gotta love a brother that never fails to embarrass you when given the chance
(this is part of my starstruck (tom ryder/ryland grace) fic, "dear future self (hands up!)" on ao3, you should check it out here! :D)
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gotta love a brother that never fails to embarrass you when given the chance
(this is part of my starstruck (tom ryder/ryland grace) fic, "dear future self (hands up!)" on ao3, you should check it out here! :D)
i havent forgotten about writing! yours untruly will get a new update soon but until then ive been totally invested in another story i am starting! helloooo project hail mary fans!
hey so are we excited for the next chapter :]
[ this is for my fic, "yours untruly" on ao3! you can click here to read it! ]
Directly beneath the bedrooms was the medical bay that Bowser had mentioned before. The labs, the infirmary, and the therapy options. One of the lab doors had been left open a crack, and Luigi had to cover his ears from how obtrusive the sound had become by now as he got closer to the door. Not long after, it would finally stop, and he would find that inside the lab was a lanky koopa with thick-rimmed glasses, wielding a jackhammer.
“Iggy! Don’t you think we could… keep this down a little?” A high-pitched voice called from somewhere in the corner nearest to Luigi, where he couldn’t see them just yet. It was enough to catch the attention of the lanky koopa — Iggy? — who could only grin and start laughing hysterically.
“Of course not! The jackhammer only has so many effective settings, and with a pound of concrete this heavy, going any lower would be like taking a spoon to a brick!” Iggy declared, kicking back on the jackhammer and making Luigi quickly cover his ears. Iggy had looked back at the other koopa in the room with a wild grin, and only then did he finally notice Luigi’s presence. He turned off the tool and leaned on it as he swiveled back to look at Luigi with an unsettling smile.
Luigi looked around the room as he realized the obnoxious bone-rattling sound was gone, and that he was now being singled out by gaze alone. The other Koopa — a shorter one with wild yellow, pink, and blue hair styled in a sleek mohawk — was also staring at him. “Uh— S-Sorry, I was… coming to see what was going on. I thought something bad was happening.”
“Bad like what?” Iggy asked, leaning forward over the top of the jackhammer. “Ooh, like those pesky Mario brothers coming to stomp all over our land and storm the castle to kick Pops in his face? They do that sometimes! Usually, only when we have a princess, but I hear that the guest that Pops brought in wasn’t a kidnapping this time, so I dunno if they’re coming for this one.”
“Are you the guest?” The smaller koopa piped in, now hopping to Luigi’s side and looking up at him with one bright and curious eye, the other eye lazily untrained and drifting down. “You look like one of the Mario brothers, actually. The tall green one!”
He inwardly wondered if that’s all he was known for. He supposed there were worse ways to be known. “Uh… I— I am, yes. I’m Luigi.” He nodded in greeting to the small koopa, offering his hand, which the smaller looked at intently, before taking it and shaking it furiously. As soon as their hands made contact, Luigi felt a sharp, electric sting run up his arm, and it earned a yelp. He tried to be polite and not tear his hand away, but the electric sting burned the longer he kept contact, and the smaller koopa did not seem to have any interest in letting go any time soon, so Luigi had to pull back after the third swing. “Owowow— What was that?”
The mohawked koopa grinned and showed him the hand buzzer he had hidden. “Lemmy! Good to meet you, tall green Luigi!”
“It’s… just Luigi.”
“Okay, green Mario, now that we’ve established that you’re here, can we ask, pray tell, why that is?” Iggy requested, making Luigi sigh in contempt.
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everybody please welcome the koopalings to yours untruly!!
every time i look at this im just amazed at how much i was willing to keep writing for this story, its so satisfying to see so many chapters listed with more in mind to come
[these are chapters for my fanfiction, "yours untruly" on ao3! you can click here to read it!]
What do you mean “chat” is now referring to ChatGPT and not twitch chat? What? What? What the fuck? No?
When I address chat I am speaking to a presumed Greek chorus of real human people shitposting on their lunch break, not a machine that devours lakes to covert electricity into slop.
god i love writing, i love implementing little details and small call backs and showing off different mannerisms and behaviors and habits and trying to slowly show the growth as its occurring, its so fucking satisfying
you guys should totally do this with my fic, yours untruly :3c
Luigi felt his nausea come back tenfold, so he set the fork back into his tray and grimaced. “Did… something happen to him?”
“Right? That’s what I said!” Bowser bellowed, tail tucking around himself now. “But nope. I even sent a little raid to the Mushroom Kingdom, a couple of koopas and goombas, but they saw Mario with the princess before the toads shoved them out.”
The toads? That’s strange. Mario usually doesn’t let the toads handle monsters, but maybe he was too far to deal with them before the toads reacted? “... Right.” Luigi mumbled. “I’m… sorry.”
“What for?”
What wasn’t there to be sorry for? Just in general? Luigi was sorry that he was always such a failure. That might be why Mario wasn’t coming now. He was sick of having to cover for a brother who caused him nothing but trouble. Luigi was sorry for getting himself kidnapped. Luigi was sorry he couldn’t break out, despite how he tried — His ripped-up gloves, lightning scars, and the useless scratches in the concrete wall were proof of how hard he tried. Luigi was sorry that, even for Bowser’s nefarious plan, he still couldn’t prove to be of use.
But none of that was something he could say, so Luigi didn’t answer.
A small huff filled the otherwise longstanding silence, as Bowser rose to his feet. “He’ll come.” He said matter-of-factly. “Mario’s the good guy. He’ll always come.”
And Luigi wanted to believe that. He just wished his depressing thoughts would agree for once.
“Eat. We had a deal.”
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proof that there's a secret 6th love language: bullying/being mean
(this is for my fic, yours untruly on ao3! you can click here to read it now!!)
part 6 of “ambrosia writes something they can’t keep in the fic but it makes them laugh anyways”
(this is for my bowuigi fic on ao3, “yours untruly”! you can click here to read it!!)
the best family in all of fiction i fear
using incorrect quotes to launch my sanders sides designs >>>
i had SO much fun drawing remus its not even funny i love him so much, his stupid little stache and the little possum ears i gave him make me sooooo happy
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i cant explain to you in enough detail how much i love the posts you'll see on tiktok or tumblr or bluesky or wherever else that's like, "small things i find attractive". every single one of those is an incredible inspiration for how i can make my stupid little bowuigi fic that much more delectable.
like yes thank you pleaseremind me of how attractive it is to see people silently pleading with their eyes moreso than anything else i WILL be stealing this and i WILL be incorporating it on purpose. you have sealed my fate.
spent an hour making these instead of writing