#the stars walk backward art

[holyghostbelle]

STEVE HARRINGTON MUST DIE

Its been a year since someone spread a rumour to you school that you've sucked off half the football team in one night. one year of catcalls, one year of graffitied lockers and bullying, so when you find out his majesty king Steve is behind the rumour its time to take drastic action against him. King!Steve x reader

chapter one:

SLUT is written haphazardly across your locker, the sharpie is smeared unevenly and you spit into a tissue hopping it takes even a little bit of the black ink off, your going to kill who ever keeps doing this, your promise you will, well maybe not kill, maybe throw a milkshake over them or paint on their car. 

It's the fourth time this month and you grimace as the janitor moves you out the way  taking a jar of rubbing alcohol to remove the lovely compliment across your locker, at least it wasn't the sherbet candy like last time, poured in through the crack of the door with spray with perfume, all over your fucking shoes, they stuck the the ground for a week. 

Eddie leans across the locker next to you and smiles. “ they spelt it right this time” you smile remembering the backwards ‘s’ and extra ‘e’ 

“Idk i kinda like slute , felt french, come on freak were going to be late for art” 

“Okay wench” 

That's what you liked about Eddie, his light heartedness towards the shit you got from the cool preppy kids, it didn't matter if they insulted him or you for that matter, words were just words at the end of the day. But anything more and you'd both throw a punch for each other. 

You sit next to each other at the back of class and paint. Eddies drawing some kind of monster with a head and jaws unhinged a Demogorgan? You don't bother to learn the name, apart from the fact he is totally obsessed with Dungeons and Dragons. You usually gossip or talk about music, mainly the music for your band. “Satanic panic” formed after the christian hate of all things nerdy. 

Watched the exorcist movie? Liked a Metallica song? Took out a Stephen King novel from the library? Or do you carry a crystal around in your bag? Well bad news kids you're a satanist you've been possessed by the devil ! Come join the local gay hating church where we rid you of sins and put you in pressed yellow shirts and blue slacks, your sins will all be but forgotten!

“Are you coming to steves tonight?” Eddie grins, he shades in the mouth area as you collage words from the newspaper on to the cast of Baywatch. 

“Yeah of course! I love watching the popular kids get drunk and embarrass themselves” you look over to Tommy and Carol sitting at the table next to you, there with other kids you don't remember the names of carbon copies of whatever stars have been making the rounds on MTV. 

‘Ricks got the shit stuff in again but I'm gonna say it's skunk, you know ?” 

"Good idea, saving the good shit for us huh?” 

He laughs at you, and you gaze at the popular table, carols missing and then something splashes over the table and your hair is all wet , it drips off your face and stains your work and the table a dark red, you look up at her and she winces. 

“Oh I'm so sorry” she pouts and then laughter fills the room. Eddie looks at you with concern, gripping at your arm to stop you from throwing a punch, you wipe your hair and grasp at her shoulder  “it's okay i get it its a mistake” you smile and take your hand away leaving a red stain on her white cashmere jumper. 

‘Oh im so sorry” you fake wince as if you didn't mean too and then you stand. You tower over her by two inches in your boots smiling as you walk away. 

You roll your eyes in the corridor, going to your locker to grab an extra shirt. 

You blindly pull yourself into the bathroom and witness the mess your left with, dark paint water stains your face like blood, your hair is a sopping mess and the shirt you have on its covered in lumps of paint, you shed the shirt leaving it on the floor before rinsing your hair and face under the sink, then your grab some tissue and rub at your forehead where the acrylic has started to dry. The door swings open and foot steps approach you. 

“You're in the boys bathroom” 

You turn your head under the sink to look at whoever has approached, it's the almighty, King Steve . Your eyes widen and you glance over the urinals in the mirror. 

“Fuck” you squeeze the water out of your hair and rinse your hands quickly. Grabbing your shirt off the floor, you turn to exit. Steve grabs your arm and stops you. 

“You're not wearing a shirt,” he grins and you look down at your chest, lacy black bralette covering you. 

You look into his eyes as you shove the clean shirt on. He takes a piece of tissue and wipes the red from around your eyes. 

“your pretty when you're not being mean”

You snatch the tissue out of his hand and throw it in the bin as you swing the door open.

“Asswipe”

“Slut!” he shouts at you, as you flick the middle finger towards him.

“He's kinda an asshole” Eddie sips his beer, hand wet with condensation, the paper label is already peeling. 

“Who, Billy?” you gaze at the glorified Calvin Klein model of a high-schooler, his button up is undone and the crowd of girls are screaming as he does another body shot off sweaty tanned skin. He winks as he catches your gaze, licking his lips and gesturing  you over your face shrivels up in disgust , shaking your head a very clear no.

“No, Steve” he mutters.

And then you glance at  Steve. He leans over another senior high-schooler, glancing down into her eyes and you can tell that her legs are just about to wobble in anticipation. Her hair falls into her face and he pushes it behind her ear, calculated. She swoons and blushes hiding her face in her hands and then he pulls them away and says something. Whatever that is, it's enough because she's grasping at his striped shirt. Steve notices that he's being stared at and he meets your eyes, his hand waves and you scoff into your beer, eyes squinting. 

You tuck your now clean hair behind your ear, “He's a slut yeah, he's not as bad as the others.” Your head cocks to the side as you ponder. You're standing in Steve's house, against the white wall, eddies made about 200 hundred dollars in the past hour from selling coke and weed to the local crowd, he doesn't tell you this but he always sneaks a twenty into your pocket before you leave.

“He broke Jonathan's camera like last year.” 

“Okay but in his defence! I heard from Julie who heard from Carol that he was taking photos of that sophomore Nancy getting undressed, hiding in a bush”  

“He's a bully, he plays around with girls hearts and he only invites us because i sell drugs” 

“Okay so he's an asshole, but he's only ever called me a few names” you shrug sipping you beer as you look over to Eddie, his mohawk has nearly grown out from his punk stage and now he rocks a greasy mullet, his curls tucked behind his ears, you're happy you convinced him to not dye his hair pink, telling him he would get half as many girls as he already did, putting him into the negatives. 

Eddie’s head looks down, his hand bushing back the tiny curls around his forehead.“Oh fuck-okay! Please don't kill me” he put his hands up in defence.

“Spit it out Munson”

“He's the one that started to the rumour that you sucked off half the football team last year”

You clench your teeth, squinting at Eddie before hitting the upside of his head. 

“What the fuck Eddie you didnt think to tell me ? I was blaming Heather the whole time, I'm gonna go over there” your back parts the wall quickly in a fit of rage before Eddie's hand grabs your arm back and you meet the wall again.

“Don't fight him,Jesus!”

You clench your fists.

“Eddie, people still call me a slut, you know what happened today and I was told if I get one more mark on my locker I have to pay to get it painted over.” 

Eddie sighs, staring at you as his eyebrows raise. "starting a fight with Steves not even gonna work, he wouldn't hit you, you're a girl”

“But you could” you smile “He's put me through hell for a year, all because of a stupid rumour.”

“If i hit the guy i lose business, look don't do anything drastic, please”

You smile at Eddie, it's mischievous, the smile takes up your whole face, your eyes are alert and you laugh to yourself. 

“For fucks sake, Go on” he asks intrigued, eyes rolling.

“Okay, you make a bet with Steve"

“What bet?” 

“Something like, i won't date him or say i love you, and then he gains a guilty conscious and tells me it's all a bet because he really likes me, and i tell him oh i knew the whole time, and hes like devastated bcs i was in on it and i don't like him”

“All because he told the school you're a cocksucker, what if he tells you I made a bet?” 

You look at him in the eye and nod “for all the girls he's ever treated like shit Eddie, like really teach him a lesson, make that asshole think he can't do whatever he wants, you said it yourself, he's an asshole, besides he's not gonna tell me if there's something he can get out of it, Men like games” 

“That's horrid and insane.” he smiles.

“What can I say, I'm a feminist”

Eddie sighs, and then laughs, “okay” 

“Really? Oh my god, okay, I'm gonna go out for a joint, act really drunk tell him i hate him and then make the bet , and hit on the girl so she leaves or whatever”

Eddie slaps his face, shaking his hair and then chugs down the beer, he smiles and you watch him head over, you give Steve a dirty look, turn and head outside passing Billy's half naked body pouring shots. 

There's a slight chill in the air, it's not warm enough for people to get in the pool this time of year so you watch couples hunching together on lawn chairs with blankets wrapped around each other. You glance over your shoulder, seeing Eddie point at you through the glass doors and then you catch Steve's eye, you play it coy. Lighting your joint and looking him up and down. You face the pool again. Wrapping your bomber jacket around yourself as the wind hits your face. 

“Brought you a blanket.” you feel something get wrapped around your shoulders and you hide your smile. Looking up at Steve, he's just about six feet. 

“Thanks” you say nodding. Inhaling your joint and blowing the smoke out directly on his face. 

His eyes gaze up and down at yours and he leans against the wooden railing of the decking. 

“Parties huh.” he sighs looking off into the distance one hand smoothing his hair back.

There's a pause “Oh! You don't like them?” you ponder, eyebrows raising. You hear the beat of the Bangles behind you, and a smashing of glass.

“Not really, but you know, gotta make appearances.” he shrugs.

“This is your house, Steve, you invited everyone” you laugh.

He looks at you, head cocking to the side and then he grabs your hand, his thumb rubbing softly against your palm. “yeah” he bites his bottom lip. And you blink through your lashes at him. 

He takes your joint from your hand, breathing it in and then he just walks away. And you're utterly confused, you look at Eddie through the glass door who puts his hands up questioning and you shake your head confused eyebrows furrowed and robbed of half a joint, blanket hanging off your shoulder.

What the fuck.

“So I told him, you like to hate his guts” Eddie grunts, hand against the wheel of his beat up van, he inhales his cigarette and throws it out the window with ease “and he laughed like actually laughed and then said, No one hates me, this will be easy and I was like oh yeah wanna make a bet? and then he was like her?! Easiest three five of my life!" and then he left.” 

“Wow, Dick oh I can't wait to ruin his little life. Rich cunt” you smile as Eddie pulls into the trailer park, parking at his trailer. He looks at you, sprawled across the car seat, your legs pulled up on the chair to avoid getting beer and fast food all over your white shoes.

“Well, what did he say?”he asks.

‘Oh shit! yeah, urm he said he has to make appearances at parties” you bunny ear at the sentence, laughing “and then i was like Steve this is your house, and he grabbed my hand and looked me in the eyes for like a minute, stole my joint and just walked off ? I’m so confused” You push your hair back out your face, snatching your bag up from the seat. “can i stay over tonight i way too high to drive home” you ask. 

‘You know you don't have to ask, just be quiet, Wayne's sleeping.” he pats your thigh.

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[brabblesblog]

As if the gods made you to ruin me.

A little love letter for everyone who makes art for this vampire man.

Inspired by the Greek myth of Pygmalion and Galatea. First person POV. A sculptor confronts a piece of marble, and Astarion is their masterpiece. One-shot.

The idea of statues "breaking free" from the marble is taken from Michelangelo. This can be better seen in his Prisoners.

@spacebarbarianweird mentioned Pygmalion today, and this idea came to me.

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P.S. If my writing is something you're interested in, please consider my masterlist. I highly recommend beginning with the 'Whither' series. Thank you<3

The finest, purest white marble. I stare at it, unsure, trying to parse out the figure trapped in the block for me to release. An elf, I think, my hands reaching out in front of me, imagining where the curves would be. Curls, long and growing over his ears. A sharp jaw, strong and yet delicate.

I pick up my tools, and begin my work.

It’s almost as if I’m not in control of my creation. My hands work of their own accord, carving in features that genuinely surprise me and were probably not what I would have preferred, but the longer I look, the more it seems right.

It has deep, piercing eyes, with crow’s feet. I find myself staring at it at times during breaks. It looks like it’s trying to escape its stony prison, emerging from the formless block. Its expression is poignant, as if it was lost in thought.

Smile lines? I draw backwards and away from the sculpture, frowning myself. It gave the man a look of maturity even though it was youthful. Together with the smile lines and the subtle wrinkles on its face, it seemed as if the man had lived a harrowing life before being trapped in the rock for me to uncover.

And yet, it was beautiful. There was something ethereal in the way it gazed out into space and pondered nothing.

I keep up the work. I feel myself slowly getting absorbed by it. The compulsion to keep going is overwhelming, and unlike any other. I don’t eat other than the bare minimum. I don’t leave my room unless necessary. I don’t think of much else other than what part of him to carve next.

It - no - he consumes my thoughts. In the day I carve and release him from his marble prison. At night I dream of him. Of his face, of his delicate hands, of his lithe body. I dream, I wish, and I long.

He is my finest work, the star amongst my oeuvre. My patrons are forgotten, their commissions delayed. Their ire is nothing to me. There is only him.

Astarion.

The name, his name, comes to me in a fever dream. He reaches out to me, and I ask him what he would want to be called.

A frown crosses those features, and I want more than anything to press my lips to his forehead and smooth the furrows on his brow. I watch him open his mouth, and it surprises me to see fangs.

“Astarion,” he says, and his voice catches me by surprise. There is a slight nasal timbre to it, and a drawl, almost a purr, at the end.

I snap awake, staring at the marble statue. He is looking at a spot about a meter away from where I am right now, the moonlight streaming through the window illuminating his ivory skin.

Ivory. Color. I remember now. His eyes were crimson, his hair white as snow. Features I had never imagined, the medium of my work limiting me from even considering anything regarding complexion. However, the stone was a close match to his skin in my dreams - a white so smooth it was almost pearlescent.

A vampire, I realize, as I remember one more thing: the scars on his neck. I pick up my chisel and walk over to the marble, my hands searching for the spot I remember from my dreams.

I carve, and it is perfect.

I wonder who he is, and what he’s done in his life. I am almost done freeing him, the stone block now only at his knees. I work on his genitals, shaping them as best as I can. I carve out a vein, which I would imagine to be of a bluish tint.

His body is beautiful, and I step back to admire it. Muscular, but not too large. Delicate, long limbs, the marble’s natural veins adding to the illusion of an actual circulatory system. Fingers that would make a pianist weep. Strong legs, with subtle thigh musculature.

He is full of contradictions. Masculine, and yet feminine, his hands on the delicate tilt of his hips. Youthful, and yet his face belies a strange maturity and melancholy. So real to me, and yet here he is, just the work of my hands and my overactive imagination.

I am enthralled.

I do not put him on display once he is done. I don’t sell him. He stays in my room, taking up valuable working space. I do not care.

He is my muse. I talk to him, argue with him, ask him for his thoughts. There is no response, no more dreams.

I weep. I mourn for something that never was. I seek company in lonely taverns, for warm bodies to lose myself in. It is never enough. It is not even close.

I cover him in a sheet. I don’t want to see him, to be reminded of what I so desperately need and can never have.

I try, so damn hard, to forget.

“You ruined my life!” I scream to no one in particular, to him. I am unable to work, my patrons having moved on to more productive artists. I want to throw my chisels at him, to topple him over and ruin him, as he had ruined me. But I cannot.

I rip off the sheets, staring at that face that had burrowed so deeply into my psyche, and I give in and move to press my lips against it. I close my eyes.

The lips that meet mine are cold - but not stone-cold - and soft. I feel hands move to wrap around my waist, tugging me close. I instinctively move my hands up over his head, and feel hair against my fingers - curly, fine strands that flow against my fingers like silk.

A very good illusion from my mind, I gather. As I pull away I force my eyes to open. Crimson ones meet me, and those smile lines crinkle as he grins.

“Hello, darling,” he breathes.

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[frenchkisstheabyss]

♡ ａｔｏｍｉｃ ｂｌｏｎｄｅ♡

♡ Pairing: boyfriend!mingi x chubby!fem!reader

♡ Summary: Comforting your boyfriend after he gets a new look gets you into trouble but the good kind.

♡ Genre: smut w/ a dash of fluff

♡ Word Count: 1.4kish

♡ Warnings: oral sex (m & f receiving), unprotected sex (ya'll know better), creampie, a lil spanking, scratching, nibbling, some rough play (nothing major), pet names (baby, my girl, etc).

♡ A/N: Mingi's wrecking me and I am not okay. Just FYI.

@anyamaris save me from myself

“You hate it” Mingi sighs, staring at his choppy blonde hair in the mirror. It had been a spur-of-the-moment decision to take a pair of scissors to his hair. He had no plan going into it. Only that he needed to do something…anything…different to get out of his own head. But you can see it all over his face that he's second-guessing it. Stepping into the bathroom, you dodge the clumps of fire-red hair scattered across the tiles, to get a closer look at your boyfriend’s new hair. “I love it” you smile sweetly, rocking back and forth on the balls of your feet.

Mingi watches you in the mirror for a moment, skeptical. He tousles his hair, trying and failing to style it. “It’s okay. You don’t have to lie.” You grab his arm, turning him to face you. “Hey, look at me,” you say, momentarily losing yourself in those gorgeous pools of sable he calls eyes, “When have I ever lied to you?” Mingi cracks a faint smile, his lips pressed together to keep him from full-on cheesing. “Never.” You play with his hair a bit, gathering them into small spikes. “Exactly. I think it looks pretty hot. I’d definitely throw my panties at you.” 

Your comment gets a laugh out of him precisely as you intended. All you ever want to do is see that adorable smile of his. It’s your favorite thing in the world. Sometimes Mingi gets down on himself, wondering if he is, in fact, good enough in one way or another. When you feel that way, doubt weighing heavy on your shoulders, he makes sure to remind you how special you are. “Yesterday, today, and tomorrow” he likes to say. A small reminder that you were, are, and always will be perfect in his eyes.

Pinching his cheeks, you plant a quick kiss on his peachy lips. “Yesterday, today, and tomorrow, remember?” Mingi nods, feeling all of the blood rush to his cheeks. He turns back to the sink, rubbing his cheeks to chase that rosy hue away. “Anyway…” he mumbles, shifting his focus to cleaning up his mess. “Anyway?” you scoff, rolling your eyes, “I’m glad we could have such a touching conversation. I have to get started on dinner. I’m out of here.” You walk off with your arms folded across your chest and your nose in the air. As fake offended as a girl could ever be.

You make it a few steps down the hall before Mingi’s behind you, his arms around your chubby figure as he trails kisses along your neck. “What was that you were saying about throwing your panties at me?” You giggle, your body wriggling against his, “That’s what you got out of what I said? Really?” You never wear pants around the house, a habit he’s grateful for when he easily squeezes your fluffy thighs. It tickles enough that you twist away from him, stumbling backward. “Mingi…I have things to do!” He raises an eyebrow at you, taking one step forward for each one you take back.

“So do I.” “Aah!” you squeal, being pulled into an intoxicating kiss. Even with your eyes closed, paralyzed by the artful way his tongue dances with yours, you’re seeing stars. Holding you firmly by the hips, he guides you into the bedroom without even looking. Your shirt’s being pulled up over your head before you make it through the doorway with his following right behind. When he gets like this he has a one-track mind. Nothing else matters. He only wants one thing and it’s you. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, you run a hand across his lean chest, the other palming his thick bulge through those godforsaken gray sweatpants.

An invention by the devil if there ever was one. Mingi’s knees nearly buckle from the unexpected friction. Each time you brush your palm against him he gets harder and the warmth between your legs intensifies. By the time his sweatpants are at his ankles, his leaking tip on your tongue, he’s throbbing. Placing your tongue on the underside of his head, you lick upward, collecting his precum on your tongue. Mingi pets your cheek, watching intently as you take him into your mouth, your warm, tight lips hugging his length with no room to spare. “So…fucking…beautiful,” he says, each word broken by the flutter of your cheeks.

There’s something about feeling the pulsing veins of his cock through your cheek, your head rocking back and forth, that he can never get enough of. You gag the tiniest bit when he hits the back of your throat, knowing how insane it drives him when you take more than you can handle. He can already sense that familiar feeling prickling in his stomach. Shit, why were you so good at this? Mingi grabs you by the neck, not too hard, just enough to rip himself from your mouth with a wet suctioning noise. You look up at him so innocently, proud of being able to push him to the brink that quickly.

“Bend over” he commands, your gentle giant replaced with something more domineering. You slide back on the bed, spreading your legs to expose your moisture. “Only if you say please.” Without a word, he reaches out to stroke your clit through the thin lace. Your breaths grow shallow when his fingers push the fabric to the side, sinking into you until his knuckles are flush against you. “Please” he whispers, rotating his wrist at just the right angle to have you pushing against him for more only to snatch his fingers away, “Pretty…pretty…please”. “Mmhmm” you whine, tossing your panties behind you and getting on all fours.

This view of you is so tempting. That juicy ass of yours sticking out. Your pussy so wet and desperate to take him. Taking a deep breath, he gets his head together. Not yet. A marvelous sting radiates through your body when he palms your ass with a slap, pushing you forward to lap at your entrance. “Mingi, fuck, yes” you’re moaning and he’s thrusting his tongue into you. He brings his fingers back up to massage between your petal-soft folds. Each time your body quivers, pert nipples dragging against the bed heightening your pleasure, it only deepens his hunger for you. The way he’s devouring you, drinking you down like a man who hasn’t had water in days, has you screaming every filthy word you know into the sheets.

Shit. Fuck. Goddamn it. Motherfucker. “Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me” you cry out, nearly throwing a tantrum, an explosion brewing in your core. You feel his husky laugh vibrate against you. “What was that?” he taunts, flipping you onto your back and climbing on top of you. You lick yourself off of his lips, dragging him into a kiss. “Fuck…me” you moan down his throat. He drives into you, your body immediately erupting into shivers as your walls clamp around him. Your world's shattering. Your heart's racing. Is he trying to kill me? The room’s spinning. You’re lightheaded. I might be dying. Worth it.  

“Is my girl gonna cum for me?” he’s almost singing, nibbling at your bottom lip. Your nails digging into his back is as close to an answer as he’s gonna get and it’s enough for his motions to grow harsher. Your ears are ringing, eyes rolling to the back of your head. Such a mess you’re making creaming all over him like this. “That’s it, baby. Mmm” he coos, keeping his pace even as the overstimulation tears you apart, but that doesn’t last long. Soon his motor skills go to hell and he’s pouring into you, whispering praises into your cleavage.

Your bodies go limp together, your muscles as strong as a pot of boiled spaghetti. Mingi flops down beside you, struggling to catch his breath. Out of the corner of your eye, you see your panties near your head. You pick them up, throwing them on his head. “There, I threw my panties at you.” “I’ll…treasure…these…forever” he pants, twirling them around his finger. You cozy up to him, resting your head on his chest. “You know, that’d be a nice color on you.” “Hmm?” You gesture towards your panties, “The pink.” Mingi stares at them, weighing his options. “Pink” he sighs, kissing you on the bridge of your nose, “I like it.”

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[itsabouttimex2]

How would the platonic yandere Demon Bull Family react to a reader who, unlike Redson, did not grow up with a strong connection to the family or love for them? reader can be loyal to them but usually acts indifferently when it comes to "family love" and sometimes refuses to call Princess Iron Fan "mother" and Demon Bull King "father" but instead calling them "king" and "queen" would also be the same thing to Redson, with respect but like the others two doesn't want to call him "brother"

Fiery Reunion: Part One

(Part One) (Part Two)

“This is your father,” Princess Iron Fan says to you, her voice thick with devotion and love. “Restored to us after centuries of oblivion. How long I have waited for this moment…”

That’s right. It has been a long time, hasn’t it? For all your life, your mother and brother have had one single motivation pushing them forward- find a way to save your father.

Technically, you could say that your goal was one and the same. You’ve been helping them all throughout your life, after all. But even though you’ve shared centuries with them, fighting for the very same man…

You just can’t bring yourself to be as passionate about saving him as they are.

“This is your father,” Princess Iron Fan has to say, because you were barely beyond infancy when he rose against Sun Wukong and was struck down and buried under a mountain for his crimes.

You’re sat on the ground, staring up at him with wide eyes. After having stumbled backwards and fallen to the floor in surprise and fear at the sight of him, you now stay there, gaping at the tremendous demon before you.

Your father, the terrifying Demon Bull King casts a hard gaze to your cowering form, raising an eyebrow.

“So the youngest of my children… has grown up. I had assumed the worst when I did not see them at my prison. Tell me, my love- have they become a powerful warrior for the Bull clan?”

He’s talking like you aren’t even here. Maybe that’s to be expected, given that you were barely a toddler when he was imprisoned and sealed away for hundreds of years. It’s not like he’s ever spoken to you.

Maybe it’s fitting punishment for not remembering the man your mother and brother adore. No matter how unreasonable the feeling is, you can’t stop hating yourself for something so far beyond your control.

“My love, Y/N is a skilled alchemist… they’ve proven their worth many times over. I’ve brought them here to restore your broken horn- and the rest of your body, while they’re at it.” She turns to you, her gaze growing determined. “I will have a troop of Bull Clones assigned to your command. Use them to procure whatever you need to create-“

“That’s alright,” you say quite confidently, interrupting her. “I have all I need to restore him to full health. I’ll only need two, to help me with my cauldron.”

The irritation from being interrupted by one of her children quickly dissipates, her creased brow and frown replaced with a satisfied smirk.

“Wonderful,” she breathes out, grinning from ear to ear. “I’ll leave you to it then.”

You politely bow to her, then to your father.

“If you would follow me, my king?”

He pauses to raise an eyebrow at how you’ve addressed him, but shrugs it off and walks along after you.

(He’s your father, he wants to say. He didn’t come back after hundreds of years to be addressed so formally/coldly by his own flesh and blood. But he’ll let it slide… you just need some time to adjust, perhaps.)

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“A room dedicated to the alchemical arts, I see… and you’ve quite the collection of rare and valuable specimens. Then you will be able to restore me in short order, I take it?”

You reach out to reposition a small pot of glowing crimson star-shaped flowers, shifting it out of the way and leading your father deeper into your room. Two Bull Clones stand uniformly still against the back wall, ready to assist at a moments notice. Really, you only use them when you need a cauldron continuously stirred or heavy ingredients relocated. If you need petals plucked or seeds stripped, you do that delicate work with your own two hands.

“I have dedicated myself to the herbal arts. With the right supplies, there is little I cannot do, my king.”

“Good. It seems you have grown useful in my absence, little one.”

You briefly stagger at his words, unfamiliar to your ears and so, so very strange to hear.

Promptly you compose yourself and grab a well-worn ladder, leaning it against one of your many shelves. Before you can start to climb it, DBK reaches up to grab the glass canister you need. After lifting it close to his eye for examination, he holds it just out of your reach.

“What do you need lotus seed oil for? How will this restore my body to health?”

(And is it dangerous for you? He might just have to take a look through this room of your and confiscate anything you could hurt yourself with.)

“My king, the oil is merely a catalyst- it will allow my other ingredients to mix together properly without interfering with the alchemical process they’ll undergo.”

He allows you to have the canister, watching as you pour nearly a gallon of the oil into an ancient cauldron, emblazoned with glowing sigils. You keep a firm grip on the delicate glass, holding it firmly and slowly pouring the oil-

Then the door to your room opens with a slam, Red Son’s foot leaving a notable crack running through it.

You drop the canister in shock, flooding the cauldron with far more oil than any recipe would need. Grabbing a clean rag in a huff, you turn and shoot him a displeased look, just in time for to see him lunging for you.

He snags you by the shoulders and shakes you back and forth as he yells, “Have your brains taken a vacation, Y/N?! You aren’t supposed to work alone! You know that you’re not allowed to play with your little cauldron if mother or I aren’t with you!”

You push his hands away, pointing up at your father to prove that you aren’t alone in here, that you aren’t breaking any of the frankly unnecessary rules set that he and your mother have set into place for you.

He takes one look at your father, the goes right back to yelling at you for not telling him you’d be using the cauldron anyways.

(A nostalgic pang resounds in Demon Bull King’s chest as he watches the two of you squabble. Before he had been sealed away, you and your brother had been a child and young teen respectively. He had missed so much…)

When he snaps back to his senses, you are on your knees, carefully ladling the excess oil back into the now slippery glass container you had fished out of the cauldron with a rag. Red Son stands over you, frowning as you do.

“Why don’t you just get a Bull Clone to do this for you, Y/N? Even they could do it more efficiently. And you’d be able to prepare more of the elixir-“

“I hate to be disrespectful, my prin-“

“Brother,” he seethes, dark and low. “I am your brother, do you understand me?”

“Y-yes, brother.”

“Now, explain yourself… and do it clearly, little sibling. I don’t have time for any nonsense.”

“The Bull Clones don’t have the precision or gentle touch required to handle my plants and containers. Last time I tried to set them to such a task, I had to relegate them to sweeping up glass instead.”

“Tsk. I’ll make some minute adjustments on two or three of them for you. Perhaps reduce their grip strength and increase their joint dexterity… don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone, Y/N.”

Red Son turns and leaves, and to your surprise, your father goes with him, leaving you alone to finish your work.

Just barely, you hear your father’s voice from the hall, low and hushed.

“You seem… to be quite ‘adept’ with your sibling.”

Somehow, you feel that this doesn’t bode well for the future.

#Platonic Yandere #Yandere Lego Monkie Kid #Yandere LMK #Yandere Demon Bull King #Demon Bull King #Yandere Princess Iron Fan #Princess Iron Fan #Yandere Red Son #Red Son #Yandere Father #Yandere Mother #Yandere Brother #Edited #Fixed the second to last line to be more in character

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The Kingdom of Wishes- A “Wish” Rewrite

Chapter 14- I Will Protect You

Chapter 13

"I WHAT?!" Aster exclaims, almost falling backwards from the log he was sitting on. His animation becomes more sketchy and unfinished looking.

"Umm "In love", come on, don't tell me this is one of the things you don't know yet" Hal says with a smile and one eyebrow raised.

"I- I know what it means but- Where did THAT come from? hah ha" The star asks nervously, genuinely not understanding what she's talking about.

"I mean... It's pretty obvious" Dahlia comes in and starts listing all the evidence "From the way you two talk to each other, to how you blush whenever she holds your hand, and how she laughs about pretty much everything you say, I could go on all day, point is that the signs are all there." She explains casually.

Aster's eyes widen "THAT'S what being in love is??? No- no way! I can't be in love, that's... A HUMAN THING. Wishing stars don't fall in love... Do we?"Aster asks now looking up to the sky... No answer, the stars are dead silent, but not because they didn't listen, they just don't want to get involved for now.

Hal smiles with confusion in her eyes, seeing the boy just stare to the sky all of the sudden sure feels quite weird, but she just continues saying "We may not know anything about wishing stars, buuut we know our girl Asha, and it's pretty obvious at least she loves you." She says booping Aster's nose cheerfully.

Aster's turn to look at her slowly "... You think Asha loves me?" The star is stunned, as his mind starts racing, realizing what this means "... Oh... Oh this is-"

Bazeema has both hands on her cheeks as she says in a dreamy sigh "The most romantic thing in the wor-"

Aster has both hands on his head as he says in a panicked voice "Terrible!"

(This image doesn’t really have anything to do with this scene other than it taking place in a forest, but I had to include it in this rewrite cause OH MY GOSH DO YOU SEE HOW PRETTY THIS CONCEPT ART IS?!? AAAAAAH)

"Huh?? How's that terrible?!" Hal asks, now almost looking angry at the star.

Aster starts floating in the air, "Walking" back and forth "If Asha is in love with me an-and I'm in love with her then... She's gonna be heartbroken!" The star looks absolutely horrified with this discovery.

Gabo throws his head back and laughs at that before saying "WOOOW look at you, cape! Already dreading the eventual break up before even asking her out?" Gabo sounds almost proud "Maybe my pessimism is finally rubbing off on him" He whispers to Dario.

"NO nonono! The problem is... I can't STAY here!" They explain, sounding more and more distressed "Once we defeat Magnifico and save Rosas, Asha's wish will come true! And then I'll HAVE to go!"

"Well, here's a thought then: Fight the system." Gabo says with a mischievous look, like he's trying to influence the pure star to go to the "dark side" "Rules are made to be broken. What's the worse that could happen if you don't go back to the sky, hum?"

"I would cease to exist." Aster mutters quietly, still pacing around while flying.

"... Oh..." Gabo says in a deadpan manner "So we have a Romeo and Juliet scenario on our hands" The teen says with a hand on his chin.

"Indeed, it's a tale of forbidden love." Bazeema chimes in, both hands in her heart as she sighs like a hopeless romantic.

Gabo looks at her with a bored expression and says "I meant how they both die in the en-"

Dahlia interrupts him "Okay okay let me see if I understand" She pulls Aster down by his cape for him to sit next to her "After her wish is granted you'll have to leave, and you can't come back? Ever?"

"Yup!" The star blurts out, as he begins to speak quickly "So it's best to just deny these feelings and never let Asha find out, so her heart isn't crushed into a million pieces later, right?" He asks them with a forced smile, hoping they all agree.

"... Wrong" Hal says with her arms crossed "Aster, I get where you're coming from, but do you realize that if you don't tell her, and just leave... You two might spend your whole lives regretting not saying anything?" She asks the star with sadness in her eyes, but then she shakes off the feeling and add one last comment with a sassy smile "And I'm guessing the lifetime of a star is preeetty long, ain't it?"

"... You have no idea." Aster says while looking at nothing with a distant expression... For the first time realizing he's gonna outlive Asha by billions of years. The star looks at all the teens worriedly and asks "But if I tell her, then... Won't she feel even more hurt when I have to leave?"

"Most likely, yes." Bazeema confirms quietly, looking at Aster with a kind smile "But I think, if you two won't see each other ever again, then you should enjoy every moment together like it's your last." The star's eyes widen, not because the quiet girl is speaking more than usual but because those words hit him deeply with a realization, Bazeema continues with her quiet voice full of passion "Then maybe, it won't hurt as much when you go back to the sky and she stays down here, because at least you'll both know you had love... And that love will continue, even at a distance..."

Gabo moves slightly away from Bazeema like he's scared of her "Aight' who are you and where's Bazeema? She never spoken more than two lines in her life."

Bazeema realizes for how long she has been talking and that everyone is staring at her, she blushes and covers her cheeks in embarrassment "O-oh goodness, I didn't realize I was rambling, I'm so sorry."

"No, you're right." Aster says while getting up from the log he was sitting on "I'm gonna tell her." The star is back to his cheerful and confident self, as he starts making his way to where Asha went "I may not be able to spend my life with her, but I'll love her in our last few hours together just as much as I'd love her in a life time!"

Most of the teens cheer him on as he leaves, except for Simon who has just been staring this all play out while eating his soup, with a face of someone who regrets all his life choices... Oh and also Gabo stops cheering to give one last comment:

"Sure thing lover boy, but umm remember we can't have you two kissing and saving the kingdom at the same time, and we're gonna start the plan in a few minutes so-"

Aster is already marching through the forest as he shouts back to Gabo with an ever so slightly irritated tone "I'll love her in these next few MINUTES just as much as I'd love her in a life time!"

Gabo looks pleased because he has been trying to mess with the star's seemingly infinite patience the whole day, just for fun.

All the teens now are staring at each other in awkward silence, Dahlia notices and closes her eyes with a sigh

"... *sigh*... Do you guys wanna go and wa-" She hear the sound of footsteps and when she opens her eyes again, all of her friends are gone "Watch?... Heh heh Asha, you really can't get a moment of peace, can you?" She says while getting up with her crutch, to follow them, and watch how this will play out.

We cut to Asha sitting by the river, trying to draw herself while looking at her reflection. By her side there's a black and white, hand drawn candle lantern that actually emits light. There's also some fireflies flying around the proximity of the river.

Aster comes from behind a tree and takes a deep breath (even though he doesn't breathe) and starts flying to where she is.

Asha has her back turned to him, but she can see Aster's light approaching her, so she turns to look over her shoulder with a smile.

"Hey Aster! Great timing, I was just gonna ask you to come here" Asha taps on the floor next to her to signal that she wants Aster to sit with her

"Really? Well uh... Here I am hehe" Aster does so, they float down and sit next to Asha with his legs crossed "Do you need help with anything?"

"I could use some extra light. This lantern I made is great but your hair is waaay better" She says while placing her sketchbook on Aster's leg, so she can better see her drawings thanks to the light coming from his hair. She was gonna start drawing more but instead she gets distracted and talks with Aster excitedly "Also, I gotta say, it's amazing that my pencil can actually create FIRE! This is gonna be so useful when we're breaking in the castle. If any door is locked I can just burn them, or maybe I could create a giant hammer, or or... You know?! Anything!" She smiles widely at the star, not able to contain her joy, thinking about all the possibilities.

Aster looks at her with that same dreamy look he had at the campfire, admiring how she's just so full of life and hope.

"Yeah, I know, I'm glad you liked it" He says with a smile, Aster is now looking at the water, trying to think on what to say... Should he just say "I love you" out of the blue?... That doesn't feel right. So instead he just expresses how he wishes he could be there to... Protect her "I really wish I could go in there with you all, make sure you're safe"

Asha gives him a bittersweet smile as she explains "I know, but we've talked about this: you gotta distract Magnifico here in the forest and break his staff, while we'll get in the castle, fight the queen, and free all the wishes, so you can un-curse them and give them back to everyone."

(That's it, that's their plan! Will it work? whOoOoOOo KoOoWsSs? Oh wait, I know, hehehehe)

Aster looks at her worriedly "Are you suuuure you guys can handle Amaya on your own though?"

Asha chuckles with the question "It'll be eight teens vs one lady with no powers, if anything you should feel sorry for her haha" She laughs a bit, but then her face turns just as worried as Aster's was, as she thinks for a moment and says "But, you'll be on your own... Are you SURE you can fight Magnifico this time?" She asks him looking at him in the eyes.

Now Aster is the one who holds his laughter "Pfft you mean on my own + all the plants and wild life as my army? I'll manage." Aster says confidently, but then he notices the concern in Asha's expression, so he tells her more reassuringly "Hey, I'll be careful. He won't catch me this time, I promise."

Asha smiles as she holds his hand tightly "I know, I trust you."

Aster's freckles start sparkling and his hair shines brighter with that, they hold her hand back.

Asha also seems to be blushing as she holds his hand

The 7 teens are in the background watching everything with an expecting look, just waiting for Aster to make his move.

Aster notices them staring from the corner of his eye, Asha doesn't though.

The two of them break eye contact as Asha looks back to her sketchbook, while Aster looks at the impatient teens with an angry expression that screams "IM GETTING TO IT! LEAVE ME ALONE!"

The two teens take a deep breath and... They speak the same thing at the same time:

"... I wanted to tell you something-"

The two look surprised. Asha giggles a little as she says:

"Heh heh- okay you first-"

"No! no no no please, you go first!" Aster says, because he's honestly not ready to say it yet.

Asha takes a deep breath as she flips the pages of her sketchbook "Okay... This is gonna sound really out of nowhere but umm..." She stops in a page and takes out of the book... A sword "Wanna practice sword fighting with me?" She asks with an awkward smile.

... That's not what Aster nor the teens watching this behind the bushes expected at all...

Aster looks at the hand drawn sword and then back to Asha with a confused smile "... Eh?"

Asha lowers the sword "I know, I know, kinda last minute. But I just had the best idea!" She get's up and starts to explain while walking around with the sword in her hand "Your magic can't hurt me, and my magic can't hurt you, soooo we are perfect dueling partners to practice, don't you think?"

Aster understands now, she wants to be ready to fight the guards in case they are spotted by any... or even the royals.

"I don't remember sword fighting being part of the plan." Aster notes with a cheeky smile.

"It's not, it's just my own idea, call it a plan C" She says while looking at the sword she drew proudly.

"Sooo are you "planning" to make extra plans from A to Z? heheh" Aster jokes, still sitting down next to the river, looking up to her.

"You know, I actually might. Better be safe than sorry." She says, her smile falters a little, with her eyes revealing that she still has some doubts "I just... I gotta be ready for anything they might throw at us. I want to make sure I can protect my friends... Protect you." She tells Aster like she's letting out something that has eating her up inside.

Aster eyes sparkle with those last two words, since that's the same thing he wanted to say.

"... Well then..." Aster begins to talk with his eyes closed, reaching for something behind his back- "En garde!" He quickly creates a sword made of star dust while she wasn't looking.

The sword hits Asha, and just like how it went when Aster tried to use this trick against Magnifico during their fight in the storm, Asha starts laughing, feeling a sense of joy overtake her.

"Hhahahaahha" She laughs, hugging her sides as Aster get's up, standing in a fighting position holding his own sword "Hey! I wasn't ready!"

"Expect the unexpected, now come on! And don't you dare go easy on me!" He says spinning his sword with a confident look.

"Funny, I was gonna say the same thing!" Asha exclaims with a daring smile.

The two of them duel together around the clearing near the river, snickering the whole way through. Asha lands some hits on Aster, slicing his body made of star dust, but he immediately gets back together with every attack.

When Aster's sword hits Asha, all it does is make her chuckle a little, but she's landing a lot more hits than the star.

The 7 teens are watching all of this in the background, both surprised and endeared by the sight, that's definitely not where none of them expected this would go... But it is kinda romantic in a weird way.

"You're actually pretty good at this!" Aster comments as they're now both looking at each other in the eyes, with their swords pressed against one another

"Thanks! you too... But could be better tho." Asha says with a confident smirk "Good thing I'll be the one actually sword fighting hehe" She teases him

The star makes mocking shocked face "*Gaaaasp* Ooooh you did not! Alright, you asked for it!"

Aster summons a bunch of swords around Asha and makes all of them hit her at the same time, creating a huge cloud of star dust around them

Asha can only laugh as she falls on the grass

"Hhahaaahahah hey no fair!" Asha exclaims while laying on the grass

Aster is now floating with his face close to her's "Thought you said I shouldn't go easy on youuu" They smile playfully

Asha pulls him down by the cape and the two roll around the grass like two kids playing fighting, not even realizing that they're hugging. They both laugh the whole way through.

After calming down, they both lay next to each other and look up at the stars.

"So... Feeling more prepared?" Aster asks while still looking up

"Yeah, I think I can take 'em." She says, feeling reassured "*sigh* I just can't wait for all of this to be over." Her voice is full of hope.

Aster's smile slowly dissolves into a frown as he remembers he'll have to leave once it IS all over.

"... Um-hum, me too... Can't wait." They say, trying to hide their inner turmoil

Asha turns to the star with a curious smile "Ok, now's your turn."

Aster looks at her confused "Huh?"

"You said you had something to tell me, didn't you?" Asha asks, laying down on the grass next to the star

"O-Oh right! heh hehe... Umm" Aster quickly realizes he has no idea how to tell her. The star just begins blabbering nonsense without even realizing " Sooo uh I wanted to tell you- I mean- I actually didn't wanna tell you at first- Bu-but I have to t-tell you while we still have time that I... UUUH... I... I think I am- Ya know?"

Aster.exe stops working while Asha just stares at him in amusement, she never seen him acting like this before.

From the bushes where the seven teens are hiding comes Hal's voice shouting:

"Oh come on! JUST KISS THE GIRL ALREADY!"

(Shout out to @wings-of-sapphire who asked for a Kiss The Girl reference)

Aster discretely uses his magic to make several trees instantly grow in front of where the teens are hiding, creating a wall of trees, Asha doesn't notice as she sits up from the ground and looks back.

"What was that?" She looks around confused, but all she sees behind her are trees

"T-the wind, probably! heheh" Aster stammers out nervously.

Asha get's up and starts walking away from Aster "The other's may be calling us, I think we sho-"

"Asha wait!" Aster quickly gets up and grabs her hand, she looks back at him confused, but wanting to listen. Aster can only sigh as he explains frustrated " I just... I just have SO MUCH to tell you, and I don't know how to put it into words"

Asha holds his hand closely as she says "That's... Pretty unlike you. You've always been good at explaining what's on your mind" It sounds like that's something she admires about him.

"Yeah, but this is coming from somewhere else though." Aster tells her while placing his hand on his chest...

Asha's eyes light up in surprise, like she finally starts to realize what Aster is trying to tell her.

Aster ponders looking at her hand, how can he tell her all these new feelings that she showed him? Feelings that he can't even understand himself? How can he tell her what she's to him... Maybe the same way that he explained to her who she was... When they first met.

"Maybe... I can try beginning to explain this to you... In the best way I know how" Aster repeats the words that he said before they started singing "I'm a Star" on the night that Asha wished upon him.

And so... FINALLY... We get the song:

At All Cost

(Aster holds both of Asha's hands as the music begins, and we see fireflies flying around them. Asha looks at Aster expectantly, already suspecting what he'll say but still not quite believing this is really happening... That he actually feels the same way as her... And Aster confirms her suspicions as he begins to sing)

If happiness was a tangible thing It would be you If you'd have told me the feeling you'd bring I'd think it untrue

(Asha's eyes widen as she hears him, as he tries his best to put everything he has been feeling for so long into words. The star is gazing at her with a shy smile, his cheeks sparkling with golden star dust)

And people search for a wonder like you All of their lives You still amaze me after all this time

(Aster caresses her face gently as they say the line "You still amaze me after all this time", referring to how after growing up and watching her all these years, she still found new ways to impress him. Asha is now smiling at the star with eyes full of passion, confirming to him that she feels the same way, and with that, Aster begins to sing with more energy)

You pull me in like some kind of wind Mesmerized by the hold I'm in Leave you here, I don't wanna I wanna

(Aster pulls her in and starts spinning with her around the clearing, more fireflies start flying around them. Asha holds him closely as he sings the second line. Aster is hugging her as he sings the third line with his eyes showing more sadness, for he knows that eventually he'll have to leave her... And on the last line he looks at her, preparing to actually say what he has been meaning to say all this time... And only then he begins flying with her)

Love you as one does I, I will protect you at all costs

Keep you safe here in my arms I, I will protect you at all costs At all costs

(He holds her in the way one would when dancing a waltz, and starts guiding her to dance while they fly together, Asha is at first caught off guard by the fact they suddenly started floating, but as she looks at Aster in the eyes she knows there's nothing to fear, and she follows his lead. They're now flying above the trees, and all Asha can say while looking at the star is:)

Wow What's pain? When I look at you? No way I could explain you, even if tried to I'll never dream like used to do

(Asha caresses Aster's cheek with one hand as she now begins to put into words what she has been feeling, how when he's around she feels no pain, only happiness, how he changed her whole world and now she'll never see things or dream the same way) If someone tried to hurt you, I don't See how that could happen I'd fight for you in ways you can't imagine

(As she sings while still dancing with Aster and the two keep going higher and higher up in the sky. We see in the background behind her two constellations resembling Magnifico and Amable, and as she sings "See how that could happen" Asha moves her hands in a way like she's waving away some flies and the constellations behind her disappear as if the thought of them also is dismissed. And as she says the last line she boops Aster nose playfully to say how she's confident she'll keep him safe no matter what (You may hear in the distance the writer crying because she hates herself)) Felt this, no, I haven't, I hope It would be all right to stay right here beside you

(She smiles at the star brightly as she expresses she never felt like this before, and hugs him tightly as she sings the second line.) And love you as one does I, I will protect you at all costs

(Aster throws Asha to the sky, making her fly even higher than him, they're approaching the clouds above them. Aster flies to her and they hold each other to once again dance their waltz) Keep you safe here in my arms I, I will protect you at all costs At all costs

(As they dance flying upwards, they pass through the clouds when they sing the line "At all costs") If you're ever feeling like you're lost I'll come find you

(Asha is now above the clouds, she looks around noticing Aster disappeared, but as they sing "I'll come find you" Aster shows up behind her and gives her a hug from her back) Man all fronts, there's no ocean I won't swim across To be right by you

(Aster flies to be in front of her and holds Asha up, twirling with her in his arms, like this)

And not just once, here and now I swear on my response I'll remind you

(Aster let's her down and they gaze each other lovingly for a moment while singing those two lines with bright smiles on their faces) And love you as one does I, I will protect you at all costs Keep you safe here in my arms I, I will protect you at all costs

(They slow dance on the clouds, with the moon light and the stars shinning upon them. We get a shot like this from sleeping beauty)

(And as the song slowly comes to an end, Asha starts closing the distance between them) At all costs

(Asha's face is getting closer and closer to Aster's, as she's going for a kiss, Aster is surprised at first but he slowly goes for it too... Until.)

He stops.

As the instrumentals from "At All Cost" are replaced by different instrumentals

Instrumentals we haven't heard since the end of chapter 7.

The sound of some very angry orchestra instruments starts playing on Aster's ears, only the star can hear them, and that's shown in his face as he looks very bothered with his eyebrows scrunching.

Asha is waiting for the kiss but it never came, when she's about to open her eyes Aster just pulls her for a hug instead.

They hug, both not quite sure where to go from here, but Asha smiles brightly, feeling Aster's warmth.

Asha breaks the silence as she says "This is better than all my dreams...You actually love me back." She says almost in disbelief, but in a good way, like it's hard to believe this is real.

"Your friends said it was pretty obvious heh heh" Aster says chuckling a bit, trying to tune out the stars yelling at him.

"It kinda was ha hah" She says while laughing, because looking back Aster was very much not subtle about it "But I assumed that was just how you acted with everyone..." She admits, showing a bit of how her own insecurities were actually stopping her from seeing the very obvious truth.

Aster let's go of the hug and holds her face gently to say "Nah... Only with you." They smile, looking at her lovingly.

Asha's eyes almost sparkle as she looks to the star. She takes a deep breath and says "Aster... We'll be separated for most of the plan... I won't be there to protect you, so I need you to promise me that when you find-"

"Magnifico." Aster says in a whisper, his eyes not focusing on Asha as he's looking at something behind her

"Yeah, him, I need you to promise me tha-"

"No! Look!" Aster turns her face to look what's going on bellow the clouds.

Asha looks down and sees it... There's an army of guards approaching the forest, and leading them is someone carrying a green light.

Asha gets her sketchbook and draws a spyglass, pulling it off the page, she lays down on the cloud and uses the spyglass to confirm if it is him

Like this scene in the live action Peter Pan movie

And sure enough, it is. But she notices something else:

"Yeeesh! That lightning messed him up more than I thought... He got a huge scar on his face now." Asha comments.

"HA! Nice. I'm gonna drive him nuts when I make fun about that" The star says mischievously, already planning on how he's gonna break that staff.

"Hey, this is exactly what I was gonna talk about! I need you to be careful out there, don't get cocky, and don't fall for his tricks." Asha says sounding more serious, but with worry clear in her face.

"I'll be careful, I promise." Aster reassures her confidently. He pulls her up and holds her in his arms bridal style "Now let's go tell the others we can skip the "get his attention" part of the plan- WOOHUL!" Aster jumps off the clouds.

We cut a montage that consists of Asha and Aster narrating their parts of the plan while those steps happen in real time, we see Asha drawing something while her voice says in the background

"To get from here to the castle we could use Aster's magic, but that’s too risky since his star dust is shiny. I think it's safer if I create flying objects to get us there, it'll be dark, so hopefully if we're quick the guards won't see us."

We see Asha draw a carpet, and once she takes it out from her sketchbook it becomes a flying carpet like the one from Alladin.

Then, we cut to some guards, with one of them yawning in the forefront, guarding the castle’s entrance, while above them in the background we see some dark tiny silhouettes passing by.

We cut to Asha and Dahlia already getting off the magic carpet, now they're at the center of the royal garden.

We also see Safi and Simon flying down on a witches broom, Hal wearing shoes with wings like Hermes, Dario flying on a donkey with wings, as a reference to the short "The Flying Gauchito" from The Three Caballeros (HA! I DID IT! I REFERENCED THE THREE CABALLEROS! THIS IS SUCH A WIN FOR ME AS A BRAZILIAN!!!)

"You sure got pretty creative with these "flying objects" huh Asha?" Dahlia mentions as the others start gathering around

"Heheh thanks, I decided to just let my imagination run wild" Asha says enthusiastically.

"I could tell" Gabo mentions as he lands down on the garden, and we see him riding a happy baby elephant with big ears... So yeah we straight up have a Dumbo cameo "Couldn't you just give all of us flying brooms?"

"And where's the fun in that? Brooms are way too simple to draw." Asha shrugs "Also come on, don't tell me you don't think this one turned out pretty cute" She says cheerfully while petting the hand drawn Dumbo.

"I must say, he is quite adorable hihi" Bazeema comments quietly as she's landing on the garden with an umbrella... Like Mary Poppins.

Gabo just gets off the baby elephant as he tells Asha with a smile, as in, a genuine one this time "Hehe I really don't understand how your mind works, ya know?"

"Neither do I” Asha admits casually, while magically bringing all the living drawings back inside her sketchbook “Alright, Bazeema, where's the secret entrance you told us about?" Asha asks her bashful friend.

We see Bazeema guiding them to the middle of a rose garden. They prickle themselves through the thorny flowers, with Safi sneezing a few times, until they reach a hatchway made of metal with the symbol of Rosas engraved on it.

"Such wondrous things an introvert can find hihihi" Bazeema says quietly and proudly while pointing at the entrance.

We then cut to King Magnifico riding on his horse, leading his soldiers to the forest with an wicked smile, and we hear Aster's narration of his part of the plan:

"Meanwhile, I'll deal with king Magnifico. I just have to annoy him enough to the point where he'll let his guard down and I can take that staff off his hands, and once I do, it's over."

Magnifico prepares to throw a fire spell over the woods while saying "Let's see how long they'll keep cowering in there after THI-"

Something small and round hits behind his head. Distracting him from performing the spell. The king turns and looks angrily at his guards.

"Who threw that?!"

The guards all look at him confused, not even knowing what he's talking about.

"I did!" the voice of Alan Tudyk comes from the ground

(Yeah he doesn't get to voice Valentino, but he get's to voice most of the talking animals, since he's the lucky charm of Disney and all that)

The king looks down and sees a red squirrel (That is native of the Iberian Peninsula, look it up) holding a nut, ready to throw another one at him.

Magnifico stares at the little critter for a second before he starts laughing, turning to look at the forest as he shouts "HA! What's the matter boy?! Too scared to face me yourself?! Come on out, I know you're hiding in there!"

Then they hear Aster's voice echo from the forest, it's a voice full of glee and mischief:

"Hehehe I ain't scared of you, Alan was just eager to get started! I'm just getting warmed up!"

Some of the guards look scared by the echoing voice, while the king still smiles confidently "Oh but you should be scared, or have you forgotten what I taught you last time? That you are NO MATCH for me!"

"Hmmm It's a blur, all I remember is that now you look just as ugly on the outside as you are on the inside! HAH HAHA!" The star lets out an impish laugh, it echos through the woods.

(Aster's Peter Pan side is showing)

Magnifico's scarred face goes from a confident smile to a furious scowl. He rides his horse to go deeper inside the forest, with the guards following along "WHEN I FIND YOU I SWEAR I WILL WIPE THAT SMILE CLEAN OFF YOUR FACE!" He shouts, enraged by the star daring to insult his looks.

"Good luck with that! Cause' ya know, back at that storm I didn't really have anything to work with...But now..."

Magnifico hears screams from the soldiers behind him. He turns around and sees some of them are tangled up in vines, while others are running away from wild critters, and others are trapped inside giant flowers, it's a vision of pure chaos as now the king is on his own.

Magnifico looks at all of that in shock, unaware that Aster is now floating right behind him with a relaxed and confident smile. The star let's his presence be known as he whispers:

"Now I'm in my element." The star says that like a threat.

Magnifico get's startled but doesn't let it show, as he tries to turn around but-

He's stopped by something holding his staff.

As he looks down and sees vines trying to pull it off his hands. Magnifico tries to pull it away from them with all his strength, while making his horse walk backwards, and with that Aster starts talking casually to the horse

"Hey pal, did you know the guy sitting on you tried to kill me yesterday?" The white horse gives him a surprised glance as Aster continues "Yeah, he’s NUTS, I think you're better off without him" Aster tells him warningly.

The horse glares at Magnifico, and stands up on his back legs, making Magnifico lose his balance and fall on the ground.

The horse runs away, but the king is still holding tightly to his staff, the vines are still pulling it. He let's out a furious scream:

"UUUUGHA! You really think it's gonna be THAT easy?!" Magnifico uses a fire spell and burns the vines, once he's free he turns to where Aster was... But the star is no where to be seen.

"Yoooohooo!" Aster's voice sounds distant.

Magnifico turns to where it came from, he sees a trail, and by the end of it up a small hill, there he is, Aster is waving at him, basically inviting the king to follow the trail "Well?! What you waiting for?! Thought you wanted a proper hunt! HAHAH" And Aster flies off so fast it's almost he's just a shinny blur.

The king is catching his breath seemingly already exhausted even though the fight just begun.

His expression at first shows frustration... But it slowly changes to a wicked smirk as he talks to himself sinisterly "Indeed, I was looking forward for a hunt... And your little friends just so happen to be inside our trap."

(Pretend there’s a lightning looking scar on his left eye please, not like Harry Potter, I mean like actual lightning, thanks.)

Magnifico runs to where Aster went.

So we cut back to Asha and the others, as they make their way through a tunnel that leads to the dungeons.

"You're sureee these tunnels will lead us to the dungeons, Bazeema?" Asha asks, she's leading the group while holding a hand drawn torch

"That's what my father told me" Bazeema says quietly.

(Also I guess I should mention her dad also tends to the royal garden.)

Asha nods as she looks ahead attentively "Well I hope he's right, cause' I really don't want any surpri-"

"Maaa"

They hear the familiar bleating coming from behind them, everyone turns around and it came from... Dario, as he tries hiding something inside his shirt.

"... ooooh no no no NO NO NO" Asha says, very distressed while running to Dario, already knowing exactly who's inside his shirt "Dario! We were supposed to leave Valentino with Aster's animal friends! Why would you bring him with you???"

Dario has a face full of guilt and regret as he pulls the happy baby goat out of his large loose green shirt, he lets go of Valentino and begins to explain in sign language "He gave me big sad puppy eyes! I couldn't resist it! Plus, what's the issue? The little guy might be able to help us" Dario signs that last part with a hopeful smile that his friend will agree

Asha doesn't agree at all though, as she takes Valentino in her arms

Asha scolds her tall friend while holding Velentino close to her "I promised myself I would never let him in this castle again, last time he almost got eaten by a lynx and- and what if he gets lost??"

"Asha, calm down." Simon comes in from behind her, placing a hand on her shoulder "We just gotta stick to the plan and stay together, we'll be safe."

Asha notices that he sounds... Very certain about that, which is odd coming from him. But Asha thinks it's a nice change for Simon.

"*Sigh*... Yeah you're right, we just have to stay together" She turns around and smiles at Simon "I'm glad you're not so scared anymore, you seemed pretty insecure about the plan earlier today" She says calmly as she makes he way back to the front of the line.

Dario follows Asha, now walking in front of Simon. The light coming from Asha's torch is distant so Simon is more in the darkness as he says

"I just needed some time to put my thoughts in order" His voice is emotionless.

And we see his eyes glow green for a second.

But immediately after that, he winces quietly in pain, placing a hand in his forehead as if he's feeling a strong headache. None of the other's notice though, as his eyes are back to normal when he opens them again.

We cut to them now inside the dungeons, it's a dark, large and humid corridor with walls made of dark bricks, with jail cells all along the way. Safi keeps sneezing because of the humidity.

(I got this image from a deleted scene from Wish, I swear I had this plot point of them getting in the dungeons for MONTHS and I just watched the deleted scene a week ago, it’s insane how much stuff I came up with seems to be in sink with the movie’s original ideas)

"I hate this place- ACHOOOO!" The boy looks scared as he holds on to his scarf "Are we close to the exit yet, Gabo?"

"We sure are buddy, just a few jail cells ahead and we reach the exit" Gabo says confidently, he knows his way through the dungeon since, as he told his friends earlier, when he was a kid he went to explore it.

(I forgot to mention in the previous chapter but his dad is a guard, that's why he had keys to the dungeons that Gabo stole from him)

"Good, this place gives me the creeps" Dahlia says, while looking around scared

"Look on the bright side, guys" Hal chimes in trying to bring some optimism "At least there aren't any creepy inmates, it's just us and our friendly faces" the girl smiles brightly, hugging Safi and Dahlia by the shoulders.

"And also this poor fella" Gabo says, pointing at a skeleton laying down out of a jail cell, trying to reach for an empty jar of water

Like this one from Snow White.

"... HMMM oooookayy let's pick up the pace, shall we?" Hal says with a clearly forced smile this time, her eyes wide as she starts to walk faster, still hugging Safi and Dahlia so they go with her.

Dario, Bazeema and Simon also start walking faster after the others, while Asha stays still for a moment

She looks down at the skeleton and ponders out loud "... I wonder what kind of people Magnus and Amaya would keep down here... Maybe people who found out about the secret like I did." Her voice is heavy and full of concern.

"I don't like how that implies this could happen to you." Gabo says for once not sounding condescending nor sarcastic, but genuinely worried, he's also the only one that didn't walk away from the skeleton and stayed to talk to Asha "Let's, just this once, assume anything in Rosas is normal and this guy just robbed the crown's jewels or something, now come on" He says, rushing Asha to keep going.

This is probably the closest Gabo ever got to being "Optimistic"... In his own way. Asha smiles at that as she starts walking after him. Then they hear Dahlia's voice coming a few meters in front of them:

"GABO! Is this the way out?!"

Asha and Gabo run to where they are, and all six of them are standing in front of a big wooden door

"YUP! This is it" Gabo says with a huge smile

"Great! Hold this" She hands her hand drawn torch to Safi, as she gets her sketchbook and pencil to draw a key, she then pulls it out of her sketchbook

"How do you know it's gonna fit though?" Safi asks her curious

"I drew it thinking of it as the key to this door, and so-" She fits the key inside the keyhole and the door makes the clicking sound of it being opened "It is" Asha smiles victoriously

All the teens look excited, the plan is going smoothly so far.

Asha gives them one last ted talk before she opens the door

"Alright guys, after we're in the castle we'll have to be VERY careful, yes, it's just queen Amaya in there, and a crazy lynx, but still, she's unpredictable." Her voice is of a true leader.

"Oh nooo! Is she gonna throw hot tea at us or something? Hahah" Gabo laughs at his own joke

Asha begins to open the door while looking down at Gabo. "You have no idea what she's capable of. So when we're in, we just run through the-"

"KITCHEN?!" Dahlia exclaims looking shocked at what's behind the door, all the other teens except Asha are also looking at it, just as shocked as her.

Asha looks at her friend confused "What? No, we're not going even close to the kitchen, we-" Asha turns to look where the door leads to and sure enough...

She sees the royal kitchen.

"... Huh?!"

All of them go through the door. Now they're inside the dark kitchen.

A place Dahlia is really familiar with... So she knows very well this is all wrong.

"Okay... This is freaky" Dahlia says looking around the place "That door was supposed to lead to the pantry, NOT the dungeon" she says scared, pointing at the door they came through.

Asha looks around the dark room, her face becomes more and more worried "This makes no sense..."

"Maybe your magic key messed with the door?" Gabo asks Asha

"No it didn't, this isn't my magic's doing, it's-" Asha looks at the door and realizes... There's something written on it. She gets a closer look, and sees symbols written all over the door, with some words in latin too... "This is the king's sorcery... He made a trap for us..." Asha sounds terrified.

"T-that's impossible, how could he know we were coming?" Hal asks, sounding just as distressed as her friend

"H-he couldn't, I-" Asha takes a deep breath and closes the door they came through "Check the other door!"

Dario runs to the door that leads to outside of the kitchen. It also has symbols written on it, but he tries opening it anyway...

It leads to the dungeons they just got out off too.

Dario looks back at them scared.

"... There's no way out" Asha whispers, sounding more and more distressed by the second. She takes Valentino from the floor and holds him in her arms.

"What about that door?" Simon asks, pointing at another door, but this one has no symbols written on it... And he sounds surprisingly calm for the situation.

"That's just the closet we keep the pans, pots and utensils. That's not an exit…" Dahlia explains, trying her best not to panic.

"Who knows? Maybe it'll lead somewhere, only one way to find out." Simon walks towards it.

He opens it, they look inside, it's so dark in there they can't even see the kitchen stuff that Dahlia mentioned.

Asha starts walking to the door, not sure if there'll be anything at all that can help them escape, but it's worth a shot, after all they apparently have nowhere else to go.

(I just realized there's probably a window in this kitchen and these kids are just being really dramatic)

Asha turns to her friends as she walks to the door "It's gonna be okay, Aster will come here after breaking Magnifico's staff any moment now... I know he will... All we gotta do is wait and stay toge-THEEEEEERRR"

And she falls in a dark pit inside the room.

"ASHA!" All 7 teens scream in unison, and I mean all 7, Simon included, as he genuinely didn't expect this.

(Actually, Dario wouldn't scream but uuh you get the idea)

However, he is the only one that stays outside the room, while all the other six run in, but unlike Asha, they don't fall anywhere, they're simply inside a normal room with pans and pots.

"Where did she go?!" "WAS THAT A TRAP?!" "What is going on???"

All of them speak at the same time, desperate for answers, but in the sea of shouts and questions they hear one quiet question

"Simon?" Bazeema's quiet high pitched voice makes the others go silent as they all turn around and see Simon standing in the entrance.

He looks at them with genuine sadness for what he's about to do.

"I'm sorry." He closes the door with a BLAM and locks it.

...

"... W H A T " Gabo's voice comes out filled with rage. "DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!"

"I'm keeping you guys safe, like I've been trying to do this whole time but none of you EVER listen to me!" The oldest of the group says from the other side of the door.

"Si-simon, what's going on, why are you doing this?" Dahlia asks desperately.

Simon takes a deep breath and tries to explain "... Look, I'm going to be straight with you all, I talked with king Magnifico-"

(Hahah that’s a direct quote from Wreck It Ralph, when he betrays Vaneloppe)

"MAGNIFICO?!" Gabo shouts with indignation "YOU DIRTY TRAITOR! YOU SOLD US OUT!"

"No! No it's not like that!... At least, it wasn't supposed to happen, I-I didn't mean to do it-" Simon knows they won't forgive him but he tries to at least explain he did it for their own good "I just wanted to make a deal with him, to give him the star's location in exchange of all of us not getting hurt-"

"OH SO YOU WANTED SELL ASTER OUT!?" Gabo for the first time calls the star by his name

"LISTEN! I was desperate, okay?! I knew that if we just went with this plan things could go horribly wrong, and I knew none of you would listen to me if I tried to stop you, so... I contacted him through a mirror he gave to my dad" Simon is sitting with his back on the door as he explains, sounding more and more scared "And- I- I even realized I was making a mistake... I really did! I tried to break the mirror or throw it away but- I couldn't do it- he just kept talking and talking and- UGH" Simon winces in pain and holds his forehead as his eyes once again glow green, he takes some deep breaths as he ever so slightly calms down "The point is... We made a deal. He promised that if I keep you all in here then you'll be safe. It's the only way I can protect you." Simon's face looks tired as he says those words monotonously, like he's just repeating what he has heard before.

"Then WHERE is Asha?! Or was she not included in the deal?!" Now it's Dahlia's turn to yell at him through the door.

Simon's face instantly turns worried once more as if he's snapping out trance "I- I don't know... He never said this would happen" Simon thinks for a moment "Though... I don't remember much of what he said at all..."

"Ooooooh GREAT! Magnus gave you amnesia, such a trust worthy guy HUMM SIMON?!" Gabo says sarcastically, but his voice is not trying to be funny, he is furious.

"I- I'm sure wherever she is she'll be fine!" Simon tells them... More so trying to tell this to himself.

...

We cut to Asha falling from a dark portal that opened in the ceiling of a room.

She screams while hugging Valentino tightly.

"THEEEER- OOOF" She hits the floor "Ouch... Uuugh... you ok Valentino?" She asks her goat while groaning in pain.

"MaAAaaA" Valentino doesn't sound his best, but overall he's alright.

Asha get's up and looks around to see where she is... The king's study... Right next to the wishes room...

This is actually exactly where she and her friend's planned to go, they wanted to free all the wishes by opening the tower's ceiling, so Aster could use his magic and un-curse them all, then give them back to the people of Rosas...

But her friends aren't here... She's alone.

"How did things go so wrong?" Asha asks to herself while looking around the room, she notices some broken mirrors on the walls, as she sees he own reflection "... Come on Val, I'll send the signal to Aster. Regardless if he broke Magnifico's staff or not, he gotta come here and help me." Asha walks to the wishes room, while flipping through the pages of her sketchbook, until she finds the drawing she was looking for, a firework.

She's about to reach for the firework to take it out off the page... But then she sees the light of the wishes floating above her.

She stops and looks up to them, some of them are still blue, but the majority are green.

She looks up with a bittersweet smile, and says quietly with her voice full of hope "Hang in there just a little bit longer, okay? I promise I'll save all of you."

"It's unwise to make promises you cannot keep, mi rosa."

Asha feels a chill run down her spine. As she turns around quickly with an expression of horror already painted on her face.

Queen Amable is standing a few feet away from her, she's in the study while Asha is in the middle of the wishes room.

The queen smiles at Asha sadistically, with her pet lynx right by her side.

Chapter 15

Final Thoughts

OOOOOOOOH BOY so much happened huh?!

I am going crazy, wacky even, I waited so long for us to get to this part of the story! Not just the "At All Cost" stuff, I mean like THE CLIMAX THAT IS APPROACHING AND IM JUST BUILDING UP TO IT NOW AAAAAAH.

But YEAH let's talk about the At All Cost stuff, cause like... WOOOOAH BOY I love that song, and not just because it's pretty, but because while listening to it I felt like the song perfectly encapsulates teenage love, what do I mean? Because it's all so pure and like the two voices are saying the first things that come to their minds, it feels like a passionate train of thought forming in real time, and that's what I wanted to be like for Aster and Asha, as Aster is trying to figure out these feelings he didn't even know they could have, and Asha is caught off guard but so happy to finally show what she has been feeling too. It's beautiful.

I feel like most Disney couples don't feel like... Teenage love, mostly because the guys are ALWAYS older than the girl, and like, not that there's anything wrong with that... Except in some cases *glares at Snow White and Florian's age gap* but I think it's quite refreshing to see young love being depicted like this, with the two acting awkward and even oblivious because they don't know what love really feels like... And also they're raising a rebellion so that kinda keeps them distracted.

But speaking of the rebellion... It really takes just ONE person not believing in the cause for everything to go down the drain, huh? Yeah, Simon has his own ways of protecting his friends, while Asha chooses to fight, Simon chooses to comply. And really, I feel sorry for him, you guys maybe don't, like, everyone now might be a Simon hater, and I get it, but like, Magnifico played him like a fiddle.

Simon just hoped that if the king got Aster he'd leave Asha alone, but as they were talking Simon realized that Magnifico really wanted BOTH of them, so he realized he made a mistake and even tried to break the mirror... But before he could, welp, Magnifico pulled a Kaa move, and hypnosis happens to be way more effective on people who are feeling sleepy, so really Simon had no chance.

And can I just toot my own horn here and say that I'm so proud that even when Magnifico and Amaya aren't in the scene they'tr still threatening? Because that scene at the kitchen when they realize they're trapped, meaning that Magnifico knows their plan, GIVES ME CHILLS, probably because I hate the idea of being confined in a room with nowhere to leave.

And like... Magnifico is doing this just for the lols really, the guy could've just made Simon tell him where they were and captured them in the forest, but he was like "Ooooh they wanna get in the castle to harm my wife? Well, we can't have that now can we? Here's what I want you to do-" And then proceeds to make Simon betray his friends in such a way they'll never forgive him, oh, and if Simon doesn't do it then the king implies they WILL get hurt, how fuuuun.

It's funny how Aster is just having fun in the forest, messing with Magnifico, going through his Peter Pan arc, completely unaware Asha and the others are going through a living nightmare. Oh but don't worry, he'll join the nightmare too :)

You guys might start to think I'm on the villains side or something because they always get the upper hand, but this is all part of the metaphor of them representing the struggles Asha faces in her life, and let me tell ya folks, life is hard, sometimes just as hard as defeating two villains, but no matter what they do, Asha will keep fighting, and that's what makes a hero, the lower a hero get's, the more satisfying it is when they rise... And the higher a villain rises, the harder they fall :)

See ya'll next time!

Thank You For Reading!

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budo masuta, umeji kizuguchi geiju tsuka: how they love you <3

(alt title: love languages!!)

— gn!reader, implied relationship, tooth-rotting fluff, very mild angst w/comfort. not proofread. (maybe some slight favoritism in length 😭)

budo masuta: acts of service and quality time (with a sprinkle of physical touch)

listen; this man is probably whipped for you.

he’d do just about anything for you

you want bento to take to school? he’s on it! (PLEASE DONT LET HIM COOK)

you need help with carrying something or as simple as schoolwork? it’s already done.

he loves being in your presence just as much as doing things for you.

your presence is the most surreal, comforting and loving thing for him; so much so that it’s distracting at times.

it usually results in some small hugs and kisses (even a make out session)

he’s the kind of lover that’d bend over backwards just to move heaven and hell, the stars and the moon; all if you asked him to.

umeji kizuguchi: physical touch and words of affirmation.

after all the bullying he’s endured, the slightest of touches and the smallest of compliments make him fall apart.

holding his hand while you’re walking home together? he’s blushing.

you call him pretty and the sweetest boy ever? he is absolutely blushing.

he loves when you hug him while thanking him for literally anything (bonus points if you kiss him!!)

he’ll give you a hug, kiss, or the sweetest blanket of words he can think of if you ask, he mostly does it randomly; leaving you speechless at times .

he’s the type of lover to reciprocate the love you give to him, but give it back tenfold.

he just wants to keep you happy, and he loves you enough to all of his sacrifice his time for you.

even if he ‘complains’ about it.

geiju tsuka: quality time & words of affirmation

another one for the “this man is whipped for you pile” just less obvious

he’s so in love with you, it tends to seep into his art.

(headcanon that maybe geiju secretly has a bunch of small sketches of you and has been wanting to give them as a gift but thinks itd be too awkward so he just has a whole box of them)

he loves having you close to him while he paints, thinks it’s the most relaxing and comforting thing ever

he absolutely adores when you tell him how great of an artist he is- it has a heavy affect on him. (the kind only you have)

he’s a man of few words, but it doesn’t stop him from saying the sweetest of things to you.

(it can range from the most adorable things to him being a smug fucker)

sometimes if you’re lucky, he’ll be in his art studio, painting a picture of you; giving you the perfect opportunity to tease him with your sweet words.

— the end.

note: massive shoutout to the yansim discord server for giving me this idea + characters to write for this!!

lbukisgf Ⓒ 2023

#yansim #yanderesim #yandere simulator #yansim x reader #budo masuyama #budo masuta #geiju tsuka #geiju tsuburaya #umeji kizuguchi #— vi writes

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you're so pretty, you're so popular

albedo x gn!reader [university au]

genre - fluff

summary - albedo has a little (not really) crush on a semi-popular kid at his school.

cw!: jealousy, albedo's obsessed with you (in a good way I promise), professor ships you two

note - i used to simp for albedo so hard and then I stopped playing genshin... he's still pretty boy in my book though. feel like they did his hair dirty though, it's supposed to be so fluffy and they just massacred it :(

and as always, thank you for reading!

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Albedo was jealous of your friends. That was the one simple truth that he never wanted to admit to himself. He'd see you laughing along with them after you'd shown them a funny video and wish that he was the one that was holding you from falling backwards onto the grass as you shook from incessant, adorable giggles, that he was the one whose face hurt from smiling at your radiant expression everyday.

As much as he loved truth, he couldn't bring himself to face it.

And he'd sit on a bench in the shade of an oak tree during lunch, whose relatives sparingly dotted the small field on which you were talking with your friends, and in a sketchbook he would draw you and him on that same grass, blanketed in sunshine as you talked about anything you'd want to. After all, hearing your voice was enough for him to break an uncommon smile.

Albedo did this day after day, and luckily for him, you'd sit on that grass with your friends consistently from midday to 1:30. It was a nice break from the otherwise monotonous existence he led - study, eat, study, walk, draw, work, eat, sleep.

Oddly enough, almost every activity on that list somehow related back to you. The margins of his notes were occasionally occupied by studies of your eyes and hair; when he'd eat, his meals were inspired by what you ate for lunch; his walks were accompanied by music that you'd recommended to him some time ago; and when he slept, his brain would sometimes conjure up images of you hugging him, saying that he'd need to hold out just a little longer and maybe when he has the chance, he'll ask you out. Drawing brought him passion and he did use it as a side source of income, but lately they'd been plagued by splintered fragments of your soul.

He did it automatically, really - he'd add in a dash of your favorite color, draw a person in the background with the same hairstyle that you usually wore, and one time, when Albedo had been painting a portrait for his art midterm, he sketched out a scarily accurate representation of your countenance, usual accessories and all.

He immediately erased it, of course. You were in the same class as him and if he brought the canvas to the professor in front of you, there was no way that you wouldn't be weirded out by him. Who does that, anyway? He'd be better off painting his little cousin, Klee, who was a ray of sunshine and was bound to earn him a hundred.

The stars aligned in such an unpredictable way for him towards the end of the year after a particularly tiring lecture. You, in all your bright, angelical beauty, walked right up to him as he was about to leave and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Hey, 'Bedo!" you smile as he whips his head around to face you. You don't know what you do to him when you call him by his nickname - he practically melts each time.

"Hey." He's panicking - it's obviously not a bad thing, you're smiling, you don't think he's creepy or annoying or anything, so everything's okay, as long as he plays it cool and-

"So, I've been thinking," you start, averting your eyes to look at the floor and then back to him. "We haven't really hung out in a bit. Do you want to grab a bite somewhere sometime? It's okay if you can't, I know you're super busy and all but I found this super nice place that just opened nearby and I thought that it'd be nice to try it out."

He swallows. "Y-yeah, that would be nice-"

"Great!" Albedo blinks at your rather loud interruption and you clear your throat awkwardly. "Um, I mean, um, yeah! So, I think you have my number, so just text me when you're free and and we'll figure it out."

You'd never tell it to anyone but you find his small, shy grin so endearing. He stutters a little when he replies but you think it's cute - he'd never know that unless you told him straight to his face though.

"Sounds- sounds good, yeah."

"So, we're set?"

He nods and grabs his bag, offering to walk with him. You accept with a smile, to which his face reddens, and as you walk out together the professor sighs.

"Young love," he chuckles. "Guess they'll be sitting together from now on."

#i wrote this in a day so im sorry if its bad lmfao #but like his hair??? love it i feel like hes so underrated #genshin impact #fluff #genshin #albedo #albedo fluff #albedo genshin #albedo genshin impact #albedo x reader #albedo x you #albedo x y/n #genshin x reader #genshin x you #albedo kreideprinz #i have a whole pinterest board for him like i used to simp HARD lmao

[lazybutsmexy]

Choices have consequences

Alejandro Vargas x reader (GN)

Warning: light angst, culinary crimes, talk about past food insecurity.

Summary: There is an unwritten rule that you assumed Alejandro would have learned by now, after three years of committed relationship: don't anger the cook. You were wrong.

On AO3

A/N: I'm like, five vodka cocktails in. If there are any mistakes I'll fix them when I'm sober. Also I got inspired by @ragingbookdragon 's badass reader because I just know Alejandro is. So. Whipped.

When you had decided to move in together, an arrangement was made: all household chores would be shared when he was present, but you would be in charge of meal planning and cooking.

It was a convenient set-up for the two of you; you wouldn't be burdened with all the chores when he was off-duty, and would only look after your own load of housekeeping when you were by yourself. Besides, Alejandro was by no means an incapable man when cooking, you were just better than him in that regard - by a lightyear.

To you, cooking wasn't just a means to an end - it was an act of service, a declaration of love. And to date a passionate man as Alejandro, you showed the same passion for your culinary art.

The kitchen was your realm, and you were the regent. No matter whoever was going to be the recipient of your hard work, you always chose the finest ingredients. You loved to experiment with flavours and aromas. You had transformed an unused closet at the far end of your kitchen into a walk-in pantry - your spices occupied nearly an entire wall in there.

You put your heart and soul into every dish, it didn't matter if it was for Alejandro and you, a house full of guests, or just yourself. Those close to the both of you knew that a dinner invitation to your house meant a culinary experience that could rival that of a Michelin star restaurant.

And you were damn proud of yourself for that. You nurtured yourself on the faces of your guests when their head tilted slightly backwards, their eyes closed, and a soft moan escaped them as soon as they tried your meals. Alejandro himself had more than once interrupted himself from eating to cup your face in his hands and kiss you to thank you for your efforts.

Which is why the very words that came out of his mouth hit you like a train dead on.

Granted, he didn't say them to you directly, you overheard him on accident the previous day while he was talking on the phone. You didn't mean to eavesdrop, but he wasn't being secretive either. He was sitting in the living room, and the conversation was quite light-hearted, so you assumed that the topic was nothing related to his work. You still kept quiet, sneaking behind him to grab a book you had meant to start reading for a while.

The conversation had shifted to meals, somehow, and it caught your attention immediately when he mentioned some of the meals you often made. It never failed to warm your heart when he gushed about your culinary skills.

"...I mean, I appreciate the effort because it's such a hassle to cook and they do it all from scratch, but a few times it felt like I was eating rations in the field."

...What?

He couldn't be talking about your food, right?

...Right?

He ended his sentence with a chuckle, and you just stood there, fingers grasping the spine of the book. Your eyes were fixed on the shelf as his conversation moved on, his voice fading from your perception.

There was a weight on your chest that expanded to the bottom of your stomach and to the middle of your head, settling right behind your eyes. Knowing what was to come, you left the book in its place and walked back to the room you'd come from, just as quietly as you'd arrived.

After twenty minutes or so, you emerged from your hiding place, face freshly washed and - hopefully - no traces of the little angst marathon you went through. Alejandro still sat in the living room, this time he was watching a rerun of some fútbol match, completely unaware of the beast he had unknowingly set loose.

You walked straight to the kitchen with a newfound determination, a mission if you will. After gulping two cups of water to rehydrate yourself - and a quick prayer to your late abuela for forgiveness for the crime you were about to commit - you put your hands to work. You usually took about two hours to cook, but you were sure that you would be over much quicker than that.

You carefully washed, sliced, and prepared the main ingredients, making sure that the meal would have everything necessary to look absolutely normal. You were akin to an explosives expert assembling a bomb, every step carefully calculated to achieve your goal.

The light scent of that escaped from the pot caught Alejandro's attention, and he robotically moved to set the table. You stole a glance at him, finding him eager and looking forward to dinner with a tiny grin on his face.

Estúpido mimado.

A few more minutes passed and the rice stew was ready. You looked at it, quite bland and lacking some colour, and knowing exactly how it would taste. Memories from a time long past flashed in your mind and you forced yourself to shoo them away. Carefully, you brought the pot to the table and filled two plates - Alejandro's, like always, had a extra spoonful.

You both sat down and started eating. You kept your eyes on your plate as you heard him chomp down eagerly, then quietly slow down until pulling to a stop. You tried your best not to break into a devilish smirk as he finally spoke to you.

"... Mi amor?" He sounded confused, if not a bit concerned, "the food tastes... Uh... Different than usual."

"...Yeah?," You quipped, knowing exactly what was wrong with the food, it wasn't just bland. It was sick dog level of blandness. No spices at all, no herbs, not even salt. "I tried a new recipe today."

"Uh, okay?," He frowned a bit, slowly pushing the food around with his plate, wondering how to tell you that he didn't like it one bit, "it just... It has no spices...?"

You can't contain your smirk this time, it felt like getting away with a crime. It was a criminal masterpiece.

"Pues claro, mi amor," your voice was sweet, but the mirth in your tone couldn't be hidden, and ran a shiver down his spine, "I wanted to emulate the flavour of the rations you seem to love so much."

Alejandro blinked once, twice, and felt his blood run cold. Had you heard him?

"Mi amor-" he began, but you interrupted him, pointing your spoon to his face.

"Escúchame bien Alejandro Vargas," you scolded him and he gulped and shut his mouth, sitting straight in his chair, "this kind of food would've been a banquet for me growing up. The sort of food I so lovingly dedicate myself to prepare everyday is the result of my dreams and desires from when I was a kid, and you disrespected that by acting como un estúpido mimado."

"Pero claro," you pitch raised and Alejandro had flashbacks of his own mamá whenever he got a scolding, "el señor put my meals at the same level of the rations he gets from the army, which I know how they taste like and don't you forget that," you accentuated every syllable with the spoon, which was still pointed at his face. Alejandro gulped as he watched you, and you continued on, "so I decided that you will eat this meal - all of it - and be thankful for every meal you receive from today on, mine or the army's, because making fun of the meals I so lovingly make for you is the same as making fun of me as a kid who got this only when there was something to celebrate. Entendido?"

"...Si, mi vida," Alejandro stated with a nod, feeling like a little kid under your harsh glare, "cada palabra."

"Good," you nodded, and carried on with eating your own meal, "que sea la última vez."

Alejandro took a few seconds to carry on with his meal, making a mental note to bring you a bouquet of flowers in the morning with your breakfast.

#alejandro vargas #alejandro vargas x reader #alejandro x reader #alejandro cod #cod x reader #cod mw2 #cod mw2 fanfic #alejandro vargas fanfic #im a native Spanish speaker trust me

[technaart]

hii! can i request a cyno x dancer! reader? like reader's nilou's friend but she's more introverted? and she likes to wear jewelries!

Beauty and the beat

Characters: Cyno x FEM! Reader Genre: Fluff, reincarnation AU A/N: Highly based off of what went on in Nilou's story event, so slight spoilers for that. Barely, but still. Thank you for resting this! I had fun writing it and it gave me an idea for a royal au :) Requests are open

Cyno was only in Sumeru city because the Traveler had asked him to accompany them. The sight was as beautiful as he remembered, still admiring the sights as they continued down to where the theater stands. He held no ill feeling towards the arts, but he wasn't all that interested in it either.

You stood up top the stage, everyone was preparing for the show in a few days time and you more so then ever. This was the first time you were given the main spotlight and your nerves were almost burnt up.

"Go through it one last time, okay?" suggest Nilou, giving you the best support a friend can give. "You've worked hard for this, show them what you can do!"

There's no time to take notice of Cyno and the Traveler. The music sounds out, your mind instantly blocking out any and all foreign sound as it wove itself into your limbs. It was like someone was controlling your movements, gliding you across the stage with a gracefulness that any goddess would be envy of.

A proud smile shows from Nilou, who stood off to the side watching. This, right here, was your element. The most comfortable she has ever seen you since you were kids - dancing was your love. And you did it beautifully.

Paimon nudged the top of Traveler's head, for once keeping quiet as she motioned for them to glance at Cyno. Having to tear their eyes from your dancing, Traveler is met was a surprising sight.

Cyno was enthralled.

Silver jewelry sparked when the lights hit them perfectly, making it look like you were sparkling, a shining star like the ones he's seen traveling the desert. The tiny bells that hung on the chain skirt attached to you matched along with the song. It was like you were placing a spell on him.

Heat rushed to his cheeks at the sight of your bare legs through the slit of your skirt. He was thankful that you were a pair of white, slightly baggy shorts underneath the lilac fabric.

The song came to an end, along with your movement. In that instant, his eyes met your own. Time is at a stand still and it feels like your souls were reaching out for one another, desperate to be near, to hold.

Such strong emotions caused you to lose your balance, stumbling backwards as you caught your breath. You didn't understand what had happened, just that you needed to met the man who has yet to remove his eyes from you.

Nilou rushed up, throwing her arms around you in a tight hug as she expressed just how amazing your dance was and that she was so very proud of you. Normally you would be a flustered mess at the shower of compliments, but your were still stuck in the little world that was you and that stranger.

Looking like he was in a daze, Cyno walked up to the stage. You're set into action by a nudge from your friend. As you walk closer to the edge, he held out a hand that you automatically reached out for.

The warmth from his skin felt comforting compared to the coolness of your own. Eyes never broke contact while his lips press to the back of your hand, the small touch sending a flame straight up your arm.

Whispers floated around you as vendors were allowed back in now that practice were done for the day. Their words of genuine shock spreading at the sight of General Mahamatra Cyno being so entranced with a dancer.

There was a change in you ever since that fateful day, Nilou noticing it the second she realized Cyno had yet to take his eyes off of you. You truly gained his heart in just a single dance, showing the beauty that dancing can do.

It was the night of the show, everyone running about and making sure everything was perfectly set. No mistakes were to be made, and despite the obvious pressure placed upon you, you were excited.

Cyno was to be there, after all.

No one was prepared for the sudden attack, the only ones with a vision at the moment just you and Nilou. Neither of you were much of a match, and your rammed into, landing harshly on the ground. Your catalyst hitting the ground before disappearing in a fluttery of ice.

You glance up to see another attack headed your way and the sound of Nilou calling out your name reached your eyes but you couldn't move. And you didn't need too.

In a blink of an eye, Cyno's back stood to you, electricity flickering around him as he used his Vision to deflect the attack. The traveler has also arrived with him, and together to two defended the area.

Of course, they were hired to ruin the widely talked about show tonight.

"Are you alright?" questioned Cyno, kneeling down beside you. His hands hovered above you while he checked himself even as you confirmed that you were.

Knowing that you were infact, okay, Cyno pulled you into his chest. There is a spark that's felt between the two of you, pleasant and welcoming. Feeling like you were returning home after being away for many years.

The sight brought smiles to everyone who seen. The love and adoration clear on one another's faces, never taking notice of the audience you always seem to have.

The traveler teasingly covers Paimon's eyes when you and Cyno share a passionate kiss, Nilou and them sharing a laugh at Paimon's protesting.

The theater staff couldn't help but think, maybe now the akademiya would leave them alone.

#genshin imagines #genshin impact fic #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #genshin impact fluff #genshin x fem!reader #genshin cyno #cyno x reader #cyno x you #cyno x y/n #cyno imagines #cyno fluff #cyno scenarios #cyno drabble #genshin impact #genshin impact scenarios #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact fanfics #genshin x you #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact cyno #Cyno #general mahamatra

[stillness-in-green]

On Directionality of Movement in BNHA (and the Neat Reversals)

(Take 2 on this post, which gave me fits trying to post it. Fingers crossed it works this time, and sorry for any vanishing posts, people who reblogged the original.)

This post was initially conceived back in December, when I first saw the home release covers for HeroAca’s Season 6.  They look like pretty standard stuff at first glance, but there was something about them that was very, very interesting: the direction the characters were moving.

(Hit the jump for an explanation spiced up with lots and lots of images from first American and then Japanese media.)

So, this is something that’s absolutely ubiquitous in visual media that a reader/viewer is probably never going to consciously register (at least without being told about it, as in, for example, film class or art school) because the emotional cues in play are intrinsically tied to a culture’s written language.[1]  To wit, because written English progresses from the left to the right, the subconscious association with rightward movement is forward progress.  Thus, in American media, be it stage, screen, or graphic panel when a character is moving from the left to the right, that directionality expresses forward movement, progress, agency, empowerment, righteousness, clear-mindedness, healthy ambition, heroism, and so forth.  Progress is towards the unturned page.

[1] The broader term to use to research this further is “linguistic relativity.”

The chase Furiosa initiates in Mad Max Fury Road spends most of the movie heading to the right, before Max convinces Furiosa to return to the Citadel, at which point, naturally enough, the chase reverses directions, spending the rest of the film heading left.   

Heroically smashing up cars in a rightward-facing direction, while people with less agency flee leftward.   

Elsa spends most of this number moving to the left, the same direction she fled out of Arendelle, but as her resolve grows, the choreography stars reversing, moving her on the z-axis more, and when she declares her resolve to never go back, donning her ice queen dress, her directionality immediately shifts to right-facing.  Even her turn at the end of the sequence, as she spins to walk back inside, is to the audience’s right.

Conversely, when a character is moving from the right to the left—against the flow of written English—that expresses return, backsliding, a lack of agency, powerlessness, wickedness, unhealthy ambition, difficulty, turmoil, and a generally dark or conflicted mentality.  Regression and turmoil lie in the direction of the page that’s already been turned.

Nina’s grasp on reality is beginning to fracture due to the multifaceted stresses she’s facing.   

Jean Grey is classically a heroic character, but you don’t get hero layouts when you’re giving in to dark urges and consuming suns.   

Scar will start trending rightward when Be Prepared really gets underway, that song being all about his future plans and proactive evil, but for the introductory bits, he’s firmly left-facing—as is also the case when he hurls Mufasa to his death.   

Of course, this doesn’t have to be a huge production!  Even something as simple as Charlie Brown walking rightward out to the doghouse to feed Snoopy then leftward to go back inside fits this idea of forward vs. backward motion.  (Compare this to, say, Dagwood, who runs leftward out his door to crash into the mailman every time he’s late for work.)

Naturally, you see this idea of directionality in confrontations as well.

In Hamilton, the title character is reflecting back on his past, the loved ones lost, his actions and the sort of legacy he will leave behind; he "throws away his shot" and dies.  Burr, conversely, is thinking of his living daughter, of his determination to survive; he fires, bullet moving from left to right, and will go on to survive the duel.   

Steven Q. Universe, facing the future despite the embodied wall of stasis and indifference standing in his way.   

The Wicked Witch, facing leftward, attempts to scare the Tin Woodsman and Scarecrow from progressing any further with Dorothy towards her destination, which they would do by following the yellow brick road extending rightward off the screen.   

You can see the reverse positioning—hero facing left, villain facing right—in cases like this, where the hero is making a dramatic defense against a villain in an attempt to stop their progression.   

This isn’t a hard and fast rule, obviously—visual dynamism alone will mean characters move around and change position!  It also doesn’t address movement on the y- and z-axes, nor does it necessarily account for e.g. mixed group compositions or romance scenes.  Also, more intangible things like power dynamics, command of the scene, and shifting character motivations can change who’s moving/facing what direction.  It’s not as basic as good-right, bad-left.  Nonetheless, it’s an interesting thing to watch for.

However, all of the above is reversed in Japanese media.  Written Japanese moves from the right to the left,[2] and therefore the mental association with forward progress/positivity versus regression/negativity is likewise with leftward versus rightward movement.  Following are some obvious examples from works other than BNHA (no live action films because I don’t have the familiarity to be comfortable picking individual shots from them):

[2] In its normal vertical orientation, which is what you’ll find in books and manga.  When arranged horizontally, as in scrolling marquees or banners or the like, usually it reads left-to-right, though this was not the case historically.

Anthy leaves her allegorical coffin, Ohtori Academy, in the final episode of Revolutionary Girl Utena.   

A twist on Sena’s signature move, the Devil Bat Ghost, in Eyeshield 21.  Check any sports manga you read and I would bet you good money that the protagonist team’s goal is on the left in most instances.   

Mima, pictured here Really Going Through It.  Note that Perfect Blue is the inspiration (to say the least) for Black Swan, above, but the psychological break is facing the other direction.   

Cure Dream shows us the mixed feelings of being the leader of the last PreCure team that regularly killed their enemies.   

So, that all laid out, let’s talk about how that looks in BNHA!

Like my other examples, the series is chock-full of examples, both of the usual forward-leftward, regression-rightward directionality, as well as a number of interesting plays against type.  Below, have a pile of examples!

BNHA, manga and anime both, gets piles of face-off shots like this, and in every one of them that I’ve seen, it’s the same general layout: heroes moving leftward, villains rightward.   

Deku attacks towards the turning page, while Muscular attacks against it.  Tokoyami, mired in turmoil and a dangerous loss of control over his power, also faces rightward.   

The specter of the past and the emblem of the future facing in the expected directions.   

Here’s a telling group composition: the Stoplight trio working hard for their futures, ditto the man who moves too fast, while Endeavor and Fuyumi face forward, still somewhat unsure of their current situation, while Natsuo is actively going against the flow.

Of course, it holds in the single character images as well, like so:

   Likewise, you can see the contrast even between images, like these two, announcing the anime adaptation of the Joint Training Arc and My Villain Academia, respectively:

Notice Shinsou, who's a major character in the arc but not quite a Hero Course classmate just yet, has his face turned away, back in the rightward direction.

You can see it more generally in the action itself, as well, not just the promo art.  Think of moments like Shigaraki emerging from the warp at USJ, the race during the Sports Festival, the direction of All Might’s final punch—as well as Shouto’s later victory over Dabi—at Kamino, the direction Gentle Criminal (and thus Deku following him) is heading when trying to reach UA, and so forth.

And then there are the interesting subversions.

Usually, in the days of their most pitched rivalry, the forward-moving Deku is moving left, while the tumultuous, stuck in the past Bakugou is moving right, but he drifts more leftward-facing as he gradually begins to get his head on straight, as in their fight post-Kamino.   

Shigaraki would be on the left if he were facing down Deku, but against All Might?  Not so much.  That makes this less a good versus evil stare-down and more a past versus future one.   

This incredibly fucking telling composition, which I’ll let speak for itself:

   Shigaraki, having the protagonist slot on loan for the duration of My Villain Academia, spends most of the Deika fight facing in the direction of the future, though Re-Destro interrupts this to take the left-facing when he’s challenging Shigaraki about having no vision.  Shigaraki’s pseudo-apotheosis has his facing right as he destroys everything around him (Re-Destro facing left as he sees his future rewritten and his burden removed), but by the time we come to the aftermath in the crater, Shigaraki is moving forward again.

   Interestingly, that does not necessarily follow for the rest of the League!  Dabi and Geten trade off facings through the whole arc, while Toga is mostly rightward facing against Curious, only getting the leftward advancement at the very tail end, once she transforms into Uraraka.  Twice’s doubles are often fairly leftward-aimed, as they’re driving the action forward, but Jin himself spends his big confrontation mostly facing outward, towards the reader, only getting much leftward-facing when he’s helping the unconscious Toga afterward.  Mr. Compress, not having a dedicated match-up, is all over the place.

Spinner, though?  Spinner is following Shigaraki both literally and in the sense that he spends the arc coming into his own.  Thus, even when Shigaraki’s gotten ahead of him, Spinner maintains the leftward aim.

   This can get more complicated than simple inversion, too!

For example,  Gigantomachia is leftward moving in, really, virtually every scene he’s in.  It really adds to how much he feels like a complete force of nature that, all throughout his earliest introduction, Kirishima’s flashback, MVA, and both war arcs, there are literally two (2) sequences in which he’s anything other than leftward-oriented for the bulk of his appearances, and both of them occur when he’s significantly struggling to make forward progress.

The first comes  when he’s trying to leave the Gunga Villa and facing steep resistance; this conveniently lets the kids  facing him (+Mount Lady, when she can get out ahead of him) heroically face left, like they usually do.  Once Machia clears the Villa battleground, however, the rest of his route to Jakku is smooth, even sailing, and shows him returned to his usual leftward orientation.

The second is once he’s actually reached Jakku and the sedative has started kicking in.  While he still gets a good number of leftward orientations, he’s tied down in a lot of them, and they’re mixed with more rightward and a considerable number of outward facings.

And that’s it, really.  Even escaping from the holding facility built around him and confronting AFO, he gets leftward facing, with that only reversing in the moment AFO strikes him down.

Unlike Machia, Deku facing stiff opposition gets to keep a leftward progression when he comes up against heroic opposition in his fight against his classmates.

Shigaraki and Overhaul, appropriately for their vying for control of the villainous future,  are constantly vying for the leftward facing position in their scenes/art spreads.

And then there’s the example that prompted this whole post—the home release covers of Season 6:

In other circumstances, I might chalk this up to the heroes being in the defending position—like Gandalf against the Balrog—but BNHA has not tended to do much with that visual; the heroes usually get to keep their heroic leftward facing even when they’re on the defense, as indeed is the case for all of Jakku that comes to mind!  Yet just this once, for the anime art, we can see the futility the heroes are up against, trying to stop, as Dabi so aptly put it, the future coming down the pipeline, where all the heroes’ lip service will be blown away by chaos.

Thanks for reading through this, all, and my apologies if I mixed up my right and my left anywhere! I hope you enjoyed the pictures, and that you have fun spotting the patterns in your future media intake!

#bnha #my writing #image heavy #what makes them heroes and villains #going to become a villain if this doesn't post correctly

[livyjh]

This is the Way (Home)

Chapter 1

Din Djarin x Reader

Rating: EXPLICIT 18+

Word count: 2.7k

Entire work can be found on ao3 here

Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

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Summary: You’re a princess of Corellia… until you’re kidnapped by some assholes and taken off-world. Your parents enlist the help of The Mandalorian to bring you home. Reader is in their 20s.

A/N: Very excited to be starting a new long(ish) fic! I have no clue how many chapters this will be yet. But thank you for reading and as always, feel free to leave a comment!

Chapter warnings: kidnapping, violence, being handled roughly, knife, blasters being used.

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Your bag is digging into your shoulder, full of fresh fruit you’d picked while out on your daily walk. The trail back to the palace wasn’t bad, just a couple tree roots that needed to be taken care of.

So when you felt something hit your ankle and you fell, you were surprised. You put your arms out in front of you as you fall forward, trying to catch yourself. You manage to avoid hitting your head but as you lay face down for a moment, you hear footsteps right behind you.

You barely have enough time to turn around before a bag is being put over your head and you’re hit with an object, passing out.

***

You’re not sure if you were dreaming or awake. Through the fabric over your face you could sort of tell that you were in a cell of some kind. Locked up. Trapped.

Your body sensations slowly came to you and you could feel that your wrists were either in ties or cuffs of some kind. Whatever they were, they didn’t budge.

You’re able to move your arms and reach up, pulling the hood off of your head so you could see.

Yep. Definitely a cell.

You look down. Definitely zip ties around your wrists. Thick ones.

Your legs were thankfully free, helping you to feel a little less claustrophobic. You look around the small room. The metal door has a small viewing window right at about eye level you figure.

You get up slowly, head hurting from earlier. You peek through the small window and see the cockpit of a ship. All you could see from there were stars flying by as the ship increased speed and you almost fell backwards.

You stumbled a little, back hitting the wall behind you to stabilize you. You sigh, looking around your cell for anything that could be of use, but no luck.

You sit in the corner away from the door, leaning your head back and closing your eyes. This cannot be happening.

Panic begins to set in.

You had no idea what these people wanted or who they were. Why would they take you from your home on Corellia and transport you somewhere else? Was this a kidnapping? Were you going to be murdered? What if they…? No.

Nope. You cannot let yourself spiral like this. You take a deep breath and try to reassure yourself that you can persuade or charm your way out of this. You were a princess after all. You’ve been trained in the art of manipulation. When you eventually became queen, being the only heir to your parents, you’d need to know how to negotiate with other cities and planets.

The lock on the door clicked and your head snapped up to look as a Trandoshan enters with a tray of food.

He sets it down and lazily kicks it over to you, some of the water splattering from the cup it was in.

You try not to look too scared as you make eye contact with the man. “Where am I? Why are you doing this?”

“Because, princess,” He uses a mocking tone, “your parents will pay us anything to get you back.”

“So all I’m good for is some ransom money?” You scoff.

He looks taken aback by your aloof and confident attitude. He takes a second. “Just eat. You’re no good to us dead.” With that, he exits and locks the door again.

Now that you stopped and thought about it… you were hungry. You trusted that it wasn’t poisoned, considering the last thing the man said.

***

You’re sure a few hours have gone by when you feel the ship jostle a bit. Once it calms, you get up and peer out the little clear space in the door. You see that you’re approaching a planet, light brown with two suns on the horizon. Dusty looking.

You watch it all as the ship pulls into a hangar and gets docked. You back up when one of the other Trandoshan men turns towards you and comes closer.

He opens the door, holding a blaster pointed at you. Another enters the room with a knife.

Oh, shit. You thought you were no good to them dead!

You put your hands up in defense in front of your face, closing your eyes. You feel cool metal against your arm when the zip ties around your wrists are snapped, cut open.

You open your eyes and look down, rubbing your sore wrists.

The man with the knife speaks. “You scream? You’re dead. You run? You’re dead. You try to tip anyone off-“

“Yeah yeah,” you interrupt him. “Dead.” You squint at him for a moment. You get up and follow them out of the room, sighing in relief when the blaster pointed at you was lowered.

You exit the ship and go through the hangar into town. You were right. It was dusty here.

You followed one man around as two others followed you. Three captors. There was no way you could fight your way out of this. Run? Maybe. But then again, they’d probably just shoot you.

You all arrived to a small house, the first man knocking and waiting for the door to open. Yet another Trandoshan to worry about.

You’re shoved into the house by the men behind you. Once you’re inside, they each roughly grab an arm of yours and drag you to a room. They toss you on the floor inside and shut it. Then you hear what you assume to be a heavy lock on the other side of the door.

You rub the elbow that you fell on, feeling the skin is broken, but not bleeding. You take in your surroundings. Small window with bars that was far above where your head would be, standing. A narrow mattress on a wooden frame. A small, bare table next to it.

You get up and onto the bed, thankful you wouldn’t have to sleep on a cold, metal floor tonight. There wasn’t even a blanket, but still.

You almost laughed, you were incredibly grateful for this seemingly shitty bed, considering the circumstances.

You were tired. The last sleep you’d gotten was what you assumed were just a couple hours after getting knocked out.

You laid there, rolling onto your back and sighing before you fell asleep.

***

You wake up the next morning when a tray of food is dropped inside the door. The soup spills completely and all you’re left with is a soggy chunk of bread and a few apple slices.

“Fuck you!” You yell as the door closes and locks again.

You’re sure they’re gonna keep up the habit of only feeding you once a day, so you take what you can get.

Once done suffering through your meal, if you can even call it that, you sit on the bed and stare at the wall for awhile, strategizing.

After an hour… nothing. You still had no idea how you were gonna get out of this situation. You had no idea how much the ransom was for. And although you were a decently wealthy family, it wasn’t like you had millions of credits to spare.

You kept faith in your belief that things would work out.

***

Four or five hours go by, you hearing nothing but chatter coming from one of the other rooms in the house. You were pretty sure there was a television on somewhere too.

You’re surprised when you hear a loud crash, the sound of a door flying open and hitting the wall. Then shouting, then blaster shots, a lot of them.

You hide under the bed, eyes on the door, preparing yourself for whatever violence may ensue.

You hear struggling, a “get him!” and some more shots, then… silence.

Fuck.

You were breathing hard, adrenaline pumping, but you were frozen in place. Terrified.

The lock on your door was being fiddled with before you hear more shots, and then the door whips open, getting kicked in.

“Please don’t hurt me!” You yell and cover your eyes.

You hear footsteps come towards the bed and the person gets down on the ground. Do you dare look? Shit. You have to.

You pull your hands away and turn your head to see a man in head to toe beskar armor. A Mandalorian.

“I’m here to bring you home.” The Mandalorian says calmly before offering you a hand.

You hesitate, but take it, letting him pull you out from under the bed and up to stand.

A single tear streams down your face and you jump to hug the tall man, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“Oh thank you, thank you, Mandalorian.” You sniffle.

“You can call me Mando, if you wish.” He huffs a small laugh, chest vibrating against yours.

“I thought I was gonna rot here, Mando.” You pull away and wipe at your face.

He looks down at you through his visor. “Your parents sent me. They care about you very much.”

You smile softly. “I know they do… thank you.”

He pauses, then turns towards the door. “We should leave.”

“Okay.” You nod and follow him.

He takes a second to look around the street before exiting the house. Once he decided it was clear, he motioned for you to continue behind him.

You knew you weren’t far from the hangars, based on the short walk the Trandoshans brought you on to get you to the house in the first place.

The Mandalorian led you to his ship, quickly opening the gate for you two to get on. He closed the gate once more, climbing up a ladder to where you assumed the cockpit probably was.

“Come on.” He called down to you.

You followed him up and sat in the chair behind him and to his left. He suddenly had his hands on the straps of the chair, buckling you in.

“Th- thanks.” You blush a little, looking up at him shyly.

He only looks at you for a second longer before nodding and sitting front and center. He pushes buttons and flips switches, pulls back a lever, and you’re airborne.

The Trandoshans must’ve had eyes in the sky, because as soon as you’re lifting off, the ship is being shot at.

Mando does a maneuver to try and quickly get you higher in elevation when you hear an explosion. They shot out the right engine.

“Dank farrik!” Mando shouts.

You’re almost out of the atmosphere when he spins the ship around and spots the assaulting ship. He shoots it down expertly, his own ship sputtering.

“There’s no way we’ll make it back to Corellia like this.” He sighs, slamming a fist down onto the control panel before driving the ship back down to the hangar it was at before.

He turns to you and shakes his head. “I’m sorry. After the ship is repaired, then I can take you home, princess.”

He almost says it affectionately. But you decide to try and shrug it off. “Okay.” You nod. “How long will that take?”

“Don’t know yet. Follow me.” Mando gets up and heads down the ladder.

You come down as he’s opening the gate and you hear the sound of a fire extinguisher.

“You could’ve blown me up, Mando!” A woman shouts from below one of the engines, trying to stop the fire inside of it.

“Sorry.” He says seriously, but you didn’t believe he was actually apologizing. He was just saying it because he was supposed to.

The woman sighs loudly and comes around to the gate. “Well,” she looks up at you as you exit the ship next to the Mandalorian. “Who might you be?”

“Uh-“ you pause for a second. You tell her your name, and then, “I was… kidnapped. Brought here. He saved me.” You motion to Mando with a small smile.

“How kind of you! How much you getting paid?” She raises a brow and elbows Mando in the ribs.

He steps back, trying to regain a sense of personal space. “Not… not that much.”

You figured your parents were compensating him in some way, otherwise why would he save you? He was getting nothing out of it but money. It was a business deal of sorts. ‘Save the princess, get paid’. You tried not to let it make you feel weird.

Really, you were still indebted to him. Your parents had done their share, now you owed him thanks.

“Anyways,” the woman reaches a hand out to you. “I’m Peli. Peli Motto. At your service.” She winks and steps back.

She takes a long look at the ship.

“How long will it take to fix?” Mando asks.

Peli sighs. “No droids?”

“No droids.” Mando shakes his head.

“A week.”

“A week?” Mando retorts, sighing. After a long pause, “Fine. You can use the droids.”

“Three or four days, then.” She nods at the Mandalorian.

He nods. “That’s better.” He reaches into a pouch on his side, pulling out a hefty handful of credits. “Will this cover it?”

Peli uses both hands to hold the credits as Mando gives them to her. “Uh… yeah. Yep. That’ll do it.” She says rather excitedly.

“Great. I’ll check back.” Mando nods again.

She nods back and hands the credits to a droid. “Go put these away.” She starts to walk off. “See ya later!” She waves and disappears through a doorway.

“Come on.” The Mandalorian puts a hand on your lower back for a moment to get you to move, backing off once you started walking in stride with him.

You follow him as he walks rather quickly. He brings you to an inn, a small one at that. You both approach the front desk, the droid behind it turning towards you. “How may I be of service?” It beeps out.

“Two rooms.” Mando says with a sense of urgency.

“We have… one room. Two… beds.” It pauses while it calculates.

Mando sighs. “Uh, fine. Yeah.”

“How many nights, sir?” The droid responds.

“Three. Maybe more.” Mando reaches into his pouch.

The droid calculates again. “450 credits for three nights.”

“4-?” Mando starts to complain but stops himself. He sighs once more, pulling out the exact amount of credits he needed and handing them to the droid.

The droid slowly takes the credits and stows them before grabbing a key off the wall behind itself. It hands Mando the key and he just starts walking away to find the room.

You follow along down the hallway and go into the room with him. The brightness of the setting suns is filling the room, almost making your eyes hurt as it reflects off the white bedsheets.

You sit down on the edge of a bed, the one closer to the fresher than the window.

He sits down on the other bed, elbows resting on his knees. He sighs for the hundredth time since you’d met him less than a couple hours ago.

“You got somewhere to be?” You ask curiously.

He shakes his head. “No.”

“Sorry if I’m an inconvenience to you.” You frown.

He looks at you. “No, you’re not-“ he pauses and shakes his head again. “You’re not an inconvenience. I’m just… frustrated things didn’t go as planned.”

You nod and look away, twiddling your thumbs.

The awkward silence was too much, so you shoot up off the bed to grab the television remote and turn it on. You go and sit comfortably on your bed, leaning back against the pillows and headboard.

“Anything you wanna watch?” You ask him.

He shrugs. “Don’t watch much of anything.”

“Oh. Okay. Well, do they have game shows on this planet?”

“I don’t think so.”

“What planet are we even on, by the way?” You raise a brow.

“Tatooine.”

“Oooh… this is Tatooine?” You hum in realization. You’ve heard about it and its two suns, but you couldn’t be sure before.

You flip through all four channels they had and let it sit on a show you don’t recognize. It seemed entertaining enough.

A couple hours pass by before your stomach grumbles and you realize how hungry you are.

“Hey, can we go get food?” You sit up a little.

“I’ll find something. You should stay here, just in case.” The Mandalorian stands up, heading toward the door.

You nod. “Okay.”

With that, he leaves to go procure nutrients.

#fanfic #fanfiction #smut #imagine #imagines #din djarin #the mandalorian #din djarin smut #din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #din djarin fanfiction #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian x you #mandalorian helmet #mandalorian smut #mandalorian #mando #mando fanfiction #it's mando hours #mando x you #mando x reader #mando x y/n #princess #savior #ao3 #this is the way #this is the way home

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BangtanWritersHQ Presents: “Bangtanstrology"

The magic surrounding the creation of BTS is a story that is the same, yet different for each of their soulmates in ARMY, since we are all born under the same Milky Way but in different stars.

You look at the spread of tarot cards on the cloth-covered table, surprise filling your eyes in the low light of the psychic’s room. Despite having this recurring dream since childhood about seven men and the providence of the universe, you try to argue with him.

“You’re insane. How can I be yours? And also be fated to 6 others?”

“Yes, my moonchild, you are destined for great things,” his voice is deep, full of sex and smoke. “This card may say ‘Death’, but it symbolizes not your actual death, but the death of who you were before me, before us. This card here tells me that this death and rebirth will happen almost instantly. In the dark nights, we’re each other’s lights. Once you leave this tent, your life will forever be changed.”

You can’t speak, so shocked by his words, so you nod as you stand up, depositing the few bills you had previously readied as a tip as you gather your bag. Eyes looking back at the man, you feel more than hear his next words straight to your core.

“You can’t fight fate, and you are our destiny.”

Back outside the psychic’s building, as you walk to the bus stop, you sense something is off, but are unsure if you’re in danger. You safely board and the trip home flies by so quickly that you’re already off the bus and that much closer to safety. As you enter your neighborhood, the feeling returns. Speeding up, you turn the corner by the convenience store, running smack into a broad chest before bouncing backward and onto the ground.

It feels as if the Earth has shifted. The setting sun has the sky lit up in hues of lavender and violet, a gorgeous purple halo surrounding the seven sets of eyes looking at you.

“This can’t be a coincidence!” you gasp, confused at how they could manifest from your slumber to reality. “I dreamt of you.”

The one you ran into steps closer as the others behind him peer around to get a better look at you. His hand is open, palm up stretched between your bodies.

“Take it,” he says, and the others around him echo the words.

“Take it.”

You recognize one of the voices, sultry and smokey; he smirks at you as if to say ‘I told you so’.

“My hand reaching out to you is my chosen fate.”

This June marks the 10th year of BTS, the fated soulmates of ARMY. Because we are the two, who found our destiny. And to outsiders, the story is so incredible. It must be a myth, a thing of lore. No such thing could be true! But we know the truth.

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🔞 - nsfw (mature themes) ✅ - sfw (no warnings) 💖 - smut ⚠️ - other warnings

SET UP - emojis: Title (if link is to another platform) | Author [parts] pairings, genre/aus, rating, word count

🔞 💖 ⚠️ Masks & Merlot | @colormepurplex2 [2/2] Pairing: ModernLegacyHeir!Kim Seokjin x Servant!Reader AU Type: Long-time Pining | Drunken Love Confessions Rating: MA WC: 13,961

🔞 💖 Closer | @downbad4yoongi [1/1] Pairing: Namjoon x Jimin AU Type: Mutual Pining | Dinner in Rome Rating: MA WC: 2,571

🔞 💖 ⚠️ If It's Our Last | @moonleeai [1/1] Pairing: BondedPistil!Jimin x Stamen!Jungkook AU Type: Strangers to Lovers | Pistilverse Rating: MA WC: 2,404

🔞 💖 ⚠️ College Nights, Diner Fights | @hisunshiine [1/1] Pairing: waiter!Jungkook x waitress!Reader AU Type: Diner, e2l | angst, smut, fluff Rating: MA WC: 9,664

✅ ⚠️ What if... | @mrsparkjimin18 [1/1] Pairing: Production Director!Yoongi x Art Director!Hoseok AU Type: Mutual Pining, Hidden Feelings | fluff Rating: PG-13 WC: 2,884

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[weirdfishy]

bc of this post from @insertsanity529 and idk if the concept will make it into my fic

@thatboysgotwoah hey so. hereʻs a thing. a very loose thing but it is, nonetheless, A Thing. (a thing i didnʻt realize was 1k until Just Now WTF)

there is also a part 2 in the rbs :)

& an ao3 link with little bits added to it here and there

~

Hob is done with war and violence and terror and death and the blood on his hands, especially after that world war. (not The Great War. There never is anything great about war) Gods is he ready to put it all to rest.

He gets caught up in the arts, in preservation, in working for museums and its ilk— and some of those are old money heirs who, in addition to having taken their refuge in the arts, are connected to the occult and those old money circles. Some are young and their tongues are loose, their need to be useful and worth something presents in their pride of their heritage and what they come from, something already Grand.

So Hob hears about the Devil in Roderick Burgessʻ basement, about the lavish parties that are held at his manor in the countryside, about the cult Burgess has. And as he dusts off a sculpture, gloved fingers trailing down smooth marble, there's a likeness to the statueʻs half-worn face that reminds Hob of something–of someone. His stranger. Hob remembers asking if his stranger was the devil, if Shakespeare had given his soul, and a thought blooms in the back of his head. What if….?

But he shakes his head, finishes his restoration, cataloging, and storing. His stranger is enough to handle himself, Hob is sure, and he hardly thinks some fake occultist would be the one to contain…whatever his stranger may be.

He pats the young starry-eyed manʻs shoulder, before leaving, with a look backward too complicated to decipher by one so unknowing of war and death. Hob doesnʻt wish he knew of death and war and violence, would rather no one did, but it is separate things to glorify the thing you run from and to step back, searching for peace. Hob goes home and does not sleep until twilight, fitfully resting for a handful of hours.

The months pass. He hears of The Captured Devil occasionally, he goes to work, he cares for what was lovingly created in years past–much like himself–and he lends a hand when he can, to pick up what is left of boys and men with hazy eyes and empty hearts, knowing he was once the same (or still is, only buried deeper than one would think possible). He walks around town, for hours, looking almost kin to those plagued with sleeplessness, and he thinks, for a handful of moments, that death, life, and the in-between are all cruel in their own way.

Hob cannot stand the joyous life much anymore, too burdened with the reminders of death and those hanging between, and maybe that is why he does not go to a Burgess party. Maybe it is one of many excuses—he hasnʻt been invited (which has never stopped him before), his stranger is not the devil (people will call anything the devil these days), he needs to take care of himself damn it because no one else is and he doesnʻt ever let himself waste away after something like this if he can bloody well help it.

Then it's the weekend after Christmas of 1926, and Hob has finally found solid ground. Heʻs laughingly invited to the Burgess House by a very proud son of Burgessʻ group, their department out for drinks. Hob, who has always turned down invitations with a distracting call for another round on him, actually accepts the invitation, asking for details while the lad is half drunk and everyone is booing him, their unclever ploy for more drinks waved away. Hob buys that round anyway, but he does leave with the details written upon a formal invitation.

He goes, fashionably late and fashionably dressed, a simple deep blue–almost black, really–with silver detailing of the cosmos on the outside of his jacket, those stars falling to scatter on the upper half of his pant legs—like the sky is dripping to the earth. Hob blends in, smiles and drinks lightly, meets with the head of house with a boisterous introduction from his coworker who has obviously drank from a fair few cups already. The man, Roderick Burgess, stares at him, eyes like polished steel.

Something Hobʻs coworker says, about Hob not believing in The Devil in Burgessʻ basement, makes Burgess tilt his head and raise an eyebrow. Hob only tilts his own just so in return– what of a supernatural devil when humans are devilish enough? War is man-made, and man-taking.

His words make Roderick Burgess study him intently, and thereʻs a flicker of what Hob knows to be a decision of kinship in those eyes. Hob doesnʻt like that one bit. Burgess nods and waves to follow him, passing off Hobʻs coworker to be sat down by his father.

Hob is led into the basement, cold and wet. He stays one step behind the man—a child moreso than his green coworker in Hobʻs eyes, playing with things not meant to be disturbed—and is grateful for it when he sees what is in the middle of the room.

Hob wants to retch on the spot, remembering the paper his coworker had brought in last week that said Burgess has had his Stranger in this basement since 1916. Yet Hob goes deathly controlled, calm, and intensely observant.

He drops his jaw and gasps, letting the man crow and tell him what he hopes to get from his prisoner, of how Hob must understand, he saw the loss in his eyes. Hob goes up to the marble, eyes searching for an exit as he walks around the binding circle heʻs been forbidden from crossing. He finds a hairline square at the back of it, with the tiniest notch—a door. His eyes shine, and he lets Burgess think it's from wonder, from the chance of reviving a lost loved one.

He hopes his head shake lets his Stranger know that heʻs crying for him, that he will get him out, he swears. Hob takes in the way Burgess laughs at his Stranger for being curious to a newcomer, turning in his glass prison. Catching his strangerʻs eye, he speaks his first language, something old and forgotten by nought but him–his grandmotherʻs tongue–and makes that promise, saying it was a phrase of wonderment and appraisal. Burgess puffs his chest out and waves him away from the prison, chuckling good-naturedly. Hob shakes Burgessʻ hand, clapping him on the back on the way out, casting a long glance backward before he has to ascend the stairs.

Guilt is tearing at his throat, chewing at his stomach and knotting his intestines, but Hob can deal with that after his Stranger is free, and the Burgess Manor is burned to the ground.

#oh lord #the sandman #dreamling #hob gadling #fanfiction #fishbowl rescue #angst #i wrote this straight and i havenʻt reread it so enjoy or whatever #oh gods iʻm on a dreamling angst writing kick huh #i do call the fishbowl a marble though #fishbowls have openings for air #i had a fashion au once….hence the unnecessary description of hob’s clothes 💀 #part two in the rbs :)

[silverwritesthings]

The Monster Inside

Here is my part for the Halloween Monster Collab with the lovely @teyvattales Warnings: Yandere, Monsters, Inhumans, Werewolves, demons, android. Spicy/Mild sexual themes. Starring: Werewolf Il Capitano, Demon Pantalone, Android Il Dottore x reader  In other news I’m trying out a new art program~ Please tell me if y’all like these title cards XD

Werewolf Il Capitano

The howls and cries of the wolves seemed closer tonight, the full moon shining through the glass window of your room. Capitano still hadn't returned from his meeting with the First Harbinger. You crept from your warm, safe bed that was all together too large for someone to sleep in alone. One of his cloaks hang from a hook beside the door, one he always left for you. You wrapped it around yourself, hoping to find him just outside in the courtyard to the manor. He often found himself taking guard, even though it was wholly unnecessary.

As you walked out into the snowy courtyard, you felt safe. No creatures could get over the high stone walls, or past the guards stationed at the gates.

Or so you thought.

Their posts were abandoned, and high upon the wall sat a frighteningly huge creature. It had it's back to you, it's pointed, canine face looking up at the moon. It seemed to be smelling for something. It was easily larger than Capitano himself. 

Your startled gasp made it snap it's attention to you, the glowing scarlet eyes locking onto your form as it leapt down from the walls. The snow crunched under it’s feet ominously as it landed. It stopped for a moment, before making a curious sound and starting to creep towards you, much like a cat stalking a mouse in the tall grass.

The darkness of the courtyard hid it's features, but it's scarlet eyes glinted in the light of the torches as you slowly crept backwards towards the doors. You could tell it was covered in long, shaggy fur. Like an enormous cross between man and wolf.  

As it neared you, the flickering torch light illuminated scars that looked... familiar. It growled, the tension in it's body snapping like a rope as it pounced.

You remember little of what happened after that, only waking in the morning with Capitano's arms tight around you, his face buried in your neck as he kissed at the bite marks littering your shoulders. His voice seemed deeper than usual, and it held more of a growling tone. “Don’t wait up for me anymore Y/N... I’ll always come home to you.”

Demon Pantalone What better disguise for a creature of greed and desire than of a banker? Pantalone could think of nothing better to hide himself as, especially as you sat across from him at his desk. Behind on your payments... yet again. “You know, my darling, that I cannot keep allowing you to fall behind.” You looked down at your hands, fiddling with your fingers. You always seemed to become so flustered in his presence... That was something he very much enjoyed. A small, lighthearted chuckle lured you into looking back up at him. “This will be the last time I show you such mercy... Do you understand, Y/N?” You muttered a faint agreement, but in the back of your mind you wondered what else you could offer to him. He’d already taken access to your funds, the land your home was built upon, and several of your more rare and priceless belongings. “Sir... May I ask what else I may offer you?” Oh, now that got his attention. He clicked his tongue as he stood from his desk, motioning for you to do the same and come around to him. He took hold of your chin and forced you to look up at him, and you looked directly into his almost reptilian eyes. He stole a single kiss from you, chuckling before stealing yet another. “I think this will do just fine...”

Android Il Dottore Humans were such curious creatures. At least, this is what Dottore thought as he caught you sleeping at your station in his lab yet again. Their bodies were so fragile, needing certain amounts of sleep, certain foods, certain environments to truly thrive. Yet what did he need? None of that. Well... He needed one thing. You. How can a being with no heart or soul learn to become enamored with someone? He wasn’t certain. But since you had come into his existence, he found that he could blend into humanity much easier. You taught him what it was like to love. You taught him what jealousy felt like. When he first felt that unfamiliar feeling, watching you interact with other humans, he thought he had found an error in his own programming. But he found no such errors when he tried to repair it. Curious. Much like you.  What had started as simple curiosity had turned to an obsession. Oh well. You were asleep now. You’d neglected the proper amounts of sleep for days, and barely responded as Dottore carried you over to the couch he’d acquired for such situations. Now that you were asleep... He could continue his experiments on the limits of the needs of Humanity. But not on you of course. Why would he? You’d join him in eternal life soon enough. “Rest well, Y/N. You won’t need to for much longer.”

I hope you all enjoyed! I may be a little late posting this, but I’m happy to have posted it when I did. Feel free to send in requests or asks!

#Genshin Impact Yandere #yandere harbingers #Yandere Dottore #Yandere Capitano #Yandere Pantalone #Il Dottore x Reader #Il Capitano x Reader #pantalone x reader #Il Dottore #Il Capitano #Pantalone #Monster AU #Genshin Things #Genshin Impact x Reader

[ceebit]

wc : 1.6k. fem prns used. teacher!au.

note : i’m soft for the teachers crushing on each other being brought together by their students’ devious plotting trope….. and i’ve been thinking abt cheol lately :)

“miss yn! miss yn! mr. cheol is here again!”

you pause in helping one of your kids with a particularly challenging problem, ruffling their hair with a smile and promising to be back with an interlock of your pinkies before heading towards the classroom door. fourteen curious heads crane to look as well, math worksheets temporarily forgotten, and the voice of the kid talking pipes up again.

she peeks around the doorway once more, no doubt talking to your coworker if her giggles floating above his hushed voice go by anything, and she turns back to face with you a grin that lights her face up, pigtails bouncing.

“he said it’s reeeeeally urgent, miss. you need to go!”

you laugh, relenting with a short nod, and gently motion for her to return back to her seat. the small body squeezing past you to no doubt gossip amongst her peers, you step out into the hall and lean against the propped door with crosse arms.

“so,” you start, fighting off the smile on your lips for a more professional look (for the sake of your kids and any… nosy individuals who happened to eavesdrop), your fingers tapping lightly against your arms. “what was so urgent you had to interrupt lower level math?”

he smiles, teasing despite your air of appearing composed, and plays along. “i bought lunch,” he answers smoothly, and jabbing a thumb in the general direction of the teacher’s lounge, adds, “and i want you to eat with me.”

choi seungcheol. somewhat of a godsend aide to the peaceful life you’d hoped to have ever since you’d been hired at pledis elementary, the prestigious primary school every parent dreamed of sending their children too. he’d taken you under his wing once you’d found yourself lost on your way to your first board meeting, a mess of frazzled nerves and energy. since then, he’s been nothing but a friendly familiar face in the halls, introducing you to other members of the staff and helping you get acquainted and settled easily.

so essentially, you owed your comfortability to him. for all it’s worth, you’ve tried to repay his kindness with promises of coffee or helping out with his work, but he’d turned every single attempt down with a grin that did little to stamp down the itty bitty crush you’d developed on him.

“yn?” you blink, momentarily dazed, and return back to focus when he peers at you curiously. heat prickles at the back of your neck at the concern flickering in his eyes, and in a rush, a small laugh slips past your lips.

“sorry—they had art before this and i think i inhaled a little too much glue… fumes.” you clear your throat, your smile fond, “kids, right?”

all his concern melts into amusement and you thank all your stars in the sky for quick wit and the habits of small children. “right,” his voice drawls, and he reaches out to pat your arm teasingly. “like that beats the smell of the gym after classes?”

your mouth falls open at the jab, and his laugh echoes against the walls. “are you seriously trying to one-up me over ridiculous smells?” this man was going to be the death of you.

the bell rings, signaling the end of that class period, and he begins to walk backwards with a cheesy smile. “lunch, remember.”

you roll your eyes, but nod in good nature. “wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

turning back to the class, you jump slightly at the intense stares of fifteen pairs of eyes on you. soo-ah, the little girl who had greeted seungcheol before you, stands up and raises her hand.

wary, you nod in her direction. “yes, soo-ah?”

“are you and mr. cheol dating?”

you don’t even know how to begin to answer that one.

“he what?!”

you’re quick to shush your hallway companion as you lead your respective classes down to the lunch hall, glancing back at the children tottering behind you with their lunchboxes in hand. they stare up at your and your class hall neighbor, joshua hong, with wide eyes, and you discreetly pinch his arm as you plaster a smile on your faces.

“is everyone ready for lunch?” you ask sweetly, and your heart melts at the chorus of yes that obediently follows suit. soo-ah and one of joshua’s students link hands, and you smile down at them. cute little line leaders.

“alright, then.” you clasp your hands together, and with joshua holding the door open, you lead the students to their lunch tables and let them get seated. you hover over each student and make sure they’re all accounted for, napkins placed in their laps, and settle down on a nearby table with joshua and few other teachers.

“they’re so cute when their faces are all stuffed with food,” joshua’s teacher’s help, yaerin, was saying. she smiles when you seat yourself next to her, and you squeeze her arm gently in hello. “they look like little hamsters!”

“that’s what i said!” soonyoung from down the hall exclaims, and everyone laughs as they high five over their heads. “look at their little cheeks…”

amicable silence drapes over your table as you all coo gently at the little ones giggling amongst themselves.

“so, anyone have plans?” seungkwan pipes, digging into his lunch. waving a utensil around, he adds, “details about their love life, and the sort.”

joshua merely grins, coming off as the picturesque of a gentleman, but you cut him off before he can even say a word. “actually,” you toss him a glare, to which he simply raises his hands up in surrender. “i was supposed to have lunch with seungcheol today.”

taking a bite of your food, you chew thoughtfully for a moment, humming in content as everyone stares at your with varied looks of exasperation, amusement, and bewilderment. it makes you frown, picking up a napkin to dab at your lips self consciously, and you turn to yaerin, whose brows have risen so high they hide beneath her bangs.

“did i say something wrong?” you look around the table in defeat, and joshua muffles a snort into his fist. “seriously! what did i say wrong?”

“you said you’re having lunch with seungcheol,” minghao pipes up from where seungkwan looks like he wants to have your head. if not for him, you’re sure your boisterous friend would have shaken all the marbles out of your head.

“yes? so what?”

minghao arches a brow. “you’re having lunch with us. he isn’t here. we’ll wait until you make the connection.”

you stare at the table with furrowed brows, hands stilled over your lunch. why did it feel like there was something you were missing? nagging at your brain, insistent on your remembering—

your eyes widen, and minghao nods, reassured. “there she is.”

“i’m an idiot,” you gasp, scrambling up from your seat as you pack your lunch. soonyoung and yaerin giggle as seungkwan buries his face into his hands and groans, and joshua merely grins.

“glad you noticed. go,” he shoos you away with a knowing look, “we’ll watch the kids. go!”

you flash a thankful smile on your dash out of the hall and into the hallway once more, stumbling over your feet in a rush. heart pounding in your chest and stomach growling as you glance down at your lunch pitifully, you chastise yourself for forgetting about… what could you even call it? was it a date? could even date on school grounds?

the sole thought of dating him made your stomach turn like a giddy school girl with a hopeless crush. maybe you really did get your sense knocked out by glue fumes.

you slow your gait as you near the teacher’s lounge, heart climbing into your throat. would he be mad? did he think you’d bailed on him? would he hate you? you would certainly be a little miffed if someone you’d invited for lunch didn’t show up without a reason—so you figured you’d give him the truthful explanation if he’d stuck around long enough to wait.

slowly, you push the door open to the spacious room quietly, bag clutched to your chest, and bite your lip anxiously as you survey the room. you spot seokmin and chan from higher level creative arts conversing quietly in a corner and nod when they both wave in greeting. seokmin silently points towards one of the small offices, and you thank him on your way over.

“he looks like someone shat in his cheerios,” chan comments cheerfully as you walk past the duo. shaking your head, you hear seokmin smack his arm and chan’s blunt what? following suit almost puts a smile on your face.

the door to the quiet room squeaks against its hinges when you open it, and seungcheol looks up as you freeze in the entryway with a bashful grin.

“hi…” you mumble, remorse written all over your features, and you draw yourself towards a seat facing him. setting your lunch on the table, you squeeze the back of the chair and sigh. “i’m so sorry, seungcheol—i didn’t mean to be late. i lost track of time and—”

“it’s alright, you don’t have to explain yourself to me.” drawing your gaze up to his face, relief floods through your body at his reassuring smile. pulling out the chair when he gestures for you to sit, he resumes eating his lunch with a teasing look. “i’m sure whatever was holding you wasn’t too bad.”

you groan, rolling your eyes, and reopen your lunch. “joshua’s such a little shit,” you mumble, more to yourself than him, but seungcheol straightens up.

“joshua?” you look up at him quizzically and nod, chewing thoughtfully. “as in…”

“mr. hong? mm, he said being called that reminds him of his grandfather and that he’s not that age yet,” you snort. “he’s the teacher in the classroom across from mine, we were taking our classes down together.”

“i see,” seungcheol murmurs, and if you’d looked any closer, you would have seen the slight frown tugging at his lips.

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[writing-forever]

I wrote this in like two days this is the fastest I’ve ever written this many words.

Based on this art by @ayz0

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Moon shook his head as he came out of rest mode. He was in parts and service, the higher ups had said that having two robots in one body was impractical, it was also causing glitches. So they were separating him from Sun. He had tried to stop them, as had sun. But in the end he was only a robot. He wasn’t allowed to have an opinion. They had been separated anyway. Moon pressed his hands to his face. It was silent now. In his head. Before sun had always been talking. Never a moment of peace. He used to complain about that. Now he missed it.

Moon felt someone touch his shoulder. He shrugged them off. He was busy being sad.

“Oh com’on you big baby, stop pouting and give me a hug!”

SUN!?! Moon whipped his head around hitting sun in the face with the end of his hat in the process. He sat there for a second taking in Sun’s appearance. Sun just smiled at him before pulling him into a hug. Moon hugged him back, laughing at the absurdity of even this simple action. He belatedly realized that he had never actually hugged sun before. It just wasn’t possible when they were both in the same body. Moon relaxed in Sun’s arms, he smiled when he noticed that he fit in them perfectly.

Sun pulled away and held moon at arms length. “Look at you moony you have your own body now!” He grabbed moons face. “And you can make expressions too! Like me!” Sun made a face in order to prove his point.

Moon pushed suns hand away feigning annoyance. “Yeah they really outdid themselves with our new bodies didn’t they?”

“They sure did especially with bodies this small!”

“What?!” Moon looked at Sun confused. “What do you mean small??!”

Sun gestured to the room around them. “Have you not noticed that the room seems much bigger than it usually is? We are literally standing on the maintenance table.”

Moon hadn’t noticed. He looked around with wide eyes. Sun was right, the room did seem a lot bigger. Carefully he walked to the edge of the maintenance table. That was quite a ways down. The table that once reached to just below his waist was now at least twice his height. He stepped back from the edge and turned to Sun. “Why are we small?!” He asked. He really hoped he wasn’t stuck like this forever.

Sun just giggled. A typical Sun reaction to his suffering. “I think the tech said something about a prototype body, and that it’d be easier to get the virus out of your system if you weren’t constantly trying to kill them.” Sun put quotation marks around the word prototype.

Moon hummed. Well that was rude. It wasn’t like he would actually kill anybody. He just wanted to scare them a bit.

It didn’t matter now. He was certain that at barely two feet tall he wouldn’t be scaring anybody.

He heard someone clear their throat behind him and both he and Sun turned to see who it was.

Moon took a few steps backward when he saw.

It was their star but, they were so much bigger than when he last saw them. He was pretty sure he was plushie size to them now.

“Ok that was a really cute reunion and I’m sorry to interrupt, but I still need to give moon a maintenance check. “ they said.

Moon looked at at them and took a few more steps backward.

They frowned at him and held out their hand. “Com’on moonbeam I need to make sure you’re working correctly.”

Moon shook his head and they reached across the table to grab him. Moon tried to step back, out of reach, but he hadn’t realized that he was at the edge of the table. He gasped as his foot hit empty air and prepared himself to hit the floor. But then there were hands around his waist and moon let out a startled yelp as they lifted him up and sat him down at the edge of the table closest to them.

He shook his head, trying to get rid of the odd dizziness that came with being moved that quickly. His Star tsked at him and he looked up at them. They had a frown on their face that seemed to be directed at him. Probably because he had tried to run away.

“Please cooperate with me moonbean, I know you hate maintenance but the sooner we start the sooner you can be done.”

Moon nodded sheepishly and his Star held out their hand to him again. He set his hand in theirs, marveling at the fact that their hand fully engulfed his own. It used to be the other way around. His Star manipulated his hand for a moment making sure everything was working as it should and not getting stuck. When they were done they moved onto his other hand and then his arms and legs. This part was mostly normal it happened every time moon had a maintenance check. He didn’t really like it, but he didn’t hate it either.

“Ok I’m done, open your stomach hatch for me please.” His Star rapped a knuckle on his middle. This was the part he really hated. It felt so weird to have fingers messing around with his insides. He wished he didn’t have to do it. Nevertheless he opened his stomach hatch, preparing himself mentally.

His Star crouched down and stuck their fingers in his hatch. He tried to keep still as they checked his wires and gears making sure nothing was misaligned or loose.

He lit out a squeak as they touched a sensitive spot near his side. He looked up to see if they had heard him and was met with a face that looked like they wanted to coo at him. Moon crossed his arms and huffed. “Not a word.”

His Star nodded. “That wire is loose though so try not to squirm while I fix it.”

Moon nodded and braced himself as his Star stuck their fingers back in his hatch. He tensed when they touched the loose wire and was unable to stop himself from letting out a breathy giggle.

His Star made a sympathetic face. “Don’t worry I’m almost done. I don’t like being tickled either.”

Moon nodded and managed to not let out anymore embarrassing sounds.

When his Star was done they closed his hatch before picking him up under his armpits and setting him on his feet. Moon took a few steps back when he was set down, pointing at his Star accusingly. “Don’t just pick me up like that, it feels weird.” He grumbled.

His Star laughed. “Like you guys didn’t do that all the time in you’re old body. Besides,”

They turned and picked up sun like a baby. Sun snuggled into them. “Sun seems to like it.”

Moon crossed his arms. “Well that’s because he’s sun. Of course he likes it. He’s also probably been awake longer than me. I’m still getting used to being small.” Moon huffed.

His Star set sun back down on the maintenance table. “Ok I’m sorry for picking you up without asking.” They paused. “But you might have to get used to it. My boss wants me to take you guys to my house while you’re in these bodies. It’s a lot easier for some kid to break you like this and they don’t want to risk it.”

Sun gasped. “But what about the daycare?! What will happen to all the kids!?” Sun fidgeted with his hands, sending a pleading look at their handler.

“Sorry sunny, they’re closing the daycare for a bit. But it’ll be fine. I sure the kids will find somewhere else to go in the meantime. And they’ll be really excited to see you when the daycare opens again.”

Sun frowned, pondering this new information. “I guess we don’t really have a choice do we?”

Moon stepped over to sun and held out his arms. Sun hugged him tight and buried his face in moons shoulder. “Don’t worry sunny, it’ll be ok. I’m sure the kids will be fine.” Moon spoke gently, in the kind of voice he used to soothe children for nap time. Sun pulled away and and wiped at his face. He couldn’t actually cry but he had seen children do that, and it seemed to help so moon didn’t say anything about it.

“I-I’m ok.” Sun said shakily. “The daycare is gonna open up again, right?” Sun looked to their Star.

“Of course it will. It’s not even gonna be closed for too long. Only a couple of weeks.” They assured him.

Sun nodded. “I’m sorry for getting so emotional, I just really want the kids to be ok.” He smiled softly up at their Star.

“aww it’s ok sunny. I know you love the kids. But they’ll be fine for a few weeks. Besides now I get you guys all to myself.” They grinned.

Sun laughed. “Yeah I guess you do.” Sun’s face lit up as he remembered something. “Oh my, we’re going to your house right? I’ve never been outside the pizzaplex before! How does you house look? Is it really big!?”

Their Star laughed at Sun’s enthusiasm. “It’s not too big, but it should be plenty of space for you two. It’s kinda cozy if I do say so myself.” They said with a proud smirk. “Oh, speaking of my house, my shift is almost over we need to get going.” They looked over Sun and Moon for a moment. “The pizzaplex is full right now so if you guys want to walk you have to hold my hands, otherwise I’ll have to carry you ok?”

Moon made a face. So far he did not like being small. But he guessed it was better than being carried. Sun however had a different opinion. “I’m ok with being carried! I wouldn’t want to get hurt on the floor! Safety is always my number one priority! How about you moony?”

Moon huffed. “I’ll pass. I’d rather walk.”

“Ok well now that that’s decided, moon I’ll get you down from there so you can walk.” Their Star said , reaching for moon.

Moon shook his head. “I can get down on my own,” He said stiffly.

Their Star raised an eyebrow at him. “I’m sure you could. But I don’t want to risk it.” They said. “Please stop making this harder for me I need to clock out.”

Moon grumbled but complied. He stepped forward and their Star grabbed him around the waist and set him on the floor. This was even weirder than when he was on the table. Their Star was so tall now, he only reached to just above their knees. Moon shook his head. He could think about it later.

Their Star picked up sun and held him against their hip before reaching down to hold moons hand. Moon reluctantly put his hand in theirs. He felt like a small child.

Once their Star was holding his hand they led him out of parts and service and into the main lobby of the pizzaplex.

They had been right it was full. Moon cowered closer to their Star as they picked their way through the crowd. He looked up at sun who was being held safely in their arms. He was looking around at all the lights and people.

He had never been allowed outside the daycare so he was understandably amazed by all the chaos. Moon thought it was pretty cool too. He had only ever been out of the daycare at night when the pizzaplex was empty. It was kind of weird seeing it filled with people.

Unfortunately he couldn’t appreciate it as much as sunny, he was too busy dodging around people and trying not to get squished.

Eventually they made their way to the exit and walked through the parking lot until they got to their Star’s car. They let go of moons hand for a moment to unlock the door before setting sun in the backseat and turning to moon. “Can you get up there by yourself or do you need help?” They asked

Moon scoffed. “It’s not that high.” He said, before climbing into the backseat next to sun.

Their Star shut the door and climbed into the drivers seat. “Buckle up guys. Safety first.” Sun and moon did as they were told and their Star pulled out of the parking lot and headed toward their house.

#this would’ve been longer #but I want to focus on my main story #it was really fun to write tho #eve does dumb stuff #my writing #sun fnaf #sundrop #sun #moon #moon fnaf #moondrop #security breach #sorry if the ending is meh #yctau #Star OC they/them