#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 i’m going to avoid it online, being that this is my hobby. i wont reblog callouts, but will read them. i’ll only reblog if the person is incredibly dangerous to make my followers be aware. no gross behavior with minor muses, either, thanks. don’t be transphobic, genderbend, whitewash, don’t be a racist asshole, don’t support n*zi imagery, don’t be a fucking dickhead.
03. oooooh i do love shipping! though, i do prefer a little bit of plotting beforehand. i think it’s very important to build a relationship ooc as well. i’m more comfortable to ship if we talk a little ooc.
04. i’m billie! i’ve thirty four years old and i’ve been apart of the rpc since late 2010. i’m an old lady. i’ve 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 i’m 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. 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. 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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Gary feels stubbornly certain that it isn’t just because he hasn’t seen enough boys his own age in a long time that he thinks this one is one of the prettiest he’s ever seen. Not to mention he can keep up with him, which is even more important for Gary. If he was just nice to look at, then maybe Gary would get bored. But as it stands, his idea of the best possible day with him is listening to Mapplethorpe talk, and talk, and talk for hours, while Gary has his dick buried inside of him and just listens. And on top of everything, he has an accent. He wants to hear Mapplethorpe say every word he knows, and how it compares to his own pronunciation.
This answer is such a coincidence it’s almost slightly off putting. “Visiting family, huh? Imagine if we were, like… second cousins or somethin’?” he asks while he sits up enough to shrug off his flannel and toss his undershirt to the side on top of it. Despite how last time he’d all but made Mapplethorpe strip down completely, he himself had barely taken anything off. Seemingly his status as a savior wasn’t enough to combat the subconscious vulnerability of being in someone else’s home, unfamiliar to him. Though this is infinitely different, and he quickly pulls Mapplethorpe upright a bit, up against him tight to feel as much of him as possible.
“You really mean it? You missed me?” he asks, one hand sliding down to the small of Mapplethorpe's back. His chronic pursuit for approval and validation is showing, but he doesn't care. He wants, he needs, Mapplethorpe to want him.
mapplethorpe has met people his own age here and there. though, he tends to not necessarily get along with them--... or they'd end up, yanno--.... bit. a part of him feared that maybe he had some kind of curse. ( don't get close to landis, you'll get bit. ) though, this seems to be a made up anxiety in his own head. this guy seems to actually like him, right? he wants to be around him. he wants to hear him talk? ( he assumes so because he keeps asking him questions. ) though, he's finding it hard to think whenever suddenly, gary doesn't have a shirt on and he can feel his skin against his. ( he'll let out a breath, not realizing he had been holding it in. )
mapplethorpe can't help but scoff, rolling his eyes. "don't even joke about that. my dad is an american." well, at least--.... he lived in america after he left his mom. ( who knows how many kids he had. ) he doesn't like to think about that, especially right now whenever he's got a cute boy pressed up against him. his arms wrap around him before he moves one hand to run along gary's shoulder only to grab at gary's chest. ( what? he's always been a chest guy, no matter the gender. ) midnight blue eyes search gary's face carefully as he pulls away to look at him, giving a nod of his head.
"yeah, like--.... couldn't stop thinking about you." the words 'you were my first' seems to die on his tongue, which he was thankful of. his first kiss, his first blowjob. though, he wonders if gary picked up on that already with how quick he was to cum. "couldn't stop thinking about the cute boy who broke my nose and made me cum in a matter of a few hours--..."
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All Maia's hearing aids picked up was 'lecture' and 'bad', she didn't fully process what he was asking her, but she shook her head, her hands were shaking as they gripped her hair, but she lifted her head just enough to peak up at who was speaking to her. Her deep blue eyes were wet with tears, her breaths were quick and shakey, she needed to calm down. "Too much...suffocating," she whispered, she hated her voice, having only really learned to use it since being removed from the cult.
he can't help but feel like he may have said the wrong thing. he'll bring his cigarette up to his lips, raising an eyebrow. ( he hides his nerves from his face surprisingly well, or so he thinks. ) he'll move to crouch down, making sure to blow the smoke away from her as he tried to find something a little comforting. ( he's not good at this at all, you know. ) a heavy sigh, nodding his head. "yeah, that lecture was really suffocating." he'll snicker, rolling his eyes. "though, it's over now so--... let's stand up and move on, yeah?"
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i need to give my hand a rest from typing. uuuugh. how humbling to hurt your thumb so badly doing something miscellianous like trying to open up a salt shaker that wasn't meant to be open.
The look on Gary's face becomes increasingly pitiful- he's not a good liar either, nor does he have a lot of practice with forethought, so this does not fare well for him. "Fuck," he breathes out a little bit. At least he seems to be in good spirits about it- surely whatever he's been getting in trouble, the punishments must not be that bad, right? Yes, it's a weird place in the wilderness. But maybe it's not one of those weird wilderness places. The kind that parents pay to kidnap their kids.
But Gary's momentarily distracted by this internal downward spiral, his head spinning back to look at him, lightly hitting the side of Mapplethorpe's arm. "The photographer?" he asks, very surprised, a little incredulous. His Meemaw isn't crazy about nuns, after having some as teachers back when she was their age, but even she might take their side about this. Gary's never seen any of his work in person- but Mapplethorpe (not this one, his namesake) had been mentioned as both a friend and inspiration to another person whose work he has been able to see with his own eyes, and a curious google search when he got back home lead him down a four hour rabbit hole that ended with his hand in his pants. But that last detail is irrelevant, and not something he would like to think about while this boy that shares the same name is still closer to him than Gary is used to people being. "That's sick. Your mom sounds..." he briefly sucks on his teeth while he finds the right word. "Eclectic."
oh, he can watch the color drain from the pretty boy's face and the look of dread spread across his features. ( he can't help but feel a little bad, to be quite honest. ) especially since this poor kid probably has no idea what he's walked into. ( most of the kids would call it hell on earth. ) though, mapplethorpe would feel like it was his own personal hell. watching other peers leave whenever he was stuck there, more than often in solitary confinement which everyone at the camp fearfully called 'the hole'. the shirt on his back hid the scars from prior lashes. ( each lash was for each wrong doing. ) which could vary from passing notes to another boy at camp or adding bleach into someone's shampoo in the showers. ( idle hands are the devil's workshop. ) needless to say, felicity landis would never willingly send him to a place that would try to beat "sense" into her son. mapplethorpe knew that.
"yeah! the photographer. you know of him?" head tilts to the side, his arm quickly moving from gary's shoulder and quickly crossing against his own chest as his attention is taken away towards a group that walked by them. ( he's learned not to trust a lot of the other kids who wouldn't hesitate to throw him under the bus to keep in the counselors or nuns good graces. ) he'll turn his attention back over to gary, his voice dropping slightly. "you gotta watch out for some of the others, yeah? they'll throw you under the bus just to save their own skin," though, he'll return to brightly smiling, head tilting. "yeah, my mom is an artist!"
"not a good liar?" collie repeats as if that's a crazy statement. he didn't know a lot about mape not as much as he should anyways. so his mind filled in the gaps with assumptions and guesses. he had guessed that his friend would be at least a half decent liar. he doesn't ask what is supposed to come after the and. if he was supposed to know then he would be told if not, then he'd brush it off.
he sits up when the he's offered a change to touch mape's hair. he reaches out and gently grabs a curl. he springs it before smiling. "you're right very soft and very curly." he pauses for just a moment before he takes his hair out of the lazy bun he'd put it in. "wanna touch my hair? i try to keep it pretty soft."
listen, collie. there is a different between being hyperbolic and a good liar. yes, mapplethorpe could spin a tale faster than most, he could be overdramatic about his description of things--.... though, he couldn't lie to save his life. ( he never found lying to make much sense to him, preferring to be honest. ) he can't help but snicker whenever collie gently pulls at one of his curls, raising an eyebrow as he watches collie's hair cascade over his shoulders as he brings it out of the bun.
he'll pull himself up into a sitting position, fingers immediately running through his long hair. "god damn. you're like--.... a meremaid--... or, uh.... mereman." he'll snicker, shaking his head as a little blush spreads across his features. "you've done a good job is what i should have said,"
oliver chuckled a little at being called 'wild', shaking his head. "desperate, more like it .." he said with a shrug. oliver always brushed off any serious feelings about his trainee days and his struggles with .. anything. he didn’t tackle much of his past at all, actually.
by the time mapple got to oliver, he pulled the phone away and pushed ‘order’. sticking his tongue out playfully, he teased, “too slow!”
placing a hand over his chest when he was accused of being bad at mario cart, he feigned a hurt expression. “what the fuck? how dare you!” he said, trying to keep the bit up. “i just don’t like going around and around in circles,” he added before breaking and giggling a little.
“you can have yoshi as long as i get rosalina .. you better have her unlock, i swear to god,” he said, tucking his phone away and going to hand controllers to mapple with a grin. he was ecstatic.
a snort leaves the blonde whenever oliver calls himself desperate. ( though, he decides to drop it. ) mapplethorpe might not be great at reading the room but he does know whenever someone wants the conversation to go elsewhere. ( normally, mapplethorpe wouldn't listen but he does like oliver a lot, so he does. ) especially because oliver had ordered their food before mapplethorpe could yank the phone from his hand. ( now he has bigger fish to fry outside of oliver's idol days. )
he had every right to tackle oliver but then he's once again distracted by oliver's voice and the controller being handed to him. "pfft! whatever. of course i have rosalina unlocked. what do you take me for?" he'll roll his midnight blue eyes, leaning forward on the bed to hang off of it only to properly turn on his gaming system before he pulls himself back onto the bed with a grunt.
"and--.... mario kart isn't just going around in circles. it's like, a lot of different shapes--..."
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There was a long, drawn-out moment of silence as Matt took in and contemplated Mapplethorpe's statement.
Honestly? It made zero sense. Like... None at all. How could it? After all, Matt was currently staring at a very real, very much alive ( right? ) Mapplethorpe. Hadn't he just picked the other up and carried him around less than maybe ten minutes ago? How in the world would he have done that, if he was dead? ( Would it explain certain things that seemed off from time to time? Yeah, maybe. But Matt chose to ignore that part for his own sanity. )
Nah. He was trying to pull a fast one on him, or something. A prank. A stupid joke.
"Stop messing around," Matt finally sighed and shook his head, before sucking his teeth. "That shit isn't exactly funny. I mean death isn't a joke, trust me. There's nothing funny about it."
if it was possible for mapplethorpe to look even paler than he already was, he would have. ( taking as pale as a ghost to another level. ) he'll swallow thickly, his grasp on his jeans tightening until he's sure his black painted nails left crescent shaped marks on his skin through the material. ( he should have known that matt wouldn't believe him. ) even though almost everything he listed off seems like suspicious behavior, matt still wont take what he said seriously.
"i'm not messing around!" his voice is pleading, his eyebrows furrowing together as midnight blue eyes search matt's features. "i'm not fuckin' kidding, matt. i'm being serious. i'm dead. dead as a fuckin' doornail," a whine leaves him as his head falls back. "please just believe me,"
"if you want me to prove it to you, i'll prove it to you but you ain't gonna like it,"
Oh how Gary had forgotten Mapplethorpe’s unique ability to silence the self loathing voice inside his head. He’d forgotten how hard it is to not believe him when Mapplethorpe tells him sweet nothings. Hearing it in his voice, watching his face while he says it, and feeling their skin touching- it all makes Gary feel pretty. He moans around Mapplethorpe’s cock, his eyes briefly fluttering shut, and swallows him down until his forehead is pressed against Mapplethorpe’s stomach. The practice (and some advice from only the most trusted of confidants, excluding his most trusted of confidants because she's been forced to be more in the loop about their sex lives than she'd ever sign up for) definitely paid off, otherwise this could have suffocated him. Gary holds it as long as he can before he has to lean back, quickly gasping for air a few short times before he dives back in.
it's not often that mapplethorpe says the right words for the moment, but whenever it comes to gary? seems like it's easier than he thought. he knows how nerve wracking being with a partner can be. ( that voice in the back of your head screaming that you aren't good enough for them. ) mapplethorpe knew the voice all too well and knew what helped for him. seems the same thing helps for gary, which is quite the good thing. ( plus, it's nice to know his words can bring comfort for once. ) though, he means every fucking word. gary barkovich is the prettiest boy he's ever fucking seen. ( especially whenever he has his dick in his mouth. )
a pathetically loud moan, followed by a whine leaves him whenever gary moans around his cock, taking him down until his nose presses against his stomach. ( oh, his mouth felt so warm and wet. ) his lower lip trembles slightly, the grasp on gary's hair tightening as he does everything in his power not to move his head. "oh, fuck! you take me so well--..." yeah, he knows that gary has been practicing. he's never been able to take him all like this. gary pulls away to catch his breath, which mapplethorpe takes the time to do himself--... until gary is diving back him, causing his toes to curl and a loud, whiny moan to leave him. "baby, you're gonna make me cum if you keep doin' that!"
