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Character Timelines: Pink

I've decided to write out timelines documenting the personal history of each character that I'm working with for Strange Fascination, since keeping all my made-up facts straight is getting to be difficult when it's just inside my head. (It's also difficult to keep anything straight when you're writing what ultimately becomes a queer romance, heyoooo)

...anyway, I'm going to start with Pink because I've fleshed out his background the most. All timelines go right up to the beginning of Strange Fascination. (This is a LONG-ASS POST if you click, just a warning.)

November 1943: Floyd Andrew Pinkerton is born in a small English village to parents Jonathan and Marion.

February 1944: Jonathan Pinkerton is killed in action during World War II.

1953: Floyd meets and befriends two of the boys who would later grow up to become members of his band, The Pink Floyd Sound. They give each other nicknames, his being "Pinky." Floyd starts experimenting with writing, though it's a half-hearted attempt because his mother and his teachers discourage him from pursuing it seriously.

1955: An impulse purchase of a 45'' record with money he saved up from allowance/chores introduces Floyd to rock and roll. At once he knows what he wants to do with the rest of his life- namely, make music and become famous. He begins writing songs in earnest.

1956: One of Floyd's friends has a brother who's moving away to university, and he's giving away a few things that he can't take with him and has no interest in anymore- one of them being an acoustic guitar. Floyd jumps on the chance to learn an instrument and takes lessons from his friend's brother over the summer, with the agreement being that if Floyd gets good enough, the brother will give him the guitar to keep. Floyd gets good enough, and starts practicing for hours every afternoon after he comes home from school, much to his mother's chagrin.

1959: Floyd and his two friends form a band for the first time, with Floyd on guitar and vocals, one friend on drums, and the other on bass. They're not called The Pink Floyd Sound- not yet. As they practice and get better and better, their gigs graduate from basements and backyards to their first "real" performance at a most prestigious venue- the county fair. They're paid mostly in free food. It's a small start, but it's something.

1961: A local talent contest is announced, and Floyd enrolls the band without checking the date. Turns out it's the night before his final O-level exam, but he couldn't care less. The band comes in first place in the competition, earning a cash prize (and Floyd passes his exam, too). With the money and their savings, the band records their first single, a very very early version of one of the first songs Floyd ever wrote, “Money.” It's a rush job that only takes several hours, without time to fix any mistakes or do any finessing where the mix is concerned, and the equipment used is pretty cheap, but the song itself shows Floyd's potential. The band spends the summer trying to pitch the single and use it to leverage more gigs, but it doesn't go much of anywhere. Eventually, autumn rolls around and the bassist and drummer head off to university. Floyd would have gone too, but he decided to defer entrance for a year to look after his mother. With the bassist and drummer being gone, the band's future is put on a brief pause. He receives letters from his friends, who are attending the same university, and resents that they're still meeting up whenever they can while he's stuck in the village where he's spent his entire life. He gets a job and as soon as he can, he starts going out to visit his friends on the weekends. With the money he’s making from his job, Floyd saves up to to pay half for an electric guitar, and his mother gives him the other half, realizing that he’s serious about his musical dreams even though she still doesn’t approve of them. Floyd feels ashamed that he had to rely on her to pay for half, and always fails to mention her involvement from that point on whenever he's explaining where he got his guitar from.

1962: Partly feeling like his dues to his mother/village have been paid, and mostly feeling like he has to get out of his hometown or he'll go insane, Floyd finally attends university come autumn. (Don't ask me what he majored in, that's one detail I still haven't worked out.) Now that he's closer to his friends, he notices that 1. they're all much better musicians than they used to be, and 2. they've got a new social circle that he's not fully a part of. One of their new friends is a very talented keyboardist. As soon as possible, Floyd gets the band back together, eventually inviting the keyboardist to join. They begin to do gigs around school, which Floyd ends up focusing on much more than his studies. They name the band The Pink Floyd Sound, after the nickname that Floyd has started regularly using ever since arriving at university.

1963-1966: Several things happen during this period of time, but I’m not sure of the specific years corresponding to each. The band starts to become well-known, playing around several towns, with a few residencies at underground clubs. Audrey Dorian frequently attends one such residency, but she and Pink aren’t introduced until later. The band gets a manager and, in 1966, records and releases their first couple of singles, “Arnold Layne” and “See Emily Play.” Gradually, Pink abandons his studies to focus on music full time. He and the drummer start sharing a flat, but Pink is rarely home, preferring to stay out late and crash at other people’s places when he can. He also visits his mother often on weekends, but tension from her disapproval of his career choice and shame from still being so closely connected to her eventually leads to him visiting her less frequently. During this period, Pink also experiments with drugs for the first time (pot and LSD), and experiences aural hallucinations for the first time. Although the LSD didn’t cause the hallucinations, he does experience them the day after he’s first dropped acid. The hallucinations stay pretty consistent from this point to the rest of his life- they're always the voices of figures from his life, usually people who he hasn't seen in a long time, either berating him or repeating a phrase that he remembers them saying over and over.

1967: The Pink Floyd Sound release their first album, appropriately also titled The Pink Floyd Sound. Pink wrote every song on it, except for “Interstellar Overdrive,” a jam song credited to the full band. The fresh, trippy sounds win the band some renown, and they embark on their first proper tour, traveling to America as well as throughout Europe.

1968: Between touring, which doesn’t leave much time for writing songs, and the frustrations of Pink’s band members, who all have been stretching their wings on the compositional front, Pink cautiously opens himself to collaboration within the band. The result is A Saucerful of Secrets, which only has 3-4/7 tracks written by Pink. (Still trying to decide if “Jugband Blues” is a song that exists in universe, since I feel like it wouldn’t speak to Pink’s mental/emotional state at this point in time.) While touring in support of A Saucerful of Secrets, Pink meets up with a fan, Audrey Dorian, who tells him that she used to see him play in clubs all the time in the early 60’s, but never had the courage to say hello. They begin seeing each other on and off. This year’s tour leaves everyone feeling burnt out, as Pink copes with his undiagnosed schizoaffective disorder by experimenting further with drugs (although he never develops an addiction. Also, don't ask me what drugs he's using by this point, that's another thing I haven't figured out), and tensions begin to blossom within the band as Pink's bandmates feel they're being unfairly slighted by the press and the public in favor of Pink. Their first show upon returning to English soil is also a disaster, as the venue is too small and fans rush the stage, to the point of the show stopping as security interferes. Sensing how sour things are getting, the band takes some time off to recuperate and figure out how they want to work together (at the urging of Pink's bandmates, as Pink would rather just ignore the problem like he ignores all his other problems).

1969: During The Pink Floyd Sound's hiatus, Pink and Audrey become serious in their relationship, and Pink moves in with her. A live album is released to tide the Pink Floyd Sound fans over while the band is still writing and resting. Pink prefers to write alone, but Audrey overhears him working on a song called “If” one day and encourages him not to scrap it, even though he doesn’t think much of it (or rather, finds it to be too vulnerable to share). A new working method comes about for The Pink Floyd Sound- each member will write songs individually for the next album, so as not to get in anyone’s way (i.e., Pink’s way).

1970: The Pink Floyd Sound releases their third studio album, Atom Heart Mother. The song that Audrey wanted Pink to save, “If,” is on it, which by this point he feels pretty proud of until he hears “Summer ‘68,” the song his keyboardist has come up with, which in his eyes puts his song to shame. But that’s okay- the first song on the album (in fact, the entire first side of the album) is the “Atom Heart Mother Suite,” and although the entire band worked on that piece, Pink had the most input into how it eventually was to sound. The band goes on tour again, and it's a smaller-scale tour compared to the previous one, which resets the band's equilibrium ever so slightly. The "Atom Heart Mother Suite" captures the attention of a record executive Cyrus Reeves, who introduces himself to Pink at a holiday party in December that The Pink Floyd Sound’s record label is hosting. Cyrus offers to sign Pink as a solo artist, praising his genius, but Pink is reluctant to take that step, remembering how being singled out nearly tore his band apart, and not being confident enough in his own abilities as a musician.

1971: Sometime early in the year, maybe in March, Pink’s mother dies of illness. (Don't ask me what illness it is, I haven't figured that out yet.) The band has just gotten together to start their next round of writing and recording, but the news devastates Pink, so he cancels the sessions. For most of Pink's adult life, he's seen his mother as a paranoid attention seeker, so he never took her too seriously whenever she called him up talking about her various ailments. Now he's consumed with regret over not having visited her frequently enough when she was ill. Pink takes Audrey back to his hometown to attend the funeral, and feels embarrassed to have her see this part of his life that he hasn't shared much with her. They only stay at the funeral for as long as it's required- Pink can't wait to get out of there. Cyrus sends flowers, and Pink is surprised that he did so. Meanwhile, Pink's bandmates try to provide condolences, but they're simultaneously feeling pressured because they have a commitment to their record label and they have to keep writing/recording the album in order to make their autumn release deadline. The album ends up being mainly composed (instrumentally) by Pink's bandmates, while Pink's main task is solely to provide lyrics. (Exceptions are the songs "San Tropez," which Pink wrote some time before beginning work on the album and only put on the album because they needed an extra song, and "Echoes," which he worked on collaboratively with his bandmates.) The band continues to play shows throughout the summer, but Pink's heart isn't in it, and he numbs himself further with drugs. His hallucinations worsen, as he starts hearing his mother's voice in his head. He also distances himself from Audrey, which scares her. Desperate to shake Pink out of his depression and to give him something to look forward to, Audrey suggests they get married, which is something that Pink's mother had wanted. Pink initially didn't want to get married for that very reason, but now, desiring to atone for what he sees as abandoning his mother and also relying on Audrey to provide him with strength, he agrees and they get engaged. The band's album, Meddle, is released in the autumn, and shortly thereafter, Cyrus once again approaches Pink with his offer. This time, instead of turning it down, Pink says he'll think about it, and he'll have an answer for Cyrus by the end of the band's next tour. He and Audrey get married in December.

1972: The Pink Floyd Sound tour again in support of Meddle, and it's miserable. Pink is unhappy from the get-go due to feeling frustrated with his bandmates, and his bandmates in turn are frustrated with him. He also misses Audrey and is worried about their future together, as when the tour ends, they'll need to start seriously planning what their married life is going to look like. By the end of the tour, Pink contacts Cyrus and tells him that he'd like to take his offer. He tells the band right after the last show of the tour, which results in a drunken fistfight in an alley between himself and his bassist, who resents Pink for making that decision without consulting the band, thus leaving them in the lurch. After all the songs he's written, all his drive to get the band to commit to their career, and even giving the band his name, how could he leave them like this? Pink, however, doesn't care. He signs with Pasture Records, and spends the rest of the year navigating new contracts and new personnel, while also slaving away at the songs for what's to become his first solo album. Cyrus Reeves becomes Pink's new manager. (Yes, he was an A&R man and now he's a manager. I don't know how that works. I haven't figured it out yet.)

1973: Pink's first solo album, The Dark Side of the Moon, is released, and it's worth all the headache and heartache he went through trying to make it. Maybe it's because he's been out of the public eye for a year, or maybe it's because it's just THAT good, but critics and fans alike eat this album up. Pink manages to write about several personal topics on this album- "Us and Them" is inspired by his father's death in the war, while "The Great Gig in the Sky," while never directly stated by Pink, is widely assumed to have been written/recorded in honor of his mother. The album also features one of Pink's oldest songs, "Money," which becomes a smash hit. Doors begin to open up to Pink that were closed to him before. He begins to ride a wave of success, where things are handed to him, and believe it or not, he enjoys it. At least at first. Naturally, a tour follows, which has its ups and downs. Pink's not a fan of the bigger venues he's playing, but the rock star life has its perks- mostly drugs and rock and roll for Pink, but he does cautiously explore sex, partly because it's being offered to him and partly because in his experience with Audrey, he's always been convinced that something is missing. This can't be what everyone else gets so worked up over, can it? Ultimately, Pink doesn't experiment too much on this front, as he knows he should be loyal to Audrey, but the drugs are great and the music is being lavished with praise and life is going well, or at least well enough. It does cause some frustration when the journalists and promoters with whom Pink must frequently chat don't seem to grasp the intensity of the album's themes, though.

1974: Early on in this year, Pink receives an award for The Dark Side of the Moon (don't ask me what it is, I haven't figured it out yet- although I do think it's probably not a Grammy). At the awards, he ends up bumping into his old bassist, who he expects to be sneering and condescending, but his bassist is coldly cordial. At the end of their brief conversation, though, Pink's bassist reminds him that he wouldn't have gotten this far if it wasn't for the rest of the band. That comment, coupled with how unmoved his bassist appears to be by Pink's success, rattles Pink to the core. Within a few weeks, he's begun to write his next solo album. During the writing process, Pink ends up ignoring a lot of his outside responsibilities unless they pertain to him, i.e. an interview he has to give, leaving Audrey stranded among items to buy, rooms to clean, and bills to pay. Pink, in turn, doesn't understand why Audrey can't wholeheartedly support him like she always has in the past. They begin to argue more frequently than they used to, or at least they argue more directly instead of Pink clamming up and refusing to talk about the issue, and Audrey deciding it's best to ignore what's troubling her and fix it herself. These arguments distress Pink, and he uses drugs and television to cope with his overwhelming feelings.

1975: Now that Pink's second album has been written, he goes into the studio to record it. Welcome to the Machine is a reflection on Pink's life in the music business, save one song, "Goodbye Blue Sky," inspired by his father. When it's released, critics hoot and holler over it just like they did with Dark Side of the Moon. It's only Pink's second solo album, and he's already biting the hand that feeds him! Grab the popcorn, everyone! The tour that accompanies Welcome to the Machine is less pleasant for Pink than his previous one, partly due to having parted on bad terms with Audrey before leaving for the tour, and also due to his discomfort in the ever-increasing concert venues. To deal with his negative feelings over the course of the tour, he turns to his old standbys- drugs and television- and begins to pursue sex in earnest (at least, to the degree that when it's offered to him, he won't turn it down), though he still feels somewhat uncomfortable in such situations. Still, it helps distract him from the grueling tour and from his mental problems, so he continues to partake.

1976: It's now become customary for Pink to block off a significant amount of time solely for writing before beginning work on his next album, and ever since he's started making bank as a solo artist, his label has gladly indulged him. For several months, Pink works on the concept for his next record, and spends an even longer amount of time recording it. During this time, his home life gets even rockier as his constant schmoozing and attention from the press often makes him unavailable to Audrey- not helped by his emotional unavailability, as even when he's in the house, it's almost like he might as well not be there to begin with. Longing for both an emotional and physical connection with her husband, Audrey begins to despair at Pink's customary gestures (wife's upset? Get her flowers. That's all you need to do!), which leads to Pink feeling that the effort is wasted and no longer doing even the bare minimum, which drives a wedge between himself and Audrey even more.

1977: Animals is released early in the year, to prepare for Pink's world tour that will accompany the album's release. Most of the songs on the album are a concept based on Pink's observations of society, but the tracks that bookend the album were written for Audrey. Audrey isn't sure if they're just a gesture like the flowers were, or if this means that Pink is still in love with her (or rather, how she perceives Pink as being), but this is enough to convince her to stay in the relationship a bit longer. For the rest of the year, Pink is on tour, and this one is miserable again. He's reached the top, but as the saying goes, it's lonely up there- not that his fans seem to mind, because more and more are latching themselves onto his work every day, and growing more and more rabid with each release. It gets to the point where Pink can't go outside on his own anymore, so he spends most of the tour sitting around in hotel rooms, where- you guessed it- he watches TV, takes drugs, and invites women to his bed. When he's onstage, the cavernous venues he's playing and the audience's lack of respect alienate him further from the experience. By the time the tour ends, all Pink wants to do is rest, and yet he has to attend to everything that Audrey's been trying to keep up with while he's been away, plus attend to what she wants from him, plus attend to his label's demands... It is Toom Uch. For a while, Pink gets the crazy idea to turn his back on the entire business, but this is exactly what he's wanted since he was a kid, so why isn't he happy?

1978: ...honestly, this one is kind of a blank year in my head- I think I should have started SF: ALS at the beginning of 1979 instead of 1980, but it's too late to change that now. Anyway, I imagine Pink does SOMETHING this year before he begins to work on his next album, because his next album is kind of hastily slapped together. Feeling lots of pressure to top himself, Pink spends most of the year writing different songs, flailing around looking for a style that speaks to him, before throwing away all his attempts. He also begins to seriously worry about the voices in his head and his bouts of paranoia, which he's previously tried his best to shut out. He tries to quit drugs, thinking they're to blame, but can't ever successfully do so. He worries that he's going mad and maybe he's lost his talent. He tries to connect with Audrey, to make things how they used to be, but he's too afraid of reaching out and being vulnerable around her after he's spent so long pushing her away. Finally, later in the year (I want to say in the autumn), he begins to sketch out some new material, which doesn't take very long for him to record at all.

March 1979: Rock 'n' Roll Refugee, which takes a swerve into arena rock music bordering on the generic, is released. At first Pink thought he was making an ironic album, parodying the type of shit that his freshly-minted fanboys would eat up, but by the end of the album's making, even he wasn't sure if it was meant to be ironic anymore. Rock 'n' Roll Refugee is nowhere near as popular as Pink's last three albums, but the lead single "Young Lust" earns it enough attention to justify going on another big tour.

June-July 1979: Pink tours Europe. Just like last time, he's not pleased with the tour, but this time he feels resigned and trapped in quiet desperation, rather than feeling outright irritable and unhappy. He still indulges in drugs, sex, and television, but even those coping mechanisms have become habitual.

October-November 1979: After a break, Pink tours America in the fall. This time, he doesn't even think about Audrey before leaving. However, as the tour wears on, Pink begins to miss Audrey- or at least, he begins to miss having someone beside him in bed, someone who can support him at his lowest. He knows what the reality is- that he and Audrey have been drifting apart for some time now, and she wouldn't just wholeheartedly accept him if he ever managed to get over his fear of opening up to him- but he clings to this fantasy. Often he calls her when he's feeling down, but due to time zones (perhaps a deliberate self-sabotage on Pink's part), Audrey never picks up the phone. The more Pink isolates himself, the worse his hallucinations get. They start to become visual as well as aural, although at first they're only brief flashes. Ironically, even as Pink hates the experience of touring more and more, wishing that he could just walk away from it all and start over again, his fans still go nuts over his performances, to the point where shortly before Pink's first show in LA, the fans cause a stampede as they try to get into the show, trampling several people. Pink is scheduled to perform in LA the next day as well, and during the day, he tries to call Audrey again, only for a man to pick up on the other end of the line. This sends Pink's paranoia into overdrive, and he believes that Audrey is cheating on him. In his depressing and desperation to stop thinking about it, he invites a groupie back to his room, only to discover once he gets there that his heart is most definitely not in it, and all he can manage to do is sit there and watch TV. The woman he's pushed aside still wants to engage him, but Pink is consumed with thoughts of what he sees as Audrey's betrayal and ends up breaking down, running the woman off and destroying his hotel room. As he slips into psychosis, Pink decides that this is the final straw and from now on, he's not going to let anyone hurt him again, because he's not going to let anyone come near him again, ever. He ends up shaving all of his hair off in what he sees to be a means of turning people away from him (if he looks like this, maybe those around him will feel disgusted or think he's crazy and they won't come near him), and also hallucinates and reflects on the past that created him. Eventually a maid finds him unconscious, and she tells the hotel manager, who comes in with Cyrus (yes, Cyrus is Pink's tour manager too, don't ask me how- I haven't figured it out yet) to take stock of the situation. A doctor is called, and Cyrus persuades the doctor to give Pink a shot to wake him up in time for the show. The shot, however, only worsens Pink's psychosis, and while he does make it to the venue, he believes that he's in charge of a fascist rally, thanks to his last thoughts being of World War II and also seeing the fans' worship of him as that of political zealots, the same sort of people who put Hitler in power. Instead of performing, Pink launches into a bigoted tirade against his fans, some of whom are disgusted, and some of whom continue to cheer. Then, caught in the grip of his psychosis, Pink imagines the end result of this type of violence he's trying to incite, and he's so horrified that he leaves the stage and seeks refuge in a restroom. The show is cancelled, and Pink is promptly hospitalized, then sent back to England, where he's hospitalized again.

December-January 1980: Pink spends these months admitted to a mental ward. He's plied with drugs that keep him compliant and on an even keel (don't ask me what they are, I haven't figured that out yet), learns several grounding techniques in therapy (though he doesn't use much of them), and writes in his journal until he realizes that the doctors are keeping track of what he writes. He receives no visitors until towards the end of January, when Cyrus arrives at the hospital bearing some news. Unfortunately, as badly as Pink wants to leave the music industry behind, there's no way out of his contract. He HAS to record one last album before Pasture Records will let him go. And with that, Strange Fascination: A Love Story begins.

#Pink #The Wall #timeline #headcanons

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solo-piper · 1 year

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🧠 Use this for whichever OC you wanna talk about!

OH BOY. OKAY!! 🧠 - What do you like most about the OC?

alright well. because i am Insane about my little guys i'm going to talk about every single one (that is currently rotating around in my brain) <3

1. Scraps (he/they/it/blue) — I love how he's just a big wuss. Scraps is the little guy in my pfp, he's a plushie that has the mental age of a very young child. His biggest concerns are being eaten by monsters and playing in his office with his paper buddies(2 crumpled up pieces of paper with pink and blue blob on their heads. The blobs represent bows. They're called Mrs and Mr Paper respectively) and Mr. Rocky (a rock with a straight face drawn on it, he wears a party hat). 2. Binbon (it/they) — My favorite thing about Binbon is that it was a team effort!! My friends picked its name, pronouns, and color palette. Binbon's a chef in the office, their height and color changes with its emotions but when neutral it's 7'0 and purple. Gentle giant <3 3. Ted (he/any pronouns) — This one's tough. I love everything about this guy. He's a robot technician. he's autism (as all robots are). his visibly robotic hand can turn into any tool, but because of faults in his wiring it hurts to do or just doesn't work at all. Also his hair is very long <3 But I guess if I had to choose something, it would be his character development. Ted, as it stands right now, has no personality of his own, but he's gonna go through an arc where he becomes his own person. 4. Pinky (it/its) — My favorite thing about it? It's itty bitty. and it has a little pink bow on its head. little thang <3 Pinky is a special #H1VE-b (I have a ref of them on my art blog @pipster-doodles), it tumbled out of the mind control facility through the vents and ended up meeting an employee face to face! Thanks to it, the other small #H1VE-b's started sneaking out of the mind facility to watch all the employees. The H1VEs were supposed to be mindless machines that just did work fixing up the MCF and some parts of the office but then they were introduced to the concepts of love and hate and joy and sorrow and Emotions by watching everyone in the office and now they're like big cats. 5. Tapper (he/him) — Tbh I like his ambitions. He's the hall monitor in the office but he really just wants to quit and become a tap dancer. He's a tall guy with traffic lights for a head. He takes hall-monitoring very seriously tho and will chase after you if you run in the halls. Also he has a whistle <3 6. Chip & Quip — Packaged deal. love that together they're Idiots (capital i). I cant even describe what they look like for the life of me so have this picture:

idiots. once Quip had a potion fall on his head that turned him into Scraps and Chip decided to remedy this by throwing potions at him until he turned back to normal. The alchemist kicked them out immediately.

#look at my ocs boy #sorry for giving you more info than you asked for i just needed to talk about these losers #solo's brilliant posts

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Wanings, this story is for people 18 and older, may contain content others

might find it upsetting such as kidnapping, drugs, Yandere, and Overprotective, also I do not condone the Behaviors displayed in this story. Just because I have written it with my name as the main character, dose not mean I would ever do this, this is Strictly for fun and not a Reflection of who I am as a person, with that out of the way enjoy.

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(Patricia Pov)

The Forest wasnt a typically place for a young women to live, Especially one that dreamed of that Cozy little housewife life, But I made it work, my Cozy little cabin was filled with embroidered little pillows in Soft pastel pinks and purples and yellows, White lace doilies lined the tables, the Couch had a floral pattern and on the wall was A large flat screen TV, After all I wasn't too much of an old fashioned girl, I even had a Laptop for my work, the Graphic designer at a dating Agency, But Despite working for a dating Agency I had no Husbend to come home to, no sweetheart to call my own.

But iam a Patient Women, and sooon I will In Snag a fly to my hunny covered web, after all the Park ranger station is just down the rode and those men are like family, so they understand that if my little fly Escapes his sweet web i worked so hard on, My little Worker bees will just bring him right back.

A loud ringing echoed through the room and I was soon brought out of my thoughts, I was qwick to pick it up.

“Hay Patricia, A couple of young man just stoped by, they were asking about Cabins, I sent them over to your neck of the woods, They look pretty strong, calls us if you need Any tranquilizer darts or pills or strong rope or metal chains!” the young mans cheerful voce spoke, I Let out a small squeal that the young man obviously heard has he chuckled in amusement.

“Thank you Sunny, I’ll Take you up on that offer Of supplies if one of your men would bring it over tomorrow!” i happy spoke, After a couple more exchanges I soon hung up the phone.

My body never Left the soft pink curtain window, Watching intensely for the men to Arrive, my eyes Lit up upon seeing them cross through at the clearing of thick trees in the distance, I feailt my heart skep a beat, the Boys at the station never mentioned Who these men were, but I knew Even from the distance that they were at that they were none other than steve rogers and bucky barnes, men Lost in an era they werent Meant for, men Straight from the '40s, Perfectly and practically in need of a sweet little housewife, It practically had to pinch myself to ensure it wasn't a dream or a free hallucination brought on by Cabin Fever, but it wasnt, the men were geting cloer by the moment, the sun was In its early stages of setting painting the sky in a very light orange, Soon the men crossed the threshold and I heard A loud and assertive knock.

I giggled as i Raced to the bottom of the stairs to let them in,I practically swung open the door, Once realizing what I've done I could feel my cheeks go bright red cuz I looked up at them.

“Oh um, are you Miss Patricia, Your alot younger then what we Expected, is it all right if we come in, we were told you have room for us!” I'm Steve Rogers spoke in a honey sweet voice.

“Its no trouble at all, i get it alot, there arnt alot of 22 year olds with my name!” I Awkwardly exclaimed, I feailt so nervous, these men could take me out with a Single pinky finger, there was no way that keeping them here was going to be easy.

I watched as they carefully took there shoes off and Proceeded up the stairs, I fallowed behind them, feeling very small Compared to them.

“You can put your bags in the large dark bule room, I hope you tow dont mind sharing the bed.” I said softy.

Buky whent in first and steve smiled softly at me. “Thank you miss, and we dont mind, also I apologize he's not much of a talker, hes been Through a lot.” Steve spoke, I nodded my head,I understood what he meant,it was all over the news, Steve rogers and Bucky barnes Fugitives of the law, Steve even had to Resign as Captain America.

“Would you like anything to eat?” I asked softy, he smiledbut shock his head no.

“It's ok miss, Bucky and I have already eaten.” he smiled,I smiled back. “Well if you need anything, my room next door.” I smiled, and he gave me a thumbs up, I soon turned on my heels and went to my room for the night.

#Stucky x me #Self indulgent #Self indulgent writeing #bucky #steve #yandere #marvel self insert #stucky #stevebucky

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ofstarsandskies · 1 month

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🌟🌟 obligatory one for lulu and purple elle too? also feel better soon n_n

🌟 Drop one of my characters’ names in my inbox and I’ll tell you 10 facts about them 🌟 || @mathcs (Thx btw, least hearing's coming back a bit--)

Unlike most, Elle only takes lukewarm baths or showers as to not dry out her skin. There's also probably not a single skincare routine she hasn't tried and/or is currently using.

Throwing knives as her weapon of choice was mainly due to Victor refusing to let her engage in close range, but also not wanting her to face gun recoil. Engraving the cats was her personal touch.

Elle owes at least half her weapon proficiency to Rideaux, her teacher. His comments hurt at times, but she'll say it also toughened her up. And it taught her how to lie to Victor so there wasn't a murder that night.

Elle began eating tomatoes at around the time she turned 13 after she read tomatoes help reduce sunburn risks. She's no enthusiast, but she won't turn down a good pasta margherita anymore.

Sometimes Elle has Victor braid her ponytails for her to relive old times. She notes Victor takes way longer to do it than her Dad, though.

She's considered the nicknames "Elly", "Noelle", "Ella", and "Elliana" to try and combat the Elle Conundrum when hanging out in Star's dimension. Her younger self just calls her "Big Me"/"Big Elle", which works too (for now).

Despite living in such a secluded spot, Elle does have a small social circle she met online. She's had a couple girls nights over at their homes (though she has to keep her phone glued to her every hour in case Victor goes full helicopter parent).

Elle did actually manage to secure the newer Bunnykins doll after the original got busted for its use of poached monsters. She also has other Bunnykins merch like her favorite Bunnykins Pink pen. Jude's seen what evils she's done with that.

Sometimes she'll summon the Spyrite Origin to help practice how to be an older sister to the little Elle. She also asks questions that Victor wouldn't answer under constant torture (like what Direct Tethering is).

Her usual online screen name is "Pinky Promise🌠" as a loving memory to how she promised Victor they'd go to Canaan together. Though they never made it, she considers the promise met since they're still around post-Trial.

I'mma do 50/50 for SMT IV AU and Canon cause you know why lol

For some reason, Lulu has an odd affinity for trying to play with others' GHS screens. Almost makes you think he's used to it...

Getting fat was all Julius' doing. He thought Lulu needed more food since he was underweight as a kitten, and suffice to say it worked out great--

If you asked him where his favorite spot to be pet, he would say his stomach. At his weight, it's hard to reach and lick without some real kitty extortionist magic.

The bell on his collar was added to make sure if he ever sneaks into the food cabinet, of you'll hear him alright. Still manages occasionally, though.

Due to a mixup, Lulu has drank a Life Bottle before. Luckily all it did to him was give him a drug high only the strongest catnip could ever hope to replicate.

Despite hating water like most cats, Lulu is actually a really good swimmer. He's had to learn due to Issachar sometimes tipping their rowboats on accident.

Though Burroughs does embellish this speech, Lulu actually 'talks' pretty sophisticated in cat language. Other cats from Tokyo can't understand his meows very well because of it.

After many an accident zapping himself straight to the River Styx, Lulu has refined his Thunder Reigns to pierce through Null/Reflect. He's also used this to power can openers he finds to open his cat food cans when humans say 'no more'.

Lulu's favorite songs are hardcore metal. If Jude ever played one in the car, he would yowl along with the vocals cause he finds it fun. Not even Burroughs can tell you why he's like this.

Lulu has tried using the Soulstone from Amaterasu to try and make Jude's car a flying racecar. Alas, since tires don't work in the air, they usually stay grounded so they're not locked to a certain speed.

#mathcs #m;; The Original Key #m;; Nyaa?#lau;; Tokyo's Saviurr #[One of these days I need to write more SMT IV Lulu Memes.]#[Gotta remember to cut skit portraits for Lulu and Burroughs...]

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theshadowcreator · 10 months

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They are real

A my little pony creepypasta that is basedon a true story

I love reading and listening to creepypasta’s especially when it comes to my little pony. I listened to them a lot until last night when I had a nightmare about them.

It started off like any dream, it was me and my family packing our bags to go on vacation during the summer I don’t know exactly where we went but the hotel rooms were nice. I shared one with my younger sister let’s call her Sarah. Now I do have two older sisters which they were put in a different room. Our room was pink even the beds and canopy was pink. I loved it but Sarah hated it. Sarah hates pink but it is my favorite color. I out my AirPods in and put YouTube on my phone. My recommended page on YouTube was full of five nights at Freddy’s and my little pony creepyoasta’s. I usually don’t listen to them at night bc I know It will cause me to have nightmares so I put on an audiobook from the five nights at Freddy’s book series and drifted off to sleep. I woke up with YouTube playing “why I don’t watch my little pony anymore” By the lay narrator. It was almost over. I turned it off bc I was scared. I had a nightmare but I don’t remember what it was about.

This lasted for a few weeks before things started happening. I saw Fluttershy in one of my dreams. Fluttershy is also my favorite character. She looked filthy and her eyes were black. Her hair looked like it hadn’t been brushed in weeks and her smile stretched all the way to the end of her face. She also had sharp teeth that could bite into someone’s skin. The same happened for the next night except if was pinkie pie. She also looked filthy and had black eyes with the same smile and teeth but her hair was straight and neatly brushed and she had dark holes in her hooves. It was a terrifying sight. I began to see people around town and even in buildings look exactly like these characters. They didn’t say anything but stared at each other and moving their mouths as if they were having a conversation but no sound came out of their mouths. My family weee the only normal ones in town. I went to my sister about the nightmares I was having and what I see everyday now when I look at people. I also drew pictures of the characters so she could see what they looked like so I didn’t have to describe them. “Maybe it’s what your listening to when you sleep”

“It’s not my fault. No matter what I do those stories start playing I started deleting every app a have because of that” I was getting annoyed because she was bit understanding what I was saying.

I went to sleep while hugging my Isabelle toy the one I got from build a bear a year ago. This time I didn’t play anything and my phone was turned all the way off but I still had another nightmare.

I woke up and stared at these pictures and noticed that Fluttershy’s hair was moving. That’s impossible for a drawing. I went to pick it up but noticed that I no long had hands but yellow hooves. I looked in a mirror and screamed. I has turned into one of them.

I woke up out of breath. I slowed my breathing and came to terms that it was just a dream but I have those pictures of pinkie pie and fluttershy in my head and I don’t think they will ever leave.

Hey guys thanks for reading this story. It took some time and strength to write this as I did have this exact dream. The only thing that was made up was the name of my sister and how many days we spent there bc I don’t remember how many days we were there. I hope you guys enjoy and have a good day.

#they are real #TheShadowcreator #my little pony creepypasta

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astranva · 4 years

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harry’s child being jealous about the new baby getting all the attention and he has to reassure her that he loves them both the same 😔💔

Title: Pinky Promise

Word Count: 2.7k

Category: Slight angst, Fluff dad!Harry

Warnings: A couple of F words.

I loved writing that omg my heart😪❤

You remember 4 years ago, in September of 2016 when you told Harry you were pregnant. Well, technically, you shouted it out.

Both of you being fans of Adele, you had decided to attend her show in Madison Square Garden.

Harry was already working on his debut album and knew he needed a break, especially when he was a nervous wreck.

You remember it all starting with your lack of appetite then suddenly feeling like eating everything and anything edible. You blamed it on hormones, until morning sickness happened. If there was one thing you absolutely loathed, it was nausea. You remember waking up to churn and throw up, your throat only hurting and your muscles aching due to the fact that your body had already digested the food you had eaten the night before and you hadn’t had anything to eat yet that morning, but your body still felt the need to make you run to stick your head inside the toilet bowl.

The first 3 days it happened, you were alone, with Harry being in the studio after leaving you notes that told you about his whereabouts and that he loved you and couldn’t wait to see you.

Not wanting to trouble his inspiration and progress, you only told him that you had an upset stomach every time he questioned why you looked sick.

You remember one day, after Harry was out with Jeff, that you called your best friend and had them bring you a pregnancy test, choosing to avoid any tabloid-talk.

Your heart was thumping, palms sweaty, nausea already kicking in as you waited after following the instructions.

And then it happened; a cry of surprise, eyes growing tearful as one hand was clasped on your mouth while the other held the test tightly – pregnant.

You knew that Harry loved a lot of people, a lot of things, a lot of abstract ideas, like love. You knew he loved kids, and he had often talked to you about them, telling you that he saw you and him starting a family.

It was why after you knew and had checked up at the obstetrician’s and knew that you were 3 weeks pregnant, you were giddy and excited to let Harry know but had decided to do it in a different setting.

Four days after your OB visit, you and Harry were in Madison Square Garden, singing along with Adele.

You were standing in front of Harry, back against his front, his arms wrapped around your waist, your hand holding on to his arms, his chin on your shoulder as you both swayed with Sweetest Devotion.

It was when you moved just a little to the side, still in his arms, to look at him, Harry looked down at you, singing to you.

“I'm heading straight for you. You will only be eternally, the one that I belong to.”

He gently nudged your forehead with his, pecking your lips. He pulled back slowly, smiling down at you.

And then you said it.

“I’m pregnant.”

His eyebrows shot up, leaning closer, “Can’t hear you!”

You grinned, turning in his arms to cup his cheeks softly, “I’m pregnant! 3 weeks pregnant!”

His world had stopped, eyes going wide as his mouth formed an O, “Y/N, are you joking?!” He had asked with a laugh of surprise, his lips stretching into a grin as he asked, “Baby, are you for real?”

You nodded as you laughed in glee, moving one hand from his cheek and to your stomach, “You’re going to be a daddy!”

And that was what it took for Harry to break down and cry, tipping his head back as he bit on his lip, nose red and veins showing on his forehead as he cried before wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug, crying into your shoulder.

Tears were flowing from your eyes as you held him, feeling him pull back to rest his forehead on yours, his hands moving to either sides of your neck, “I love you. I love you so fucking much.” He pulled you back in a hug, one hand moving to the back of your head while the other was on your back, bringing you closer to him.

The 9 months of pregnancy were smooth, as well as emotional. Especially since it was in the 2nd month that Harry went down on one knee, somewhen in the morning when you were both preparing breakfast. You turned around to grab the toast, only to see him on one knee, with a blue velvet box in his hand opened to show you the thin, golden ring with a small diamond in the middle that you knew Harry picked carefully with the thought of how you moved minimalist jewelry in his mind.

“I had a speech and – I don’t remember anything from it other than the fact that I have so many songs about you, and some more, and that I am head over heels in love with you. And that you’re carrying a soul inside you that is made from you and I. I just – fuck, Y/N, I can’t imagine a life you’re not in it and just – marry me?”

His eyes were already glossy, lips pink and dimple there for your eyes to see as he pursed his lips before taking a deep breath.

You had let out a cry, hands on where your heart rested, nodding as you cried, “Yes! Yes, oh my- God, yes, please!” And he didn’t get the chance to stand before you threw yourself at him on the floor, hugging him tightly against you.

You also remember the celebration being very low-key, with only close friends and family there at your house. Gemma, as your maid of honor, had taken charge of the decorations, making the backyard of yours and Harry’s shared house well-lit with all the globe bulbs adorning the trees and walls. The moment Harry saw you in your simple white wedding dress, was one that would forever be engraved in everybody who was present’s mind. He had squatted down, hands covering his face in disbelief before they covered his open mouth as he took you in; laughing bashfully as you, too, took him in.

He was in a white suit, pink embroidered flowers on the side of his pants that resembled the headpiece you wore.

Polaroids were taken, all pictures were taken on film, making everything about the night more magical and sentimental, especially with the 6-month bump you walked and danced around with.

The 9 months of your pregnancy were painful, but not too much for you to feel anything but love for how supportive and helpful Harry was, and admiration for your daughter – Eileen Mae Styles.

Since the moment Eileen came into the world, you knew that she had Harry wrapped around her tiny little finger.

Your daughter was attached to both of you, but you were proud of the character and personality she had at such a young age.

When Eileen turned 3, you and Harry took pride in how you could have a conversation with your daughter, even when it was about how pretty Harry’s butterfly tattoo would look if it was colored. Yes, she ended up coloring it, and Harry loved every moment of having his daughter lying on top of him, coloring his tattoo as he lounged on the sofa while she talked to him about how she likes strawberry chapstick.

It was one day when you felt the familiar feelings of nausea and change of appetite, the reminder of the late period only making one question come into your mind.

That time, you mentioned it to your husband as you ate lunch, who had chocked on his food.

Long story short, you were pregnant – again.

“Mummy,” Eileen called you as you, your husband and your daughter sat in your backyard, letting Isla [Eye-la] get her vitamin D.

Harry was reading a book beside you as you both sat on your swing, Eileen playing and running around with her toys, while you wrote in your journal.

“Yeah, bub?”

She ran towards you, putting both hands on your knees as she grinned up at you before looking down at your 8-month pregnant bump, “What’s in here?”

Harry chuckled, putting down his book to watch the conversation more carefully.

“Your baby brother is in here.” You smiled at her.

“But how? Can I sit there, too?”

You and Harry giggled at her question. “You once sat there, Isla. But then you came into the world, 3 years ago.”

Eileen frowned, looking up at you. “I want to go back again.”

You looked at Harry, silently asking him to help you.

He leaned forward, wrapping his hands under his daughter’s armpits before carrying her to make her sit on his lap. “But then your brother won’t have enough space.”

“I don’t care.” She whined, the frown still on her face.

“Your brother needs all the space so he can grow to meet you, and play with you, don’t you want that?” He asked her softly.

“He-he will take my toys.”

“You can share all the toys with him, bub. He’ll share his toys with you, too.” You cooed, almost scared that your daughter wouldn’t like her brother. Something neither you nor Harry had prepared for.

“But-but you and daddy will get more toys for him. I don’t want him.” She said with a whine, crossing her arms against her chest as she looked down, lips starting to quiver.

You and Harry shared a look, before moving back to your 3-year-old.

“Eileen,” Harry called her name gently, watching as she didn’t look up at him, “Honey, look at me, please.” Slowly, Eileen looked up at Harry, letting the both of you see her tearful eyes. “You know mummy and daddy love you and we always will, right?”

“We do love you so much, bub, and nothing will change that,” You assured her, putting one hand on her knee, “Your brother is also very excited to meet you. He loves you, too.”

“Weren’t you excited the other day to show him your room?” Harry asked, rubbing her back gently.

“Yeah.” She mumbled.

“You have a lot to show him and teach him. You can be his first best friend, isn’t that nice?”

As if she was absorbing what you said, Eileen nodded slowly.

“We love you, Isla. Forever.” Harry said, leaning to press a kiss against her temple.

Turning to look at her dad, Eileen uncrossed her arms to raise up her two pinkies, one reaching out to you, the other for Harry, “Promise?”

It felt as though your heart melted right there and then as you latched your pinky with hers, watching Harry do the same.

“Promise.”

But nobody told you about the hell you’d go through when your daughter was jealous of her new bother, Elio.

The moment Eileen entered the hospital room, holding hands with Gemma, and looking at you as you lied on the hospital bed with Elio right at your side, eyes open as he moved his limbs around, making baby noises, you knew that she wasn’t very welcoming.

Harry was sat on the other side of his son, hand playing with your hair as to comfort you after the pain you went through, and as a simple nonverbal way to thank you. His lips were fixed on the smile his face wore, heart soaring with happiness at the new family addition and the fact that both, his wife and son were healthy.

Eileen looked at her parents, too short to see her brother who was in the middle but hearing him. She was overwhelmed, knowing that she was going to meet her brother.

“Hey, honey!” Harry grinned at her, leaning down a little and opening his arms, hugging her tightly as she ran into them before he pressed a kiss against her cheek, carrying her to place her on his hip, watching as her eyes instantly moved to the newborn baby.

“Meet Elio, bub.” You said tiredly but with a smile on your face, watching your daughter and hoping she would take the new change lightly.

Well, you hoped.

But Eileen had broken into fits of crying, straight out wailing as she threw herself on Harry, leaning her head on his shoulder.

The close family and friends in the room all pouted and cooed, watching the scene.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” Harry asked urgently, rubbing his daughter’s back.

“I don’t love him.” Eileen dragged as she cried, wrapping her arms around Harry’s neck.

Your heart broke, the small smile falling as you looked at Harry in worry.

As if his sister’s cries triggered him, your smallest, Elio, began crying. You sat up, taking him gently in your arms and placing him against your chest, softly hushing him and supporting the back of his head as you looked at Harry, almost pleading him to do anything.

Understanding, Harry stood with Eileen latched onto him, holding her as he walked out of the room and walking down the hall, softly and gently bouncing his daughter to calm her.

“Come on, Isla, please calm down.” He cooed, adding a sigh at the situation he and his wife were in. “Why don’t you love Elio?”

Eileen sniffled, pulling back but keeping her head down, one hand moving to poke at Harry’s pearl necklace – which you and Eileen made him – as she replied, “Nobody will love me anymore.”

Harry sat down on a chair, still holding his daughter just the same. “What makes you say that?”

“Because-because-because he is little, and he needs more attention and I will have no more.”

Harry took a deep breath, letting her words sink it. While it was true that his youngest needed necessary and a lot of attention, he didn’t know how to explain to his oldest that that wasn’t how it goes.

“When you were just a little baby,” He began, looking down at her, “Mummy and Daddy were all over the place. You cried when we were asleep, threw up on us a lot,” Harry chuckled to himself, remembering these moments and taking notice of how it all felt like it was only the day before, “You wanted Mummy and Daddy with you all the time. And we never left you,” He concluded, “So what makes you think that will leave you now, Honey?”

Eileen didn’t reply.

“Your brother still can’t talk. He can’t say when he’s hurt like you do, he doesn’t even know how your favorite blueberry pancakes taste like. And we need to make sure that he does all that, exactly like you. But here’s the thing,” As though he was telling her a secret, Harry leaned to whisper in her ear, “Mummy and Daddy can’t do alone. We can’t do it without you.”

Eileen slowly looked up at Harry, face losing its frown.

“We promised, Isla. We promised to love you forever. Have we ever broken a promise?” He asked, watching her shake her head, “And we won’t. So what do you say? Can you, please, give your brother the chance he needs? He’s actually quite funny.” Harry smiled at her.

“Funnier than you?” She asked.

Harry laughed, “Way funnier! You just have to keep a close eye.”

Eileen giggled quietly.

“Mummy is really excited for you to meet Elio, you know? Was telling me all about the numbers you can teach him, all the photos we’re going to take of the both of you. What he’ll get you for Christmas.”

“Can he get me a book about stars? With pictures?” She asked excitedly.

Harry grinned, peppering her face with kisses and hearing her giggle, fully knowing that it was one of his most favorite sounds, “You tell him.”

Once he stopped, Eileen let out a sigh, her shoulder slumping. “Fine, Daddy. I will try.”

“Thank you.” He smiled gratefully, “How about we go back?”

The moment a knock sounded on the door before you saw your husband with your daughter in his arms, you didn’t know what to expect.

Looking shy and bashful, Eileen clung onto Harry as he returned to his spot after sharing a look with Anne, as if telling her that he would tell her later.

Elio was back in his spot as well, going back to his noises.

Eileen looked down at him once again, finally taking notice of how tiny his hands were and feeling curious. Reluctantly, she leaned down a little, intending to poke his hand softly.

But the moment she touched his hand, was the moment Elio wrapped his hand around her finger, making her grin. “He’s holding my finger!” She squealed as she giggled, “You’re right, Daddy. He is funny.”

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emsartwork · 4 years

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i forgot to add: how do design ????!?!??????

So I’m not expert but this is how I think of character design! (also sry if you were asking about clothing/outfit design thats a little different)

under the cut because this is long im so sorry

So in my opinion there are three really important aspects for character design!

AESTHETIC: obviously everybody’s aesthetic is different, but this is more about what vibe the character has, what makes them THEM design wise.

INTENTION: who is the character supposed to be? this can range from their personality, their back story, their occupation, or their role in the story, but the design need to fit that intention.

COHESION: does the design go well together? or do certain aspects clash too much? obviously you can have disjointed parts of a character design, and if those serve a purpose then thats fine, but if its so disjointed its distracting from the character as a whole you might need to tweak things.

AESTHETIC: the contrasting part of the design (white flowers in dark hair, dark trim on dress, and dark shoes) provide interest to the eye. The mixing of round and sharp shapes also keeps the design from feeling “boring” even though its relatively simple.

INTENTION: so what role would this little doodle character have? according to her design elements, shes cute and friendly with her round shapes (bouncy balls, babies, etc), but could have a sharp/fast/active or even dangerous edge to her with the triangles (arrows, knives etc). of course the design doesn’t limit her possible roles. She could be a bubbly younger sister who teases the older protagonist, or maybe she’s the villain hiding in plain sight. the shape this character design doesn’t really have is squares(think bricks and rocks), which communicates that she might not be really strong, steady, or reliable.

COHESION: repeating the curves across her whole design builds cohesion, it communicates that “yes, these are all part of the same character”, it also allows the eye to “rest” on a familiar shape or line.

NOW LETS LOOK AT SOME DESIGNS

(Boku no Hero Academia) so both of these characters are super heroes, but have vastly different design elements. so lets analyze them.

OCHAKO(the pink one) is all rounds, with a few pointed shapes in hair mostly, but a little on her costume as well. Her personality is cute, bubbly, and friendly which perfectly suits her soft and bouncy design. Howevre she also has a very slight edge to her, which is seen her determination and drive to improve herself over the course of the anime.

KIRISHIMA(the red one) at first glance, seems to be super pointy!! shapes that are usually seen on villains or really dangerous characters, but while he IS sharp(literally sometimes) and sometimes aggressive, he is also made of squares, which perfectly suits his loyal “i gotchu bro” attitude towards most of the other characters in the anime.

ISSUE AREAS: so the only problems i have with Ochako and Kirishima’s designs is that their costumes each have one area that clashes a little too much for my taste. With Ochako, the belt over the color blocking stripes down her crotch are......questionable taste wise. I think the design would be better if the pink chest ended above the belt in a shallow v. not only would this mirror the triangle aspects of her hair, it would fit the belt outline, and continue the trend her costume has of being “grounded” or “heavy”. Kirishima has those.... gears??? around his shoulders??? and while the gear teeth are technically squares, the gear shape itself is a circle, which is a shape that isn’t present anywhere else in his design. I think changing the gears to something similar to his boots or his mask/headgear would create a more cohesive design(also the gears just look hard to move in)

These two characters are presented as individuals so their costumes don’t have to match at all even though they are still seen as “connected” because of the art style for the face, hair, and body.

In a group giving the outfits cohesive motifs is an easy way to present a strong team image! In Yuki Yuna is a Hero, the girls all have colored lines(usually princess seam placement), armor or fabric hip accents, covered arms, and similar flower shapes in their hair. The Aesthetic of each girl is strong in a monochrome signature color, but not over whelming as the black+white connects them even in color so they aren’t out of place.

Speaking of color! if your characters are all similar looking (like same body for all of them) you can communicate their personality and aesthetic just with color! (only gonna talk about a few of the ponies) Pinkie Pie (the really pink one) is energetic and playful, so her color scheme is a variation of the primary colors(happy, child like), and have one of the more saturated colors(high energy, intense) of these characters in a large quantity. Apple Jack (the orange one) is a down to earth farm girl, and her color palette is accordingly, mostly earth tones, its also warm analogous colors, which makes her appear un-complicated and warm personality wise. the pop of red is a nice touch to add interest, but notice that its uses sparingly in her cutie mark and tail accessory. Rarity on the other hand is elegant and fussy, her high contrast scheme of white and dark blue/purples gives her more visual interest and is something that makes her appear more “complex” in addition to the gradient thats included in her hair. the colors are also all cool colors, bringing to mind cool glass or water which both have connotations of grace and beauty.

however all the characters here are unified by their colors being on the pastel side, which is also important for a cohesive cast.

another, short, note on color; making the color/line/shading of your figure different from the background can help them stand out, this is used ESPECIALLY in children’s media, but can be applied to any illustration or animation as needed.

Color can also help your characters “read” quickly on screen, the powerpuff girls are a prime example, of having a distinct color blocking and silhouette. even the color blobs at the top and my crappy hand silhouettes STILL read as the characters despite being broken down into abstract elements. I also really enjoy the thick outline in the powerpuff girls, it really makes the characters pop to the foreground even though they have pretty simple designs and are often in a colorful setting.

Also, for a lot of animation, silhouette is INCREDIBLY important for your characters, some designers sketch silhouettes and then design the particulars its so important to nail the shape. These examples from Coraline are some of my favorites (though Laika wins in my heart every time no matter what lmao) because the simple shapes are SO CLEAR and indicative of the character, you literally don’t need to have watched the movie to know these are each different characters with different personalities and roles.

silhouette can also help tell the story. In Kubo and the two strings (another Laika film) the above three characters are sisters. One has chosen to leave her home in the heavens to live on earth, and the other two stay in their roles as “heavenly” warriors. This is even shown through their designs, the two sisters are weighted on top and their cloaks don’t even touch the ground, while the first woman has trailing, heavy sleeves, hair, and robes all grounding her and emphasizing her connection with the earth.

another example of shape/silhouette reflecting the story, In The Croods, the family of cavemen are for the most part very top heavy, with large torsos and arms, usually in a more hunched over position, while the newcomer, Guy, is bottom heavy with thin arms and stands more upright. In the plot, the family represents the old ways, the strength and rules that have helped them survive, they look like very stereotypical “cavemen”, while Guy resembles the modern man, and appropriately is associated with new ideas and forward thinking.

MORE SHAPES, in DC super hero girls each girl has a distinct personality emulated by her shape language. Zatana is dramatic curves and edges, Super girl is hard, straight edges against curves, giving her a solid muscular shape. Wonder Woman, though also strong, is taller and leaner, lending to a confident leader type. Green Lantern is slim, her lines all flow into each other giving her a go with the flow look. Bumble Bee is, of course, tiny, but her boots and gauntlets add weight and strength to her otherwise small frame. Batgirl is lanky and has a lot of pointed style lines, reminding the viewer of a skinny cat (ironic what with cat woman i know) or weasel which mirrors her preferred “sneaky” crime fighting style. (also yes this was just an excuse for me to gush abt how much i love the dcshg designs shut up)

so in my opinion, Cartoon Saloon’s The Secret of Kells is PERFECT in aesthetic, intention, and cohesion. Kells focuses very strongly on creating silhouette WITHIN the larger figure shape via color and line, most of the characters pictured here have no neck, the one who does, Brendan, is the main character and the use of negative space that cuts into his shape is used to draw attention to him. Kells is also very strongly inspired by Medieval Illuminated manuscripts (namely, the book of kells lmao). The characters still manage to stand out against outrageously detailed backgrounds via their simple shapes and strong color blocking.

Aisling, a secondary but very important character, is not human, and has a totally different shape language from the rest of the characters. She is thin and pointy, while most of the others are round or square. Aisling also has the most negative space making up her silhouette, compare the triangles made by her arms and legs in the above picture to the figures in the first image where everybody’s body is self contained with no negative space. She is also very different color wise, very pale and cool colored, as opposed to the warm saturated colors of the human characters. (yes this was another excuse to gush abt one of my fave pieces of media deal with it)

hopefully that wasn’t too rambley and actually helps? if yall have more specific design questions lemma know lol

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fingergunsbidean · 3 years

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A Journey in Bisexuality

Word Count: 4.3k Pairings: Dean/Castiel (main), Dean/OMC, Dean/Lee, Dean/Garth Warnings: Underage feelings for Harrison Ford, internalized homophobia, mentions of homophobia but no homophobic actions are done towards Dean, drunken kissing, NSFW elements but no smut, alcoholism implied, and mentions of John Winchester’s A+ parenting, but no actual interactions with him. Summary: A character study of Dean and his journey with discovering and accepting his bisexuality.

Note: I was NEVER actually planning on posting this. I’m NOT a fic writer lol. I actually wrote this as a self paragraph in a 1x1 ten months ago, but I thought we could all use some Dean going to therapy and healing after that finale, so here we are.

Dean is fourteen when he starts looking at Harrison Ford differently. It’s not just him, it’s all his favorites, but right now it’s all about Harrison Ford.

His dad is on a hunt in the next town over, leaving Sam and Dean in some cheap motel. For once, he’s not itching to join him, because the local cable is having an all day Harrison Ford marathon, starting with Star Wars and ending with Indiana Jones.

He’s always admired the guy. He’s good looking, knows how to handle a gun, wears an awesome hat, and always wins the hot girl in the end.

The thing is that Dean always wanted to be him, and as he watches Indi somersault out of the way of an oncoming boulder, he still does, but there’s something more there tonight that he hasn’t noticed in the past.

His cheeks feel flushed and there’s heat tickling underneath his skin. At first, he thinks he’s getting a fever or something and moves over to the other bed, just in case he’s contagious.

The space does nothing to help Dean though, and his pink cheeks grow bright red when Indiana kisses Willie in Temple of Doom. As the music swells, and he lowly says the words “primitive sexual practices,” Dean finds that he’s picturing himself in Willie’s place, with Harrison Ford looming over him and dipping down to kiss him deeply.

The realization of what he’s doing crashes into him, leaving him a little sick to his stomach as he snatches the remote and turns the TV off abruptly. He swallows roughly to chase away the sick feeling and gives Sam a feigned apologetic look.

“I–uh–think I’m gettin’ sick or something. I’m going to bed,” He says. But hours after the lights are turned off and he’s buried under the covers, he’s still wide awake.

⚤ ⚤ ⚤ ⚤

Dean is seventeen, and this is the longest they’ve stayed in one place since he watched their house in Lawrence disappear from the backseat in the Impala.

When their dad took on a pretty big case in Florida, he left the Sam and Dean with Bobby, and then…just kind of left them there. It’s been three months. At first he was pissed. He’s old enough to go on hunts with his dad. He’s been on plenty, while Sam was safely hidden away in a motel.

“You gotta watch over Sammy,” John said, like he always does when Dean asks to go.

It felt like a shitty excuse at the time, but now he can’t imagine being away from his little brother this long, and while he’ll never admit it, he’s glad he left them with Bobby.

For the first time, Dean actually knows the names of the other kids in his class. He has decent grades, and he’s even considering trying out for the baseball team.

Sammy seems happy too. Dean has seen the poor kid get ripped away from school after school, trying to keep his sobs quiet in the backseat as their dad drove away from yet another town. He hates himself for thinking of it, but when he sees how settled Sam is at Bobby’s, he hopes their dad doesn’t come back.

And maybe he’s happy too, and he tries not to feel guilty, but it’s not like his dad will ever know. Whenever he shows up for them, Dean will follow with a “yes, sir,” like he always does.

Until then, he just lets himself be a normal seventeen year old for once. He even found a group of friends and everything, a few guys from his gym class. There’s Matt, Jordan, and Aaron with the too blue eyes, or at least that’s what he calls him in his head. As if he’d ever have the nerve to call him that aloud.

Thoughts about boys creep up on him like itch, dull at first but the more he ignores it the more insistent it becomes. When he first noticed these…feelings, he told himself, “It’s a celebrity crush, it’s fine. Everyone gets those.” But then it grew into, “It’s just some stranger in a diner, it’s fine. You’ll never see him again,” and now it’s, “It’s just your good looking friend, it’s fine.”

It’s fine, it’s fine, it’s fine.

It’s not fine, but Dean pushes it down and pretends it’s not there. Besides, he hasn’t stopped noticing girls. If anything, he’s notices them more. As long as that’s the case, there’s no reason to act on these feelings or even acknowledge them.

His dad doesn’t want a whole lot from him. He wants him to protect Sam and be a good hunter, but Dean sure as hell knows what he doesn’t want for him, and that’s being with another guy like that, especially when he’s still attracted to girls. He’s seen the way his dad looks at gay guys, heard the comments he makes under his breath, and there’s no way that’s the kind of life he wants for his sons.

So, every time Aaron gives him the kind of smile that makes his chest warm or he finds himself staring too long, he reminds himself of all the reasons why this can’t be a thing. And just because Dean is thinking things he shouldn’t be, doesn’t mean Aaron is too.

He needs that reminder right now as the four of them are packed together in a crowded movie theater, seeing Scream. At some point, Aaron scooted closer to Dean’s side, pressing their shoulders together.

The screams from the crowd sound like a dull roar in his ears when Aaron’s pinky brushes against his, and he holds his breath as he slowly tangles them together, until they’re practically holding pinkies.

He should rip his hand away, he even stiffens as he prepares himself to, but then his shoulders sag as he leans further into the touch. He doesn’t want to pull away. His eyes burn as he stares fixedly at the screen with how badly he doesn’t want to pull away.

They stay like that for the rest of the movie, sneaking glances at each other, but keeping the touch to just their shoulders and pinkies. When the credits roll, Dean finally pulls away, stretching as he stands to try and come off as casual as possible.

They toss their popcorn in the trash and talk about the movie as they head out of the theater. Matt and Jordan give them a quick pat on the shoulders before heading off, and before Dean can go searching for Bobby’s truck in the parking lot, Aaron grabs his elbow to keep him from leaving.

“Dean?” His blue eyes flicker from Dean’s face to the ground nervously, “I was wondering if you wanted to hang out sometime. Like without Matt and Jordan.”

Dean feels his throat close as he struggles to get air in his lungs, worried that his popcorn might come back up. He doesn’t know why he’s acting like this. There’s nothing wrong with hanging out just the two of them, but from the way Aaron’s blushing he has a feeling it’s more than that.

“You mean like…” He trails off, unsure if he can even say it, but Aaron beats him to it.

“Like a date, yeah. I don’t know if you–if you’re–well, I thought I’d try, at least,” He gives a nervous look as he braves meeting Dean’s gaze.

His first instinct is to be furious, to fly off the handle at him for even daring to assume that Dean isn’t anything but straight, to tell him he doesn’t swing that way and storm off, maybe even get a punch in, but he’s frozen.

Despite all his promises to himself that he wouldn’t ever acknowledge this thing that follows him around, he starts entertaining the idea of letting himself have this. His dad is on the other side of the country, he’ll never find out. Nobody has to know if they keep it to themselves. He can just try it this once to get it out of his system and then stick to girls.

“Yeah, okay,” Dean chokes out before he even fully gives himself permission to, and he knows he needs to leave now before he chickens out, “I gotta go. Uh–I’ll call you.” Aaron lets out a huge, relieved breath before giving Dean one of those grins that make his insides squirm with delight, and he smiles back, giving him a playful wink before walking away.

He spends the drive back to Bobby’s going between panic and excitement, planning out potential date ideas but also rehearsing ways to turn Aaron down. As he pulls into the Salvage yard and sees the Impala, he realizes it’s all for nothing and feels strangely numb. It’s time for the next hunt, and he knows with absolute certainty that he’ll never see Aaron again. It’s for the best, he tells himself.

Who was he fucking kidding anyway?

⚤ ⚤ ⚤ ⚤

Dean is twenty-one and drunk on the beach. His vision is a little fuzzy, and when he looks up at the sheer amount of stars in the pitch black sky, he feels dizzy, causing him to stumble into the body beside him.

“Watch it, brother. You don’t wanna eat sand,” A husky voice laughs as he grips Dean’s shoulders with strong hands to steady him.

Lee can’t fill the hole that Sam left when he went off to Stanford, but having him around helps him feel a little less like he’s suffocating. John swung by Texhoma in hopes to recruit his old buddy for a hunt, but got his son instead. Dean and John were glad for the turn of events for different reasons. His dad admired how strong of a fighter Lee was, his training precise enough for John’s Marine standards.

Dean just admired him, in general. He’s having a hell of a time ignoring it when his dad is always there. Maybe, it’s just his paranoia talking, but it feels like he’s watching Dean too closely, noting how he acts around Lee. Which is what inspires their first escape from John Winchester in a slew of rowdy drunken activities.

After he caught them wasted in a middle of a hunt, they started being more discreet about it, so while John was dead asleep in his motel room, the two of them snuck off to a bar and then stumbled their way to the closest beach.

Lee’s hands on his shoulders make him feel both grounded but also like he’s teetering over the edge of a cliff. The moon illuminates his face from where it’s hovering near Dean’s, his blue eyes boring into his.

In his drunken state, he forgets what they were talking about, or if they were even talking at all, and all those walls he’s been building around himself for the past decade feel flimsy, like the slightest nudge will knock them all down.

Dean’s gaze flickers wildly over his face before landing on a piece of hair that fell over his eyes. “You have sand in your hair,” He drunkenly giggles and lifts a hand to pull the sand out before tucking the errant hair behind Lee’s ear. Instead of dropping his hand like he planned to, he cups his friends cheek instead, his thumb absently brushing over his soft skin.

“Dean,” Lee breathes, low and rough, and it sends a tingle down his spine.

“Hey,” He answers, because it feels like the right the thing to say in the moment, or maybe he just doesn’t know what the hell to say when they’re standing this close and he wants nothing more than to just close the remaining distance, give into this want that’s been burning in his chest for years.

Something like recognition shows in Lee’s eyes before he clasps the back of Dean’s neck and draws him down to seal their lips together in a tentative kiss. It’s more gentle and hesitant than his actual first kiss, but it makes his entire body practically sing.

He hears a desperate noise over the sound of the waves, and he thinks it might’ve come for him, but he doesn’t care. He can beat himself up for that later, but for now, he sighs against Lee’s lips and deepens the kiss, letting himself have this.

⚤ ⚤ ⚤ ⚤

Lee is the longest relationship he’s ever had, which is pretty sad, considering it lasts for about a month. But in that month, they find creative ways to sneak around his dad and even get caught up in some kind of wild orgy with triplets.

It all crashes and burns when a case in Arizona goes horribly, horribly wrong, and Lee can’t just move past it. He quits hunting and leaves Dean to go back home, giving him one last lingering kiss before he drives away.

With hardly anything more than a dismissive grunt, John leaves shortly after, deciding Dean is finally old enough to hunt on his own, and that they’ll cover more ground to find whatever killed mom if they split up. The fact that his dad trusts him to do this on his own should be enough to fill him with pride, but it feels more like punishment, and for the first time in his life, he’s completely alone.

A week after Lee and his dad left, he’s sitting in the parked Impala, dialing Sam’s number.

“Heya, Sammy,” He greets his brother, trying to keep his voice as nonchalant and cheerful as possible.

They talk about Sam’s homework and friends, and Dean tells him about some interesting hunts, leaving out the most recent one. He doesn’t tell him about dad leaving, but Lee is on the tip of his tongue. Part of him wants to tell Sam–to get this weight off his shoulders, for one more person to know, so it doesn’t feel like some big fever dream.

“Sam,” He starts, his tone suddenly serious. “I’m…” He stops. He’s what? He’s not gay, but he obviously ain’t straight either. But who says he has to label himself right this second though? He can just tell him about Lee. “I…” He tries again, but the words just don’t come.

That time he agreed to go on a date with Aaron, he told himself it’d be a one time thing to get it out of his system, and while this wasn’t Aaron, that’s what Lee can be. A one time thing. Something that Sam doesn’t need to know about.

“I gotta go. Take care of yourself, okay?”

⚤ ⚤ ⚤ ⚤

Dean is thirty and fucking grateful for it. It’s 2009, and not 2014. He still has time to fix this. When he whips around and sees Cas standing there on the empty street, there’s a look on his face that Dean can only describe as tenderness, and that makes him believe he really can fix this.

“That’s pretty nice timing, Cas,” Dean breathes shakily, overwhelmed by the sheer relief that this Cas is his Cas, not the version he left in 2014.

“We had an appointment,” Cas replies, and there’s so much warmth in his gravely voice that Dean wants to chase it and hold it close to his chest.

He feels his face do something that’s probably too open and too fond, but he doesn’t do anything to mask it. Instead, he firmly rests a hand on the angel’s shoulder and looks him straight in the eye before saying, “Don’t ever change.”

Dean wouldn’t say Cas has much variety in his facial expressions, so the hint of a smile he gets in return feels huge. It reaches his eyes more than his lips, and something about that makes it more genuine.

This isn’t the first time Dean felt something after prolonged eye contact with the guy, far from it, but it’s usually a shock of heat or desire–this is something else entirely. He just wants to find more ways to earn looks like this, which seems impossible with the apocalypse around the corner, but he wants to try.

It’s been nearly a decade since he told himself he wouldn’t let himself act on feelings for another man, but shit has changed. His dad is dead, and that’s not enough to erase the shame that still washes over him any time he accidentally checks out another dude, but John Winchester is not an excuse anymore.

The world is ending, isn’t this the best time to say fuck it and try?

⚤ ⚤ ⚤ ⚤

Dean is thirty-two, and he’s very naked, and very sticky. He curses himself under his breath for not taking the time to clean up before passing out, but he must’ve worn himself out.

For a second he forgets where he is or who he was with the night before, but when he cracks an eye open, he sees peeling yellow wallpaper from the ugly ass motel room he’s been staying in. He blindly reaches a hand out behind him and makes contact with an equally naked and sticky body.

“Hey, watch the hand,” A very familiar voice laughs from behind him, causing Dean to whip around in surprise, wincing at the soreness that follows.

“Garth?” He asks wearily.

“Yeah, who else? We didn’t even drink last night, don’t pull the forgotten one night stand act with me, Dean Winchester,” Garth chastises him gently, propping himself up on his elbow as he smiles down at him.

Dean blinks a few times to try and wake himself up, and when he’s feeling a little less disoriented, the night before comes back to him–and, oh yeah, he remembers it. Who would’ve thought a little guy like Garth could be such a firecracker in bed? Maybe, he somehow sensed that about him, and that’s why he was so eager to find out.

In the short time he’s known Garth, he wouldn’t say he’s had many dirty thoughts about him. He didn’t have many thoughts about anyone these days, not since Cas…Dean quickly ends that train of thought there. The nightmares are enough.

The thing with Garth just kind of happened, between the goodbye hugs, and the comments about how good he smells, the little smiles he keeps sending Dean’s way, he figured why the hell not?

He wasn’t disappointed with his choice either. Garth was surprisingly strong and confident, which are all things Dean likes in his partners. He just wouldn’t usually go for someone he sees so often–makes things awkward.

“I remember,” He gives a quiet laugh before clearing his throat awkwardly, looking from Garth’s bare chest to the sheets. “Look, Garth, I–uh–I’m not really looking for a relationship or anything,” He begins, and it feels so overused and rehearsed.

He hates having this talk, which is why he usually sticks to waitresses or women, and the occasional man that he won’t ever see again. He doesn’t want to shoot Garth down, but after Cas–he just thought things would be different by now. He thought they would be different now, but that hope died when he pulled Cas’s soaking trench coat out of the water.

He doesn’t know what he kind of response he expects, but it’s definitely not for him to throw his head back with a loud laugh. “Oh, Dean, I should’ve known you’d be this funny the morning after. Look at you, trying to give me the it’s not you, it’s me talk. We’re fine, buddy. Just two guys looking for a night of fun,” He shakes his head and gives Dean’s shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

Dean feels his entire body sag in relief, and now that, that awkwardness is out of the way, he feels his body react to Garth’s close proximity, the memory of the night before has him ready to go all over again.

Resting a hand on the hunter’s naked hip, he leans in until their noses brush, “In that case, round two?” He asks, his voice practically a quiet purr.

“Round two,” Garth agrees before pulling him in for a heated kiss.

⚤ ⚤ ⚤ ⚤

“I don’t know. I guess that was the first time I did something like that without feeling guilty after. I didn’t really even think about the fact that he was a dude that time,” Dean recounts, picking at a stray thread on his jeans.

He’s forty-one and the world is still turning. Chuck is gone, Jack and Eileen are back, Cas is human, Sam is okay, and everything should be fine. But it turns out that peace on earth doesn’t erase decades worth of repression and trauma.

It took storming out of a few therapist’s office before he found the right one. Dr. Williams, or Charlotte, is pretty nice, so far. She listens to all his stories that would sound absolutely insane to an outsider, and hardly bats an eye.

Usually, they talk about Hell or Michael, but somehow the subject shifted to his history with men today, starting with him telling her about the ring he got Cas for Christmas. The one he almost didn’t give him–the ring that isn’t an engagement ring despite the looks Sam keeps giving him, but hopefully isn’t just a friendship ring either.

“And how do you feel now? With Castiel? Do you still feel ashamed of your feelings or sexuality?” She asks calmly as she looks up at him over her notebook.

Dean grimaces at that word–sexuality. He’s had so many years to accept the fact that he isn’t straight, that he likes men too, that he more than likes a particular man specifically.

Still, he can’t get himself to say the actual word, not even in his own head. His old man has been dead for thirteen years, and it still feels like he’s looming over his shoulder whenever he even considers it.

Sometimes, he wishes he told him when he accidentally wished him back into existence, but he’s glad he didn’t. Of all the people who deserve to hear it first, it’s not his dad. The fact that he even thinks that, tells him these sessions are doing something.

“Sometimes…yeah,” Dean mutters and nervously licks his lower lip, “I know my family won’t care. Hell, they probably already know, but I don’t know. I just can’t shake it, I guess.”

“You don’t have to come out,” Charlotte tells him, and her voice isn’t too gentle like some of the other Therapist’s were, but it’s not too matter-of-fact either, which is why he likes her so much.

“Not with an official statement, at least. You should do what you’re comfortable with. Like, next time you watch Star Wars, instead of keeping all those thoughts about Harrison Ford to yourself, say them aloud.”

Dean merely raises a brow in response, he’s pretty sure nobody wants to hear what he has to say about Harrison Ford. He’s come up with way too many jerking off fantasies to that guy. Most of his thoughts are something along the lines of, “I’d sell my soul to fuck Harrison Ford.”

Charlotte seems to catch on quick and lets out an amused snort, “The safe for work version.”

“Yeah, I’m not sure there is a safe for work version,” Dean points out and waggles his brows suggestively before dropping the act and sagging a little in his seat, his face going blank in thought.

“I know that uh–that being bisexual is okay,” He stammers out and rubs the back of his neck as it prickles with nerves, “Which is what I am, I mean, bisexual. I’m just trying to believe that it is.”

It’s the first time he actually said it, and it wasn’t nearly as terrifying as he thought it would be. He still feels sick with anxiety, and like he wants to drink an entire bottle of whiskey when he gets home, but the fact that he did it at all lifts a huge weight from his shoulders.

Charlotte gives him an impressed nod and jots down a few notes, “Well, that’s a good start.”

⚤ ⚤ ⚤ ⚤

After his session, he comes home and gives some flimsy excuse about his whereabouts before pouring himself a drink. Cas isn’t in the kitchen or his room, but it doesn’t take Dean long to track him down.

The new human spends a lot of time in the same spot these days. Shrugging on a coat, he brings his glass outside and walks to the little area Cas so carefully turned into his garden.

Dean doesn’t announce his presence, just watches from a safe distance as Cas mutters quietly to his plants. The sun occasionally glints off the silver ring on his middle finger, and it brings a fond smile to his lips.

After everything they’ve been through, after losing him so many times, Dean can’t believe he’s really here. It’s not perfect, Cas is struggling with his new humanity, and the distance between them hasn’t been fixed, but it’s still good.

And Dean loves him.

“I’m in love with Cas,” He mentally tells himself, another thing that he’s known for ages but has been too damn scared to actually put into words. It’s just as nerve-wracking as his confession to Charlotte earlier, but it still brings him peace.

He doesn’t know when he’ll tell Cas, or if he ever will, but right now he’s okay just telling himself. He’s okay just standing here and watching him garden. It’s more than he thought he’d ever have.

#destiel #destiel fic #dean winchester #spn #supernatural #dean is bi #mine

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pinkiewitchcraft · 2 years

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~ Meet the Witch(?): ~

(Oopsss!!! Warning, this is a long post!!! o-o)

April 5, 2022

~ Personal ~

Name: Pinkie LoveHeart Pastel. I don’t like my given name.

Pronouns: She/Her

Age: 600 years old!!! Jk, I’m 22 years old… you filthy mortals.

Signs: Stop, Go and Slow Down… JK!!! I personally don’t believe in the zodiacs, but I’m a Gemini sun, a Libra rising, and a Libra moon.

Where: In yeehaw land.

~ Magical Interests: ~

Self-Care

Arts and Crafts

Makeup and Hair

Fashion

Nature (animals, flowers, etc)

The color Pink

Kindness, Love, Hope, and Positivity

Photography

Dreams

Food (mostly sweets, but also just food in general!!!)

~ Some of my favorite witch blogs: ~

I don’t know that many witch blogs, and I’m also very wary of them, as I’m afraid of running into radfems and terfs, and other bigots, such as white feminists who think that only cis-women can be witches, but I like @crazycatsiren and @witches-ofcolor !!! ^-^

~ Fun facts: ~

I was born quiet!!!

I love long walks… if you asked me to go on a hike at a very large park that looked endless, I would jump up and down like a happy little puppy-dog, omg… I love them!!! Ask me to go for a walk!!!

I collect stuffed animals SUCH AS SQUISHMALLOWS, and other stuffed animals you’d usually find at regular stores. I want to collect pusheens as well because they’re so cute!!! I also collect dolls!!! Because they look so pretty and they’re my inspirations when it comes to creating art!!! I want to make clothing and create colorful hairstyles similar to the dolls that I collect someday!!! One doll that I have has pastel pink on one side, and pastel blue, and a pastel pink and blue outfit with thick platform boots that are also pastel blue and pink separately!!!

I write horror rap lyrics, which I hope to actually use someday!!!

I am deeply fascinated with the gothic subculture and fashion, and admire it so much!!!

I am a metalhead. I know, I know, it doesn’t go with my cutesy pink aesthetic and attitude, but I am, hardcore.

I like to collect little items that look vintage or cute, such as this small pink bow that I have!!! And this golden heart locket I got from a little vintage store back in 2013, I believe, and this little old pocket watch that I found randomly that looks like it belongs in a steampunk fantasy universe!!!

I severely wish I had long, pointy ears and fangs, and light pink eyes, and hot pink skin, and candy pink hair!!! And I wish I had super powers!!! I hate not being able to fly and pick up large objects that a normal person wouldn’t be able to!!!

~ Miscellaneous: ~

~ Things I Do in My Downtime: ~

I LOVE WATCHING MOVIES OMGOODNESS I LOVE THEMMM!!!

I write fantasy slice of life romance stories, which are very NSFW and very fluffy in the romance, but also very dark in general, because I’m addressing many themes of mental health and the struggles of it, and whatnot. I also love the idea of taking a character who has struggled for so long, and having them experience love and acceptance for the first time. It always makes me want to cry, omg.

I write a lot. About stories, journaling, anything and everything!!! I just love writing!!!

Take way too many pictures of myself in pink outfits, with cute hairstyles, and makeup!!!

Daydream about romance, far away places, fantasy worlds that I saw in my lucid dreams, and the universe. My imagination is way too big and I feels like it’s too much at times, but I always love it!!!

I’m also trying to learn Swahili, ASL, French, Spanish and Afrikaans for my South African friend. One at a time, however, starting with Swahili. I would learn Gaelic, but… that’s going to have to wait…

I love dressing up. I love looking like a whimsical being straight out of a fantasy story!!!

Favorite Movies:

WAY TOO MANY!!!

OKAY OKAY!!!

1. Coraline (👏🏾E 👏🏾VER 👏🏾Y 👏🏾THING 👏🏾A 👏🏾BOUT 👏🏾THIS 👏🏾MOVIE ✨IS 👏🏾GOLLLDDDD!!! 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾)

2. MALEFICENT!!! MALEFICENT!!! MALEFICENT!!! (2014 and 2019) (ANGELINA JOLIE IS AMAZING AND SHE OWNS HER ROLE AS MALEFICENT!!! AS A MATTER OF FACT, SHE IS MALEFICENT!!!)

3. The Hobbit (mostly just the first one)

4. Belle (2013)

5. La Belle Et La Bête (2014 Beauty and the Beast)

6. Enchanted (2007)

7. All of the early 2000s Barbie movies

8. Bratz movies (‘Fashion Pixiez’ changed my life and made me severely obsessed with not only the dark pixiez, but fantasy in general, and especially dark fantasy, as well as the gothic fashion and subculture, and underground gothic raves. I hate the album version of “Just Let Go Now”, the movie version is GOLD and the singer who sung the movie version needed to be on the album!!! That song changed my whole entire being!!! My soul!!! The whole vibe is enchanting and soulful and just MWAH!!! Perfection!!!)

9. Hansel and Gretel: Witch Hunters (only because the witches are absolutely awesome with awesome black clothing, and they deserve their own movie. There are so many witches who come from different places in the world, and we don’t learn anything about them??? Or how they came to be??? Seriously??? Such a missed opportunity!!!)

10. Hellboy: The Golden Army and Hellboy 2019… I just love the new actor, he’s so funny!!! I don’t care if the movie sucked!!!

11. Victor Frankenstein (I absolutely love James McAvoy’s performance. He is just… omg he’s my favorite actor!!!)

12. Alice Through The Looking Glass (2016)

13. Cinderella (1950, III: A Twist in Time, and 2015)

14. PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEEEEEAAAANNNN (the first three. I don’t know the other two… I especially do not know ‘On Stranger Tides’… that doesn’t exist to me… Other than that, I personally love ‘At World’s End’.)

15. The Huntsman: Winter’s War

16. Red Riding Hood (2011… it’s just awful and I love it)

17. Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter (THIS MOVIE IS GOLD AND I DO NOT CARE WHAT ANYONE SAYS!!!)

18. Pan’s Labyrinth

19. The Shape of Water

20. BLAAADEEE!!! (All three!!!)

21. Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children

22. Crimson Peak

23. Far From the Madding Crowd

24. Suffragette

25. The Boy Who Cried Werewolf

26. Scary Godmother

27. Queen of the Damned

28. Mirror Mirror (2012) (for the costumes alone, omggg it awakens my inner fashion designer!!!)

29. The Nutcracker and the Four Realms (also for the visuals and the costumes and the world!!!)

30. The VVITCH (because I still yearn for a story where I actually get to see the witches and learn about them. It still annoys me that I spent all that time waiting to see them, anticipating them, and then you barely see them at the very end of the movie. For like a few seconds.)

31. The Autopsy of Jane Doe. (Only because her backstory makes me very, very eager to see who she was before, and I often hope to see her actually come back to life… even though that may never happen.)

32. Jack and the Cuckoo-Clock Heart… the aesthetics… the aesthetics changed me… it’s a steampunk whimsical fantasy. I love this movie…

33. A Monster in Paris… just… 💕💕💕

34. The Secret World of Arrietty… just… besides the movie being absolutely wonderful, Cecile Corbel is an amazing singer… And to be honest, I feel like saying that she’s amazing is an understatement.

There’s a lot more movies, but I’m afraid I’d take up too much space.

~ Currently Binging: ~

Besides movies, for tv shows, I don’t watch shows that much. But when I do, it’s SpongeBob SquarePants all day everyday!!! Nobody can top that show!!!

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deadlyweapon10 · 3 years

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Honey

Paring: Mina Ashido x reader

Synopsis: Where Y/n secretly crushes on her fellow classmate, Mina Ashido.

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Earthy warm, rich, with a hint of sour components along with heaviness of a cocoa.

The aroma of a simple yet delectable coffee wafted into the nose of the (hair color) as she inhaled its exotic scent. A warm feeling growing in her stomach region as she sipped said drink from her favorite one-of-a-kind mug.

She snuggled into her jacket as she sat outside on the chair that was placed on the deck. With the sun barely rising, the air was perfectly warm and gentle, flowers beginning to bloom and birds chirping, typical for spring weather.

As she sat there with a smile on her face daydreaming away the sound of a door opening brought her back to reality.

"Jeez it's barley 6:30 and you're already up? You're the opposite of Aizawa-sensei I swear, always up while everyone is asleep! Have you even eaten yet?" Said the red-head as he walked into the view line of the coffee-filled (hair color) as a chuckle escaped past her lips. "We've lived in the dorms for a month and a half and every single time you catch me out here it's always the same questions Kiri."

The gentle blow of a breeze passed by as the sound of a busy buzzing bee was faintly heard.

Kirishima smiled. "Do you have any plans for today? I'm trying to see if Bakubro, Sero and Denki are down to go to the arcade. If you're not doing anything then would you like to go with us?" He asked while sitting on the chair next to her. The girl thought for a few seconds before opening her mouth. "I would but I feel like reading today. Besides I'd rather let "the boys" have their fun and do whatever it is that you do."

The sound of an apple being bitten into broke the silence, crispy yet sweet. The second Kirishima swallowed he started talking yet again. "You know, "

"Hm?"

"Mina is also coming. You should take the chance to confess-"

"EH?! I have no idea what you're talking about Kiri! Where did you get that idea that I like her. No wait more importantly how did you find out? Ahhhh I practically just told you I do-" Having out her mug down minutes ago, the girl who was in the middle of freaking out continued talking in a fast speed as images of said female flashed in her mind, making her stumble around with her words.

The poor girl could feel her heart thump in her chest and felt all warm inside. If there's anything that could get her to react in such a way then it was simply by mentioning her crushes name. Oh how easy it was to get her all worked up.

"Woah woah calm down! Forget I said that alright. But seriously hang out with us, you need to get out more often. I mean how is it that you have such good fashion sense yet you never leave your room unless it's for food or classes?" He spoke while rubbing the back of his neck, a smile plastered on his face. The both of them stood up at the same time with him grabbing the apples core in one hand and the girls mug in the other before handing it to her. She nodded.

As they walked into the building, now dubbed as their home, they walked through the lounge past the dining room and into the kitchen. Clearing his voice while walking to the blue sofa he looked back at her, "We're gonna be leaving at around 12 to get lunch and then to the arcade that's in the mall. See ya." "Alrighty! See you in a bit."

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Having been back in her room for just around two hours gaming on her counsel, she got up and looked at the clock on her pastel (favorite color) wall. 'Mm it's only 9:15. I should go shower now so that I have enough time to dress on my very own existence and to choose an outfit.' That means I have two hours and forty-five minutes, which means at least a good hour and thirty minutes to shower and that leaves me with an hour and fifteen minutes which then means I have a good thirty minutes to think about my life while sitting on the corner of my bed in a robe and forty-five minutes to get ready. Perfect.'

And with that she grabbed her towel, bathrobe, shampoo and conditioner, razor (only if you shave, if not then forget that), body soap, deodorant and comb. Taking a quirk look to see if she has everything, she walked to the bathrooms that she shared with the other girls and instantly began her shower. (If you're african american/any other person I didn't include and you wear a wig then instead of shampoo and conditioner you grabbed a shower cap to protect it. I heard it's not supposed to get wet but correct me if I'm wrong.)

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After her shower she made sure to brush her hair to untangle it before it went back to being straight/wavy/curly. (If you're like me and you have curly hair then obviously you have to put curl smoothies, protection sprays, etc.) and young-life crisis thinking, she began to look through her closet. Before picking out two different options.

(Option 1)

(Option 2)

After a minute on deciding what to wear, Y/n choose the (1/2) option and quickly slipped on the clothes before putting on her shoes. Glancing at the clock and seeing that she only had ten minutes before they were gonna meet up she grabbing her phone along with earbuds/airpods and closed her bedroom door before soon heading towards the elevator.

Scrolling through her phone she clicked a song and began humming along to the lyrics.

By the time she arrived in the lounge, a new song started playing. Looking up she soon spotted the group and started to walk to them when she realized a certain person was missing. "Hey guys where's MinaAAA!" She shrieked as a pair of slim arms wrapped around her body and a head full of pink hair and yellow beady eyes peaked freon behind her. "Hey silly. I'm right here and ready too rumble!"

'Thump.. Thump.. Thump..'

Y/n's heart started to beat like crazy again once her brain processed what just happened. Before she could even talk someone started talking. "Let's get going you extras. I'm hungry and I don't wanna wait around all day." Ah yes, Bakugou. "On it bro." Denki replied as Mina stepped from behind me and walked up to Sero and striked a conversation with him. Speeding up a bit Y/n walked next to Kirishima just in time for Denki to start cracking jokes.

"Hey L/n why do bees have sticky hair?" He asked as Bakugou and Kirishima were listening. "I don't know, why?" "B-because they use honeycombs!" He shouted as he busted out laughing while Y/n giggled. "How do you idiots find that funny? Is your humor that broken." Bakugou muttered as he turned his attention to Sero's and Mina's conversation.

Feeling sorta left out from the group due to the fact that she doesn't exactly hang out with them as much (except for Mina and Kirishima), she took out her earbuds/airpods and turned on her music again. This time 'it's not u it's me' by Bea Miller and 6lack started playing.

Smiling to herself she began to sway a bit to the music as they neared the mall. As cliche as it sounds, music was always there to comfort Y/n. No matter what would trouble her, she'd always turn to her favorite playlist. Once they all entered the mall and headed straight to the food court she turned off her music and tuned in the the groups conversation.

"Hey L/n," Sero began as the girl turned her head to gaze at him and hummed quickly to show that she was paying attention. "What are you gonna get to eat?" "The only place I ever go to grab my food. I'm gonna head to (restaurant) to grab my usual." Nodding, he soon turned to Mina and quickly talked. "Mina since you said you wanted to try something new to eat you should totally go with L/n." "Holy cow dude! You're totally right." She said as she pumped her fist in the air and walked towards me. "Let's go L/n, I'm super starving." Grabbing my hand she started dragging me. "H-hey broski you're going the wrong way." She chuckled as the Pinkette stopped in her tracks, said a loud "Oops." And took the girl in the right direction. (Is Pinkette a word? Probably not.)

Once both girls ordered their desired meal and sat down, they began to eat in peace for a good few minutes before Mina's phone rang. Smashing the accept call, she out it on speaker. "Whafs uf-" She managed to say as her mouth was filled with food. "Hey Pinky, tell L/n that me and the guys decided to skip the arcade and headed to Game Stop and grabbed the new Cyberpunk game. We're currently on our way to the fast-food place near the school and then we're heading back to the dorms." A loud Denki said, as we heard grunts and insults from Bakugou from their side of the call.

'Wait wouldn't that mean that Mina and I are now alone... Is this considered a date? Of course not. As if she'd even like you.' She thought as she then asked Mina why they suddenly decided to switch their plans so suddenly without saying a word in the first place until now. Without a word the girl hung up the call and continued eating.

"N/n you know that American movie where the princess and prince turn into a frog for the whole movie and then they fall in love and miss then poof, they're human again?" Mina asked breaking the silence that once stood there. "Hm? Oh yeah! 'Princess and the Frog'. I watched it before. Sucks how African Americans finally got recognition from Disney and instead they get bullshit since the two main characters are frogs for three/fourths of the movie!" The (hair color) shouted angrily as she stabbed her food. Laughing at the girls reply, Mina leaned forward in her seat. "You know that dessert they show in the movie a lot? Beignets? I wanna try one so bad." Both girls sat in silence as they got lost in each other's eyes.

'Thump.. Thump.. Thump..'

Feeling her heart flutter, her gaze shifted back to her food. "How about we buy the ingredients and make it? I made it once for a school fair and everyone seemed to like it. Only if you're down of course!" "Wait for real? Like for real real? Big bet let's hurry up and eat!" And with that the Pink haired girl began scarfing down her food, cho.king a few times.

Once they were both done and cleaned up after themselves, both girls left the area and walked to the supermarket. The duo sparking a conversation about their hobbies and interests, soon made it into the supermarket. Walking down aisle after aisle grabbing ingredients left and right, Mina suddenly grabbed Y/n's hand. "Since it's Saturday me and you should totally have a sleepover in my room. Let's go grab more snacks!" And just like before, she dragged you out of the aisle and into the candy and chips one. 'My poor wallet.' Y/n thought as she silently cried. 'Then again if it means I get to hang out with her more ... Ahh! I need to be more social with her. I mean we do talk a lot but I get so freaking flustered and it messes me up. Then again at least I can talk to females unlike Midoriya. Ha in your face!' Feeling pumped the girl grabbed the snacks that were occupying her friends arms, shoved them in the basket and speed walked to the check out line, payed for everything and with both girls holding two bags in each hand they soon began their journey back to the campus dorms.

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Entering the dorms, both females headed straight to their rooms and quickly changed. Mina wearing blue shirts with a yellow shirt while Y/n wore (f/c) satin shorts along with its matching tank top.

Both now in the kitchen with aprons on, they took out the items they brought for the beignets and placed it on the counter. 'MISS YOU!' by CORPSE was blaring from Y/n's phone as she bopped her head and hummed along to the lyrics while she added the warm water, sugar and active yeast in a bowl and whisked it while Mina measured the other ingredients, which Y/n soon regrets for the face that a mess of flour was all over the counter.

After mixing the rest of the ingredients in the watery liquid and letting it set on a lined baking sheet, Mina took out the fryer and added oil so that it could be ready for later. "Hey n/n can I play a song?" "Of course silly. I wanted to change the song anyways." Laughing like a maniac, Mina grabbed the phone and quickly typed away before placing the phone back on the counter.

"Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me

I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed

She was looking kind of dumb with her finger and her thumb

In the shape of an "L" on her forehead"

The voice of both Smash Mouth and Mina's rang out in the air as the girl started singing the lyrics. "Heyyy you should sing with me! Come on." She said as she twirled around the kitchen floor. Giggling as she put the bowl filled with the dough in the fridge, she began shouting the lyrics right along with Mina.

"Well the years start coming and they don't stop coming

Fed to the rules and I hit the ground running

Didn't make sense not to live for fun

Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb

So much to do, so much to see

So what's wrong with taking the back streets?

You'll never know if you don't go

You'll never shine if you don't glow"

Now moving her head to the beat, both girls grabbed each other's hands and began dancing like crazy with not a care to the world, swaying their hips side to side as they sang the next verse with all their heart.

"Hey now, you're an all-star, get your game on, go play

Hey now, you're a rock star, get the show on, get paid

And all that glitters is gold

Only shooting stars break the mold"

As they continued singing, they began to clean the dishes and put most of the ingredients they wouldn't be using anymore away and took out a pair of tongs, paper towels, powdered sugar and honey from the cabinets. After a good 30 minutes past Mina turned on the fryer, the familiar 'click' of the knob sounding. Taking out the bowl from the fridge, Y/n placed the soft, glutinous dough on the now flour dusted counter and began following it out with the rolling pin until it was a good quarter inch thick and began to slit the doughy flesh making two inch squares just as Mina grabbed a few pieces and dropped it into the hot oil.

As time went by, they were finally finished frying. All they had left was to dust powdered sugar and drizzle honey to it. The second they did so, they took half the batch with them along with a few drinks and the snacks they brought and went to Mina's room. Closing the door on their way in the brightly pink room, they sat down on the bed and hopped on Mina's laptop to watch 'A Slap On Titan'.

"Armin had broken the silence as the video zoomed to the top of the wall, the starry night sky coming into view. "Do you ever with that humans could photosynthesis?"

Eren surprised with the sudden question, instantly replied. "What? No."

"I do... I think it'd be cool to be a plant." The scene then changed to show the Survey Corps coming back from a mission."

Liquid shooting out of her nose, Mina laughed as she grabbed a tissue and wiped her face, watching as Y/n pressed a pillow against her face to muffle her loud laughter. The now chuckling girl took the pillow from her face and noticed Mina's smile that was directed at her direction. Shooting back a toothy grin, she got lost in her eyes yet again.

'Ah jeez she saw me laugh... She looks so cute.'

"You know the beignets were really good." Mina said as she scooted next to her and leaned her fuzzy head on the girls shoulder. "You think so? I hope the others enjoyed the ones we left for them. I'm so happy we got to spend today together! I would have never expected this to happen ya know?" 'Play it cool Y/n. This is no big deal at all, she's probably just a bit exhausted from all the walking and baking we did earlier. Yeah, that's right-'

"You know, I'm the one who told the boys to leave us alone and to head back to the dorms."

That caught her off guard.

"Excuse me?"

Humming to herself, Mina life's her head slightly to look at the (eye color) girl. "Listen silly, I know when it comes to academics I'm not exactly smart, but when it came to you it was easy to figure you out." Furrowing her eyebrows in confusion, she urged the girl to continue talking. "I know you like me." Y/n's breathing stopped for a second, her heart beating rashly against her chest. How was it possible that the girl she's secretly liked from a distance knew? "Listen I-" She was cut off as a pair of soft pink hands covered her mouth.

"Hold up! Hear me out before you start talking. I sorta found out a few weeks back when I overheard you tell Iida about your feelings. Ever since then I confronted him and I made up this plan for both you and I to hang out alone. Like a date but it's not a date since you wouldn't know? Ahh anyways after I came up with the plan I began noticing how you'd act completely normal around the other girls, but when it came to me you'd barley mutter a word, despite you being super-duper confident." Y/n felt herself breathe again as she stared at the girl, her eyes now filled with curiosity and her head amused at the girls statement. She took the words to heart and found it to be true when she said she'd act differently around her. I mean how could she not when her heart would beat fast, her stomach flutter in nervousness and her brain would completely shut down on her.

"So wait... You like me?" She spoke slowly to make sure her voice wouldn't just randomly give up on her. Now sitting up straight, the pink haired girl nodded as she shyly smiled and rubbed the back of her neck. "I do."

'She likes me..'

The second her brain processed the two words, she locked eyes with her and then shut them down before slowly leaning forward. The feeling of her plump, powdered sugar dusted lips faintly against hers before both girls lips soon meshed into one and began harmonizing as if creating a symphony. It felt passionate and intense, yet delicate and sweet.

Sweet like the honey from the beignets they had moments ago. The floral yet earthy taste now onto her very own lips. Deliciously golden and wild. The strong fragrance drifting slowly to her nose, similar to a white dandelion falling slowly to the ground after being blown by the wind on a vibrant, sun-filled day.

They both soon pulled away, gasping a bit for air. Y/n felt her body get warm as she realized what just happened. "I like you, Mina. A lot. And I'm glad you like me too." She finally confessed. "Finally n/n, I've been dying to hear you say that. Now then let me ask you this, will you be my girlfriend?" Mina asked, her eyes shining as bright as a star in the dark. Y/n leaned forward and kissed the girls nose before speaking. "I'll be happy to be called yours," Both girls soon in each other's arms, held one another until she spoke again.

"Out of all the pretty girls in this world, I'm glad to share this space with you."

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diamcndgirl · 3 years

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under the ‘read more’ you will find a full interview about the one and only penelope hainline.

BASIC QUESTIONS

first name? penelope.

surname? hainline.

middle names? bernadette (after the broadway legend bernadette peters).

nicknames? penny (most common) and miss piggy.

date of birth? may twenty-eight, 1998.

age? twenty-three.

PHYSICAL / APPEARANCE

height? 5′2.

weight? 120lbs.

build? athletic/small.

hair colour? blonde, but known to wear different wigs.

eye colour? bright blue.

glasses or contact lenses? glasses for fashion and fashion only.

distinguishing facial features? her big eyes and tooted up nose.

which bodily feature is most prominent? chest. while she lost most of her weight her chest is still relatively large for her size.

make up? penny loves make up, spends almost as much time doing her make up as she does picking out her outfit.

type of clothes? all types of clothes! she loves clothes but is known mostly for her high fashion looks. she creates her own outfits from time to time. but she loves high fashion and designer clothes.

how do they wear their clothes? penelope has an outfit for literally every occasion. basketball game? she’s got a jersey with her name bedazzled across the back in pink. painting? she’s got a total get up and special painting beret. her clothes are an extension of herself. she loves having fun with her clothes.

race / ethnicity? white.

are they in good health? over all, yes. she’s slimmed down and is in a lot better shape. she does karate/kick boxing to keep in shape but honestly she still eats like a pig.

PERSONALITY

what words or phrases do they overuse? “excusze moi”, “moi”, “thank yoooou.”, “oh dear..”, “totally”, “shut up!!”.

are they more optimistic or pessimistic? hmm, is there a middle ground? honestly, overly optimistic about her own talents and overly pessimistic of other’s. she is absolutely positive she’s perfect at everything she does.. but as for other people? it’s all their fault anything goes wrong.

are they introverted or extroverted? extroverted, extroverted, extroverted!

do they ever put on airs? literally all the time. like i said penelope thinks she’s perfect at everything straight out the gate... doesn’t matter if she’s done it before or not. which means she always puts on a front like she is great at everything.

what bad habits do they have? not many, her mother was good for breaking bad habits young. but, the ones that stuck are: emotional shopping, emotional eatting, sleeping in, and interrupting people.

what makes them laugh out loud? a lot. penny laughs at everything and anything.

how do they display affection? physical touch and gift giving... she’s always been one for big displays of affection. so she’s one for holding hands, kissing in public, and showing out with big gifts.

how do they want to be seen by others? perfect. she wants to be seen as perfect. anything less is just a no.

how do they see themselves? not so perfect. while she acts like it on the inside she is constantly nit picking herself, the way she dresses, and every little thing about herself.

strongest character trait? tenacious. she’s got a strong grip on herself and her life.

weakest character trait? overly confident. while she’s got a go and get it personality she also has a tendency to over over board and think bigger than her ability.

how competitive are they? extremely.

do they make snap judgments or take time to consider? snap judgments all the time with everything. then it takes a good while to convince her she’s not correct about it.

how do they react to praise? highly. she loves praise. anything to hear that she’s as wonderful as she thinks. “oh please. you’re so silly.. tell me more.”

how do they react to criticism? not good.. she hates being told she could be better at something.

what is their greatest fear? failing. be it in her career choice or relationships. to fail means her mother was right and so were all the kids when she was younger.

what is their philosophy of life? go big or go home.

what will they stand up for? their friends. what they believe in. people with smaller voices than her own.

are they indoorsy or outdoorsy? indoors.

what is their sinful little habit? kissing strangers when she’s tipsy.

what sense do they most rely on? her sixth sense-- or at least that’s what she says. penelope picks up ‘vibes’.

what quality do they most value in a friend? loyalty.. and a good fashion sense.

what do they consider an overrated virtue? forgiveness. you don’t always have to forgive someone.

if they could change one thing about themselves, what would it be?

what is their obsession? fashion, rupaul’s drag race, kylie minogue, and fancy chocolate.

FRIENDS AND FAMILY

is their family big or small? who does it consist of? small. there are only three members: her mother bonnie a retired model, her father jim a business lawyer, and herself.

what is their perception of family? she loves her parents. they gave her everything she could ever want.. but they did let her down in a lot of ways. so it’s a tad screwed.

do they have siblings? none that she knows of. her father wasn’t a very faithful man and neither was her mother.

describe their best friend. penelope had a best friend growing up. kaiden russel. sadly, after going into high school the pair didn’t stay connected and she moved onto a more popular crowd and hasn’t truly had a ‘best friend’ since then.

ideal best friend? hm, someone who can keep up with her all the while keeping her in line. someone who listens and doesn’t mind her rambling. also they’ve got to have a great fashion sense and killer personality.

describe their other friends. penelope has loads of friends. while she may be a bit of a mean girl she doesn’t have trouble making friends. especially since moving to elias. she’s been able to calm down on the venom and let friendships grow.. she still worries about people not

do they have any pets? back home she has a biscon friese named pinky. she’s trying to convince her land lord to allow the dog to stay.

who are their natural allies? wally, georgette, daphne, and buzz.

who are their surprising allies? rita. they’re very much opposites attract and have a surprisingly great friendship. while they’re an odd pair penny has her back just like rita has pen’s.

PAST AND FUTURE

what was your character like as a baby? as a child? loud, chubby, and a little too in your face.

did they grow up rich or poor? rich. her parents wouldn’t have it any other way.

did they grow up nurtured or neglected? right in the middle. one parent nurtured with gifts and the other neglected with words.

what is their greatest achievement? prom queen, except it was a fluke. next would be getting into walt academy.

what was their first kiss like? hm, not great. it was with the smelly boy on the back of the bus because the cool kids dared her.. she was promised to sit at their lunch table then got tricked.

what is the worst thing they did to someone they loved? she told her mom she hated her.. like multiple times.

what are their ambitions? become a fashion mogul and build a huge empire.

what advice would they give their younger self? don’t listen to axel.. ever.

what smells remind them of their childhood? chocolate and tears.

what was their childhood ambition? be the next britney spears.

did they have an imaginary childhood friend? she didn’t have many friends besides kaidan. so she created friends from her stuffed animals.

when was the last time they were crushed with disappointment? besides being stood up.. probably being told her latest design wasn’t good by her teacher.

LOVE

do they believe in love at first sight? yes, she’s a hopeless romantic.

are they in a relationship? clearly not.

how do they behave in a relationship? she’s a fun partner. but she’s very about herself. while she’ll cover them with attention and love.. she’ll always be her first priority.

when did you character last have sex? it’s been a hot minute. penny isn’t big on hook ups. she wants to be in love.. or in ‘really like’ before she puts that out there.

what sort of sex do they have? again she wants to make love not have sex. she’s more about pleasing and being pleased. and she just really loves kissing and cuddling.

has your character ever been in love? nope, she doesn’t even know what it feels like.

have they ever had their heart broken? her feelings hurt but her heart wasn’t broken by axel. just hurt really bad.

CONFLICT

how do they respond to a threat? with a bigger threat back. penelope is very confrontational.

are they most likely to fight with their fists or their tongue? tongue, girl has a mouth and can say very hateful and mean things.

if your character could only save one thing from their burning house, what would it be? her diary. she’s kept one since she was a child. it’s important to her.

what are their phobias? spiders and bugs in general.

what is their choice of weapon? her purse and the taser she keeps in it.

what living person do they most despise? axel and his band.

have they ever been bullied or teased? yeah, her whole childhood.

where do they go when they’re angry? to cry in a pillow then to the gym to punch away her aggression.

WORK, EDUCATION AND HOBBIES

what is their current job? jobless socialite student.

what are their hobbies? fashion design/sewing, karaoke, and karate.

educational background? she’s currently in college for fashion design.

intelligence level? she’s about a 8/10 on the intelligence scale. she has always done well in school but def isn’t a valedictorian.

do they have a natural talent for something? sewing. she can make an outfit in under an outfit and it will be perfect.

do they play a sport? are they any good? kick boxing, doll. she’s great. and karate. she’s a black belt you know!

FAVORITES

what is their favorite animal? her pup. but she likes flamingos strangely enough.

which animal do they dislike the most? spiders.. and bats.

what place would they most like to visit? paris. again and again and again. she hopes to live their one day. but as far as new place to visit would be london.

what is the most beautiful thing they’ve ever seen? can she say her own reflection?

what is their favorite song? love at first sight by kylie minogue or the call by the backstreet boys.

music, art, reading preferred? ooo, this is hard for her because fashion is art to her but she loves singing. we’ll say art to be safe.

what is their favorite color? pink, all day everyday.

POSSESSIONS

what is in their fridge? lots of leftovers and food prep. penny doesn’t cook very well.

what is on their bedside table? a picture of her puppy, her phone, a ring dish with her everyday jewelry, and a cute lamp.

what is in their purse or wallet? junk on top of junk and things she needs to clean out.

what is their most treasured possession? her diary and her grandmother wedding band.

SPIRITUALITY

who or what is your character’s guardian angel? she’d believe it’s her father’s mother but then again with her fate she doesn’t think she has one.

do they believe in the afterlife? yes. but she’s not sure it’s like the ‘good book’ says.

what are their religious views? believes in a god but is not practicing any strict religion.

what do they think heaven is? heaven would be a happy life where she’s treated like a princess on a throne.

what do they think hell is? reliving prom night over and over again.

are they superstitious? a bit. she wont place her purse on the ground, doesn’t step on cracks, and little things like that.

what would they like to be reincarnated as? hm, a butterfly.

how would they like to die? in their sleep.

what is your character’s spirit animal? a peacock.

what is their zodiac sign? gemini sun, gemini moon, cancer ascending.

VALUES

what do they think is the worst thing that can be done to a person? murder.. or having their heart broken.

what is their view of ‘freedom’? she’s not sure... it seems like there isn’t such a thing these days.

when did they last lie? she told her teacher her outfit was cute.. it wasn’t. it was tacky and she hated it.

what’s their view of lying? penny doesn’t lie often.. maybe fib and tell little white lies.. but never about anything major.

when did they last make a promise? hm, she doesn’t really make promises because it’s hard for her to keep them.

did they keep or break their last promise? again.. she probably broke it.

DAILY LIFE

what are their eating habits? awful. she works out to keep off the pounds.. but penny has never ate healthy and probably never will.

describe their home. chic chaos? clothes and accessories everywhere, pictures of herself and pup everywhere, her sewing station a hot mess.. lots of color and fun.

are they minimalist or a clutter hoarder? clutter hoarder.

what do they do first thing on a weekday morning? drink water and write in her dream journal.

what do they do on a sunday afternoon? her weekly skin care routine.

what do they do on a friday night? a night on the town. she’s probably dragging a friend to karaoke or on a ‘friend date’.

what is the soft drink of choice? she’s a mountain dew girl.

what is their alcoholic drink of choice? sangria or margaritas. she’s simple.

MISCELLANEOUS

what or who would your character dress up as for halloween? probably wanda from wanda vision.. she has no idea. or she’ll try to get a date and force them to be her vision. or maybe princess peach.

are they comfortable with technology? very much so. social media queen.

if they could call one person for help, who would it be? probably howl.. she just learned about magic.. that has to fix everything.

what is their greatest extravagance? her princess tiara, her father bought when she turned sixteen. it’s diamond encrusted and also has pink diamonds.

what is their perception of redemption? obviously she think shes got the greatest redemption story of all time.

what would they do if they won the lottery? give it to charity for publicity... whoops.

what is their favourite fairytale? the twelve dancing princesses.

what fairytale do they hate? princess and the pea.

do they believe in happy endings? yes, and she hopes she gets one.

what is their idea of perfect happiness? honestly, a good marriage and sucessful career.

what would they ask a fortune teller? who she’s going to marry and if he’s loaded.

if your character could travel through time, where would they go? to meet anne boleyn and tell her what’s going to happen.

what sport do they excel at? karate.

what sport do they suck at? anything with a ball.

if they could have a superpower, what would they choose? super strength or flying.

#watask #「 ❀ 」 » TASKS. ⋮ ━━ ˗ˏˋ 𝖤𝖷𝖢𝖴𝖲𝖤𝖹-𝖬𝖮𝖨! ˎˊ˗

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psychosistr · 4 years

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FOWL Scientist/Former Agent “Dr.Rose Gold”

Art by @thefriendlyfour , full bio under the cut:

Physical Description: Greater flamingo with extremely light pink (almost white) feathers for most of the body, dark pink tipped feathers on head feathers/hair that give the illusion of reverse-frosted tips, black feathers on fingers with darker pink feathers on hands. Beak has the same standard black tip and line going along the seam of the beak as regular greater flamingos, almost looking like black lipstick. Torso is fairly slim and small, but long legs and REALLY long neck make Rose look taller when fully extended- full extended height puts them about an inch and a half or so taller than Steelbeak. Has beautifully crafted mechanical legs plated in rose gold colored metal, hence the name.

Outfit: Rose’s general outfit consists of what could be described as a “crop-top lab coat” with a light pink upper half that just barely covers their chest and leaves their midsection exposed, and a split twin-tail style back in vibrant red with a rose emblem on the back. Part of the sleeve and tail on one side have suffered extreme tears and burn damage due to previous experiments gone wrong, but they refuse to throw it out because it “gives the coat more character”, in their opinion.

Gender: Gender fluid/tri-gender, will switch pronouns often (always best to assume gender-neutral pronouns unless told for sure if one of the others is okay).

Sexual Orientation: Polysexual with a preference for men and nonbinary individuals. Is okay with a partner who sometimes presents as female like they do, but not typically interested in regular women.

Age: 31

Nicknames: Rose, Rosey, Ro, Goldy, Dr.Trap, Pinky, Kee, Keekee (the last three are exclusively used by Steelbeak).

Real Name: Keya Datta. (Family is from India, but they never went until they were an adult)

Background:

Coming from a family of FOWL scientists, Keya always had a love of two things: Technology and Villainy. However, instead of taking the route the rest of their family did and jumping straight into the scientist role, Keya wanted to try the exciting life of an agent first.

They were partnered with Steelbeak ten years ago before Steelbeak became chief officer and the two worked surprisingly well together (despite Steelbeak not understanding or remembering their pronouns most of the time), with Keya being one of his longer lasting partners with a record of three months.

Unfortunately, their partnership came to an abrupt end when Keya suffered a rather nasty accident on a mission that resulted in their legs being blown off. The damage was so severe that not even FOWL’s medicine rays could repair their legs. Keya was out of commission for two years for recovery and used that time to design and build their replacement legs.

The joy of fabricating something so sleek and advanced rekindled their love for science and a year later Keya officially became Dr.Rose Gold- FOWL’s top security system designer and elite limb augmentation specialist.

Current Position: Still FOWL’s top scientist when it comes to security systems and traps, Rose has an entire laboratory to themself out in the middle of nowhere in the Nevada desert. This is both so they have the room to build and test elaborate traps and security systems, and because most people (High Command included) prefer to keep Rose as far away as possible. They don’t really have a lot of people working at the facility, either, it’s mostly just them and the occasional assistant or body guard that High Command sends to look after Rose, though most of them don’t stay for long because they get tired of dealing with Rose’s erratic nature while working, the traps they have to navigate on a daily basis, or both.

Personality:

Rose has a generally cheerful disposition, despite what they do for a living. Don’t let the constant cheerfulness fool you, though, they can also be very creepy and intimidating when they smile while talking about things such as “live experiments”.

They have a lot of energy and will talk for hours about anything they’re interested in (mainly technological advancements, traps, and security systems). Unfortunately, this energy isn’t always directed properly into their work as they’ll often get distracted and bounce randomly from one thing to the next depending on what strikes their mood.

Once they’ve formed an attachment to someone, things like personal space go out the window and they’ll be all over that person constantly. They’ll do everything from sitting on the person’s lap while tinkering with something, to draping themselves over their shoulders for a hug, and even preening- regardless if the person’s a bird or not.

Steelbeak’s so desensitized to it by now that he doesn’t even bat an eye or register anything off about the contact. He’ll hold very serious discussions with people while Rose is hugging him from behind and nuzzling him and not even acknowledge it until someone points out their behavior, at which point he’ll just be like “Trust me, gettin’ rid of ‘em’s more trouble than it’s worth- this is the safer option.”

While the physical affection can be a bit much for some people to handle, it’s nothing compared to Rose’s protective streak. Once they’ve gotten attached to someone, they’ll be SUPER protective of them, doing things like abducting people who wronged the person they care about to use for security-system testing later, keeping security cameras in key locations around their home to monitor for possible threats, and even planting trackers on/in them to know where they are in case of an emergency. “Invasion of privacy” is a phrase that definitely comes up around Rose more often than it probably should, but it’s just their way of showing they care.

Interesting Bonus Facts:

Rose’s favorite instrument is the hurdy gurdy, which surprises most people since it’s a 1,000 year old instrument, but they consider it a remarkable breakthrough in musical engineering. They’ll happily bust one out and play it to prove their point, which many people may originally laugh at...but the laughter stops when they start playing it like THIS and they just smirk when everyone’s jaws hit the floor.

Despite what many people’s first gut-reaction of seeing someone as hyper as Rose drinking coffee might be (typically fear), it actually has the reverse effect that most would expect and helps them focus easier. If they have a deadline for something coming up, they’ll practically LIVE off of coffee for several days straight and go into a work-frenzy where they’ll hyper-focus on their assignment until it’s completed.

Their robotic legs are their pride and joy, and they’ll happily talk about them whenever someone shows even the slightest interest. The limbs are sleek, strong, beautiful, durable, and practical- the feet have built in magnets they can activate to walk along metal walls and ceilings with ease.

Good luck getting them to cover up those pretty legs, though, they’ll plot your death if you even SUGGEST wearing pants to them.

For formal events they’ll either wear a really nice top or a dress, but a full suit is completely out of the question.

“Would you cover up Mona Lisa’s smile? No? Then don’t you even DARE suggest I hide these works of art from the world!”

People are often confused by/misinterpret the nature of Rose and Steelbeak’s relationship due to both Rose’s lack of personal boundaries and the two’s general familiarity and behavior with one another.

Many assume the two have dated in the past, but that never actually happened, mostly because Steelbeak was still figuring himself out back when they were partners and thought he was straight/didn’t understand Rose’s gender identity. Steelbeak eventually figured out he was bi later in life and gained a better understanding of different genders, but he’s also demiromantic and doesn’t really experience romantic attraction that often.

Rose definitely had a physical attraction to Steelbeak back when they worked together, but it never really went anywhere, and by now they’re both too comfortable with their current relationship to want to change anything. So, in the end, they have more of a “could have been something at one point, but never really happened and now it’s too late to try” sort of relationship.

Nowadays the two of them are still close despite how little they get to see each other in person. At most, they might be considered queerplatonic, but they don’t really have any sort of label on their relationship and just enjoy it for whatever it is.

#darkwing duck #dwd #dwd oc #my oc #FOWL #fowl scientist Rose Gold #thefriendlyfour

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lechugana · 4 years

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There’s an impostor

You can also read it on AO3

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender, Among Us (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Major Character Death Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron) Characters: Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Allura (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Hunk (Voltron), Coran (Voltron) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Among Us (Video Game) Setting, Based on a Tumblr Post, Cuban Lance (Voltron), Keith (Voltron) Is Trying, Sassy Pidge | Katie Holt, Shiro Doesn't Give A Fuck, Hunk (Voltron) is so Pure, Hunk it's scared, Mild Blood, Not too much, But it's there, Dialogue Heavy, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies Summary:

Dead body reported. Keith ran to the cafeteria, the place where he had woken up. All the other astronauts were there, some restless, some sitting in chairs, and some just pacing from one side to the other. "Well, now we are all here" Blue spoke. "Pidge and I found Brown dead in the engine room." "Lance and I haven't seen anyone pass by, but we had to warn you." "So, what do we do?" Pink asked from the cafeteria chair. "Vote skip." Keith saw through his screen how everyone was voting by pressing a key on their arm, at the same time, in his viewer he could see who had voted. "Hey, Red, are you going to vote?" Lance asked. Keith jumped a bit with fright, apparently, he had been thinking for a long time and was the last one to vote. "I'm not 'Red', my name is Keith" and with that he voted skip. Running out the waiting time and being able to do the tasks again.

CREWMATE

There is an impostor among us

The red lettering illuminating the inside of his helmet.

Keith didn't know what was happening, but panic began to swirl in his chest. He had been awakened by the red light from the letters on his helmet confused without knowing where he was.

The red lights disappeared revealing where he was. Apparently, he was in a cafeteria, more astronauts of different colours were around him. He tried talking to them to find out what was going on, but the moment he spoke no one answered, realizing that he couldn't communicate with other people.

Inside his helmet there were different symbols, among them there was a list with tasks that he had to do and next to it was a map with small exclamations. It was probably homework.

Walking, looking at the map at the same time, he went to the first task: to shoot down asteroids. A smile formed on his face, finally something he knew how to do. He sat in the command chair and reached for the controls, and one by one he shot down the asteroids that appeared through the large window that looked out into space. When no more asteroids appeared, large green letters illuminated his hull:

Task completed.

He proudly got out of his chair, and walked to the next task, which in small print said Control Room. But before he could get very far, the sound of an alarm made him jump out of place, red letters filling his entire visor.

Dead body reported.

Keith ran to the cafeteria, the place where he had woken up. All the other astronauts were there, some restless, some sitting in chairs, and some just pacing from one side to the other.

"Well, now we are all here" Blue spoke. "Pidge and I found Brown dead in the engine room."

"Lance and I haven't seen anyone pass by, but we had to warn you."

"So, what do we do?" Pink asked from the cafeteria chair.

"Vote skip."

Keith saw through his screen how everyone was voting by pressing a key on their arm, at the same time, in his viewer he could see who had voted.

"Hey, Red, are you going to vote?" Lance asked.

Keith jumped a bit with fright, apparently, he had been thinking for a long time and was the last one to vote.

"I'm not 'Red', my name is Keith" and with that he voted skip. Running out the waiting time and being able to do the tasks again.

He moved away from all the other astronauts, still a little shocked that the impostor was killing people. Before he could get away from the cafeteria an arm stopped his way. Before he could react by kicking them, Keith saw that it was not anyone but Lance.

“What do you want?” Keith asked him, only to found out, that, again, no one could hear him. So instead, he moved his hands on a way that will replicate that sentence.

Lance apparently got the message because he started to move around him and doing shit, a little after he realised that Lance was making fun of him, and with his face red full of shame, very proudly shoved him away and went to do tasks.

He was doing his tasks and he wanted to finish. It was all he asked. He wanted to finish this already and sleep. He was really sleepy. So, why did the lights turn off, huh? Before he could get angrier, footsteps sounded everywhere, putting him on alert. With dangerous confidence he stepped out from wherever he was and started walking to the electric room, footsteps could be heard around him, but he couldn’t see anything. Before Keith stepped into the electric room, someone pushed him into a wall.

Keith tried to grab anything around him, but he was with nothing, the only thing to defend him was his own body. He tensed up all the way up his spin, ready to beat anyone.

The person tried to stop his body from fighting and started to make moves with their hands and whole body. Keith squinted into the darkness trying to make out the silhouette, the faint light that came out from his visor made him guess the colour of his suit.

Blue.

That means that the one who pushed him into the wall was Lance.

Without realising his body let out a sigh of relieve, he didn’t know why, there was an impostor among them, so why he did feel relieve when he saw him?

In the dark, Lance, was making movements signalling him to follow him into the electric room. With caution, he followed him leaving a safe gap between them just in case he needed to run. On the map, a yellow exclamation was on the electric room warning him that there was a task that they needed to do, so, Keith got into work. Lance, who was besides him, started helping him, squinting into the dark. Short after, the light was up, and they could see again.

That relieve was cut abruptly when both saw the two bodies on the floor. The image in front of them almost made Keith throw up: they were cut in half, their spines showing, blood was everywhere, their top halves nowhere to be seen. It was nauseating.

Numbly, he quickly reported the dead bodies and helped Lance to carry them into a safe place on the ship. Lance kept giving him glances for the whole process, making sure that Keith was okay. Seconds later they were again on the cafeteria, were everyone was there.

All of them looked at him waiting for answers but he ignored him until he was helped by Lance to sit on a chair.

“Two bodies. On electric. White and Purple. We didn’t see anyone.”

“It’s a little funny to me that Lance it’s always there when there’s a body” Pink said.

“¿Qué bolá contigo? I was with him all the time! Right, Keith?” Lance gesture a lot when he talks, thought Keith.

Everyone looked at Keith, expecting for an answer, “It’s true, he was with me” Pink huffed and crossed their arms.

“That’s my amigo. See, Pinky, I told you~.”

“My name it’s not Pinky, moron. I’m Allura.”

“Hey, yuma! It’s not my fault that I can’t see your names.”

“Yellow, Black and Orange are really quiet. All the time” Pidge interrupted the small talk between Allura and Lance.

“I was with princess Allura all the time. I’m his protector” Orange said, a hand on his heart looking fondly at Allura. Lance on the other hand spurted all over himself at the word princess.

“Don’t get Coran into this, his behind my back all the time.”

“Yellow?” Pidge turn quickly to them.

“Wh-what? N-no. I swear it’s not me! I did the scan! The scan scanned me!” The hands of Yellow were flying everywhere, their voice shaking with fear. “And my name it’s not Yellow, it’s Hunk” he murmured wile fidgeting over his costume.

“Really, Hunk?” Pidge said with malice. “So, what did the scan said, huh?”

“My height, weight, my colour-”

“I was messing with ya, I saw you doing the scan” Pidge grunted feeling bad for the big guy.

“Black, dude, what about you?” Lance shout to the men in black.

“I didn’t do it.”

“That’s it?” Lance looked around him trying to figure Black out. “Acere, you don’t have to sell yourself into being a sus.”

“I’m not selling myself into being the suspect. I’m telling truth” Black grunted as they crossed their arms on defence.

Lance looked at him with his eyebrows slightly raised and let a resigned sigh, “Now, Black it’s also not the impostor, so what are-”

“I’m not Black.”

“Well, I can see that” Lance looked up and down into Black's Asian face.

Black looked at him deadpanned, with their eyebrows drawn together, “I’m Shiro. Not Black.”

“Why are y'all so mean to me. I don’t know your names!” Lance shouted, moving his arms in the air. Looking at Lance so carefree made almost Keith smile.

“I think it’s Shiro” Allura cut Lance speech before it went too far.

“Yeah? Why so?” Shiro said with cockiness.

“Because.”

“Princess Allura, don’t be like that-.”

“Yeah, princess don’t be like that” Shiro made fun of her.

“Guys! We need to decide” urged Pidge.

Allura, without thinking twice, pressed the key on her arm, being the first one to vote. While doing so, she looked straight into the eyes of Shiro.

Keith, not knowing what to do, voted skip. Feeling something heavy on his stomach. Shiro was a great suspect, but the whole thing made him back up on his decision. Seconds later, all the people voted.

Four votes to Shiro.

Shiro was going to be ejected from the ship.

A mechanic arm catched Shiro from his waist before he could say anything, the arm throwed him into the space. All of them watched as Shiro flew into the universe, getting lost into the darkness. Before they could go back and do task, letters were formed on the big window.

Shiro was not the impostor.

Shocked, Keith was going to say something, but his voice didn’t reach out to others, meaning that it was time to do tasks again. Turning around, he saw that the only people left in the room was him and Hunk, who was scrunch on a chair gripping his head and shaking.

Keith was going to leave him behind, but seeing the big boy so scared alone made Keith feeling bad. Walking to him, Keith put a and on Hunk’s shoulder encouraging him to go with him to do tasks together. That seemed to lift his mood up, and like a loyal dog, he went behind Keith’s back, gripping is astronaut costume while fidgeting.

An exclamation was on the security room, Keith walk in and was surprised to see Lance too. Before he could talk to him a sound came from the hallway and before he could do react, Keith saw Hunk runaway down the hallway. He wanted to run and catch him but the door on security room was block on his face.

“Wow, what a jerk. You okay?” the voice of Lance filled the small room. Wait, he could talk? “Yeah, we can talk if you take out your helmet kitty” Lance said slyly, Keith frowned at that pet name. “I wouldn’t try to move if I were you. But you are going to lose anyways” he shrugged. “Coran and Allura are dead. Hunk it’s running away, quien sabe dios. And Pidge is trapped somewhere on this ship.”

Lance sat down on the only chair in the security room, “You are the only one that I liked. From the beginning. Also, you kindda cute kitty, not gonna lie” Keith, against his will, blushed at the compliment.

“Are you going to kill me or what?”

Lance got up and walk into his direction, pinning him into the close door. Lance was a few inches taller than him, making Keith to lift his head reluctant.

“I mean… I want to win” Lance whispered into the air. “Maybe next time we are on the same team kitty, but right now you are the only thing that’s on my way.”

“And why is that? Kill me right now and I will be not on your way.”

“Because I like you” Lance bowed down, and kiss him on either cheek, slowly and warm. “That’s why. I’m sorry.”

Finally, Keith could see the wiped blood on Lance costume, making his costume even darker on some spots, also on his face, making is blue eyes gentle eyes more sadistic.

The alarm warned them that the oxygen was failing second by second, resigning to his fate, Keith hugged Lance and kissed him on the cheek, like the other one did, surprising him a little bit, and before he could think of the other’s one skin against his lips, of how warm he was and soft he was. A quick pain flowered on his chest and Keith knew that Lance just stabbed him. The last thing he saw was Lance’s face screw up on hot tears against his cold face.

IMPOSTOR

There’s 2 impostors among us

#fanfic #ao3 fanfic #voltron fanfic #voltron: legendary defenders #klance #keith #lance #among us au

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cinnbar-bun · 4 years

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A Fool, a Sage, and a Lonely Friend (Lucilius x Reader x Beelzebub) [Part 1]

Summary: You have been forsaken and abandoned by the master who molded you, who spoke their divine wisdom to you, and who had left you alone in the new world. Revenge comes in the form of two Astrals who look incredibly similar to those figures who you used to be connected to. What simple fools they are, eager to hear your every word as they slowly break down the world you despise so much... if only they would stop thinking of those other clones of you.

Warning: Spoilers for lots of plots in GBF as well as lots of me creating a backstory and my own sort of lore that can kinda relate in canon, but is not actually canon. Please bear that in mind. Major Character Death as well as some swearing occasionally.

Note: Reader is an evil nasty person. Reader is basically the equivalent of Helel or Lucio (whichever you prefer), while also having two different forms (similar to the whole “rules of three” thing with Lucio/Lucilius/Lucifer). With that in mind, enjoy and please make sure to leave a like or reblog! Also, the reader’s divine name will be a bit different at first but it’ll make since later.

“Helel ben an-Nar...” Sahar called to you, a forlorn look in his eyes as his lips tightened to form a frown. “What are you doing?”

“An-Nar...I despise that name now.” You responded, sneering.

“What do you mean?”

“Why should I be called that when I was named from an unworthy master? It’s disgusting that name is attached to me. I despise that I was given this hideous form as well.”

He stepped closer to you, his footsteps echoing in the silent chamber.

“Don’t speak about our master that way, he is not unworthy nor as he-”

“I tire of your speech, brother.” Instead of softening at the term of endearment, it sent a cold shiver down his spine. “Aren’t you tired of waiting? Aren’t you tired of all of this? It’s ridiculous we must wait around like fools for nothing. Why don’t you just open your eyes? We have been forgotten.” You turned and faced him, your eyes glaring daggers at him.

“We have not. Things happen for a reason and we must be patient.”

“There you go again! ‘Be patient’, what for? Even you must realize we have received nothing! We are nothing now! And I’m sick of being patient and waiting. I thought you would know better, but I guess you are still as weak as before! Even you, the shining light of the speakers- you’ve heard absolutely nothing from our master! Hah!” You laughed arrogantly as he bit his lip and shook his head.

“You are still as stubborn and childish as ever. It pains me to see you reduced to this an-Nar.” Sahar gazed at you sadly. “You were always so eager to work and help. What happened?”

“What happened is I stopped groveling like a dog for a master who does not call to us. I stopped pretending he was coming to us. Open your eyes, Sahar, we are fated to be alone.”

“There must be a reason-”

“There is none. Stop excusing this behavior. You know better than I how we are truly useless.” Your (e/c) eyes bored into his pale blue ones. Your stance made him nearly weep. You were once so close to him, someone who stood by his and Shalem’s side, who used to smile at him with such glowing eyes and a bright smile. But now, they were dead and cold. All the light had been stripped from them as you furrowed your brows. “I have no use for a world that has no need for me.”

Just as you had uttered that, your eyes glowed a bright red as you summoned your flaming sword.

“And I shall start with you.”

You woke up with a shaky breath as you gulped and held a hand to your chest.

What a strange nightmare...

Sahar...an-Nar...master? What did any of those things mean?

You shook your head and sat straight up, noticing you were not in your bed, but instead a rather messy and scattered lab. You chuckled to yourself as you pulled the small blanket off of you, thanking your friend for giving it to you.

“You’re finally awake.” He said, his monotone voice startling you as you looked up at him. He was scribbling notes as he poked and prodded at a strange crystal. You smiled gently, rubbing the tired out of your eyes.

“Thank you, Lucilius.” You said.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I didn’t do anything.” He said as continued working. His face was stone cold, but after knowing him for so long, you merely waved off his obvious lie.

“Sure. Whatever you say. Where’s Beelzebub?” You asked.

“Hell if I know.” Lucilius mumbled, still not looking at you.

“How do you not know where he is?”

“Do I look like his babysitter? It’s tiring enough that I have to care for you already.” He huffed.

“But you love me!” You whined.

“Never said that.” He argued.

“Actually you did.”

“No.”

“Mhm. You did. You have done so multiple times.” You folded your arms.

“I have not. Don’t push your luck.” He chided. You noticed his cheeks turning a slight shade of pink, so pale you would’ve missed it if you blinked. You smirked victoriously.

“Alright, Faa.” You said, calling him by his least favorite nickname.

“Don’t call me that, (Y/n).”

“Just did. I’m going to find Bubz.” You poked his shoulders as you stepped away and ran out the door of the lab. You searched through the large corridors and rooms of the pristine building, eager to find your other best friend. You gazed at the bright light of the sun beaming through the windows and smiled at how warm it felt.

Life was undeniably perfect.

As your eyes trailed to the scenery outside, you noticed a black hood in the mix of the patches of grass. You gasped and ran outside, running to the large tree that he was resting under.

“Bubz!” You shouted, waving your arms frantically. He sat up and looked at you in confusion before you tackled him to the ground in a hug.

“(Y/n), must you always run into me like this?” He sighed.

“I can’t help it, I just get excited when I see you.” You admitted. He sneered and patted the area next to him, out of the shade of the tree. You laughed as you basked in the sun’s rays as he stayed in the dark.

“How was your nap?” He asked.

“Oh, it was weird. I had a crazy dream... I don’t understand it, if I’m being honest.” You awkwardly rubbed the back of your neck. It wasn’t the first time you dreamt of something like this. You once had a dream of a person named “Shalem”, with dark skin and bright yellow hair that looked like gold thread. Instinctively, you gently touched Beelzebub’s braid.

“I’m guessing it wasn’t good?” He asked.

“I...I don’t know...I just remember... me...but not me... screaming and yelling at someone. I... I was going to kill them...” You stammered out. The “someone” looked so similar to Lucilius, albeit different from your friend. He had long white hair and wore a tunic that flowed as if by magic. He was someone special.

But why would you want to hurt him?

You sighed and Beelzebub awkwardly patted your head.

“I can’t say I don’t feel the same. I’ve also had rather strange dreams too.”

“It just felt so...”

“Real?” A voice cut in. You turned around and saw Lucilius standing along the doorway of the garden, his arms folded as his face remained in that same bored expression as always.

“You have them too?” You asked. He didn’t respond, instead just sitting next to you and staring at the sky.

It was silent as the three of you sat, the grass tickling your skin as the wind rustled the leaves of the tree.

You contemplated your thoughts for a moment before you looked up again.

“Thank you, you two.” You hummed.

“What?” They both said as they looked at you curiously.

“I just think it’s nice...to be have you two as friends. I’ve been alone all my life until you two accepted me. I want this friendship to stay forever.” You explained.

The two boys looked at each other, a certain feeling of warmth and bitter jealously filling the air. You didn’t notice as you sighed deeply.

“And...I’m sorry. For being so useless time and time again. I know I am not someone you two should be associating with and yet, I don’t want you two to leave me alone. Could you allow me to be selfish this one time?” You asked.

“Don’t ask stupid questions you already know the answer to.” Lucilius said as he folded his arms.

“It’s pointless of us to abandon you. We’re all in the same boat.” Beelzebub tiredly stated.

You nodded, but something about their statements made you feel off.

No. You were not the same. You were never the same to them.

You were always the useless third wheel, who had no special talents or skills that the Council saw as necessary. Sure, you three may have been orphans together, but they had a talent that you could never hope to have.

The thought made your mood dwindle significantly. Lucilius seemed to notice and rolled his eyes.

“Honestly, I don’t get you. If I didn’t like you, I wouldn’t have talked to you. Get that through your thick skull already.” Lucilius snapped. He always was aggressive and terrible at saying his feelings, no doubt a side effect he developed due to the cruel adult Astrals. Beelzebub sneered and laid back down.

“I don’t usually say this often, but I agree with him. If I did not desire your presence I would not have cared to interact with you.”

It cheered you up a bit when they both placed their hands on yours.

“Alright, alright. I’ll stop being gloomy. I want to be the best I can be for you two. Can we promise this though? To stay friends forever?” You asked.

“We just said-” You cut Lucilius off.

“No, we need to make this official, Faa. Come on. Pinkies out.” The two sighed as they did so, and you wrapped yours around their slender fingers.

“This is so stupid.”

“I don’t see how this makes it ‘official’.”

“You two are such downers. It’s a promise that we will stay together as friends! Cross my heart and hope to die, stick a needle in my eye!” You said.

“Don’t stick a needle in your eye.”

“It’s just an expression!”

“It’s a stupid expression.”

“Do you know what you’re doing?” He shouted.

“Yes. I am aware. In order to gain my freedom, I need to destroy all that stands in my way. You are the first that needs to go.” You stated, your blade pointed mere inches from his neck.

“I’m not going to fight you, my friend.” He stood as still as a statue as you stared at him, unyielding.

“We are not friends. You are in alliance with him and as such, I can’t have you alive for this. I’ll give you one last chance. Join me, brother, and we can gain our freedom together. Don’t you wish to be your own self? Choose your own name? Make your own choices?”

“We are not meant to have those choices. We are mere spectators, as our creator intended for us to be.” He answered. “We are meant to watch so others can get those choices.”

“But why? Why must we be the ones to forsake ourselves for selfish players? I didn’t ask to be created, nor did I ask to be chosen for this role. It’s not my duty, and I will not continue this. Stay out of my way, Sahar.”

“No. I will not allow you to upset the balance he had intended for us to keep. My dear an-Nar... please... return to us and-”

“Never. I will never stay here! You cannot keep me here any longer! I will not be a puppet for whatever damn game he made me for! It’s my life, and I will not allow him to choose for me! So, move or I’ll kill you!” You screamed, your blade glowing as your eyes flared red. You moved your blade back to swing at him when you felt a force hold you back. “W-wha-?”

Sahar looked down at you, a shadow casting over his face.

“I’m sorry it had to come to this. Truly, I don’t want to do this.”

“Sahar! What the hell are you doing to me?!” You shouted, straining your muscles to just move.

“You have done the unforgivable, an-Nar. We-no, I- cannot allow you to hurt others and yourself for this. It would be pointless blood shed.”

“Don’t tell me what to do! Don’t tell me what I am! Don’t tell me what’s pointless or useful!” You growled at him.

“You can hate me all you want. I don’t mind. I’m doing this because I love you and I can’t stand to see you this upset. Please...forgive me in time. I’m sorry.” He said, turning his head away as he raised a hand to you. You saw tears stream down his cheeks and it only made you feel even more rage.

“You! I’ll never forgive you! Never! Just you wait, I’ll come back and I will kill you and hurt you a thousand times harder! I’ll make you regret not dying before!” You cursed him, before he chanted a spell and a blinding light filled your eyes.

You couldn’t feel a thing as the light engulfed you.

“Ah!” You shouted, screaming as you gripped the blankets tightly. “Ah...it’s... just a dream...”

Every once in a while you got those dreams. Some man was there, shining brightly as he would take your hand and hold you, smiling gently as he told you you were precious to him. There were some where there was a young girl who was always curious, and you two would spend time questioning everything you could.

Then the nightmares would come along, where you spent nights agonizing over something, something you couldn’t understand. Something that your own brain couldn’t seem to process as it came out so jumbled and blurry, almost like a static noise.

An-Nar...an-Nar...an-Nar...who was that?

You buried your head in your knees as you tried to push the nightmare away. Your mind screamed for you to get up and you weakly struggled to get up. Your own body was slowly fading. A burning sensation spread throughout your limbs as you stood up and shuffled to the door.

You dryly coughed and opened the door, the sunlight making you shiver as you walked to a specific lab.

You gently rasped your knuckles against the door of the lab, and it opened to reveal a tired Lucilius.

“(Y-Y/n). Come in.” He mumbled as he walked back to his research and fumbled with a messy and poorly maintained notebook.

“F-Faa... rest...” Your voice croaked out. He froze before he shook his head.

“I can’t. The Council has been up my ass over these shitty projects. These bastards don’t seem to understand that it’s going to take a while for this freaking prototype to even function.” He snarled.

“Sorry...”

“Don’t apologize. Sit. You didn’t happen to see Beelzebub, have you? Bastard still didn’t come.” You shook your head and laid down upon the small window couch, shivering violently. It’s cold. So cold.

Lucilius, ever the keen friend, helped you get comfortable and gently rested the blanket atop of you. You curled into it and rested your head against the glass, hoping for the bright sun to keep you warm.

“Thank you...” You whisper as your eyes flutter shut.

He can’t bear to look at you.

“It’s nothing.” He responds with quietly.

“I had another dream...” You struggled to get the words out of your throat. “I think I died...he... I was gonna...kill him...”

He doesn’t understand your babbling anymore. He gulps and nods.

“It’s just a dream.”

“He looks...like you... she...looks like him... and they... they loved me... and I... I was gonna... kill... it’s...c-cold...”

He sees how bad you are shivering. It’s sunny out and he finds it quite stuffy in the room, but you cry how cold it is. And he bites his lip. He can’t stand to watch you like this.

“You’ll warm up soon.” He lies. He knows damn well you’re dying. He knows, Beelzebub knows, and you seem to know it in your deteriorated state. He doesn’t face you. He just continues scribbling notes into his pages.

“C-cold...” You let out a sob. “So... cold...”

He ignores it. It doesn’t exist if he doesn’t acknowledge it. For all the many years he has known you, you have always been about living. You loved life. No matter how useless you were to the shitty council, you always persevered and continued every day.

And he grew to love that about you.

It’s been years since you made him and Beelzebub do that stupid promise back when you were still young and naive. And now that both of them had gone up in the ranks, gaining more prestige and knowledge and power than they ever could’ve imagined, you have only gotten worse.

He couldn’t do much with this power as he had to slowly witness you collapse into a former husk of yourself.

“Bubz...” You say, and Lucilius looks up to see the hooded man walking in.

“(Y/n).” He calls to you, and reach out a shaky hand to him. He exhales and walks to you, reaching for your hands. You weakly stroke his hair, and it undoes itself from the loose braid he put it in.

He could never understand why you were so fascinated with his hair. But it would calm you down and make you happy, so he didn’t care anymore.

“You need to rest.” Beelzebub urged you. You shook your head.

“No...I keep...dreaming...again and again...they look like you...and they try... and kill me...” You gasp out.

“It’s just a dream. We aren’t going to kill you.” He explains.

“You...promise? You won’t let me...die?” You asked. He shakes his head.

“No. We will help you okay? So rest.”

“Outside...sun...outside please...” You begged as you held your burning and aching sides. Beelzebub hoisted you into his arms gently, careful to not hurt you more as Lucilius watched. “Faa...Bubz...join me...”

They didn’t say a word as Beelzebub silently carried you bridal style to the gardens. You shivered and buried your face into Beelzebub’s chest, and he ignored how cold you felt against him. He laid you down to rest on the green grass near the bed of lilies. Thankfully, your shivering stopped as the men quietly watched as you closed your eyes and slumbered away on the ground.

“Did you find anything?” Lucilius asked.

“If I did, don’t you think I would’ve said something?” Beelzebub snarled back.

“I’m being thorough. I’m not having them die on me like this.”

“Neither will I. The Council doesn’t seem to be willing to hear me on this because they are considered unworthy to them.”

“Bastards...” Lucilius mumbled. “All they do is act stupid to real problems.”

“Right now their focus is on the other sky. They’ve grown bored and their minds are craving new subjects.”

“Is that so? Then...perhaps if we go to that new world we can find a new cure for them.”

“There’s plenty of weak subjects for us to use too. The possibilities are endless. Once we stake our claim there, we have the vast resources to do as we please.” Beelzebub smirked.

“Ah, well at least that explains why they were so eager for me to finish my prototype. I’m sure they could be quite useful when I master this phenomena.” Lucilius tapped his chin. “I don’t care what it takes. I’m willing to sacrifice whatever.”

“Then you better hurry. They don’t have much time.” Beelzebub said.

“Keep an eye on them. I’m going back to work.” Beelzebub nodded as he sat on a bench and watched as you slept. Your shivering stopped completely, and he momentarily forgot about your current condition. It was just like when you both were younger and you held his hand as he led you to the gardens. It’s where you two played and relaxed and talked about whatever you wished.

There you two got into discussions of dreams.

You always had those “strange dreams”, as you called them since you were young. He vividly remembers the day you ran up to him and yelled, “I thought you were a girl!” It was the start of your rather unorthodox friendship.

You were supposed to be useless. Someone who would never amount to anything or have any impact on the world. But Beelzebub couldn’t help but think how important you were to him now. Something about you just drew him further in.

“Agh...I’ll...you...” You mumbled in your sleep, clenching and clawing at the dirt. He hunched over your form as you groaned in pain.

“(Y/n). (Y/n). Wake up.” He said as he shook your body gently. You held your side as your face contorted into one of agony.

“Bubz...it hurts...” You pathetically called to him. He frowned and sat on the ground beside you before he picked you and placed you on his massive lap.

“I know.” He said. “What did you dream of?”

“I want to see...the new world...” You whispered before you lost consciousness and collapsed against his sturdy chest.

He froze.

How did you...that wasn’t exactly common knowledge. In fact, he only knew recently as the Council had allowed it. But how did you know? Did you hear him and Lucilius talk? But that shouldn’t be possible... you were already asleep.

The thought burned into his mind as he stroked your hair gently, just like you did to him before.

“Don’t worry, we promise we’ll take you there soon. Just wait for us.”

There was no changing it. The Council had already decided.

“What use is there to a living corpse? They’ve never brought anything satisfactory to us.”

“A shame they were kept alive as long as they have been.”

Lucilius clenched his teeth as his nails dug into his flesh. Beelzebub folded his arms as his hood covered his face.

So this was it.

You were to die.

And they were powerless to stop it.

“What a useless little creature. It would have had more worth being cast to the bottom of the sky.”

That set Lucilius off. He strode to the middle of the floor, staring at the ground.

“How dare you say that about them?” He snarled. “You do not even know them!”

“Lucilius. Hold your tongue or you will be severely punished for this. We have respected your work for a long time, unless, of course, you wish to start over from zero? Do you want to join that dying thing?”

“Shut up!” He yelled, his eyes bloodshot and red as he stared angrily at the members. “What do you know of them? You know nothing! Nothing! You bastards have known nothing! You say you respect me, that’s only because I have the brains and the will to continue where you pieces of shit have never ventured! You are nothing without me!”

“Lucilius-”

“Quiet! If you won’t help them and listen to me, then I will destroy you all one by one! This is MY work that has helped you, and I can just as easily use it to destroy you! You’ll learn to fear me!”

The council stared in shock, some nervously eyeing one another before they trained their eyes back to Lucilius.

“This is nonnegotiable, Lucilius. Stay silent or there will be consequences.”

Lucilius shook his head and stormed out of the room, Beelzebub following behind.

“Bastards. Those freaking idiots are so-”

“Don’t lose your cool, Lucilius. We don’t need their permission anymore.” Beelzebub tried to calm him down. Lucilius nodded as they walked into their lab, where you lay, more sickly and thin than before. Beelzebub hoisted your unconscious body over his shoulders as Lucilius shoved his notes in a bag.

“Gods...why can’t I find it...” Lucilius huffed.

“We don’t have much time, they will come here soon for them.” Beelzebub warned.

“I know that.”

“Then hurry up.” Lucilius quickly picked up the last of his research, gripping his lance in his other hand as the two hurriedly walked out. Just as they had expected, a number of Astrals were there, waiting to drag you out and finish the death sentence the Council appointed to you. Beelzebub held you tightly against his chest as Lucilius pointed his lance at them, eager to battle.

“I’ve warned you fools before.” Lucilius mumbled. You stirred for a moment and weakly sputtered for air before Beelzebub gently stroked your hair and shushed you.

“Hu...”

“Sh... go back to sleep. Just stay with us for a while. Please.” He begged, hoping to the gods above that you wouldn’t die right now. Not now. Not yet. They still didn’t finish their promise.

Lucilius let out a battle cry as he swung his spear, the anger and pent-up rage he contained coming out full force as their bodies dropped and his robes were stained crimson.

“Come on. Let’s go.” He looked at Beelzebub, his blue eyes glazed over in an emotion Beelzebub had never seen, but one that slightly excited him. Their robes and cloaks fluttered behind them as they hurriedly made their escape.

“Bu...” You called. Your eyes looked to see a blurry Lucilius covered in red, and you tried to look at Beelzebub, who stared down at you worriedly. Your eyes rolled back as everything faded again.

“Aren’t you tired of being useless? Aren’t you tired of annoying them with your presence? Give yourself up to me. Give up, and we will be rejoined. You will be able to become stronger for them. Won’t that be nice?”

Your eyes opened as you saw the blue sky. You weakly gasped. It looked so different from your sky. But it was so gorgeous... so mesmerizing...such a beautiful shade of blue.

You cracked a smile.

“So...”

As your throat croaked, two figures overshadowed you as they knelt down right next to you.

“Faa...Bubz...” You tried to chuckle. It came out more like a choking sound, but they didn’t mind. They gently took your hand and smiled at you gently.

“Look. We made it.” Lucilius whispered.

“The new sky.” Bubz added.

“...pretty...” You smiled. You gripped their sleeves and weakly forced yourself to sit up. Seeing what you were trying to do, Beelzebub lifted you up and you clung to him as your body shook.

You awkwardly moved your body to grip Lucilius’s sleeve too, and braced an arm behind you so you didn’t fall.

“Die. Go on. Die. You saw the sky. Now go under. Close your eyes.” a familiar voice called to you.

How could you though, when you felt so undeniably happy? So... alive? In a moment of adrenaline and excitement, you grinned as you tried to walk forward. It hurt and your body could barely hold itself up, but none of that mattered. None of the pain even registered as you held onto your most treasured friends and got to witness the new sky in all its glory.

“(Y/n). Easy now, careful. You don’t want to trip.” Beelzebub said.

You nodded and held their hands tighter as your eyes looked at the sun. Funny how staring at it for so long didn’t make this sight any less amazing. You closed your eyes and breathed in the fresh air.

“Thank you...” You said to them both.

“Don’t thank us. It was nothing.” Lucilius blushed, looking away.

“It was your dream for a while, so how could we say no?” Beelzebub smiled softly at you. “We did promise to stay together and keep you alive, so we’re going to do just that.”

It had been nonstop work for Beelzebub and Lucilius. All this time, they had been out and about searching for a cure, for anything at all to fix you and improve their research.

In the meantime, you sat in the small, but still wonderful garden. It was quiet and full of white lilies, your favorite flowers. You stared at the sky as the wind rustled. It was beautiful...but yet it was so lonely. Your friends were not by your side, as they were always too busy to sit with you.

You smiled sadly.

It’s because I am useless they keep stressing over me...I wish they’d stop...

It was a harsh truth to accept. You were the reason they left the Astral world and started over here, the reason they murdered so many others just to have you escape.

You wished you could take back that stupid promise you made. You could hardly even speak anymore, as it hurt just to talk, but being alone with your thoughts made your mind run wild. It switched over from crying in fear from the nightmares to just thinking of sleep. In moments like this, where you had the rationale to think, you remembered how useless and selfish you were. It was your fault they were hurting.

I guess you were right, an-Nar...I should’ve died...

You stood up and immediately fell to the ground. It was so painful to move. But it didn’t matter. You weakly crawled to the patch of lilies and rested beside them. You were tired. So tired. It hurt to be alive. So...it was time to rest...

Lucilius liked taking walks to the garden. When he wasn’t being hounded by work and research, he felt a desire to get out and get some fresh air. Not to mention, he got to see you, which was the biggest reward in his mind.

You couldn’t talk, but you didn’t need to. He was right here for you. There was no need to speak when he could give you anything and everything without you uttering a single word. He and Beelzebub could give that to you.

He stepped outside and hissed at the sun’s light, before he squinted at the bench. You weren’t sitting there. Strange... weren’t you there before? He walked closer to it before he saw your legs curled up to your body as you lay in the grass.

His eyes widened.

He couldn’t process his next actions, but he could vaguely remember screaming, crying, yelling, shaking, and eventually him fainting due to exhaustion. Nothing made sense.

He awoke to see his creation standing above him, worry in his eyes.

“Lucifer. What are you doing?”

“I’m sorry, you fainted in the gardens and I took you back inside to rest. You haven’t been sleeping well have you?” Lucilius ignored him as he stood up, wobbling out the door as he tried to steady himself. “L-Lucilius, what are you-”

“(Y/n). (Y/n). Where are they?”

“Oh...them...” Lucifer’s eyes trailed off. “I’m sorry, but they have passed on. It’s... it’s for the best, don’t you think, Master? They were in a lot of pain-”

“Zip it! I didn’t ask for your worthless opinion!” Lucilius yelled at Lucifer, his eyes watering. “I don’t remember asking for your input on what’s best. I was going to save them!”

“Master-”

“Shut it.” Lucilius cut him off as he walked around aimlessly in his research lab.

How dare they? How dare they die when he was close? He could’ve- he paused.

There was something he hadn’t tried yet... something he himself was curious about. It may be a good time to test his newest hypothesis.

He noticed Beelzebub was gently resting your body in a poorly made grave. Traditions demanded that bodies be disposed to the bottom of the sky as a way to get rid of those “imperfect” beings. He never cared too much for it, but now, seeing as you were now one of those seemingly imperfect beings, he felt disgusted at the thought of just abandoning you as if you were trash.

“Beelzebub.” Lucilius called. Beelzebub stopped what he was doing, a forlorn look on his face as he gazed into the researchers. “Don’t do that crap now. We can have one more chance at this. Bring them to me in the lab.”

Beelzebub had a slight inkling on what he was planning and lifted your body gently out of the coffin. Lucilius made a beeline for his lab, ignoring all his creations around him as he hurriedly unlocked the door.

“This isn’t your usual lab, Lucilius.”

“I’m aware. I’ve been testing some theories over here, and now is a good way to prove them.” Lucilius mumbled back. Inside, there was a large table with a cloth over it, hiding an outline of a body. There was notes and diagrams pinned over the walls and littering the floor. Beelzebub made a disgusted face at the large mess he made. But Lucilius was nothing without his quirks.

Lucilius pointed at an empty table next to the one that was covered.

“Put them right there.” Beelzebub laid your body on it before Lucilius yanked the cover off of the other table. Beelzebub gasped.

“What the hell is this?” He asked. His red eyes narrowed as he looked at what seemed to be an exact copy of... you... He glowered at Lucilius. “What the hell did you do?”

Lucilius’s blue eyes paled over, an insane look in his eyes that made Beelzebub grit his teeth.

“I had an idea once. From a dream. What if we made them a body? A body that would never rest or wilt. A body that would never fade or get weak. A powerful one that could make them stronger than any of those other worthless creatures. If I could just transfer that consciousness into this-”

“No.” Beelzebub cut him off. “No. I already see where this is going. Don’t you dare, Lucilius.”

“I didn’t ask what you thought about my project. I am doing this to help them.” Lucilius snapped back.

“There are other ways. We can find another way. I’m not having you do whatever this shit is.” Beelzebub shook his head, preparing to lift you up. He felt cold metal on the back of his neck and turned around slowly to see Lucilius staring him down and pointing his lance at him.

“Put them down.”

“Lucilius, you’ve lost your damn mind!”

“I have not lost anything yet! Put them down! This is necessary! If we can do this then just think of all we can do to ourselves! We can all be the most powerful creatures in existence! We can be together forever!”

“And you’re willing to do this off of a stupid dream? Do you hear yourself?!” Beelzebub shouted. “Put down your stupid weapon! Listen to yourself! They just died and all you’re worried about is being the most powerful?”

“Put the body back! You will not take them from me!” Lucilius screamed. Beelzebub scowled at Lucilius.

“You’re getting ridiculous, Lucilius. You’ve been knocked out for over three days and now you proclaim you’re going to save them by putting them in a new body?”

“It’s a theory. One that I’ve thought of for a long time. I was prepared for this day, and it has unfortunately come. I know there’s something missing here. From me, you, and (Y/n). Something isn’t right with our current forms. And what better way to test it than with them?” Lucilius explained.

“And what do you plan on doing to them?”

“Whatever needs to be done. I will sacrifice whatever I must to prove this theory.” Beelzebub seemed to contemplate Lucilius’s words before he sighed.

“I don’t like this.”

“We promised to them we’d keep them alive. Their dream was to explore this world. We have yet to do either. I won’t rest until that happens.” Lucilius said. “Don’t tell me you plan on breaking that promise?”

Beelzebub frowned.

“Don’t use those words against me.”

“Whatever I must do, I will. And when I get them back, with or without you, I will be with them and I will make them happy. Leave if you choose to. I don’t care. Just know that I will be the one to return them here.” Beelzebub chuckled quietly, making Lucilius stare at him in confusion. His quiet laughter changed to full on guffaw as he ran a hand through his hair.

“The fact you think this will work and the fact that you think you’ll make them happy is ridiculous! You’ve really lost it! Lucilius, I once respected you and your intellect, but it seems you’ve just gone mad. You were once a friend before, but now seeing you attempt this? It’s too much. You have no damn clue what you are doing anymore.”

Lucilius bit his inner lip.

“I know what I must do. Unlike you, I am willing to take my chances. I don’t care what I must do for (Y/n), but I will bring them back.” Beelzebub waved a hand at him and walked out the door.

“Do as you please. You’re a fool, Lucilius. A damn fool.” He said before he slammed the door shut behind him. Lucilius huffed before he strode to the table with your corpse on it.

“Good riddance to him. I know you cherished me more than you did him, right? Unlike him, I actually care for you and adore you. If you’re patient, you can rule the world by my side. We’ll show them... we’ll show them all just how much more powerful we are than them. This world will be all yours. I promise.” He whispered.

Beelzebub angrily walked out of the lab.

“That damn man- agh!” He growled.

Just who does he think he is? Our plan was to make sure they were alive and well, and now he has the nerve to suggest we mutilate their corpse over a dream. Unbelievable.

This was not what you would have wanted. Unlike with Lucilius, you talked to Beelzebub a lot about your dreams. You talked to him about how you just wanted to see the world and sit in the sun with the two of them. You didn’t desire riches or power or anything of the sort. It was what made you so different from others he had met before. Despite your supposed uselessness, you just wanted to live your life in peace. And now Lucilius was trying to take your peace away from you and bring you back with whatever nonsensical plan he came up with.

He frowned.

He never understood you like I did. He thinks he’s so great. I’ll show him I can be better than whatever he is. I know he thinks you loved him so much- but deep down you trusted me more with your deepest fears and desires. I will forever be the one you ran to when you needed help, not him. He will never have that chance. Not even if the sky were to collapse.

He chuckled to himself.

“I guess now we’re going to see who will be the strongest, Lucilius. I will crush you into dust before I let you beat me.”

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Hey! can I request first love(childhood love?) hcs with RFA +Saeran (I think you did this one with Jihyun and Jumin?) if it's too much you can just do Yoosung and Jaehee (I your stuff btw keep up the good work!)

hello! I received a couple more asks similar to this, and I’ve actually answered them before (you can find them here), so I’ll just do Yoosung and Jaehee here ^^ hope you like it nontheless!

YOOSUNG:

* We’ve all met Yoosung as the bright, cheerful, shooting star of the RFA, the naive yet sweet bundle of joy everyone adores

* What fewer people know however, is the shy, innocent little child he once was, big doe eyes peering out beneath raven black tufts of hair, mostly seen hiding behind his mom’s skirt as he cocked his head curiously to glare at strangers

* This was the Yoosung MC had met back when they were both barely 5 years old, a shy little kid crying on the first day of kindergarden, his mother trying fruitlessly to push him away from the deathly tight grip he had on her leg.

* “No! I don’t wanna go mommy, don’t make me go!” Yoosung begged, hiding his face onto his mothers pants, wiping tears and snot onto his arm.

* MC had just been dropped off by their own parents, had been waving goodbye at them when they heard Yoosung cry, saw his fluffy locks and shaking shoulders as he clung to his mom.

* MC pouted. Something in his cries tugged at their heartstrings, an instinctual need to protect this boy with all their might.

* Without second thought, they marched towards Yoosung, much to their own parent’s confused stares from across the kindergarden’s yard, and tapped on Yoosung’s shaking shoulder, making him turn to face them with a pouty look, tears still pooling in their eyes.

* “Hi! I’m MC!” they greeted, flashing him their best bright smile. Yoosung’s frowned deepened at first, cautious of this strange kid suddenly approaching him. But MC didn’t give up.

* Before Yoosung could turn back around, MC gripped his shoulder, tugging him back and away from his mom. “Your mommy’s leg will hurt if you keep pulling!” they said, scolding him like their mom had scolded them many times before-even Yoosung’s mom couldn’t help but snort a laugh at that, the way MC had put their hands on their hips like an angry mom.

* Yoosung blinked owlishly, looking up to his mom. No matter what, he was never one for being mean, and thinking he might have caused his mom harm even by accident made his stomach churn.

* MC patted his back, letting their hand rest there as they smiled at him. “Wanna say bye to your mom and go play with me? I know how to make sand castles!” MC proudly exclaimed.

* Yoosung eyed them for a long moment, took in a sip of their bravery. With a shaky intake of breath he squared his shoulder, looked his mom straight in the eyes as he waved ‘bye bye’ to her, and without thinking, reached for MC’s hand, holding it tight as he let them tug him towards the kindergarden’s playground.

* True to their word, MC did make a great sand castle-and they let Yoosung decorate it whilst the two got to know each other, talking about everything and nothing, and before either of them knew it, they’d become inseparable, refusing to let go of each other’s hand even during nap times.

* Their moms ended up becoming close friends, the two staying over at each others’ house more often than not, staying up past their bedtime playing videogames until someone yelled at them to turn off the consoles and go to sleep, at which they’d sneakily giggle to each other.

* But as these things go, the years passed, and by the end of middle school, they each entered a different high school, and ended up drifting apart, it being a time before social media was such a big thin in kids’ lives.

* Yoosung never forgot about MC though-how could he? The first time he’d ever wanted to hold someone’s hand, the first time he felt such comfort hugging someone, falling asleep with their head on his shoulder-how could he ever forget his first love?

* And how could he not fall in love all over again when the very same MC stumbled into the RFA, saving him from the darkest time of his life? When they extended their hand to him once more, smiling at him the same gentle way they did all those years ago?

* Yoosung had been hooked on day one and he knew it-but he didn’t mind one bit. This was a ‘game over’ he’d gladly accept.

JAEHEE:

* They met before either of them was old enough to be aware of what they’d mean to each other.

* Their moms had happened to give birth on the same day, and the two not only shared the same birthday, but also the same hospital room, their mothers slowly becoming friends over the course of their short hospital stays.

* They both cooed over their adorable newborns, laughed about how the two would constantly whine and cry unless their cribs were near each other-it’s as if a magnet pulled the two together, and nothing could pull them apart.

* Trying to leave the hospital was a nightmare-Jaehee was crying up a storm, and so was MC, their eyes barely open, their vision still hazy and blurry yet their little hands reached over their mothers shoulders, trying to reach for one another-they videotaped the whole thing, finding it too cute for words.

* MC’s and Jaehee’s moms both promised to keep in touch, knowing it’s no coincidence that their children loved each other so much.

* So the two were practically raised together, took their first steps together, spoke each others name as their first word-they smiled at one another so dearly their parents had already started making wedding plans, jokingly calling each other ‘in-laws’.

* In daycare, the two were inseperable; in kindergarden a teacher tried to put the two in different classrooms, but found Jaehee simply came into their class nonchalantly, placing her books right next to MC as if she belonged there. When the teacher raised a brow and asked Jaehee why she wasn’t in the classroom next doors, Jaehee simply shrugged and said ‘I’ve already taken care of that’.

* As it turns out, she’d switched places with another kid and simply took her rightful spot besides MC and...that was that lmao

* No one dared seperate them after that, mindful of the consequences-and honestly, seeing how happy MC and Jaehee were together was too cute for words, their cheeks flushed pink and their smiled big and toothy whenever they looked at one another.

* Their birthdays were the biggest celebration, always becoming big joint birthday parties-they’d share a birthday cake, would write their names with frosting, helping one another decorate with edible sugary flowers and stars.

* Jaehee still remembers a time when they were maybe 4 or 5 years old; their parents had taken them to a cafe so the grown-ups could enjoy some down-time whilst the two played at the playground right besides them, but Jaehee and MC were more interested in watching the barista grind up coffee beans, two pairs of curious wide eyes watching as they steamed milk and created latte art, swirling hearts over white foam.

* “MC”, Jaehee said, her voice soft and breathy as she observed the barista in awe, “when we grow up, we’ll get married, and we’ll make our own cafe and do that” she said, pointing her finger to the cup of capuccino the barista held, not knowing the poor dude was biting back a giggle at Jaehee’s awed speech, “and we’ll make the best coffee, and make many cakes too!”

* Jaehee expectantly looked to MC, her eyes near damn sparkling, holding out her pinky for MC to link theirs with-the ultimate form of promise.

* MC cleared their throat, sagely nodding before linking their pinky with Jaehee. “Yeah”, they said, “yeah, let’s! And we’ll get married in the cafe too!”

* “Yeah!” Jaehee agreed.

* A few decades later found the two laying in bed, matching sets of engagement rings in their interlocked hands.

* “Do you remember that?” MC asked, snorting with laughter, “and look at us now-we’re getting married in our own freaking cafe-and Zen the musical actor’s our man of honor!”

* Jaehee rolled her eyes, squeezing MC’s hand in hers. “Yeah”, she said, “yeah, I remember.”

* How could she not? No matter how much time passed, no matter how much distance was put betweenthem over the years-the two had always been like magnets, since the day they were born. Pushing and pulling at one another, finding their way to each other time and time again. This time, forever.

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