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istadris · 10 months

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heyy lm3 time loop

that is true, on the whole king boo needs to find some new trapping tactics lmaoo—but he can expend some creativity into throwing those wild plants into the crevices of the boiler room, working some magic to get the dino skeleton and shark to team up, and getting the magicians to make luigi’s head spin in the tombs. has the perfect pattern between similar surprises and completely new ones that get luigi to relax then immediately throw his guards up.

luigi approaching a certain area and being very very scared of it and polterpup catching on. puppy goes first to show that he’ll be okay.

also. gooigi. it’s not technically the same as having another person understand what he’s going through, but since luigi shares his consciences with him at times, maybe it helps him feel the tiniest less alone. this might be a stretch, but in the instances where gooigis in control and luigi’s just kinda. there. it could be a little reprieve for him and he just lets himself go numb.

the visual of them chasing after each other like children pushing each other against walls and decorations and breaking everything in sight is hilarious. a race to see who can find the next clue first. all the ghosts are peering around corners trying to figure out what is going on. yeah, they’ve wrecked the hotel ten times over before they realize they need to calm down.

i think if luigi was desperate enough to go to some extreme measures he’d try his best to get mario out of the building. 50/50 chance of him succeeding and mario definitely gets caught in the crossfire a few times, but he tries.

also, i can imagine luigi giving up on finding e gadd first after a while to save time and just setting up the lab himself. gets e gadd eventually and man doesn’t question it, just scolds him for moving one tiny thing an infinitely tiny amount to the left.

luigi’s got plans for these ghosts and he’s got the time to make it happen. if he wants it, he’ll get it. helps that they all want a piece of him.

One day you'll have to come off anon so I can properly message you and we can yell together about this AU

(joking aside, I understand if you'd prefer stay anonymous, don't worry about it ^^)

King Boo would actually find this "game" very fascinating and entertaining. He can kill Luigi over and over, and he can afford to be creative about it ! He love his art and makes all his traps as detailed as paintings.Playing with "colours", "texture", experimenting and playing with that eternal canvas...but he slowly grows frustrated of the very issue with a perpetual reset : what's the point of art, if you can't immortalise it ? What is left of your ideas if they get erased and need to be redone everytime ? What IS the most perfect way of ending this duel between him and his nemesis ?

Polterpup going first into dangerous areas ;c; You know it's interesting because King Boo never seems to acknowledge Polterpup, even if he's essential to Luigi's survival. Even with Polterkitty, it got annoyed at best by the poppy's antics. Makes me wonder if even ghosts don't dare to hurt him or if he's got his own brand of Weird Ghost Magic...

That's a very interesting use of Gooigi! For some reason ghosts still have trouble distinguishing Gooigi from the real deal, so it does give Luigi a much needed reprieve. Sinking into the strange consciousness of the goo creature until he's ready to get back out and face the horrors.

The loops are totally a Bugs Bunny cartoon at this stage. Full Looney Tunes shenanigans as they work out their frustrations and anger through absolutely petty revenges and chases.

I agree with you there, actually. No matter what, Mario's safety would still be his priority. Maybe at the cost of the other's safety, leading to some awful moments in specific loops...

Pfff, of course E.Gadd wouldn't question the situation. At least until Luigi mentions the time loop, THEN only does E.Gadd become extremely interested ! His nagging doesn't change though, to the point Luigi doesn't feel as bad as he should for "forgetting" E.Gadd here and there. He's still very helpful in figuring out some of the knacks of the time loop.

Luigi walking through the manor banging on pots : "BRING OUT YOUR DEAD!! BRING OUT YOUR DEAD!!! And preferably to fuck me six ways to Sunday! BRING OUT YOUR DEAD!!" Chambrea whispering to the Bellboy : "what is wrong with that guy ?? And why is it so hot??"

#super mario bros #luigi's mansion #lm3 time loop au #miscellaneous mario madness #anon ask #answers

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embyrinitalics · 3 years

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I'd say fever is a classic whump theme🤒

Fine Lines

He can feel her leveling a frown at the back of his head as he keeps watch at one of the open bays, so there's no doubt in his mind that it's for his benefit when she says, "I think I've gathered enough data. You can set us down."

And he knows how independent she is, so it's both unusual and threatening when she asks him at the landing to help her carry a few odds and ends back to her room.

And in spite of the fact that they've gotten friendlier over the last few weeks, she's certainly never gone out of her way to get him alone, so when she lets the heavy drape that serves as the door to her Tabantha bungalow down behind him, he knows he's in for it. Still, he hopes.

He sets down her things, a bit wobblier than he'd like, and mutters a parting "Princess," without meeting her eyes.

"Link," she says. Her voice is quiet, but commanding. It stops him dead in his tracks.

He swallows, his throat all tightness. "Yes, Princess?"

Her fingers find his wrist. A benign enough gesture, but he knows better. Her fingertips find his pulse, lay cool and flat against overheated skin as she turns him around with it. And if she had any doubts, he's sure the expression on his face gives him away.

"You really should've stayed on the ground," she chides him.

"I'm fine."

"You're running a fever."

He fidgets, remembering with a shudder the way the biting winds aboard Vah Medoh seemed to draw the life right out of him and cast it overboard. He murmurs again, "I'm fine."

She wears a sad, incredulous smile at him, fingers brushing at his bangs—ghosting gently against skin, the way they had in Eldin just a few days before. Maybe a sign of affection, maybe a way to gauge his temperature. Either way it makes him shiver.

"Remember that fine line we talked about?"

The room is tilting, and his equilibrium is shot, and he's not even sure if it's from her fingers lingering on his wrist or the fever. He has to swallow again, blink some balance back into the world, before he says, "I didn't want you to have to go up alone."

"I wouldn't have been alone. I had Revali."

"Mmf," he grunts, and when her smile starts to grow he decides it's in his best interests to change the subject. "I'll go to bed," he promises.

"Your hut is three levels down," she scoffs. "You'll probably pass out half way down and fall headlong the rest of the way, and then I'll have no appointed knight at all. I'm surprised you haven't keeled over already."

She turns before he can object, piling extra blankets and pillows on the floor near the firepit. There’s a certain logic to her arguments. An appealing, hazy, attractive sort of logic. But he’s also sure there are a few important people who wouldn’t be pleased to know he had spent the night in her room. The king, for example. Though at the moment he can’t exactly remember why his opinion matters. But he’s fairly sure it does.

She says, when he hasn’t moved and he still seems to need convincing, “You clearly can’t be trusted with your own well being. I just want to see you safely through the night. Please?”

He takes a breath, not sure if he means to tell her that he’ll be fine on his own or that her offer sounds lovely and he’d been delighted to accept, but either way she interrupts, anticipating a rebuttal.

“I could make it an order.”

“All right,” he says before she can threaten him anymore, taking the first uneasy steps toward the middle of the room. “All right.”

She turns, satisfied, and he tries to lower himself as steadily as possible into the small nest she’s built. His legs give out half way down and his knees hit the ground, his hands flying out to catch himself, and he crawls the last few inches to the soft center of the pile.

He finally admits, staring at the floor, “My head is pounding.”

“I’m not surprised.” Her hands alight on his shoulders, guiding him, turning him on his side and then easing his head down. He’s expecting a pillow, so it’s startling when he finds himself in her lap. But he’s too weak to argue, for more reasons than one. She clucks her tongue at him, dabbing gently at his neck and temple with a moist cloth. “You’re burning up.”

This feels inappropriate, and tending to him like this is beneath her besides. But he tries not to think about it. He stares into the quivering fire, letting his head drift aimlessly towards other thoughts: how nice it feels, how long it’s been since he’s had someone care for him like this. It was his mother last, probably, though he can’t remember when. Years, now. He must’ve been something like...

Well. It was before the sword, anyway.

“Sorry,” he whispers, because it’s all he can think to say.

She puffs a derisive laugh. “What are you sorry for?”

He pinches his eyes shut, an awful chill wracking him from head to toe. It’s going to be a long night. He can’t think of a reason—or at least, a way to say what he means. So he doesn’t answer. That’s probably treasonous. But she doesn’t seem to mind.

“We’ve got to look out for each other,” she says quietly, almost ruminative.

It makes something warm in his chest. It reminds him of the night they camped in the canyon between Gerudo and Hyrule Field, when she’d asked him why he was so quiet, and how patiently she’d listened while he dredged up bits of an answer. That front that you put on for everyone else... you don’t need to with me, she’d said.

She’ll probably never know how much that meant.

“Princess,” he murmurs, not quite in his right mind and aching all over. She brushes his bangs back, peers down at him with an arched brow, expectant, until he corrects, “Zelda.”

Her expression softens approvingly, and she dabs the cloth in the bowl again and lays it against his forehead. He watches her out of heavy-lidded eyes, dizzy and prickling and hot. Utterly miserable. Utterly content.

“Thank you.”

She doesn’t answer him, just keeps his forehead cool and rakes her fingers softly over his scalp until he sighs and closes his eyes, and then stops thinking altogether.

#Legend of Zelda #BotW #fanfic #zelink #drabble #whump #fever #Fine Lines #this... came out way softer than I intended lol #don't you love how I'm all like GIVE ME WHUMP PROMPTS I CRAVE MISERY #and then I'm like Look I wrote fluff! :D #flump #whumping promptly #embyr writes

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