#COASTERCRUSHED writing blog for mapplethorpe landis, an ghost character from abc's crazy fun park. highly selective & private. minors dni. primarily runs on queue due to work schedule. loved by billie ( 34 . est. ) this blog will contain triggering content and spoilers . 21+ preferred . minors do not interact . established november 2023.
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INFO / STATS UNDERCUT.
01. first things first, i am aware that a lot of people haven't seen crazy fun park. i highly recommend it. it'll make you laugh, it'll make you cry, it'll make you feel nostalgic. i digress because this will have a lot of horror aspects. a lot of the park kids died in really horrific ways. mapplethorpe ended up going to the abandoned park alone, climbing up a rollercoaster to take a picture with his cell phone and fell off the coaster platform, falling onto one of the stalls below. a lot of depressing topics will be mentioned considering mapplethorpe had died suddenly and he's a rather fresh ghost ( the other's being from the 80s - early 00s ) so he's learning to cope with his own death.
02. drama is not my thing. i avoid it in real life and you best believe iâm going to avoid it online, being that this is my hobby. i wont reblog callouts, but will read them. iâll only reblog if the person is incredibly dangerous to make my followers be aware. no gross behavior with minor muses, either, thanks. donât be transphobic, genderbend, whitewash, donât be a racist asshole, donât support n*zi imagery, donât be a fucking dickhead.Â
03. oooooh i do love shipping! though, i do prefer a little bit of plotting beforehand. i think itâs very important to build a relationship ooc as well. iâm more comfortable to ship if we talk a little ooc.
04. iâm billie! iâve thirty four years old and iâve been apart of the rpc since late 2010. iâm an old lady. iâve been around the block a few times. i work full time overnight ( twelve hour shifts ) at hospital & i have a lot of social obligations so iâm primarily mobile. most of my replies will be posted by queue due to this. my reply speed is slow and whilst i post a lot of ooc posts while at work & what not, it may sometimes take me a few days or even weeks to reply to a thread. patience is key! this is something i do whenever i want to destress and have fun.
STATS
 GENERAL.
BIRTH NAME. mapplethorpe landis  ALIAS(ES). mapplethorpe, mape, mapple, maggot boy, pennywise. AGE. eternally eighteen. twenty two in survival verses. DATE OF BIRTH. may 8th, 2004 MARITAL STATUS. single. verse dependent.  SPECIES. the ghost with the most GENDER. cismale PREFERRED PRONOUNS. he/him ROMANTIC ORIENTATION. bisexual  SEXUAL ORIENTATION. bisexual - masc. leaning  OCCUPATION. twitch streamer. was a student, planning on becoming a writer and making comics with his artist best friend chester. now? he's just dead.
                                                     PHYSICALITY.
HEIGHT. 5'7" BUILD. athletic, lean. in good shape. HAIR. blonde, curly. EYES. dark blue. SCARS. miscellaneous scars from skateboarding. he has a lot of them. a lot of scars from just doing stupid shit as well.  ABNORMALITIES. other than being dead? not a whole lot. TATTOOS. a smiley face stick n poke on his left knee cap. ( more in college/streamer verse. ) PIERCINGS. ear lobes, belly button. ( angel bites in college/steamer. ) PHYSICAL AILMENTS. after snapping his spinal chord so bad he was essentially bisected? not really. ALLERGIES. none.
                                                     HEADSPACE.
ALIGNMENT. chaotic good MYERS BRIGGS.  esfp FEARS. losing chester, memories of his own death. DISORDERS. bpd, adhd, autism, dependent personality disorder  OTHERS.  n/a.
                                                     BACKGROUND.
PLACE OF BIRTH. asphodels heights, australia.   CURRENT RESIDENCE.  crazy fun park, asphodels heights, australia.  RELIGION. agnostic  FAMILY. felicity landis, his mother. father, rhett landis, is not in the picture. considers chester dante his family. STATUS.  lower-middle class
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soft, even praise / comfort when youâre getting fucked into sheer stupidity is so peak. âyouâre alright, babyâ when you canât string the words together to beg for more. yeah yeah yeah
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That made Preacher pause as he laced up his right boot. Well shit. âDunno,â he answered because it was the only honest thing he could say. âI donât do this much. You want me to come back?â
He looked at him, his expression oddly genuine and curious. Usually he did go to bed with someone it was other Johnnys. They knew who he was, and he knew who they were and neither asked for more. Now that he was on the spot he felt awkward and nervous. Didn't help he couldn't imagine why anyone would like him.
he can feel his face start to heat up, the gravity of what he just said suddenly a weight on his shoulders. ( great, now he's made this more awkward than intended. ) he'll clear his throat, pulling his legs so he can sit criss cross under the sheet.
"i mean, yeah." his voice cracks a little, causing his blush to fan over his shoulders. "if, yanno, you'd want to come back. i ain't pulling your leg--.." but you did just almost make a scene about it, mapplethorpe.
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âī¸ â â Ohh. Look at you, big man. I wasn't aware I was dealing with an intermediate. â An eyebrow shot up as he nestled his cheek into his palm, bespectacled gaze on a lazy droop. Arson wasn't exactly petty, but depending on the monument and the reason for setting it alight, Jay could get behind it. Some 'heroes' deserved the deconstruction. â Minor explosives in the mailbox always blow over a treat. Though, personally? My preference is the long, psychological warfare approach. If I'm going to bother with vengeance, I'm in it for the long-haul, baby. â
mapplethorpe rolls his eyes, tongue clicking on the roof of his mouth before he bites back a grin that threatened to spread. ( he isn't sure if jay is being sarcastic or not. ) listen, he didn't even commit the arson, in all honesty. even mapplethorpe knows that would be stupid considering all the bush fires that happen back home in australia. though, defacing a monument of some founding fucker with toilet paper and spray paint? then placing the spray paint in someone's poor, unknowing hands before running off? that's more his speed. "ah, i guess fire poppers in the mailbox isn't as dangerous here as it is back home. bush fires and all that," he'll give a lazy wave of his hand. "oh, you fuck me over once? best believe i'll get my lick in." he'll suck on his teeth before grinning. "even if it's years from now. stay safe out there,"
âī¸ â â Good. Then you're going to be fine. â His smirk elongated, all but feline in its mischief as he drew languid circles with the tip of his finger. â But hell, you're supposed to be a writer. More creativity, please. None of this trite 'kindness' crap. Roadkill! Glitter bombs! Dog shit on their front steps! Come on now! â
"that's child's play. i'm not in grade school," he'll scoff, sneering slightly. ( though, a part of him does want to impress the guy. ) he'll bring his beer up to his lips, a hum leaving him. "i've gotten someone arrested for vandalism that i committed to a monument and also made someone a suspect for arson. that i didn't commit," okay, that might be a little more than petty, mapplethorpe.
Gary keeps forgetting he broke his nose. The perks of winning a fight (even if it was mostly because they'd been pulled off of each other at a time more convenient for him). He sits up a little bit when Mapplethorpe turns his head, and then a little bit more to get a better look. "Oh, shit," he says with a small giggle, quickly leaning back down to press their faces together. His lips trail from Mapplethorpe's mouth, up his cheek, against his temple, before Gary nips at his earlobe he'd just been shown. "You're not stupid," Gary murmurs in his ear while he's there. While Mapplethorpe nuzzles his face into his neck, Gary does the same in his hair. "You gonna make me have to talk about, like... claimin' my fuckin' territory or somethin'." It's something he hears often (far more often than one might think- but while many aspects of society have collapsed the patriarchy is still alive and well), and has always found kind of strange. Especially in this specific context. It feels like comparing a person to land, and only ever conjures up the image of Gary sticking his dick in the dirt.
"And if you really want me to stop I wouldn't, like... not listen." Gary could certain force certain things upon him, but he doesn't think he has it in him to ever force Mapplethorpe entirely. He coaxes Mapplethorpe's face out of its hiding place in his neck, and bites his lips that start to smile. Just at the sight of him. He's pathetic. "'Nd you were so good to me last time, right? So now it's my turn to be good to you."
oh, he hasn't forgotten that his nose was broken. or the cheap shot gary took using the handle of his pistol in the middle of a fist fight. ( though, he also can't forget his nose bumping against his stomach whenever he swallowed his cock. ) so, obviously? it's water under the bridge or he wouldn't be having secret meetings with the savior in his hideaway tucked away in the woods. he'll huff as he starts to pepper his face with kisses, finally nipping at the stud in his earlobe. a shaky breath as his hands wrap around his shoulders, burying his face into his neck. "you already did that when you said you could take whatever you want," which made his dick twitch. ( yeah, he's not opening that door. he doesn't want to think why that's so hot to him. )
he'll nip at his neck before he coaxed out to look at him, eyes wide and doe like. "yeah, yeah. whatever--.." he'll wrinkle his nose, his face flushing more as his hand on the nape of gary's neck moves to latch into his hair, pulling slightly. ( even when he doesn't have control of the situation, he still tries. ) a shaky breath leaves him, sucking on his bottom lip as he nods his head slowly. "yeah--.. do what you want to me before i change my mind," before he gets wrapped up in his own head and gets anxious.
*takes a bite of my cigarette*...... heh. the character...... *walks into a small puddle but it swallows me up like the ocean* *i am found dead years later in maine*
âī¸ â Jay smirked. â Well, if you want my advice, the best way to kill someone is to not kill them at all. Kindness is the wrong weapon for the job, though. â His finger traced idly against the table, a spiteful edge to the curve of his mouth. â Whaddya know about petty warfare? â
mapplethorpe rolls his eyes. ( okay, captain obvious. ) though, he wasn't actually planning to kill anyone. he's still young, finishing up college. he's not going to write screenplays or comic books if he's in jail. ( but sometimes he wish he could. ) a smirk appears on his lightly freckled features, raising an eyebrow. "petty is my middle name, mate."
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"Fuuck, there you go baby, that's it," Gary murmurs once he's bottomed out inside of him. He does try to do so slowly. Gary meant it since he said it from the start- he doesn't want to hurt him. "That's my baby. So good at takin' this dick. Need you so bad. I love you so much." Gary peppers kisses across Mapplethorpe's neck, shoulder, collarbone, cheek while he showers him with praise. He feels a bit like he could cry if he let himself. Which he won't. But he had really, really, really underestimated just how much compartmentalizing he had done whilst living with the saviors. Wanting to escape from his little arrangement so that his body was just for Mapplethorpe's, the way that his is. Even though he's tried as hard as possible to keep Mapplethorpe in the dark about it. It's mainly for himself and his own knowledge.
But, fuck, Gary would already rather die than go back.
Gary props himself up a little bit to be able to look down at him when he starts to drag himself out and then back inside of Mapplethorpe for his hips to start to find a rhythm. "Fuck, I love you so much. I wish I could make you fuckin' know." He could, in theory. But that would require telling Mapplethorpe things about himself Gary plans on going to the grave with no one else finding out about. Even if that isn't necessarily up to Gary. "My fuckin' baby."
a loud whine bellows out from somewhere deep in his chest, his nails digging into gary's shoulders as he adjusts. ( it's not often that he isn't prepped unless it's high adrenaline like right now. ) his heart is still slamming against his chest, his breathing shallow as he adjusts to gary being inside him. ( the discomfort doesn't last long, not whenever he needs him so bad, not when he's praising him like that. ) his eyes squeeze shut, stray tears coating his eyelashes. he never asked about his arrangement with the saviors, but he could connect some dots. ( how else could he be so good at this? ) not to mention, marks left by someone else that wasn't him. he'd have to swallow his jealousy down. ( just because mapplethorpe was gary's little pet doesn't mean gary wasn't someone else's. )
a choked moan leaves mapplethorpe as gary props himself up, eyes half lidded but still glued to his face. his mouth falls open, his hand moving to the nape of gary's neck. ( his eyes close briefly as his body shutters, discomfort now mixing with pleasure. ) a whine leaves him, shifting his hips upwards to angle them. "i love you---..fuck! ah--.." his grasp on the back of his neck tightens, propping himself up on his elbow slightly so he can press his forehead against gary's. "faster. fuck me--..until my fuckin' brain shuts off!" his words come out louder than planned and as a whine. "need you--.."
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