one you could bop along to.

Both teens stopped when the first bars of Should I Stay, Or Should I Go? started. It was Will's favorite. You smiled comfortingly at Jonathan and nodded along to the song.

You stared out the window as you neared Lonnie's neighborhood. You sighed, twisting your hair around your finger while Jonathan parked a few houses down from Lonnie's. "Look, stay in the car, okay?" he said, reaching into the back for his bag.

"No way! I can help look for him. Do you think Lonnie is just going to hand him over if he is here?" you asked, staring at him with big eyes. Jonathan sighed, giving in. You climbed out of the car, staying close to Jonathan and hissing at a neighbor who looked her up and down. Jonathan gently pulled you in front of him, glaring back at the boy as you ran up to the door.

He frantically knocked on the door until a woman opened up, obnoxiously chewing her gun. "Can I help you?" she asked rudely.

"Hey. Is Lonnie around?" Jonathan asked, not really looking at her. The lady furrowed her eyebrows, "Yeah, he's out back. What do you want?" she asked.

"To look around," Jonathan said, pushing past her with you in tow. You called Will's name, opening doors and bumping into each other when Lonnie ran up and pushed Jonathan against a wall, getting a yelp from you. Jonathan shoved his father off him, "You've gotten stronger," Lonnie said, punching Jonathan's chest.

You glared daggers at him from the hall, "Jonathan this is Cynthia. Cynthia, this is Jonathan. My oldest," Lonnie said.

"Who is she?" Cynthia snipped, pointing at you. "Oh...that one. Your crazy friend," Lonnie said, "Don't call her that. Her name is y/n, Lonnie. And I'm here for Will," Jonathan said, pushing him back to run out back. Cynthia glanced from the yard to the teenager in her living room and tapped your arm.

"You want a drink or something?" she asked. You stared at her silently. "Okay..." Cynthia trailed, walking away. Jonathan eventually walked back inside, and you left quickly and quietly. Jonathan drove back into town with you sitting quietly beside him.

He drove up to your house, noticing your mom wasn't home. "She's probably out helping look for Will. I'll see you tomorrow," you said before walking inside.

No more than a minute after you walked into the house did the phone ring. "Henderson residence." you sighed. "Uh, h-hey, y/n!"

"Steve?" you frowned, "How did you get my number?" you asked. Steve shrugged on the other end, "Yellow pages." you rubbed your temples.

This guy is going to give me grey hairs.

"Okay, well, throw that page out. I don't really feel like dealing with you and your shitty friends outside of school too," you said, slamming the phone on the wall. There was no reason for King Steve Harrington to call you. Especially to call your home phone when your little brother could answer. He gets picked on enough at the middle school and high schoolers were way more ruthless than twelve-year-olds. Most twelve-year-olds.

You made a late dinner out of the food your mom left and sat in bed to try and get some homework done. A few hours in you heard the phone start ringing again. You sighed, dropping your head back on your shoulders. "Yeah?" you answered, leaned up on the wall.

"Hi! y/n, hey, it's-it's Nancy," Nancy stuttered on the other end. You sighed, letting your head hang.

"Dude, I swear to God, if this is some, like, initiation thing to mess with the weird kid to date the popular guy, don't waste your time. Just go ahead and tell them I cried like a baby, okay?" you said, going to hang up when Nancy hurriedly stopped you.

"No! No! No! It's nothing like that at all! I'm really sorry about the other day, I didn't know what I was supposed to say...I was kinda surprised is all," she mumbled.

You sat quietly for a minute, deciding to hear her out. "Well, I guess it's okay. You didn't do anything. Anyways, what do you want?" you asked, "Um, I'm at this party at Steve's...and Barb left. And I could really use a ride home? Or could I stay at yours? If you don't want to or you can't that's totally fine!" Nancy spluttered, really trying not to disturb Steve upstairs.

You sighed heavily into the receiver, also trying hard to show how much of a bother this was. "I guess... Gimme fifteen minutes," you said and hung up without waiting for an answer. Everyone knew where Steve lived, so you didn't have to ask. You slipped on some shoes and grabbed your keys before making the drive to the Harrington house. Nancy was already outside waiting. She jogged up to the car and hopped in, smiling nervously at the girl driving.

"Hey! Thank you so much! You didn't have to do this," she said. You nodded and drove off while Nancy was buckling in, "I know." Nancy pursed her lips and looked out the window. She listened to the Iron Maiden album playing quietly in the background and glanced at your white-knuckle grip on the steering wheel.

"Um...hey, I'm really sorry about yesterday. I-I should have said something and defended you. I know we're not really friends, but I know you enough to be nice and keep people from treating you like that. I'm really sorry," Nancy said, twiddling her thumbs.

You shrugged, "It's really fine, Nancy. I was just pissed at everyone else, and you were just trying to help...'M sorry too..." you said, pulling into your own driveway. Nancy looked at the house in confusion.

"You can stay here tonight so you don't have to get in trouble with your mom. Just tell her you're here and you lost track of time and forgot to call," you said and got out of the car. Nancy got out and followed you inside, shutting the door softly behind her. You were sitting in your room, making sure Nancy would have enough room to sleep.

"If you don't wanna share a bed that's fine. Couch is out there if you want it," you said, pulling the blankets back and crawling into the fluffy oasis. Nancy shook her head with a small smile, "That's okay! I don't mind..." she said, taking her jacket off. "There's pajamas in the top drawer if you want them," you mumbled, starting to fall asleep. Nancy said "thanks" and changed into an oversized Def Leppard t-shirt and some shorts. She wandered into the kitchen and quickly called home.

Her mom was upset, but happy she was safe and back somewhere "on time" as Nancy used your lie. Nancy turned out the light and climbed into bed. "Night Nance..." you trailed off, "I guess you're alright," you added with a snicker. Nancy smiled, "Goodnight, y/n. Thanks."

<3

[mj-iza-writer]

Story warning: trypophobia and chicken pox. I personally have trypophobia, I feel so bad when it gets triggered, but I can't help my discomfort. I absolutely hate trypophobia.

Requested by @weirdthingweee

Here's your particularly miserable green cheetah.

"Master... can I, uh, go to bed? I don't feel good", Whumpee looked up from their position, "all of the chores are done."

"You haven't eaten yet", Whumper frowned, "you normally like dinner time."

"I don't have much of an appetite. May I have a water bottle though? I feel warm", Whumpee whispered.

"I suppose, but I don't want to hear any complaining tomorrow about you not getting dinner", Whumper frowned at how rosie Whumpee was, "you do look kind of sickly. I hope you didn't pick up anything from Amina's house while you were helping her do chores. I know her kid was sick. That's why I sent you to help her."

"Yes Master", Whumpee frowned, "I saw them. They looked miserable."

Whumpee tossed uncomfortably all night. No matter what, they couldn't get comfortable. Their skin felt like it was burning and crawling.

They felt itchier and itchier as it grew closer to morning.

They sat up when Whumper opened the door.

"How are you feelin.... HECK NO", Whumper yelled and slammed the door shut. Leaving Whumpee alone in the room.

"Ma-Master, what... what happened?, Whumpee looked down and saw raised pinkish bumps all over their arms. They studied the rest of their body. Bumps were everywhere. Some more blistery and puss filled than others.

"Master?", Whumpee got up and hurried to the door, "Master please. What is happening?", they tried to open the door.

"Whumpee if I see you... I will puke", Whumper warned as they kept a firm hold on the door handle to keep Whumpee inside, "I've already almost gagged twice. Stay in there until I figure what to do with... you."

Whumpee heard Whumper gag.

"Am I going to die?", Whumpee worried, "wha-whats happening?"

"I'm taking it that you've never had chicken pox growing up", Whumper frowned.

"No, I don't think so", Whumpee stepped back from the door.

"Amina's kid has chicken pox. Had I known you never had it, I wouldn't have sent you over there. It's a little riskier for adults to get them, and I can't take you to the hospital because I don't want to go to prison", Whumper continued to hold the door like their life depended on it, "and as bad as it sounds... I can't take care of you."

"Why not?", Whumpee whispered, "I don't know what to do. I don't even know what these are yet."

"I have trypophobia", Whumper admitted.

"Trypa-what?"

"Trypophobia, I'm uncomfortable around clusters of holes or similar patterns like bumps. It gives me anxiety and panic attacks. Plus, it makes me want to throw up", Whumper groaned, "chicken pox is a highly contagious viral infection. It is characterized by itchy, blistery, rashy skin. Normally, kids get it. Parents will have kids play with other kids who are infected with it, so it might spread and get it over with. My mom did that to me. Apparently, your parents didn't. I've read it's pretty dangerous for adults and not as easy to get through."

"What are we going to do?", Whumpee questioned.

"You need to stay in that room. I'm calling Amina to see what needs to be done. Maybe even see if you can go with her until this goes away" Whumper started to let go of the door, "I'm serious, do not come out here."

"I need to use the bathroom though", Whumpee frowned.

"Okay, you can go to the bathroom, but go straight back into this room and slam the door so I know you are where you need to be", Whumper stated, "I will let you know when to come out."

Whumpee stood in front of the mirror.

They gulped as they got a better view of themself.

"Chicken... pox?", Whumpee poked at their cheek.

They frowned as they heard Whumper down the hall.

"Please, you have to take them off my hands until the spots go", Whumper pleaded, "I keep gagging every time I look at them."

"Thankyou", Whumpee finally heard Whumper sigh in relief.

Whumper came back to the bathroom.

"Are you still in there?"

"Yes, I- what do I do?", Whumpee pleaded for relief or sympathy, something.

"Right now, you need to pack a small bag. Amina is going to let you stay at her house until the spots go away. There is absolutely no way I'm going to be able to take care of you", Whumper frowned, "I feel guilty on that fact, but this will be better for you instead of me locking you in your room. Caretaker and Amina will be able to help you."

"So get a bag packed. Wrap a blanket around you. Make sure to drape it over your head. I don't want to see you", Whumper sighed.

Whumpee kept their head lowered as they were driven to Amina's house.

"C-can I itch?", Whumpee rocked uncomfortably, "it's really itchy."

"No don't itch", Whumper kept their eyes on the road. They didn't dare look into the backseat.

"Be on your best behavior at Amina's. You are very lucky they are letting you stay, and are willing to take care of you", Whumper warned.

Whumpee lay awkwardly by the entrance of Amina's house. That's where Whumper dropped them and their things and scrambled out.

Amina had rubbed an ointment onto Whumpee's skin and told them to rest while it soaked in.

Whumpee looked up sadly when the door opened and a taller figure stepped in.

"Oh my. What do we have here?", the person knelt down, "Hmm, I warned them to be careful with having you come over here."

Amina stepped in, "Hello honey, welcome home."

"Hello", they looked up and smiled.

"I guess you met our visitor", Amina sighed, "I told Whumper we would take care of Whumpee. Whumper has trypophobia. They uh, they were struggling." Amina laughed, "I figured we would be a better option for Whumpee to be kept safe. Which Caretaker, I can not find the cot anywhere. Do you know where it is?"

"Yes, I'll pull it out?", Caretaker stood, "why are they at the door though?"

"That's where Whumper left them. They were told to stay there until you got home. They wouldn't budge for me", Amina frowned at Whumpee, "I wasn't really sure where to put them either."

"Let's use my office. It's warm in there. If we need something for a more long-term stay, we can clean out the storage bedroom", Caretaker smiled, "go ahead and take care of our baby and get some rest. I know you've been busy. I'll get Whumpee taken care of."

Whumpee was guided into the bathroom.

They frowned when they saw a full tub of water.

"Caretaker, uhm, I don't....", Whumpee whispered.

"It's an oatmeal bath. It should help calm your skin. I know you must be very uncomfortable. I'm sorry it's taken you so long to get some help, Whumper should have been a better adult and started taking care of this right away", Caretaker frowned, "I will let you know, we are working to get you out if that situation as well. I'm sorry it's taken so long. Hopefully soon we will get you to safety."

Whumpee nodded. They had heard about this before. They looked forward to the day that they'd be free.

"So, this is just to soak in. You don't have to bathe" Caretaker assured, "I'm going to go get my old cot out, and clean it up. I'll be back to check on you."

"Thankyou", Whumpee smiled weakly.

Whumpee lowered themself into the tub and sighed in relief. The itch felt as though it was partially relieved now.

"That... feels so... much better", Whumpee whispered.

Caretaker glanced in on them quickly while they carried the cot past.

Whumpee had leaned their head on the tub and had their eyes closed.

Whumpee quietly followed Caretaker.

"I hope it's okay, I have a spot set up for you in my office. It's a bit cozier in there. It's definitely better than by the front door", Caretaker opened the door, "it's a little more private in here as well."

"Thankyou", Whumpee whispered as they looked into the room. Their belongings had already been brought in and were neatly set by a cot.

The cot was made up nicely with some comfy looking blankets.

Whumpee saw the blanket they had wrapped around themself earlier was now neatly folded on their bags.

"Go ahead and get comfortable", Caretaker stepped in, "Amina is making both of you sicklies some soup."

"Oh um, she doesn't have to. I don't want to bother.... I'm also not hungry", Whumpee looked down, "I was told to behave."

"Whumpee, you are behaving. I'm so sorry they made you afraid of being taken care of. You need to eat though. Even just a few bites. I promise, Whumper will only hear that you are being very good. Hopefully, very soon, we will get you out of this situation. I know it feels like it's been forever. The courts keep getting other cases, and for some reason.... a captive individual being turned into a slave for someone isn't deemed urgent."

Whumpee nodded, "thankyou."

"Alright, you go ahead and get comfortable. I'm going to go get you some soup", Caretaker turned.

Whumpee slowly walked to the cot and sat down.

It creaked under their weight, Whumpee jumped a little at first. The blankets made it feel comfortable though. It was better than the floor of their room at Whumper's house.

"Is there really a chance I'll be free from them?", Whumpee whispered as they sat back against the wall. They felt tears come to their eyes. They were too tired to wipe them away.

Caretaker came back with a bowl.

They frowned when they noticed Whumpee.

"Doing alright?", Caretaker walked toward them. Careful not to spill.

"Uh, yes, jus... just overwhelmed", Whumpee nodded, "the thought of getting away from Whumper... it doesn't seem real. Even being here, I feel like they're going to come barging in and look for mistakes I've made... and punish me for them. This was the first morning I didn't get hurt by them."

"They're a coward", Caretaker sighed, "they would have expected you to take care of them if the roles were reversed. Even if you were gagging at the sight of them. "You'll be safe from them here, at least for a little while."

Whumpee smiled weakly.

"Here is some soup. You don't have to eat all of it, but if you want more, you can certainly have more. My wife is an amazing cook", Caretaker leaned down and started to hand the bowl to Whumpee.

Whumpee's hands trembled as they reached for it.

Caretaker knelt as they guided the bowl to Whumpee's lap. The last thing they wanted was for Whumpee to spill hot soup all over themself.

"A little shaky", Caretaker sighed as they shifted onto their knees.

"I'm so tired, I didn't sleep well last night. My skin feels like ants are crawling all over", Whumpee looked at the soup, "it smells good, but I... I don't.. I'm just not hungry."

Caretaker nodded, "can we try just one bite? Just one? Whumper said you didn't eat dinner, and I know you didn't eat breakfast. We are way past lunch now."

Whumpee looked at the spoon and slowly reached for it.

Whumpee's shakiness caused most of the broth to drip off from the spoon as they lifted it to their mouth.

Whumpee looked at Caretaker sadly.

Caretaker was already reaching for a napkin.

Whumpee swallowed the bit of broth with a wince.

"Can we try that again? This time, I'll help feed you", Caretaker smiled.

"Yo-you said one bite though", Whumpee frowned.

"That wasn't a bite Whumpee", Caretaker sighed, "I mean a Caretaker sized bite."

Whumpee shivered.

"Here" Caretaker took the bowl.

Whumpee watched as Caretaker grabbed their folded blanket and drapedwinced it around their shaky shoulders.

"I know I said one bite, but I really need you to take five big bites", Caretaker knelt down again, "after that, I'll leave you alone to rest."

Whumpee looked at the bowl sadly.

"I know you don't feel good", Caretaker frowned, "but your body does need a little bit of food to help strengthen it."

Whumpee nodded weakly.

Caretaker lifted the bowl and took a spoonful of soup to Whumpee's lips.

Whumpee winced as they opened their mouth a took the bite.

"Good job", Caretaker encouraged.

"Do you think Ms. Amina would make me this again when I feel better? It taste really good; I hate that I don't want it", Whumpee talked as they chewed.

"I think we can definitely see. We'll tell Whumper that these spots are lasting a little longer so you can stay here for a while", Caretaker smiled, "maybe we will get lucky and the court will make a move to get you out of Whumper's grasp."

Whumpee nodded and watched as another spoonful came to their lips.

"Good job", Caretaker encouraged as Whumpee took another bite.

Whumpee looked at them weirdly, "why are you saying good job? I'm not exactly doing anything, and I'm not willingly eating this."

"Sometimes a little encouragement helps with big task. You are still eating, even if you don't want to. You are doing a good job", Caretaker lifted another spoonful for Whumpee.

Whumpee chewed slowly as they thought.

"Why do you want to rescue me so badly", Whumpee looked at Caretaker curiously.

"Well, I feel that you shouldn't be in this situation, and it's the right thing to do", Caretaker lifted another spoonful to Whumpee.

Whumpee nonchalantly ate it.

Caretaker smiled.

"Do you not want to be rescued?", Caretaker gave another bite quickly.

"I do, but I'm not use to someone caring about me", Whumpee swallowed and took another bite.

"Well I care about you", Caretaker nodded and gave another bite, and another, and another, "and Amina cares about you."

Caretaker lifted the empty bowl to show Whumpee.

"I ate it all?", Whumpee looked at in shock, "you tricked me."

"Trick is a strong word. I just distracted you, that's all. You ate it all. Do you want more?", Caretaker grinned.

Whumpee looked at the bowl, 'it did taste good', Whumpee thought to themself.

"Yes please", Whumpee looked at Caretaker sheepishly.

Whumpee looked around the office for a little while until their eyes felt heavy.

Caretaker had covered them in a cream and given them some medicine. So they felt a little better. Even having a full stomach felt good.

Caretaker came in and checked on them. Amina followed.

"So they are really going to arrest Whumper?", Amina whispered as they watched Caretaker fix the pillow.

Caretaker nodded, "they agreed to move the case forward since Whumpee was safe. The court quickly signed the arrest to be done. Why it took so long just to do that....", Caretaker sighed in annoyance, "are you sure you are okay with Whumpee staying here with us? You can say no."

Amina knelt down and moved some hair out of Whumpee's face.

"Absolutely, I love Whumpee with all of my heart. This is their home now", Amina smiled at Caretaker.

Caretaker smiled, "I love you so much Amina."

"I love you too, Caretaker", Amina smiled.

Taglist. As always please let me know if you want to be added or taken off of the list. It's not a problem at all.

@villainsandheroes @the-beasts-have-arrived

@sacredwrath @porschethemermaid

@monarchthefirst @generic-whumperz

@bloodyandfrightened @freefallingup13

@notpeppermint @cyborg0109

@idontreallyexistyet @painfulplots

@whumpbump @everythingsscary

@skittles-the-whumpee @expressionless-fr

@theforeverdyingperson @legendarydelusiongoatee

@candleshopmenace @whumpanthems

@lavndvrr @ivymyers

@starfields08000 @a-living-canvas

@lumpofsand @watermeezer

@indigoviolet311 @whumpy-mountains

@3-2-whump @risk606

@electrons2006 @paperprinxe

@whumprince @kaz-of-crows

@mis-graves @decaffeinatedtimetraveler94

@sausages-things @ragin-cajun-fangirl

@isikedmyself878 @daffyduckcommittedtaxfraud

@valravnthefrenchie @glennemerald

@jasperthecapser @does-directions

@deafeninglittlecrown @jumpywhumpywriter

@blackbirdsinatrenchcoat @mylifeisonthebookshelf

@thenormalestever @whatwhump

@galatic-worm @starmoon-constellation

[call-sign-shark]

You cannot imagine how much I looked forward to reading this, honey!!

First of all, your poetic prose never disappoints. Particularly the descriptions of Kairaxès' movements, full of imagery and incredibly smooth. Same for the way you wrote about the white walker or Brynhild's dead steed. I felt shivers down my spine.

And there is the plot... I don't know where to begin so I have to warn you: this comment will be utter chaos. Tbh when I created Heavenerys the very first thing I told myself was that I wanted to turn her into a creepy Targaryen queen who mysteriously disappeared Beyond the Wall. Then we started briefly joking about Hev and Brynhild (btw I absolutely adore what you did with her. This is as unique as perfectly fitting for her). Tbh I had absolutely no idea what you had in mind and jeeeeeeeeeeeezzzzz.. This is the best plot twist ever. I'm dead serious hon, this is going full canon for Heavenerys if you allow me to do so. Not only is the idea badass as fuck, but it works so well with all I created around Hev that I started to wonder if you could read minds.

"Therein born to him and his queen, was the downfall of man. The Night Queen would call for her one day, and his precious girl would answer. " Heavenerys being the result of a curse and hearing the call of Brynhild is pure genius. It is the best explanation on why she disappeared: it makes so much sense, I swear.

"The Night Queen slowed her mount, bringing him to a stop and jumping down to her feet, walking the remaining way to where the Targaryen stood. " Brynhild is so charismatic and imposing, I love her. Besides the whole cursing situation, it's almost frightening how she found the perfect words to soothe Hev. They might have never met, but she immediately knew all the suffering she went through and that's... That's actually tragically beautiful.

“From me you came, and to me you return, child.”  gnnnnnn let me tell you something: Imma still that and use the quote + Brynhild for my next post ehe.

The way I giggled at their exchange. You got Hev' bratty nature despite being a queen quite right! Pointing out at the walkers and saying "uh no thanks I don't want to look like this" is so her. 🤭

What a breathtaking one-shot, sweetie. I have been rereading it for the fifth time as I write this. Thank you so much for this wonderful gift, I am beyond grateful and I shall return the favor very soon. You're fantastic. 🖤

The Night Queen and the Frozen Plague.

I had to do a wee bit of tinkering to the GoT lore, namely that the White Walkers can speak beyond those eerie death cries we all know and love. But here, as promised, mostly for my Sharkie, some Brynhild and Heavenerys!

The sound of his roar fractured the still of the air, the great army of the dead all halting at their queen’s command, Brynhild looking to the sky.

“Southern enemies, my queen,” hissed Craxor, her general. Half skeleton, half rotting flesh, turning his sunken face skyward as he viewed the beast who cast a shadow over the frozen wasteland. 

“Not enemies,” she whispered, her glowing, azure eyes picking out the dragon circling overhead, through the thick of the snow clouds. ”Heavenerys Targaryen and her dragon. At last, she has heard my call. She has come home.”  

The curse of the cold had come to pass, the first-born, pure-blooded child of King Amarys Targaryen blighted by it, as she surely would be. An ill-advised trip north of the wall had led to the ancestral curse landing squarely upon the child, Havenerys born with the mark of the dead. One look into her piercing eyes, and Amarys had seen it, his soul filled with dread.  

Therein born to him and his queen, was the downfall of man. The Night Queen would call for her one day, and his precious girl would answer. 

Kairaxès began his descent from the sky, the snow swirling in tempestuous storms beneath the whoosh of his huge, white wings, shaking the ground he landed upon. The army waited, thousands of wights in amongst a battalion of white walkers, all standing poised. Dead men lain to waste, with no other purpose than to serve their immortal queen. 

Brynhild moved on her tattered, giant black steed, the haggard creature propelled forward on shattered fetlocks, ribbons of decayed flesh floating hauntingly in the breeze. Only she advanced, her army waiting, Heavenerys taking them all in as she dismounted and climbed down to the floor, stroking her dragon’s face.  

“All is well, my beautiful beast,” she spoke at his warning rattles. “They are unlike all we know, but they pose us no harm.” She wasn’t too sure why it was that she intrinsically knew that, but she did. She felt it on a level much deeper than the very last roots of her soul.  

The Night Queen slowed her mount, bringing him to a stop and jumping down to her feet, walking the remaining way to where the Targaryen stood.  

“Welcome to the northern wastes,” Brynhild stated, her voice like a whispered death rattle, sending a slight chill through Heavenerys. She was beyond other worldly, the power radiating from her unlike anything she had ever felt. She watched the ancient queen spear her long, white lance into the frozen ground beneath her feet, eyeing her with the same curiosity. She was all Brynhild had foreseen she would be.  

“I felt I had to come to you, but I do not know why,” she spoke, her sharp, angular face set, staring as the queen slowly approached. 

“You know exactly why, Heavenerys. For justice. For revenge.” The fire of recognition danced in her eyes, the young Targaryen finally feeling heard by somebody. “To wrong those who have wronged you. Amos. Aerthurys. To rain fire and ice upon your enemies, to all those who have harmed you. I believe they call it Valar Morghulis in your mother tongue.” 

Heavenerys nodded, yet her face still questioned. “But why was it, that I felt you call out to me? Why was it you, here in a land where I do not belong?” 

“From me you came, and to me you return, child.”  

At those words, she felt her blood chill to freeze. “I am not a child.”  

Brynhild lifted her chin. “When I am older than time itself, you are very much a child.” She felt it in the air, the waves of cold, foreboding magic, magic not to make an impact. “And your sorcery cannot charm me. Save that. It has its place, it’s intended use.”  

“I cannot if you intend to make me like them,” she spoke, her finger pointing out to the white walkers, Brynhild turning to view her generals. 

“No, which is why I do not intend to. You returning to me was always for a purpose beyond your own. I need you, to make a pathway for us. For my army. For our army. Only with you can I break down the wall and march on Westeros.” 

Many summers and winters would pass, before the final dreadful cold of great north arrived. On that day, Heavenerys flew the great Kairaxès back across the wall, his frozen flames decimating the fortitude, his rider’s magic breaking it further.  

Together, the Frozen Plague and the Night Queen brought their army forth into Westeros.  

Winter is here.  

Valar Marghulis.  

@call-sign-shark @wonderlanddreamer @justrainandcoffee @cillmequick @novashelby

[pastelaspirations]

So, u h.

H O W. HOW, I ASK. ALL I DO IS POST ART ONCE IN A BLUE MOON AND MAKE REALLY CURSED REBLOGS. LIKE, I'M SO VERY GLAD YOU'RE HERE, BUT I CAN'T UNDERSTAND HOW OR WHY YOU'RE HERE-

I also like. Make really angsty, ungodly long fanfics that I do absolutely nothing to promote on this dumpster fire of a blog, but that's besides the point- ANYWAY. HAVE SOME REALLY SKETCHY DOODLES THAT I DID TO THANK YA MAD LADS ;_;

Thank ya, thank ya, you absolute mad lads. I will uh... continue to do what I do. Thank you for joining the ride, even though it's less of a ride and more that I found an abandoned theme park ride and decided to ride it as a prolonged death wish and you inexplicably strapped yourself in next to me with the moldy seatbelt-

[tiddiesoutwhenthetisout]

not me curling my laptop charger wire the way you curl band equipment cords HAHAHA god i miss it

[crystalkitty1220]

Man I wonder where the leader of the fear realm could've gone, it's alMOST LIKE NEVIN HAS AN

[legobiwan]

Or!

Here's a thought. Luigi goes into Boo form but loses any defining "physical" characteristics. (Or maybe we, as the game players, are the only ones who can see Luigi's distinct physical characteristics as a Boo). At some point, Kind Boo (having escaped E. Gadd's lab yet again) recalls all the Boos back to whatever he's using as a lair these days (nights) and starts making plans for his next incursion.

Luigi ends up with all the Boos, having to go undercover, as it were, to protect himself because if any of them figured out his was Luigi and not just some random, footsolider Boo, he'd be in for a bad time, to say the least.

So he does whatever menial tasks he's assigned. Maybe has to go out and haunt someone or even hurt someone to maintain his cover. He begins to form his own plan as to how he can escape, how he can use this form to take King Boo down from the inside for good.

But then - of course - something happens. Maybe Luigi's caught trying to sabotage one King Boo's artifacts, and at first, he's treated like any other Boo traitor until something slips and maybe it's Luigi's recognition or reaction to an image of his brother and King Boo, being no fool, puts two and two together.

And oh, King Boo grins, long tongue dripping ectoplasm. I will enjoy every last subtle flavor of this drawn-out vengeance.

You see, King Boo has a certain interest in artifacts that allow for a degree of possession of the body and mind, that amplify an ability already present in the higher forms of Boo. And King Boo himself doesn't want to possess that dirty once-human ghost, doesn't want any inch of his translucent shimmer to be dulled by the banal thoughts and tedious emotions he knows are still brimming in the transformed plumber.

But what he can do is control Luigi's actions. He can make him do what he wants, puppeteer him to violence and mayhem. And while he can't coerce the physical Luigi's body into action (his physical form hidden somewhere between dimensions as part of the Boo-transformation), he can force Boo!Luigi to possess other bodies and carry out whatever impulse strikes King Boo's bloody whimsy.

And all this while Luigi's consciousness sits trapped, a prisoner observer, unable to do anything but watch as he commits growing numbers of atrocities, of course building to acts against the E. Gadd, the Mushroom Kingdom, and....his brother.

Now, meanwhile.

Luigi's physical form is in some liminal, dimensional pocket. And a certain someone who is a master of dimensions and not quite fully dead due to Chaos Heart shenanigans happens upon said body.

Well, this could be amusing, could it not?

Eventually Dimentio wants Luigi's soul back in his body because whatever shards of the Chaos Heart still live are embedded in both his body and metaphysical presence. And Dimentio, being somewhat obsessed with Luigi, wants to take his final bow with him, to dance their last dance in the blackened, charred stars at the end of the universe. In this version of events, Dimentio has just enough of his magic left to allow his fragments of the Chaos Heart to "speak" to the fragments in Luigi's body. While he can't fully inhabit Luigi's body, he can exist partially inside of him, half of Dimentio in Luigi's cells and the other half watching from the outside. If he can track down Luigi's soul and subconscious, they can finally fulfill their destinies together.

And...on the way, why not have some fun? He so longs for entertainment, and instigating a bit of chaos using Luigi's face? Well, who would he be to pass up such a tantalizing opportunity, to travel the world like a wolf in the sheep's clothing?

The Boo transformation is tricky, unstable magic. A quirk of Luigi's change into a Boo and King Boo's subsequent control over Luigi's ghostly form is that Luigi (the conscious Luigi trapped in his Boo body) - is unable to sleep. Which raises some interesting ideas about the nature of subconscious and if dreams can exist beyond our internal awareness.

Well, we know, from a certain series of events in the Pi'illo Kingdom - they kind of can. Cue Antasma, who is skulking around the dream realm after his defeat. And isn't strange, this cloud of what looks to be a dream portal, but one that is misshapen, that seems to be untethered in a way no other dream has that he has encountered before. He's curious. Perhaps it will lead to a solution to his current dilemma, a way out of his dreamy imprisonment.

Imagine Antasma's surprise when he steps into Luigi's dream world. This insignificant insect of a man managed to thwart his plans through the power of his dreamscape. And now here it is, empty of its main character, but Antasma can feel the vibrations of potential in this world, the way Luigi's unfettered subconscious can cross that threshold between imagination and reality, can act as a conduit, a transport into the dreams of others, which, in turn, can lead him back to the land of the living.

He just needs to find Luigi's conscious mind and meld the two back together.

So, my friends. Imagine our triumverate of doom. King Boo in posession of Luigi's ghostly form, Luigi's conscious mind prisoner and audience to a deliberate set of atrocities. Dimentio pupeteering Luigi's body, causing chaos in his name, all while exploiting their connection with the Chaos Heart. And finally, Antasma taking the wheel of Luigi's cut-off subconscious, occupying and shaping his dreams and nightmares.

What will our villainous trio do when confronted with each other? What will they learn about our hero through the exploration of mind, body, and soul? Who will emerge victorious? And how many heart attacks will Mario have once he cottons on to what is going on?

And, of course, how will Luigi, in all of his forms - deal with this?

Oh man, I just had this thought about the Mario Wonder game. We saw that the gang has the ability (or curse?) to turn into ghosts (or Boos, really). And now I can't get the idea out of my head of Luigi having to Poltergust his own brother in ghost form for...angsty reasons.

[theinfinitedivides]

so much for not writing the fic

[thatonepikminperson]

A bit long but hey, Pap is dying :D

[pullingheavendown]

I am trying to be as emotionally neutral about this as possible but I'm gonna be honest in this mostly unknown corner here: nothing really fucking makes "waking up covered in blood after a night of flashbacks and nightmares" feel particularly great and I wouldn't wish this disorder on anyone.

[writeforfandoms]

Oh to be a peaceful gardener after the end of the world, living with your gentle but deadly giant of a love, humming as you tend your tomatoes and strawberries, sheltered from the ruins of the world