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itsakpopalypse · 5 years

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Nakamoto Yuta Astrology Ask: How he loves

“That“Hello! Can you please do an astology post about hpw yuta from nct 127 loves ? With all the fluffy and nsfw details included ? I loved the ones yo did already and I was wondering if you’re interested in look into his chart? Thank you 😊😊🌸” - @marinemousemarie

A/N Of course I am happy to! Thanks again for your patience !! ALSO THIS HAIR IS KILLING ME ON HIM OML thank you for your request!!!

what is he so perfect for????

Alright !!!!

Yuta’s chart is HEAVILY water influenced

which right off the bat means he is very in touch with his emotions

His SUN AND MOON AND VENUS AND PLUTO are in Scorpio

someone help me I am c o m p r o m i s e d

that is so daddy

so even though he HAS these very deep emotions, he will still come off as mysterious and likely has a wall up

Scorpios exude sex appeal honestly I knew his sun was Scorpio but he makes so much sense with his moon there too

His rising is Capricorn (by estimation)

so he is likely really thoughtful and analytical too, especially when you first meet him and a very, VERY hard worker

he even REALLY fits the physical description of a Scorpio honestly

his north node is Libra so even though he has a lot of Scorpio (typically a less social sign because they tend to be a bit... suspicious)

he probably desperately needs a tight knit group around him he trusts,and leans on them only when he feels he can’t handle it alone

also his trine is at 90 degrees between sun and lilith so he is COMFORTABLE with the darker sides of his personality

he probably revels a little bit in the parts of his nature that stir him

..... i’m going to let you deduce what I feel about that until we get under the cut cause uh

a bitch is shook

so SUN in Scorpio means he is quieter at first, tends to ask more questions instead of revealing his own feelings (which are there and are strong)

puts off a really entrancing seductive mystery that draws people to stare and commands attention on it’s own

MOON in Scorpio means INTENSE

Lunar Scorpios can cut right through anyone’s bullshit

there’s no point in faking emotion around him he is going to know immediately

and have you ever seen such intense side eye from another sign???

They are incredibly all or nothing. if you are in their good graces they respect you and will show it

if you lose that respect it is GONE forever

they are also courageous and tend to be on the cutting edge of fashion and social issues he has a golden heart and a steely gaze oh lort

his mercury is in Libra which is the best place for that sign tbh

the negotiation skills this man would have is uncanny

tbh this makes me feel like he has the silverest of tongues

between Scorpio’s natural affinity for privacy and mystery and Libra’s skill with mediation, he will be effortless at wrapping someone around his finger

has a very solid sense of justice though, so it will only be used for good

desires someone to sharpen his mind on

wants to be able to verbally spar and debate- always done in a friendly way though!

Mars and Jupiter in Sagittarius so he is the kind of person who wants to travel, is governed by a strict moral code all his own

and really just wants to enjoy the experiences of life

these things can impact his desire to settle down however so his focus has to be on a relationship part of his life before he lets that happen.

his VENUS being in Scorpio well.

that’s ah. the exact opposite of his mars and Jupiter tbh

so they balance out a bit, but basically his venus says “when you are ready to settle down you settle down, and you don’t mess around.”

they are loyal and sensual and they need emotional connection that goes both ways

they LOVE commitment and they expect FULL devotion

they wanna pick you apart and know every little thing about you because they want to fill all your cracks with little pieces of themselves so that you are hooked and sticking around

wow

but they aren’t fully forthcoming with their own emotions

with his Mercury being Libra if you can GET him to talk, it’s fine because he will express it well

but you will have to be fantastic at deciphering different emotions in his eyes

there’s actually a lot of Capricorn in his chart, so even though he has a lot of Scorpio ( a very self sufficient sign)

he also probably has a few places where he can be a bit harder on himself and a little self defeating

he probably won’t need MUCH encouragement though, considering the really active fire sign in his Mars

in relationships this boils down to

you meet and he seems very withdrawn

polite but there’s a mystery behind his eyes you can’t quite pin down

no matter how much he likes you, he will not tell you

no he will hint by initiating really subtle flirting

you’ll find him guiding you by two fingers on your low back, a gesture of helpfulness that will linger a few seconds too long

prolonged eye contact from across the room that drives you insane because you can’t figure out what it MEANS

the raise of one brow if you say something that he considers a little flirty back

he wants the push and pull to see if you are really interested

after some playful non verbal flirting he will probably make sure you know he thinks you’re attractive more explicitly

his mars is Sagittarius so he will frame it casually but he would really need you to know

so say you dressed really nicely

he is going to make sure you get a compliment from him

“That fits really nice.”

and you will thank him only to realize he’s smirking and you know it is more than a basic compliment he is low key dirty okay

He’d be the type to have someone else invite you to a group gathering and then monopolize your time

he would ask you a million questions about yourself until he knew you better than you do

and then he would flirt more

as he drank more his compliments would get softer and more kind and less borderline sugestive

and that’s how you know he genuinely likes you

like he’s tipsy and it’s “You’re so sweet and I like being around you.”

“why won’t you ever rub my head like you rub Mark’s?”

“Why do you laugh at all of Johnny’s jokes and not mine?”

“I really just wish you’d love me too.”

and you’re like 👀👀👀👀👀👀

AW YUTA YOU’RE A SECRET SOFT

he will deny it like... one time and then he will cave hard

might lay on you and play with your hands while he talks about what he likes about you

and you’re in shock because he rarely speaks about how HE feels and usually only asks you things

and you realize his feelings are real and you finally just say “If I’m so great why won’t you date me?”

and he will 0.0

because why didn’t sober him think of that ???

he did but also he doesn’t want you to know how MUCH he did you feel me

so he will just be like “okay, then it is what we’re doing now.”

and you expect him to forget but the next day he is at your house with flowers and he wants to do cute shit

domestic shit like changes your name in his phone to a shit ton of cute emojis

listen

will

spam you

with love via text while he is away

just one after another of CHEESY ass heart and flower pictures

and the most adorable good mornings and goodnights and every meal time he texts to be sure you’re eating

is genuinely so sweet and open with you once you are together

loves to lay in your lap and stare up at you

run your hands through his hair while you do what a dream though

back hugs!!

front hugs!!

he wants

HUGS

how precious I

AIGHT STRAP IN CAUSE THIS CHART IS SMH

18 + below the cut let’s get spicy

CAN HE NOT

you don’t understand I am incoherent

GUYS THIS CHART

remember THIS “ his trine is at 90 degrees between sun and lilith so he is COMFORTABLE with the darker sides of his personality “

GUYS

i usually don’t agree when people insist someone IS a specific roll in the bedroom but

Yuta is a whole dom

HE SAID IT FIRST HOW MANY TIMES HE GOTTA SAY IT

Comfortable with his darker sides... comfortable with his kinks

willing to explore and not in the SLIGHTEST concerned about what society thinks

if he likes it he tells you and you guys will decide if it’s something you wanna do

ALL THAT SCORPIO. Sun, Moon, Venus,and pluto all being in scorpio I mean this dude I FUCKIN CAN’T

Scorpio is known for being passionate, sensual and incredibly unrelenting

a bit egotistical about their abilities

not in a bad way, in a “I got this and I will show you that I do” kind of way

which

whew

Yuta stop that’s hot

This is not romantic sex

this is not lovey dovey handholding sex

Yuta FUCKS

He wants you incoherent and lost in pleasure

he wants to dominate you and watch you beg

listen he really loves the power rush that comes with it

maybe choking look don’t kill me he strikes me as a choking type

Libra mercury so his dirty talk is ALWAYS ON POINT AND EXACTLY WHAT YOU LIKE

seems like the type to be a LITTLE into degradation

I’m sorry look I don’t mean anything too serious

just “You’re a slut for me aren’t you? Such a good girl all day but you can’t wait to spread your legs for me?”

that kinda stuff

TEASING

Orgasm control/Denial

TEEEEASING

Toys

holds a vibrator to your clit while you beg him to stop

finger fucks you while he does

Maybe a sir/daddy kink

the type to buy you a “collar” made of diamonds and smirk every time someone who doesn’t know compliments it

public RISKY BEHAVIOR

“Don’t cum and don’t let anyone know and I will reward you at home.”

while he fingers you under the table

thinks it’s funny if you have minor slip ups

fast, accurate strokes that leave you seeing stars

sometimes deep, soul shakingly slow strokes that roll your eyes back into your head

scratch his shoulders he likes that shit

spanking and biting are definitely a yes

aftercare is SO SWEET

cuddles you and shhhhh’s you

strokes up and down your arms with his fingertips

lays your head in his lap and smiles softly at you

asks you what you need to calm down

wraps you in the softest robe or blanket

makes you feel safe and loved

tells you how well you did

a good boyfriend wow

here you go !

thank you for your patience !!

I hope you enjoyed it !!

#yuta nct #yuta smut #nakamoto yuta #nct scenarios #nct fanfic #nct smut #yuta nct fanfic #yuta fanfiction #kpop astrology #kpop astrology asks #how they love series

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thewildwilds · 7 years

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@miggylol, for your consideration, I bring to you my DR/Sailor Moon fancast.

Some of them I’m like “hell yea” and some of them are kinda iffy fits. DR really has a habit of heightening themes to 11. But for the most part, I’m pretty confident.

I am cherrypicking what I consider to be the best parts of the manga and the original anime (manga Sailor Mars’s contempt for men is so much better than original anime Sailor Mars’s boy-craziness, for example) so bear with me here. Tried to stick with girls for the most part, but a couple of the guys slipped in.

Sailor Moon – Peko Pekoyama

Undeniable. Peko is the Moon Princess. They may have very different personalities, but Peko is going to punish you in the name of the moon goddammit.

Sailor Mercury – Aoi Asahina

Aoi’s personality may seem like a far-cry from the studious Mercury, but she has the water element on her side and obviously I’m not going to leave it at just that. They’re both just so sweet and loyal and sensible and they put their friends and family before anything else. They both stand up for what they believe is right, even if the whole world is against them in doing so.

Sailor Mars – Tenko Chabashira

Again, I know absolutely nothing about Tenko aside from what’s stated in her basic profile, but her contempt for men screams Sailor Mars to me. As much as I love the original anime, changing Mars from a traditional and serious young woman who dislikes modern romantic relationships to a “typical high school teenager” is something I always thought was a poor choice.

(Mahiru was a close second for this spot because I know Mahiru’s low opinion of men stems from the lack of respectable male figures in her life, exactly like Mars, but I think Tenko’s association with a traditional martial art is a better link to Sailor Mar’s spirituality, which is such a big part of her character.)

Sailor Jupiter – Sakura Oogami

Easiest cast by far. Sakura is the epitome of Sailor Jupiter. Sakura’s struggle with femininity was one of the most interesting character aspects of the DR1 cast. She has such an abnormally powerful body and a fierce spirit that people automatically fear her. But she’s gentle and speaks of love and makes friends just like any teenage girl.

(Also I’m totally not showing my shipper side by suggesting the really good chemistry between Mercury and Jupiter. But I would like to remind everybody that there was this one episode where the girls went to a dance and Jupiter was off to the side because nobody wanted to dance with her due to her height, so Mercury offered to dance with her and they cut a goddamn rug together.)

Sailor Venus – Sonia Nevermind

I had Sayaka before because I was drawing a blank, but you convinced me Sonia is probably a better fit. Sonia has all the authority and leadership qualities needed as the “true leader” of the inner team, and I can’t think of anyone else who embraces the themes of love and compassion quite like her. Being a Japanophile probably works in her favor, what with Venus’s love for pop culture.

Sailor Chibi Moon – Natsumi Kuzuryuu

I… I had to. I had to. There’s gonna need to be some universe-molding to make this work, she probably wouldn’t be Peko and Fuyuhiko’s future kid, but honestly Natsumi’s similarities to Chibi Moon are quite strong. You have the introduction in which she comes off as a snooty, manipulative brat who first appears just to fuck shit up, and then you have the reveal of the overarching insecurities and growing up from them, and I think it’s a great fit.

Sailor Neptune – Tsumugi Shirogane

Again, you’re gonna have to be bear with me here because I’m avoiding spoilers for NDRV3 like the plague, but my dash is going crazy for these two. Neptune has always had that incredibly feminine and mysterious charm, all while hiding something a bit unsettling beneath the surface, which seems to fit Tsumugi pretty well? I’m probably talking out of my ass here, excuse me.

(Sonia was a close second for this spot, but ultimately I didn’t think Neptune’s scheming and manipulative nature was a good fit for our honest Sonia.)

Sailor Uranus – Kirumi Toujou

Talking out of my ass some more. Kirumi also has that allure that Uranus does. All the girls are absolutely smitten with her good looks and talent and masculine qualities. But maybe she’s also hiding something unsettling beneath the surface?

(Akane was a close second for this spot due to her competitive nature and masculine qualities, but Neptune and Uranus are always a pair, so Kirumi it was.)

Sailor Pluto – Kyouko Kirigiri

Career-minded and duty bound, the very capable Kyouko is such a good fit for Pluto. I cannot think of anyone else who has the same poise, levelheadedness, and maturity like Kyouko does. They both set their own goals and carefully work their way to achieving them, which ends up giving them this kinda… distant air, but they’re both also surprisingly sympathetic to emotional sentiments and end up making some meaningful friendships. Kyouko as Pluto for life.

Sailor Saturn – Touko Fukawa

A hard cast for me because the friendship between Chibi Moon and Saturn is one of the strongest and most heartwarming in the entire series (and Natsumi’s screentime was far too brief). So relationship-wise, Touko doesn’t make a whole lot of sense. But paralleling Mistress 9 with Genocide seems like a good fit to me. And connecting Touko’s fainting at the sight of blood with Saturn’s frailty could work.

Sailor Star Fighter – Hajime Hinata

Honestly a big part of this cast has to do with Hajime’s totally hopeless and one-sided crush on Peko, which ends up being such a big struggle for Fighter. But they’re both a bit bitter about the situations they’re in and both end up pretty overprotective of their friends.

Sailor Star Maker – Nagito Komaeda

With Hajime as Fighter, the other two kinda fall into place. It’s a shame that neither Maker nor Healer had as much development as Fighter in either the anime or the manga, but you cannot tell me Nagito wouldn’t be a perfect cast for the character who says “I don’t want to see a world where The Light of Hope has gone out.”

Sailor Star Healer – Chiaki Nanami

Honestly I switched Nagito and Chiaki back and forth a million times. I think Chiaki’s indirect way of moving the plot forward (in SDR2’s case) can parallel well with Healer’s desire to focus on finding Princess Kakyuu. Also the whole “doesn’t like sports or socialization” is pretty much Chiaki.

#miggylol #also fuyuhiko is endymion #obviously #sakura as jupiter is my favorite

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lesbianrewrites · 7 years

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Blood of Olympus - Chapter 57

*disclaimer* This is a project done for fun, and none of these characters/works belong to me. I do not claim to own any of the material on this page. This is a Lesbian edit of The Blood of Olympus by Rick Riordan. Chapters will be posted every day at 10am EST. Google doc version can be found here. The chapter can also be found under the cut. Enjoy!

PIPER WISHED SHE COULD CHARM HERSELF TO SLEEP.

It may have worked on Gaia, but for the last two nights she’d hardly slept a wink.

The days were fine. She loved being back with her friends Lacy and Mitchell and all the other Aphrodite kids. Even her bratty second-in-command, Drew Tanaka, seemed relieved, probably because Piper could run things and give Drew more time for gossip and in-cabin beauty treatments.

Piper kept busy helping Reyna and Annabeth coordinate between the Greeks and Romans. To Piper’s surprise, the other two girls valued her skills as a go-between to smooth over any conflicts. There weren’t many, but Piper did manage to return some Roman helmets that mysteriously made their way into the camp store. She also kept a fight from breaking out between the children of Mars and the children of Ares over the best way to kill a hydra.

On the morning the Romans were scheduled to leave, Piper was sitting on the pier at the canoe lake, trying to placate the naiads. Some of the lake spirits thought the Roman guys were so hot that they, too, wanted to leave for Camp Jupiter. They were demanding a giant portable fish tank for the journey west. Piper had just concluded negotiations when Reyna found her.

The praetor sat next to her on the dock. ‘Hard work?’

Piper blew a strand of hair out of her eyes. ‘Naiads can be challenging. I think we have a deal. If they still want to go at the end of the summer, we’ll work out the details then. But naiads, uh, tend to forget things in about five seconds.’

Reyna traced her fingertips across the water. ‘Sometimes I wish I could forget things that quickly.’

Piper studied the praetor’s face. Reyna was one demigod who hadn’t seemed to change during the war with the giants … at least not on the outside. She still had the same strong, unstoppable gaze, the same regal, beautiful face. She wore her armour and purple cloak as easily as most people would wear shorts and a T-shirt.

Piper couldn’t understand how anyone could take so much pain, shoulder so much responsibility, without breaking. She wondered if Reyna ever had anyone to confide in.

‘You did so much,’ Piper said. ‘For both camps. Without you, none of it would’ve been possible.’

‘All of us played a part.’

‘Sure. But you … I just wish you got more credit.’

Reyna laughed gently. ‘Thank you, Piper. But I don’t want attention. You understand what that’s like, don’t you?’

Piper did. They were so different, but she understood not wanting to attract attention. Piper had wished for that her whole life, with her dad’s fame, the paparazzi, the photos and scandal stories in the press. She met so many people who said, Oh, I want to be famous! That would be so great! But they had no idea what it was really like. She’d seen the toll it took on her father. Piper wanted nothing to do with it.

She could understand the appeal of the Roman way, too – to blend in, be one of the team, work as a part of a well-oiled machine. Even so, Reyna had risen to the top. She couldn’t stay hidden.

‘Your power from your mom …’ Piper said. ‘You can lend strength to others?’

Reyna pursed her lips. ‘Nicola told you?’

‘No. I just sensed it, watching you lead the legion. That must drain you. How do you … you know, get that strength back?’

‘When I get the strength back, I’ll let you know.’

She said it like a joke, but Piper sensed the sadness behind her words.

‘You’re always welcome here,’ Piper said. ‘If you need to take a break, get away … you’ve got Frances now – she could assume more responsibility for a while. It might do you good to make some time for yourself, when nobody is going to be looking at you as praetor.’

Reyna met her eyes, as if trying to gauge how serious the offer was. ‘Would I be expected to sing that odd song about how Grandma puts on her armour?’

‘Not unless you really want to. But we might have to ban you from capture the flag. I have a feeling you could go against the entire camp solo and still beat us.’

Reyna smirked. ‘I’ll consider the offer. Thank you.’ She adjusted her dagger, and for a moment Piper thought about her own blade, Katoptris, which was now locked in her hope chest in her cabin. Ever since Athens, when she’d used the blade to stab the giant Enceladus, its visions had stopped completely.

‘I wonder …’ Reyna said. ‘You’re a child of Venus. I mean Aphrodite. Perhaps – perhaps you could explain something your mother said.’

‘I’m honoured. I’ll try, but I have to warn you: my mom doesn’t make sense to me a lot of the time.’

‘Once in Charleston, Venus told me something. She said: You will not find love where you wish or where you hope. No demigod shall heal your heart. I – I have struggled with that for …’ Her words broke.

Piper had a strong urge to find her mother and punch her. She hated how Aphrodite could mess up someone’s life with just a short conversation.

‘Reyna,’ she said, ‘I don’t know what she meant, but I do know this: you are an incredible person. There is someone out there for you. Maybe it’s not a demigod. Maybe it’s a mortal or … or I don’t know. But, when it’s meant to happen, it will. And until it does, hey, you have friends. Lots of friends, both Greek and Roman. The thing about you being everyone’s source of strength: sometimes you might forget that you need to draw strength from others. I’m here for you.’

Reyna stared across the lake. ‘Piper McLean, you have a way with words.’

‘I’m not charmspeaking, I promise.’

‘No charmspeak required.’ Reyna offered her hand. ‘I have a feeling we’ll see each other again.’

They shook and, after Reyna left, Piper knew that Reyna was right. They would meet again, because Reyna was no longer a rival, no longer a stranger or a potential enemy. She was a friend. She was family.

That night the camp felt empty without the Romans. Piper already missed Hazel. She missed the creaking timbers of the Argo II and the constellations her lamp used to make against the ceiling of her cabin aboard the ship.

Lying in her bunk in Cabin Ten, she felt so restless she knew she wouldn’t be able to doze off. She kept thinking about Lorena. Again and again she replayed what had happened in the fight against Gaia, trying to figure out how she could have failed Lorena so badly.

Around two in the morning, she gave up trying to sleep. She sat up in bed and gazed out of the window. Moonlight turned the woods silver. The smells of the sea and the strawberry fields wafted on the breeze. She couldn’t believe that just a few days ago the Earth Mother had awoken and almost destroyed everything Piper held dear. Tonight seemed so peaceful … so normal.

Tap, tap, tap.

Piper nearly hit the top of her bunk. Jessica was standing outside the window, rapping on the frame. She grinned. ‘Come on.’

‘What are you doing here?’ Piper whispered. ‘It’s after curfew. The patrol harpies will shred you!’

‘Just come on.’

Her heart racing, she took her hand and climbed out of the window. Jessica led her to Cabin One and took her inside, where the huge statue of Hippie Zeus glowered in the dim light.

‘Um, Jessica … what exactly … ?’

‘Check it out.’ She showed her one of the marble columns that ringed the circular chamber. On the back, almost hidden against the wall, iron rungs led upward – a ladder. ‘Can’t believe I didn’t notice this sooner. Wait till you see!’

She began to climb. Piper wasn’t sure why she felt so nervous, but her hands were shaking. She followed her up. At the top, Jessica pushed open a small trapdoor.

They emerged on the side of the domed roof, on a flat ledge, facing north. The whole of Long Island Sound spread out to the horizon. They were so far up, and at such an angle, that nobody below could possibly see them. The patrol harpies never flew this high.

‘Look.’ Jessica pointed at the stars, which made a splash of diamonds across the sky – better jewels than even Hazel Levesque could have summoned.

‘Beautiful.’ Piper snuggled up against Jessica and she put her arm around her. ‘But aren’t you going to get in trouble?’

‘Who cares?’ Jessica asked.

Piper laughed quietly. ‘Who are you?’

She turned, her glasses pale bronze in starlight. ‘Jessica Grace. Pleased to meet you.’

She kissed her, and … okay, they had kissed before. But this was different. Piper felt like a toaster. All her coils heated to red-hot. Any more warmth and she’d start smelling like burnt toast.

Jessica pulled away enough to look in her eyes. ‘That night at the Wilderness School, our first kiss under the stars …’

‘The memory,’ Piper said. ‘The one that never happened.’

‘Well … now it’s real.’ She made the ward-against-evil symbol, the same one she’d used to dispel her mother’s ghost, and pushed at the sky. ‘From this point on, we’re writing our own story, with a fresh start. And we just had our first kiss.’

‘I’m afraid to tell you this after just one kiss,’ Piper said. ‘But gods of Olympus, I love you.’

‘Love you too, Pipes.’

She didn’t want to ruin the moment, but she couldn’t stop thinking of Lorena and how she would never have a fresh start.

Jessica must have sensed her feelings.

‘Hey,’ she said. ‘Lorena is okay.’

‘How can you believe that? She didn’t get the cure. Nicola said she died.’

‘You once woke up a dragon with just your voice,’ Jessica reminded her. ‘You believed the dragon should be alive, right?’

‘Yes, but –’

‘We have to believe in Lorena. There is no way she would die so easily. She’s a tough girl.’

‘Right.’ Piper tried to steady her heart. ‘So we believe. Lorena has to be alive.’

‘You remember the time in Detroit, when she flattened Ma Gasket with a car engine?’

‘Or those dwarfs in Bologna. Lorena took them down with a homemade smoke grenade made from toothpaste.’

‘Commander Tool Belt,’ Jessica said.

‘Bad Girl Supreme,’ Piper said.

‘Chef Lorena the Tofu Taco Expert.’

They laughed and told stories about Lorena Valdez, their best friend. They stayed on the roof until dawn broke, and Piper started to believe they could have a fresh start. It might even be possible to tell a new story in which Lorena was still out there. Somewhere …

#heroes of olympus #hoo #lesbians of olymous #lesbian #lesbiansafe #gay #lgbt #lgbtq #sapphic #wlw #lesbian rewrites #lesbian rewrite project #the blood of olympus

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starlingsinclair · 5 years

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What Revision Looks Like

So I posted Chapter 10 of my fic today. This is also the 1st chapter that looks nothing like its original draft.

When drafting, I knew I needed a confrontation between the Senshi and the Shittenou, but I only had vague reasonings as to how they would confront. Well, it was a really poor reason. The first draft of the scene reflected that.

Some fun statistics: the original scene was 988 words and the final scene is 2608 words.

In the original scene, the girls learn of a fan club meeting for the at the time nameless band meeting in an after-hours warehouse:

“Usagi had to admit that the fan club was definitely sketchy. I mean, really, who meets at a shuttered warehouse. Clearly, this was a Negaverse plot if she ever saw one.”

The girls need to each present a energy draining flower to enter, but they only have one so Usagi goes in alone.

My initial description of Jadeite went like this: “Up close the blond man was even more disturbing. He was harsh, and something dark flowed off him.”

So, the girls are split up for a whopping 275 words before “the back door burst open and Sailor Venus and Sailor Mars burst in.” In those words included gems like “She admitted, this was the strangest fan club.” And “The Music guy was a part of the plot??” And “It was the Singer Guy (who totally needs a name).”

Then we get into the action, err, whatever it is I wrote:

“Usagi took this moment to duck away so she could transform.

The Artist’s clothes melted away into a grey uniform. The man started to levitate and he reflected Mars’s fireballs. Then he smirked cruely.

Mars was knocked off her feet as the blond man from outside came in. His hand was outstreched as he cast some dark magic. His steet clothes melted into the grey unifrom, and he stood below the Artist.

“Well, look what the cat dragged in,” the blond man said. “I have to admit girl, I’ve been looking forward to having you in my clutches.”

“Cresent Beam!” Venus cried. A beam of light shot towards the blond man, but he vanished for just a second, like a record skipping out his image, then re solidified after the light beam had passed.

“We are not as easily defeated as Youma,” the man said.

“Who are you?” Sailor Mars cried.

The blond man started laughing. “Do you not remember dear Mars?” he said. There was a twinkle in his eye that made Usagi shutter. “Now that is unexpected.”

Mars narrowed her eyes. “Who are you?”

“My name is Jadedite,” the blond man said. “And of course, this is my college, Nephrite. And where are the rest of you? I don’t believe I’ve heard sighting of Mercury or Jupiter.”

Usagi was impressed by both Rei and Minako’s poker faces. The men clearly had the upper hand as far as information went. They knew how the girls were, but the girld didn’t know them.”

(This is so bad. I’m sorry future self.)

They go back and forth for a while, but I don’t really feel like writing this scene. So, Jeditie and Nephrite fight the Sailor Senshi.

Usagi had finally found a place to transform, and she snuck out, keeping a low profie. They needed to retreat. She wasn’t sure how much more of a beating Venus or Mars could take. Plus, there were the innocents. The people scattered all over the floor. So Usagi waited, bided her time, and whens he finally saw an opening, she screamed, “Moon Tiaira Action!’”

Then I make a note to remember I included Luna in this scene and they all retreat for some reason. The End.

When I re-read this scene a couple months later, I knew the 1st place to start was with a complete rewrite. Thanksfully, my husband had made an off hand comment about investigating. Usagi had been into investigating in chapter 4, so wouldn’t she get all Nancy Drew for this? I was stunned. Why didn’t I think of that? So with a new motive, I went back into this scene.

Once I had a better draft, my next polish was over movement confusion. Writing action is hard, and it definitely needs a second set of eyes to help point out when actions are confusing/glossed over/missed. I had to draw disagrams and placement for where everyone actually was during the fight. But in the end, it was a much better scene because of it.

Okay! So, there it is. An in-depth look at my own writing process. I hope those who read this far found it interesting. Feel free to shoot me any questions you might have about my revision process.

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VR Chapter 3 - 17 hours

Masterpost <-Chapter 2 Chapter 4->

The next morning I woke up at 7. Not because I wanted to, but because some arse wouldn’t stop banging on the door.

Of course it was that grumbling tailor from last night. Accompanied by the overly gleeful servant beaming at me like I was his sole reason for living. Jesus.

“Emahem”, they said, and I mumbled back something resembling “morning”, but I’m not too sure how it turned out.

Anyway, that tailor had with him a high stool and the most exquisite dress my bleary eyes had ever seen, even in pictures of renaissance royalty. The base was turquoise silk, like, imagine the smoothest kind you possibly can, and then make it even smoother, really go overboard with the smoothness and it won’t even come close. Okay, well, maybe close, but what I’m saying is “baby butt smooth” did not do right by this cloth. Just that base alone would have made the most wonderful dress, but it was also embroidered all over, with the tiniest damn stitches of the finest thread in existence. The whole piece from the high collar to floor-dragging hem was decorated in flowers and songbirds. Well, at least there weren’t gemstones. The thing must have cost a year’s worth of salary as it was. I can admit liking nice clothes, but this thing could have fed a family in Africa for God knows how long.

Oh, right, they probably wanted me to put it on, that’s why he was pushing it towards me. Right. So I took it. The men didn’t turn around. So I glared at them and shooed them out. They didn’t get why, but at least didn’t try to come back in. I ran the fabric through my fingers, it was heavy but slippery, like trying to hold water. The thing must drape like a dream. Not that there much to drape, it was a figure hugging piece, thanks probably to extraterrestrial price. Wonder where you could even get fabric like this. Bet you have to order it straight from the spiders and have it blessed by a priestess of the moon or something. I’d like a pillow case made from this. So soft…

Oh, right, put it on. Had they been taking the measures for this? Obviously it was pre-made, stuff like this doesn’t get made overnight even in fictional 24/7 tailor shops. They probably meant to fine-tune it to fit me. Why was beyond me, but – oh damnit, again I just stared at it instead of dressing. God, I need more sleep.

Okay, so this was why they had stayed in the room. The buttons were in the back. I could only do the three lowest on my own. Why not put the damn things on the side, like in qipaos? It already looked qipao enough, this one little change would let you get dressed by yourself and not feel like a baby.

“Okay guys, you can come in now”, I called. They did, and the servant was again overjoyed from seeing me. The tailor was less than impressed and grumbled again, circled behind me to get the rest of the buttons and then gesturing me to climb on the stool. A struggle in and of itself in this dress. There was barely room to walk! Yeah, it saved a fortune to use as little fabric as possible, but a fat lot of good that would do if I ripped it! I couldn’t even hike it up properly so I had to perform some very awkward moves the get up there. I looked ridiculous.

The hem was a bit long, but it also wasn’t heavily embroidered so it shouldn’t be too difficult to shorten. The top was more of a problem, as my boobs were a little too big. They pondered for a long time, and finally decided to just pop open some of the top buttons, get some string in there to hold it together and cover the back with a vest held closed with a wide sash. What it couldn’t hide was the fact that my hips were too wide and stretched the fabric dangerously. The tailor pondered about this even longer, grumbling to himself and tapping his feet. He did come to some kind of solution at long last, as he gestured for me to come down and opened my buttons. Again I had to shoo them out. Once dressed, I got out the door and saw Ritideea talking animatedly with the tailor. She, too, said “Emahem”, and I tried mimicking her. I doubt I was very successful, but she smiled and clapped anyway. Her servant was with her today, too, I guess they worked around the clock. So they lived somewhere in the manor? Wonder where their quarters were. Could be in the locked wing? That was the only place I hadn’t gotten a look at yesterday.

I didn’t even know their names. I turned to my servant, ever smiling, pointed at myself and said “Mimi. Name Mimi”, then pointed at him and asked “Name?”.

His face lit up like I had just gifted him a million pounds.

“Asahana!” he shout-whispered and bowed deep. I bowed too, to be polite, and I swear he almost started crying. What was up with these people? Would the girl servant be better?

She was. She smiled widely too, and bowed, but nowhere near as deep and didn’t get teary-eyed. Her name was Keeka. They separated from us again to go do their work.

When Ritideea finished her talk with the tailor, we all went down for breakfast. Just as much greens as in the evening, but more bread. There was also omelette and something that resembled the gross cabbage soup they serve in Chinese restaurants. I didn’t taste it to make sure. I stuffed myself with bread and fruit juice.

Breakfast was much less noisy than dinner, possibly because of whatever decision had been made last evening. Everyone looked either worried or determined. Ritideea was among the determined ones, and talked with me. Well, at me, mostly. She talked slower than yesterday, maybe she thought I would be staying long enough to learn her language.

...would I be staying long enough to learn it? I had no way of returning home. Humans hadn’t made it to Mars, they wouldn’t make it to Jupiter during my lifetime. And where was I? Somewhere astronomically far away from the Milky way, possibly. At least one would assume so. Was I even in space? Maybe this was a different dimension altogether. I’d read enough sci-fi and fantasy to consider that a possibility. Could I get back the way I came? How had I come here? I had just walked into town, and then the forest was gone. There had been no portal, or star gate. Just air. How would I even explain that? Was it a common occurrence here? Hopefully not unheard of. But in that case wouldn’t the man from yesterday have considered that when he tried to find out where I was from? He was a mage, right, he should be the expert in these things. A rich family like this wouldn’t hire a third-rate mage who didn’t know his stuff.

What did this family deal in, anyway? Jewels? That should generate enough money for a super fancy manor like this. And all these paintings and murals. Last night I had concentrated on the table because I had been hungry, but now that my belly was full I took a closer look at the walls. They were absolutely filled to the brim with portraits of several sizes. There were an equal amount of women and men and indeterminates. Skin colours of every imaginable hue – white, yellow, brown, black, pink, green, blue, violet, rainbow – but everyone’s features were Caucasian. Except in the more stylized or abstract ones, of course. Who were all these people? And who were the ones dominating the ceiling? The paper-white woman with white hair in a clear blue dress, the faintly yellow fat woman with long curls and the pitch-black ladyboy?

Ritideea noticed my stare and smiled brightly. She started pointing at each figure.

“Alimagotsat”, the white woman, “Umube”, the fat woman, “Sibaja”, the black man. Didn’t tell me anything. Then she got up and started pointing out the portraits. “Kao, Sooi, Ailum, Kiolo, Linten, Suginak, Daslej, Kanun, Heliko, Tunuhe, Naumuok, Reksee, Anesan, Kahokisa...” she just went on and on and on and on and on, for an eternity. Frankly, I was impressed that she could remember them all by heart. There had to be well more than a hundred in all.

And then she pointed to the floor. I hadn’t even noticed that was painted, too. The green-blue woman with a mermaid dress taking up most of the floor was Klipikt(try saying that fast three times in a row), the boring, tan brunette was Bellekrig, and the brown woman with green hair was Malisale. Then Ritideea went back to the wall to tell more about “Mede”, of inditerminate gender. It didn’t matter to her I didn’t catch a word of it, she just liked talking about them. The rest of the family made themselves scarce about five minutes into the speech, and one of the maids reminded Ritideea that she had some things to do as well. The two of us went back to the third floor, where Ritideea dragged me into her room, the one next to the guest room I was staying in. Keeka and Asahana were already waiting for us in the big room, and they came in, too.

Ritideea was a painter. There was an easel with an unfinished work on it next to the window, a shelf filled with pencils, paints and brushes, and a stained apron hanging on the dresser door. Her walls were almost as crammed with artwork as the dining room, but at least their subjects were more varied. Only a few portraits(one of her mother, and two others of the same unknown young lady), mostly landscapes(one of a night sky with the moon shining behind a deer of some sort, it was very pretty), some still-lifes(flowers and fruit were as popular in this place as they were on Earth). She was good, I had to admit, she had probably started painting at a very young age. I was never a creative person, I only liked camping. I really envied the people who could pour untold hours into drawing something lifelike. Dancers, too, they can make movement look so easy and light. I don’t have the patience to endure practice.

But Ritideea hadn’t brought me there to show her paintings, she pulled out something from her dresser. A bright yellow gown, like the one her favourite painting subject was wearing. Loose and billowing, probably made from super fine tulle. She started talking excitedly, then suddenly soured and turned serious. Without any warning she started pulling her clothes off, and appeared just as confused by my reaction as the two men. I think she asked if I was okay. So I said yeah, turned a bit to reassure her, and noticed she had been wearing a tight, black top under her cream tunic. Her trousers came up almost to her armpits and were secured with laces. She didn’t shy in the least, evidenced by how she pulled them off with me standing right there, revealing black boxer briefs. She slipped on the yellow gown, and nearly drowned in it. If it hadn’t been tulle, I would have wagered the dress weighed more than the girl. She just looked so funny! I was sorry I offended her, but she looked so much like a little kid playing with her mum’s clothes! Just throw some oversized shoes in there while you’re at it!

She started on some lecture where the name Mede was repeated often. Again, I don’t speak your language, girl. I don’t know, maybe she just wanted me to get used to it. She at least was expecting me to stay a long time. In any case, I could respect her ability to keep up a lengthy conversation by herself.

While she talked, I checked out her bookshelf. Everything was in an alphabet I had never run into before, of course. They used letters, the characters repeated often. Mostly curved lines, every now and then a straight one. I picked out one book at random, and it turned out to be art history or something. At least there were a lot of pictures of paintings and a bunch of text in tiny font. Looked a little advanced for a 14-year-old. Then again, she was nearly a professional artist already. Ritideea smiled wide and shoved another book in my hands. That one was about a single artist, it looked like. Their style was very… airy, I suppose would describe it pretty well. Mostly watercolours and light hues, impressionistic. Not like Ritideea’s, who did realistic oils. She had bookmarked several pages with colourful paperclips. Good to see some inventions made it to other dimensions, would make adapting a lot easier.

What the hell was I talking about? I wasn’t staying! No need to adapt when I’m just going to leave soon.

Asahana suddenly piped up, and the atmosphere in the room turned nervous. Both looked at me with pitying eyes as Asahana guided me to the bathroom. For some reason the guestroom shared its bathroom with Ritideea. At least it looked fairly normal – a modest bath against the wall, faucet, toilet paper… although the toilet itself was the traditional hole-in-the-floor model. What kind of manor doesn’t have toilet seats? Was I supposed to throw the toilet paper in the hole or the bin? How was it flushed? Asahana fiddled with the bath’s faucets, then called me to come look how to work them. He left me in peace, to figure out the mysteries of plumbing by myself. I took a quick bath, using most of the toiletries I found in the rack on the wall, not knowing which of them was shampoo and which was soap. Then I realized I had no clothes to change in to. Hopefully the dresser would have something. I looked for a towel, but could only find a large square cloth that wasn’t terrycloth or cotton. At least it absorbed water well, despite being pretty coarse. Wrapping that around me I walked out to -

“GODDAMN, get out!”

Asahana and the grumbling tailor were standing there like they belonged! What the hell!? And they had the guts to look confused! I had to practically push them out! The one thing that lifted my spirits somewhat was getting new underwear – this would have been the third day with these panties. The only option was the same type of black boxer briefs as Ritideea’s but I wasn’t about to complain. I did opt to leave my own bra on rather than brave the t-shirt without underwires. As for clothes, pickings were slim – one dark green bathrobe dress, one cream tunic, one pair of cream pants. Ritideea’s outfit from earlier. Well, better than my sweaty button-up and jeans. And I could go without socks inside the house. No one else was wearing anything on their feet, after all.

I opened the door to glare at the two men, who still couldn’t understand why I was mad. Hopeless! They came back in and showed the gorgeous dress from this morning. I had to shoo them out again to put it on. I don’t know what kind of magic the tailor had worked on it, because it fit almost perfectly on the hips now. He had also substituted the vest with another, deep green one with some basic embroidery running along the neckline, must have been to match it better with the elaborate and extensive decoration of the dress. But the sash was still the same solid, banana peel yellow piece as earlier. What was it with these people and bright yellow? Ritideea looked like a huge ball of cheese in her dress. Who in their right mind makes a whole dress from bright yellow tulle? It might work as a detail, but jeez, no one looks good in banana.

And the dress wasn’t even enough. After they made me throw it on Asahana braided my hair around my head, like that one Russian politician lady, can’t remember her name right now. Except of course he had to make it a French version, since my hair was nowhere near long enough. Once he was done, he led me all the way downstairs to the front door, where he gave me white sandals to wear, and creaked the huge double doors open to let us out.

At the gate there was a horse buggy looking carriage, but without the horses. Three people were standing in front of it – Ritideea, a young woman with two braids carrying a long metal bar, and a tall man in his mid-thirties with a long ponytail. Long hair was most apparently in fashion. Both the woman and the man bowed to me, and Ritideea introduced them. The woman, Famfarrah, looked like she wouldn’t recognize a joke if it slipped on a banana peel right in front of her.

Again with the bananas, I swear. Must have been Ritideea’s dress, it was just so in-your-face-yellow.

The man, Yotiry, was a bit more laid back. He even smiled a little. We all got in the buggy(me with considerable difficulty, thank to that gods-damned tight dress), and somehow it started moving. The buggy had windows, but they were covered with curtains, and Ritideea drew me back when I tried to peek out. I wondered why we had to keep this a secret, but I wasn’t about to anger her. Wouldn’t do to get kicked out on the street before learning how to say “alms for the poor”.

The new faces whispered nervously with each other while Ritideea tried to meditate, I think. She was doing those breathing exercise thingies, in the mouth out the nose, and mumbled to herself. Bit by bit her back straightened further and her chin lifted. She started looking scarily much like her mother. Impressive how such a gleeful and innocent-looking little girl can turn so regal. I just wondered why she needed to steel herself like that. Was she really that nervous about wherever we were going? The other two sure were. The longer we rode the more fidgety they got. When Ritideea drew back the curtain on her side, they didn’t calm down at all.

We were outside the city, on the countryside. Fields almost far as the eye could see, a grand forest in the distance, and mountains in the horizon. Such a pretty view, but Yotirry in particular avoided looking at it. Though as we went further, his worry was replaced with anger. Ritideea tried to calm him, first with reason, then with sympathy, and finally with authority. That last one worked the best, surprisingly. That little girl could really demand respect when she wanted to.

Eventually the road turned towards the forest, and the fields were only things visible. It must have been spring or early summer, since everything was still green. I only saw a few cows, or maybe horses, difficult to say from this far away. Too big to be sheep, in any case. Very few trees. Five in total could be seen on my side, and Ritideea’s side had even fewer. You could easily see the undulation of the ground, plus really far. There wasn’t much even ground, mostly slight hills.

I hadn’t taken my watch, so I couldn’t say how long we rode. It felt like it had been an hour, give or take some, when we got off the road and maybe half an hour after that. The only thing I could say for sure was that my butt was numb. This dress wasn’t exactly helping my circulation, and I was scared it would rip if I tried to fix my position. The first thing I did after getting out of the buggy was wiggle my toes vigorously, as if that would have helped. Famfarrah got a large, decorated wooden chest from a compartment on the back of the buggy. The chest itself must have weighed over 5 kilos, but whatever was inside was light since she carried it like it was nothing, then set it down on the ground by the treeline. Yotiry laid a blanket behind it, and Ritideea kneeled down on it. I wasn’t going to follow her, but Yotiry set his hand on my shoulder and firmly guided me next to her. Booooring. First sitting on my arse in the buggy, and now sitting in the ground? I needed to stretch my legs. Famfarrah and Yotiry got to stand, why not me? I looked over at Ritideea, and she could have been mistaken for a statue. She was so majestic and still, with her hands folded on her lap and looking proudly straight ahead. So damn regal. Even in that ludicrous dress.

For a while I did try to copy her, but got bored quickly. The fields weren’t very interesting, so I looked at the forest instead. It wasn’t that much more interesting… although, the more I looked at it, the more it felt like something was off about it. It was difficult to see what exactly, since it was so dark in there – oooh, well that for starters, it was too dark in there. It was a sunny day outside the forest, and the inside of the forest was like twilight. The foliage was so thick very little light could come through. And the reason the foliage was so thick was because every single tree was an ancient giant with a trunk as thick a small house, with an unbelievable amount of beard moss hanging from the branches. There wasn’t one sapling or youngling. There wasn’t any fallen down trees, either… How did this forest renew? Where were the animals? You’d think you’d see one bird or hear a little rustle now and then, but it was silent. Yeah, you read that right, silent, not quiet. Was this one of those cursed forests the fantasy genre loved? It didn’t feel cursed, a bit foreboding maybe now that I thought about it, but cursed? Hmm, maybe a tiny bit cursed, just subtly, like you wouldn’t die if you set foot in there, but get hurt a little, or be struck by minor bad luck. Were we here to see a witch? Was that what everyone was so worried about? Was this the decision no one had liked? Ask help from a witch since they couldn’t figure me out by themselves? What kind of an idiot makes deals with witches, those never turn out well! We’d all be lucky if we walked out of here with all our organs and firstborns intact. What do witches even do with all those firstborns? Eat them? Take them as apprentices? Or do you become a witch solely by selling your soul to the Devil? In this world, was the Devil real? Were we here to meet Devil? Who makes deals with the Devil? White people! Who were we? White people! We were so here to make a deal with the Devil. Well, not if I had anything do with it.

The Devil let us wait a good while. Still, Ritideea never made a move. If anything, she only looked more aloof. She barely stirred when a figure slowly emerged from the shadows and made a beeline for us. She only got up to bow once the two-meter figure was stood in front of right behind the foremost trees.

I… didn’t really know what to make of the figure. I would definitely call it a person, and male, but he had hyena ears on his head, furry paws for feet, and a long, fluffy tale. The others were scared shitless of him, but all I saw was anime cat person. Even his eyes fit the bill. Bloody huge hazel eyes, way too big for a real human, even bigger than Anne Hathaway’s. I wanted to shake my head at the display, even though he didn’t how he looked, anime probably didn’t even exist in this world. He couldn’t help how cringe-worthy he looked.

His voice was higher than his height had led me to believe, and had an odd growling quality to it despite the high pitch. Every word came out slow and forced. Sounded like talking was difficult for him. Still, he was laid-back and joking, leaned against a tree, as a total opposite to my companions, who all sat ramrod straight and kept their faces perfectly neutral. Ritideea considered her every word carefully and kept her voice even and respectful. It then hit me that the furry man hadn’t so much as acknowledged anyone else in the company. As far as he was concerned, Ritideea and him were the only ones here. Can you believe this guy?! How rude can you get?

Unfortunately I’m not the type to explode with righteous fury. Ritideea and the man talked for a while, then Ritideea asked Famfarrah to push the chest forward so the man could reach, and at that point he stopped pretending to care even about Ritideea. He opened the chest with glee and dug in. For the most part he didn’t care about the contents – he set the bundle of geometrically patterned fabric to the side, took one whiff of the perfume before flicking it over his shoulder, only looked at the musical instruments for a moment, but he did like the hairbrush. A real piece of work, that one, seemed to be made of red amber. He wasted no time in opening his thigh-length braid and trying it out, and was not disappointed. He kept lazily brushing his mane the whole time we stayed there.

So now that the bribe was out of the way, Ritideea brought me up. Finally, finally, the rude cat boy turned his goddamn eyes at someo

Oh, sorry, it just felt like the whole world stopped for a while, not in a good way. The instant his eyes met mine it was like being dunked into ice water. The shock made my heart skip several beats and breathing feel painful. The afterwaves of the hit still had me trembling.

I suddenly understood why everyone had been so reluctant to do this. He might have seemed harmless, but he damn near killed me with just a careless look. Wouldn’t have regretted it, either. The bastard smirked, supposedly subtly, but everyone could see he was howling with laughter. I was the weakest thing he had ever encountered.

He exchanged a few words with Ritideea again, letting me catch my breath. Dear God how I hated this guy! What a dickhead!

I would have given almost anything to never have him look at me again, but something Ritideea said raised his interest. He stared at me hard in disbelief, so hard it almost felt physical. Then he barked a laugh and called out to the forest, pointing at me and even forgetting about his stupid hair for a while. He was looking deeper into the forest, the darkness, like someone was there and he wanted them to come stare at the freak, too.

I didn’t want to die for disrespecting this douchebag so I stayed put.

There was someone in the forest. Almost noiseless rustles and cracks of branches breaking under feet started coming closer, until I could see some kind of black hyena. The man’s pet? Even for an animal with no facial expressions it managed to look annoyed. Its long tail twitched like a disturbed cat’s. It’s bright emerald eyes shone brilliantly against its coal black, sleek fur. A beautiful specimen, really… Such intelligent eyes, it was clearly no run of the mill beast. It sat down next to the dickhead, quickly glanced at the other humans and then set its gaze on me. Its nose twitched, it was sniffing me from the distance. As though reluctantly its head twisted sideways, like a confused dog’s, and it quickly acted like I was nothing special and turned its nose up. I couldn’t help the snort. The man barked to the hyena, actually sounding like a real animal, and made some other animal noises too – and he got a similar response. Like they were actually conversing. Just how intelligent was this animal? Was it magic?

I really shouldn’t be this surprised by magical animals, I had already met a wizard and an anime cat person. Fantasy is full of magic animals. Though they’re usually more horse-like. Sometimes big cats. Don’t think I ever ran into a magic hyena. Associated too heavily with carrion, not glamorous enough.

Jesus Christ, another one of those ice-water dunks! Cool it with the torture already! I’d rather not have a heart attack at sixteen! He didn’t care, yeah, but I did! I did my best to glare at him, but I… sort of got lost in his eyes, to my great shame. They were so pretty… Earlier I said they were hazel, but looking closer, it was more like maple syrup with fine gold glitter swirling in the mix…

He laughed, and I snapped out of it. My head was such a mess the only thing he could figure out was that I liked what I saw. What? Bullshit! Why would I even think that?

So there I sat, mortified, while Ritideea and the vile man talked some more. I’d look at anywhere but them, examine my nails, study the forest, twist around the check the expressions on Famfarrah and Yotiry(suspicious and containedly angry, respectively), fiddle with the edge of the blanket, shift my weight from one knee to the other… The hyena would shoot glances at me and then turn up his nose at me when I answered the look. So cute.

What was I doing here? Just playing with the hyena, it was like a proud cat, so cute. I wanted to pet it, but I guessed it would just run. Or maybe bite my hand off. How did I come here? What a weird question to answer myself, where did that come from? I knew how I came here. And I’m not one of those philosopher types who uses that question as a metaphor for something bigger. I’m a pretty literal gal. I was hopeless.

The vile man was looking at me again, aloof amusement all over his smug face. He was no help when I took zero interest in him. Hell yeah I took zero interest in him! I took negative interest in him! Maybe Marsohu would have better luck.

...the hell? Who was Marsohu? I don’t typically just come up with random names in my thoughts. Also I was way past imaginary friends.

There was a lull in the negotiations, Ritideea looking pleading, the man looking bored, and the hyena looking cautiously interested. Don’t ask me how an animal looks cautiously interested, there was very little in the situation that I understood. The man and the hyena had another one of those animal conversations, and it ended with the hyena obviously grumbling to himself. It looked me straight in the eye, making me wax poetic about gemstones and crap. They were so pure green, you couldn’t get that kind of green with even photoshop. There was almost an inner glow to them. That’s not what I was here for, why was I here? What, again with the philosophy? Okay, brain, I came here by that buggy thing. Satisfied? I came because the family decided to ask help from a witch. Who turned out to be a dickhead anime cat person.

I swear the hyena snickered and said something catty to the dickhead. He responded with a faintly amused smirk. Where was my home?

What was with these thoughts? Usually they followed some kind of logic, but today they just transfer, ever heard of it?

What the heeeeellll. Now my thoughts were interrupting themselves. No, it was me. No wonder I was a mess.

…

Where was my home? Sheffield, of course, I knew that. Nether Edge Road. Not the nicest house on the road, but not the smallest, either. Just enough to fit me, Marie, mum and dad. More about Sheffield. Well, it was a big city, pretty far from London, uhh… Yorkshire, middle England. England. A country in Europe. Great Britain here, France under there, all the other countries. Connected to Asia, cross the pacific and there’s North America, South America, keep going and you get to Africa. Oh And Australia’s in there somewhere, too. There, to be exact. My mental world map might have been less than spectacular, but I think I got most of it right. At least it showed enough to confirm that I wasn’t from around here. Uh-huh, it did – hold on a minute, I already knew I wasn’t from around here. There was nothing I needed to confirm to myself. That’s because I wasn’t confirming to myself, idiot.

Was someone screwing with my brain? A certain black hyena, mayhaps?

“Hey, you! Are you doing this?”

The hyena nodded.

Welp, that settled that. It was a telepathic magic animal. What an unorthodox kind of telepathy, just putting thoughts into my head like that. It could’ve at least made it sound like speech, like a normal telepath. This way was just too confusing.

Wait! Now that I knew it was telepathic, I could ask it to help me home! That was why the family had brought me here! They knew that the animal, and possibly the dickhead, were telepaths and could get around the language barrier by communicating directly by thought.

“Can you help me get home?”

Can you help me get home can you help me get home can you help me get home can you help me get home can you help me get home. That’s beyond me, even beyond Joyjaa. The dickhead is Joyjaa.

The hyena snickered again.

“So you’re Marsohu, I’m thinking?”

The hyena nodded, although my pronunciation fucking sucked.

“Sorry, I haven’t exactly had a lot of time to practice”, I complained. Seemed like I would have nothing but time to practice from here on out. If humans couldn’t help me home, and these people couldn’t help me home, I was stuck here for good.

“Can you at least contact my family? I need to tell them I’m fine.” How would I do that, I can barely talk with me.

Or would that be “How would I, Marsohu, do that, when I can barely communicate with you, Mimi”?

“Oh. That makes sense.”

My family would never know what had happened to me. Went for a walk, never came back, never answered her phone. Survived the woods as a baby but not as a teen. Couldn’t have been a bear, those tend to be pretty rare close to highways. No ravines, either. They’d think I had just walked out of their lives. Mum would be heartbroken. She was a self-blamer, she would be convinced she had done something wrong and I hated her for that. Nothing could be further from the truth, my mum was basically the greatest living person on the planet. Poor mum, first her sister and now her daughter. Seems our branch just kept abandoning her. Dad might suspect murder, but I had wandered off in the middle of the day in a place where not a lot of people congregated, no murderer would be searching for victims in there. Marie, I suspect, would fluctuate between feeling betrayed and hopeful. She was bratty enough to believe it was all about her, that I had walked out on her specifically, but also optimistic enough to believe I’d return regretful some day.

Ritideea called the meeting to an end, Yotiry bundled up the blanket, and we boarded the buggy. As it turned around, I took one last glance at the forest – the dickhead was nowhere to be seen, but the hyena was still sat on the ground before the treeline, looking intently at our buggy. As we headed back towards the road, the numbness wore off and I started crying.

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Baron/ Choi Chunghyeop Astrology Ask: How He Loves

“Girl you are killing me with those vav astrology posts!! They're sound so accurate! Please do one for Lou and one for Baron? If you're not too busy and I'm not asking too much? Thank you ❤️ “ - @themoopoint

A/N Hi! thank you for waiting, and I am glad you liked Lou’s. Here is Baron for your enjoyment !! 💕💕😊😊😊😊

this pout omg

Okay!!!

so we see right from the start he has a pretty even split between 3 elements, but only one air sign

that kind of means he is less likely to be wishy washy or too in his own world

will likely be pretty grounded, and that sets the tone for the rest

He leans heavily into cardinal signs, and his big 3 signs to the best of our knowledge, are pretty “dominating” or strong willed signs

we show a Rising Leo, Sun Aries, and Moon Scorpio.

Rising Leo indicates a willingness to be outgoing, eye catching, and interesting

probably really charismatic and funny, could charm the pants off anyone

Aries suns are driven and high spirited, good at conversation, and willing to take risks, innovative and free thinkers

also could be a very direct speaker, doesn’t beat around the bush much

Scorpio moons are so deep and interesting, they have a mysterious sexy air about them that really draws a person in

curious about deeper things, and likes to have meaningful relationships, but can be a bit suspicious.

together, that indicates to me that he is fun loving and interesting, but also a bit reserved with his emotions when you meet him

only one of these signs are very good at communicating their feelings, and all of them have a lot of feelings

that being said, his mercury is in Aries

so he is an incredibly direct communicator

probably very quick witted, independent and really good at starting conversations

the type of person who could befriend a lightpole

probably really good at bringing the mood up in any situation with all that fiery energy

Venus ALSO in Aries so he isn’t shy about initiating a relationship but can be a bit hard to pin down, they just like freedom and boundaries

and that is healthy and totally fine

so charming and funny but it will come off as really authentic and attractive

open minded

His North node, Neptune, and Uranus are all in Capricorn

his moon and pluto are in Scorpio and mars in Pisces,

so he has a lot more “inactive” placements in his chart

this is a really good balance for all those incredibly strong fire signs since those are in really prominent placements

The north node indicates his life focus

in Capricorn he is probably very careful about following through on tasks, cares a lot about the way he presents himself and is very logical before beginning anything

that Pisces Mars means he is motivated to serve others and takes their best interest ahead of his own

Looking at it as a whole, this tells me he would be ardent in his affections, choosing to flirt immediately and if you reciprocate he is unlikely to hesitate

Aries Venus and Sun Know what they want

they want fun but they are also pretty intense

he does have an even split so while his more dominant houses are very “outgoing” signs, he has enough water and earth to neutralize anything that would be too out there on impulse

so in a new meeting he will just immediately seem to care a lot

probably treats you like he does everyone else, with concern and care but also with energy and charm

“Here it’s cold wear this.” and it’s barely chilly but he’s giving you a jacket and you aren’t ??

even sure where he got it from>???

always seems prepared for anything

incredibly thoughtful, with a Jupiter in Virgo so he knows what you need when you need it

and Aries are always so full of this warmth

just want everyone around them to be having as good of a time as them

and always has snacks? why are there snacks?

so like if your stomach growls he’s already stuffing something in your mouth

and then one day he will just text you and tell you he’s coming to your place

and you’re like okay but why ??

and he will walk in with like some bizarre assortment of picnic items and tell you you're building a blanket fort

and when you’re under the blanket he will just smile and say

“this is a great first date”

super nonchalant

and you let the fruit fall out of your hand cause... what????

“huh??”

“yeah, it is right? I know you like me too, so let’s date okay?”

👀👀👀

and from then on you will just hear him refer to you as his S/O

and you’ll get used to it fast.

really

the worlds best boyfriend though

he’s putting little notes around your house on things you’ll use and you’ll find them randomly

“You are beautiful today. I can’t see you but I know you are.” inside the medicine cabinet of your mirror in the bathroom

“cute undies” in your drawer

“Eat this I got it for you !” in your fridge on a box of something for work

“Drive safely!” On the steering wheel of your car

stop me I’m getting so soft

the type of boyfriend who openly displays affection with zero concern about anyone else looking on

puts an arm around you and pulls you in so he can kiss the tip of your nose

or back hugs you while you are doing anything

or when you are home watching tv he will pull you to straddle him while he smiles and stares into your eyes and tells you how much he likes the way that shirt compliments your eyes

and you will nuzzle and cuddle and kiss all cute and domestic

the type of guy who wakes you up before sunrise to see it with him

and then brings you back to bed because you sleepy

grade A boyfriend shit

You know what’s coming

18+ below

let’s get on with the filth

hold on to your panties cause here we go

so he has a LOT of fire signs

specifically in the main signs that control attraction, sexual drives and the way he takes action

Aries venus and sun says unrestrained passion read: it can be over quickly

BUT with his mars in Pisces says romantic and careful

so you get a mix of the two

this means

teasing and fun in the bedroom

likely to suggest some off the wall shit but it will only ever be for your benefit

so maybe toys?

I think maybe silk ties and blindfolds

probably loves to go down on you and watch you squirm

messy as fuck when he does

shit that’s hot though

dirty talks but in this really romantic way

“you love the way I touch you?”

calls you princess

“Can you cum for me, princess? I love the way you sound”

“Fuck, I’d give anything to make you cum until you pass out.”

eh... romantic right?

probably loves if you dig your nails into his skin

shudders under the sensation and fucks you harder in response

wants you to ride him reverse so he can see the delicate slope of your back and ass

probably into playful spanking

will bend you over on any surface in the house

probably not particularly “dom” in the ways of rules but I do think he would traditionally want to control the over all flow of the sex itself

which positions and when to change

probably tosses you around into the next one quickly because he cannot wait anymore

really wants you to be vocal

no really do not be quiet he wants to hear everything

probably role play, tbh

nothing too crazy because mostly he wants it to be about you

I feel like he would be the phone sex king

like if he’s away but you’re both needy

so he calls you and tells you what he wants to do to you and exactly how he would do it

get’s you soaked before he’s done the third sentence and you are begging to touch yourself

“do you need to that bad?”

chuckles into the phone about how worked up you are

even though he is too

and then tells you exactly how to touch yourself

gets you to put it one face time so he can see you

when you’re all done he tells you to be ready because next time he will make sure you cum 10x harder and better himself

when he gets home he makes good on that promise

deep long strokes that make you moan so loud

good luck seeing your neighbors the next day

has really good self control so he will make sure you cum a few times at least

probably switches between fucking you on his cock and his fingers so he can keep prolonging the pleasure

really just loves to see you fall apart

after you’re done takes you in the shower but lifts you against the wall for round two

carries you back to the bed in a towel and gets you a snack but a really sweet decadent one

like chocolate covered strawberries and whipped cream

and prays you guys don’t get worked up again

probably spends the next few hours cuddling and has really sweet pillow talk

“you’re my whole world you know?”

CUTE

A/N Here you go !! I hope you enjoyed it! there wasn’t a lot of variance to the signs in his chart so they followed a pretty central theme.

#baron #vav baron #choi chunghyeop #baron smut #vav smut #vav fanfiction #kpop astrology #astrology asks #kpop astrology asks #vav requests

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