#should i post this on ao3? I've never posted on there 👉👈

[iholli]

inhales fuck it, I had fun with this, you're all getting subjected to it. My singular braincell is unleashing Booigi like the plague upon Discord and my friends are happy to encourage me. thank u Holly for the galaxy brain dialogue that inspired this silly little drabble <3

King Boo × Luigi || flirt

It's been a hell of a long night in this hotel, and King Boo can't stand it any longer. Except he's really, really bad at communicating his feelings to a certain oblivious green plumber.

Takes place during the final boss fight of Luigi's Mansion 3, so you know, if you don't want to get spoilered or whatever <3

It's been hours. At least 10 of them. And the man is exhausted.

He's been through hell, awake all night, narrowly avoiding death at every turn, fighting for his life every step of the way. He's tired and afraid, damn it, and his night still isn't done.

So this battle promising to stretch for long minutes is not something he's excited for.

Honestly, he's almost disappointed when Polterpup crashes into him, accidentally knocking him out of the way as the painting falls.

Luigi sits up as the ghostly canine hops off him, scampering off to who knows where, and the poor little plumber is back on his feet just in time for the great spectre before him to turn a seething glare on him. It's all Luigi can do not to collapse under that enraged violet gaze.

"Luigi! What are you doing over there?!"

King Boo is also tired, and he is pissed. He's spent far more than the whole night with that disgustingly obsessive woman dogging his heels like a lost puppy, watching her useless staff be thrown around by Luigi-- though, of course, the king can't deny his admiration of the man's strength and quick thinking-- and in turn feeling the anger of his own Boos being sucked away into that damned vacuum. He's going to break that frustrating contraption, so help him.

And after all that, after all his carefully laid plans-- the countless romantic settings, the harmless spooks, his desperate attempts to flirt-- Luigi still hasn't realized it! Only that awful Hellen Gravely had been wooed by the candlelit dining room, the beautiful concert, the seaside view! King Boo has had all he can take. At least Luigi vacuumed Hellen out of the picture, what a relief that was, and satisfying to say the least. Oh, and who could ignore the way Luigi smiled and danced and cheered for himself every time he successfully captured a ghost...he's just too cute!

He couldn't possibly admit it aloud, but that little green plumber has the king of Boos absolutely wrapped around his gloved finger.

"UGH! That's it! I'm sick to double death of you!"

Sick to his heart of that cute little mustache, those soft shoes, those blue doe eyes, that adorable accented voice, that sheer obliviousness! How could King Boo possibly make his feelings any clearer?! Surely Luigi is just tormenting him, and he's sick of it!

"You want to fight me? FINE! Let's go, Luigi! This is the end for you, once and for all! HERE I COME!"

The Italian's teeth are chattering in fear, because of course he doesn't want to fight, and he's thoroughly convinced the Boo just wants him dead, or at least trapped forever as a decoration. Well, it's no fault of his, considering every attempt King Boo has made at flirting has nearly gotten him poisoned or skewered or whatever else-- it's been such a long night, Luigi barely remembers all the ways the hotel has tried to kill him. And the king of Boos is very, very intimidating, no thanks to his threatening dialogue.

Which, Luigi can't possibly admit aloud, is rather attractive, in an inexplicable way. That voice, and those eyes, and...

No, no, no time to think about that now. That "rather attractive" ghost is trying to destroy him!

King Boo cackles, nearly at the end of his rope, summoning lightning, showing off his tongue (very intentionally, that is), throwing fireballs and explosives, every time missing and angrily cursing before vanishing. That Luigi...too smart in all the wrong places! Like he knows every move the Boo is going to make! Yet he can't figure out King Boo's affection towards him?!

When Luigi throws an explosive back at him, sending King Boo reeling and coughing smoke until he collapses on the roof, he's feeling more frustrated than ever. The plumber and that strange, goopy green clone of his suck him up by the tongue and smash him back and forth against the roof until the Boo tumbles backwards.

Enough is enough.

King Boo rematerializes before Luigi, glaring daggers, his enormous maw closed in a deep frown. The man steels himself for another round of attacks...

...but they don't come.

Instead, King Boo snaps.

"You know what?! Enough of this! You're cute and I've been trying to tell you that for hours-- no, YEARS now!"

Luigi freezes, his whole body going still as a ghost hit with his Strobulb. He...what?

The Boo's mouth is open now in a snarl, his brows low, his eyes glowing bright with irritation. He looks so angry; surely Luigi misheard him! If looks could kill, the plumber would already be six feet under!

"There, I said it! Must you torture me further?!"

No, he heard right.

...

He heard right?

The nozzle of the Poltergust clatters on the now-cracked concrete, Luigi barely even realizing he's dropped his only protection. He stares, then blinks and starts sputtering.

"C...cute? A-ME?!"

Oh, the Boo is a goner when that heavy accent comes out. His face flushes royal blue as he drifts like a deflating balloon to the rooftop. "OF COURSE YOU! HOW have you not figured that out?!" King Boo tries to snap in his usual tone, but it comes out in more of a pathetic whine as his voice cracks in disbelief.

"You've been-a trying to kill me all-a night!" Luigi chokes out. He's so shocked, he sinks to his knees, taking off his cap as his other hand comes up to run through his hair, the Boo watching his every move-- has he ever seen the plumber without his hat? His hair looks as soft as his mustache...

"I-- I HAVE NOT!" King Boo retorts after a moment, equally stunned.

"What...what do you call all of-a that, then?!"

"I was trying to flirt with you!" The king frantically pinwheels his nubby arms in a desperate attempt to explain. "I know those idiots kept ruining everything, but I was trying! I had a nice dinner planned, a walk through the garden floor, a magic show--"

Luigi's hand drops to his lap and he stares again at the ghost. "You set up all that...as a date?"

King Boo stops his rambling. "...yes?"

The little Italian giggles breathily, then laughs harder and harder, until he's gasping, arms wrapped around himself and tears rolling down his cheeks. King Boo blushes furiously. "What-- stop that! Why are you laughing at me? What's so funny?!"

"Oh, scusa, bello," Luigi manages when he finally catches his breath, wiping his face with his shirt sleeves. "It's just-- you are-a terrible at flirting!"

The Boo puffs out his cheeks, impossibly blue as he crosses his nubs in offense. "Well-- well, you're terrible at noticing, then!" He grumbles, his mouth closing in a pout.

"Both people are-a supposed to be there for a date, you know." The man giggles once more. He can't help being amused at the adorable grumpy face before him, and he's giddy with relief, heart fluttering now that he realizes that the ghost wasn't actually trying to murder him all this time, that the little voice in his heart was a mutual feeling.

"I...knew that." Boo's violet eyes flick away-- he definitely didn't know that-- then snaps his eyes back to Luigi in sudden realization. "Wait, what did you call me?!"

Luigi just smirks, one eyebrow cocking up, a show of the confidence he's feeling now. "Maybe if you-a take me on a real date yourself, I'll-a tell you, tesoro."

"T-TES--" King Boo blows the rest of the word into a raspberry, flustered, not knowing if the Italian is taunting him or complimenting him.

"Wait...are you asking ME on a date?"

Luigi gets to his feet, shuffling across the roof to retrieve the frame lying all but forgotten on the concrete. He inspects it for a moment, then sets it upright along the wall of the roof, aiming the Poltergust's dark-light attachment at the image of his friends and brother.

The plumber glances back at King Boo before switching the light on, grinning once more at the uncertain though hopeful king watching him. "Yeah, I-a guess I am." The light activates, a beam of rainbow slowly coloring the painting.

Well, after he explains this to Mario, and gets the group comfortably settled in the hotel, that is. And maybe gets the Boos out of their respective containers, since he knows the king will be asking.

Luigi's heart flutters again. His night doesn't feel so long anymore.

#booigi #king boo x luigi #ratkingwrites #that's a tag i NEVER thought I'd be making #i actually used to write a lot of self indulgent bullshit in middle school #but i stopped for a long time until i had to come up with a story for a game last Halloween #so I'm...kinda writing stuff like this now and then #booigi Tumblr please accept this humble offering #should i post this on ao3? I've never posted on there 👉👈 #luigi's mansion 3 #this is a Hellen Gravely hate zone #every time she's on screen i want to deck her #King Boo is cute as fuck #Luigi is also cute as fuck #they're both so stupid though (affectionate) #this was fun #and i am becoming very anxious very quickly #okay bye now

[codename-adler]

part of me hopes Baby Girl, Good Luck is about any aftg girl... part of me hopes babygirl is kevin.

ofc bbgirl is ALWAYS Kevin!!! but if i say it comes from Ethel Cain's "Sun Bleached Flies"..…………....? yeah it's Renee.

Adler's PiPs ~ Project: Baby Girl, Good Luck

this project is my babygirl fr. i once attempted to do NaNoWriMo with this fic, and failed, like i've failed every NNWM i ever signed up for! yay me!

but i have many notebook pages written, which counts for something in this world of vague WIPs and AUs. i have so many hopes for this fic. i want to elevate Renison and boost the numbers on ao3. it's like my sapphic magnum opus.

let's recap:

this is a Renison fic with the dynamic of friend-to-protector/FWB-to-lover for Allison and friend-to-savior/FWB-to-lover for Renee. yeahhh we're switching it up babey!

it is very much Renison-centric; i don't plan on involving much of the Foxes, at least not any more than necessary. Andrew and Jean for sure, Bee also, and Wymack, but all very much in the background.

it is canon-divergent; in the sense that it tries to be as in character as possible + as close to canon as possible, but; the fic takes place post-canon/post-TKM.

it should be my first NSFW work. it depends on how it progresses with the Kevaaron fic, but i doubt it will speed by BGGL, and if there will be NSFW at all. the debate is still on about that. BGGL is very much NSFW; in fact it is kind of the whole premise. think the "terminal curiosity" sakuatsu series by @favspacetwink & @/moonlumie on ao3 (iykyk)(but a little less rough/BDSM-ish).

topics to expect: self-harming coping mechanisms - diving into Renee's past and her past sexual abuse - looking at Renee's bio family - sex as coping strategy - ED - religious guilt - exploration of sexuality - ANGST - hurt/no comfort & hurt/comfort - HEA!!!

the premise:

Allison catches Renee in the midst of a sexual encounter, and although it seems consensual, Allison knows better than to believe her eyes and Renee's lies. Digging deeper, Allison uncovers the lengths to which Renee has gone to scratch an itch, one that has been under her skin since she was barely a teen. Allison cannot bear to see her friend be hurt by strangers nor by herself, so she makes her a deal: When it itches, come to me. We'll deal with it together. What starts as an innocent promise to take Renee's mind off of her urges with different hobbies, soon evolves into a full blown friends-with-benefits situation, where Allison leads Renee through the waves, teaches her one thing or ten, explores another dozen with her, and finally restores the notions of respect, health, faith, and love in Renee. But that's just what friends do for one another, right? And Allison would never break a promise, not for anything in the world. Right?

an excerpt:

a look at my disjointed terrible no good squiggly handwritten notes:

thank you so much @totallyfoxes for letting me gush about my babygirls, and sorry for the lack of Kevin :/ maybe try "The Language of Boys" or "Start of Time" ? 👀👉👈

#adler's pips #project: baby girl good luck #project: BGGL #baby girl good luck #renison #renee walker #allison reynolds #aftg #all for the game #the foxhole court #the sunshine court

[themountainsays]

Is #MadrigalcestWeek2022 nearing its end already?

Is it still available?

Can I still pass some works that I've done for them a bit later?

I'm bombarded with a HEAVY & PACKED schedule nowadays so I didn't have much time to finish my works, let alone continue writing them. I have TONS of ideas for the popular ships, I just can't squeeze in a lot of time for them cause I got school and teachers be demanding on deadlines and I can't mess things up in school no more cause I'm a graduating student so I hope that even with all of these going on in my life as a student, I'd still like to participate in this fandom I'm in whether proshipper or whatnot

I truly hope I can still catch up👉👈

And let me just say that you guys are the best in your creative writing ideas and fics and everything down to that logical thinking of yours!

Hello! Yes Madrigalcest week is technically over as of today, I'm going to make a post about it on the official blog later today (it's only 4 am and I should be going to sleep soon).

However...!

Of course you can continue to post for the Madrigalcest Week prompts! We'll still reblog your work on the blog, retweet it to our official twitter and add it to the ao3 collection! In that sense I guess Madrigalcest Week never ends, because it continues to live forever in our hearts 😭

Don't worry at all about time. One of my biggest fics and my favorite out of the ones I wrote, The Rockrose And The Thistle, was originally going to be 7 chapters, each written for one day of E.lsanna Week 2021. The first day of EA Week 2022 is today. It's been officially a year and I still haven't finished the fic. It's 60k words and 33 chapters long and I still have to post the last 25 or so chapters, most of which are already written. I plan to finish it soon now that Madrigalcest Week is over and I have more time. Look at me 😂 posting for a ship week from last year. It's perfectly fine to take your sweet sweet time with your work. School is important! I graduated last year so I still have the memory of how hard it is fresh in my mind. Good luck with your studies! Take all the time you need!

#madrigalcest #madrigalcest week #shipcest #madrigalcestweek #madrigalcestweek2022 #also i agree! the madrigalcest gang is AMAZING we have so many great talented people!