#boo dirty

[egophiliac]

I have SO many thoughts about everything and they are in no kind of order yet, so here's just some quick little bits in the meantime!

I am not normal about any of these characters!

[dirtybg3confessions]

Confession: I want to marry Boo, and then divorce him to win custody over Minsc in court

[megamagimugi]

He's-a Gone

Luigi time! To suffer, that is.

(CW: character death)

This is obviously a sort of comlementary piece to I Was-a Too Late. But it's more than just that as it also illustrates a certain fun, dark what-if idea I had. Please keep reading if you're intrigued!

Lore:

Luigi's Mansion, the first game. Everything goes the same as in canon until the final boss fight, when Luigi defeats King Boo in his Bowser costume. After King Boo comes out and Luigi intends to suck him in, the villain laughs and reveals the truth: Mario's painting was an illusion, so was everything Madame Clairvoya saw. All just to mess with Luigi. Meanwhile the real Mario wasn't just captured by the Boos, he was immediately killed by them on their King's orders. The only physical thing that's left of him in this realm is the five items Luigi found - hidden by the Boos for Luigi to find, another part of King Boo's sick game.

Luigi is able to finish the fight despite his shock and grief, fueled by the anger King Boo never expected from him. After getting out of the painting the plumber discovers that it is indeed empty, no Mario or anyone else in the portrait.

Heartbroken and guit-ridden, Luigi goes back to Professor E. Gadd's lab and gives him back the Poltergust 3000. He doesn't even want to stay long enough to see what is going to happen to the ghosts. Of course the Professor tries to offer some semblance of comfort, but we all know it's not his forte.

So Luigi leaves, only taking Mario's five items with him. He notices that the mansion has disapeared without a trace. The reality of it all finally hits him, and he practically collapses onto a nearby tree's large root protruding from the ground, putting down the precious items around himself, only leaving the matching red hat and the letter in his hands. He should have known something was off. After all, the Mario he saw in the painting was wearing his hat and both gloves.

Looking at all these items, to his growing horror he can't help but imagine what exactly might have happened to his brother and what his last moments might have been like. He hugs the hat to his chest and rereads Mario's note several times, knowing that the brief warning was his brother's last words to him.

Luigi can do nothing but cry for the beloved brother he couldn't save, desperately wishing it was his warm, living and breathing body pressed to his chest rather than just a couple of his belongings.

But Mario is truly gone, apparently having met such a horrific fate that not even a single part of his body is left in the physical world.

[Good night]

…I'll leave the rest up to your imagination ;) Sorry if I got carried away with my description. Occasionally even I enjoy being a little dramatic, though I'm no writer whatsoever.

Yeah, I'm not apologizing for making this one - I was nicer to Luigi than to his bro, at least here the Mushroom Kingdom and everyone in it (except for Mario lol) is still okay!

But alas,

You can no longer play as Mario

Rest in spaghetti, funny wahoo man.

@federthenotsogreat I'm tagging you because you said you wanted more Mario art like I Was-a Too Late, thought you might like this one too!

@drones-of-innocence Also tagging you because you were interested in my idea.

Edit: Tagging a few more mutuals who might want to see this based on their reaction to my previous angsty work just in case, feel free to ignore. Or ask me to remove the tag if you want, no problem.

@silenzahra (remember, no rush) @c-lavanda @jell-o101 @stripetkattelalala54-gf

@luigixfanxayjay @itsavee4117

And you @giddlygoat just because you have a Luigi's Mansion AU and I thought you might appreciate this... Also because I'm a fan 👉👈

[aroaceleovaldez]

Today on doodles i forgot i drew: Bryce Lawrence scene my beloved. Nico's dumb little dog harness in BoO my beloved.

[booskwan]

SEUNGKWAN 「ひとりじゃない」 (2021)

[fresh2definitely]

boo has been obsessed with sleeping on this tacobell bag exclusively... its now flush with the floor

[naughtybg3confessions]

do.. do you think larian left minsc unromanceable because they couldn't figure out how to explain that it's actually boo piloting the mech, ratatouille-style when you're getting taken to pound town?

like yeah yeah "he's gotta be packin' schmeat" this and "morons are the ones who truly clap cheeks" that, but (and i say this with all the light and love in my heart), the man would barely be able to manage tipping water out of a boot if the instructions were written on the heel. there is NO way he knows where to stick it in, boo would surely have to be advising him on that.

[cornflowershade]

Don't Worry | Thai Series Multifandom

aghhhh finally got this done! xD Decided to make a humor/feel-good Thai series multifandom :) I’ve been watching this through so much whilst editing that I honestly don’t even know if it’s good anymore, but hopefully it is lol?!! Anyway enjoy 💛💗

[zs-starwars]

Look before the War Within starts and Anduin gets to work on his Shadowlands gotten trauma and development I need to dunk on him (affectionate) for a quick second okay?

So in Before the Storm he has this line:

"Her [Sylavnas's] eyes narrowed. Anduin knew she understood the lesson of this day's tragic events. She was not universally loved among her people. He was. She ruled with an iron fist. He ruled with compassion. (pg347)"

Which comparatively sure, fair. Sylvanas has just put a hard, murderous, stop to Calia's first attempt at girlbossing and killed about half the desolate council. Before the Storm is what it needed to be for BfA and beyond.

But I would like to point out that earlier in the book we have this:

"Anduin had been informed that negative sentiment was not limited to his advisors. Guards and Shaw's people had reported that there was muttering in some of the taverns and on the streets. The guards had been instructed to interrupt such conversations if they verged on sedition or grew violent. (pg 248)"

Baby boy that is not universally beloved and ruling with compassion. Lol. Lmao even.

I've scrawled all in my copy with little notes and I have a messy word document with rewrite ideas for this 6 (!) year old book. I am excited to see what we have going on under Silithus. In the end WoW is a video game that needs to keep selling and making new storylines.

[triglycercule]

killer should know about dumb video game meta stuff ike i-frames and animation cancels and critting amd breaking out of bounds and use it to his advantage in fights. maybe he learned it from chara in something new as a silly little thing to try out because theyre already teaching him all this bullshit on killing so whos to say a video game character cant learn a player's cheats?? he's already interacted and collaborated with a player before i think its fair he knows tricks on how to cheat undertale's fighting system

everything's all fine and dandy in a fight against killer (no it isn't) until you see him glitching around and somehow phasing through your attacks. he looks ridiculous but it gets the job done

[dirtybg3confessions]

Anyone who was in middle school in the 00's probably remembers how there used to be an urban legend about dudes putting live hamsters up their butts for sexual pleasure... yeah... so anyway what if Minsc-

[takeyourpillsbitchh]

Bubble Bath Re-Write 🫧🛁

I found this little re-write while going through my google docs this morning and felt the need to share it with y’all 😘

***

Mickey was fucking uncomfortable. The cold metal faucet was digging into his back. The scent of the bubbles was too strong. The water was too hot. This felt weird and fucking embarrassing. And his knees were starting to cramp from the position.

Ian looks nice and fucking comfortable, eyes closed, relaxed back against the slanted part of the tub.

“This is gay.” Mickey grumbled, because it’s all he knows to say to keep himself from lashing out.

“We’re gay, Mick,” Ian answers back, eyes still closed, but Mickey shakes his head.

“Nah. I don’t think I’m this gay,” He says, unsure. He wants to like it but it’s just not doing it for him. Is this really how couples take fucking baths together? Nah.

“Nope. I’m getting out,” Mickey stands quickly, the water sloshing around in the tub.

Before he can step out a large hand is closing around his wrist to stop him.

“Mick, wait—”

“No, I don’t like it,” he says but he doesn’t make a move to leave again. Ian looks up at him, catching his eye with those puppy dog green ones, stares at him for a minute before his face goes all soft and mushy.

“C’mere,” He says, the corner of his mouth tugging up as he gently pulls Mickey back down.

He goes without a fight, letting Ian position him between those long, strong legs.

This isn’t so bad, Mickey hums to himself as he relaxes back against Ian’s chest, his legs less cramped in this position, nothing hard digging into his back—well, the hard part wasn’t completely true, but this one was welcome.

“Better?” Ian asks, his hands sliding up and down Mickey's biceps, squeezing every now and then in a lazy massage.

“Mhmm,” Mickey hums, nodding slightly against Ian’s shoulder.

The water had cooled off a bit, the scented bubbles weren’t making him nauseous anymore and the only thing digging into his back was his husband's hard on and he could happily live with that.

Somehow Ian ended up with his face pressed to Mickey’s neck, hands rubbing at every part of his husbands body he could reach from this position. He mouths at the skin of Mickey’s neck every now and then; open mouthed kisses, gentle sucks and love bites.

Mickey tilts his head to the side, wanting more. Loves the way Ian’s mouth feels on him.

“Don’t like fighting with you,” Ian says suddenly against his skin, low and soft. Mickey's eyes flutter open, not even realizing they’d fallen closed in his relaxation.

“Hm?”

“I don’t like fighting with you.” Ian repeats, pressing another kiss to Mickey's neck then his jaw. “About anything.”

Mickeys quiet for a minute. Bites the inside of his lip in thought. Ian never stops kissing or touching him.

“Yeah, me, either,” He finally replies. And it’s true. He hates fighting with Ian about…anything.

They aren’t stupid teenagers anymore. Sometimes they can be stupid adults but they know how to communicate better now but sometimes…sometimes communicating is fucking hard and it makes him uncomfortable.

“Maybe, we could like, do this more often?” Mickey says, turning his face to press his forehead against Ian’s jaw.

“Yeah?” Ian asks and Mickey feels his smile more than he can see it.

“Yeah.” He answers, kissing Ian’s chin before snuggling back against his husband's chest once again.

“Hm,” Ian hums after a moment, nuzzling against Mickey's ear. “Wanna fool around?”

A smile spreads wide across Mickey's face as a hand slides between his thighs.

“Absolutely.”

[ask-marios-apprentice]

luigi

Son of Alejandro Alexander Jupmin and Pollyanna "Pauline" Brickle.

Brother of Mario.

Boyfriend of Peasley.

Brother-in-law Of Peach.

Uncle of Meggy.

Collaborator of EGadd.

Possibly the reincarnation of Count Blecks grandfather.

Enemy of King Boo.

Brief holder of the thunder hand.

Enjoys wearing dresses.

Brief owner of a mansion.

Would look for Mario if he was missing.

Has an aggressive stare.

Fan of football and drinking milk out of dirty glasses.

And occasionally often scared.

[dirty-dominik-mysterio]

i was scrolling through ig and saw this pls💀💀

[talentforlying]

the brain ain't good and the times are busy, so i'm gonna start my working-on-paper semi-hiatus / hiatus a little early! i hope y'all are having good days, and my queue should start putting up some replies later this week.

[boneheadboner]

I cooked something