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definitelynotafurinasimp · 8 months

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Mona with a reader that puts on an act around everyone except her

Characters: Mona x gn!reader

warnings: like 99% two idiots shooting playful insults at each other, with a little bit of hurt/comfort in the second half.

a/n: read a manga with a somewhat similar premise, got a funni idea and decided to write something for once. Also

WE'RE BACK ON THE SIMPING-FOR-MONA EXPRESS! LET'S FRICKING GOOOOOOOOOO

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Mona

If one were to ask the citizens of Mondstadt about you, one would be bombarded with tales of an enthusiastic, kind and outgoing youngster, helping whoever they could while quickly finding their way into people’s hearts. There weren’t many around that fit the role of the textbook definition of “optimism” better than you, and yet if one were to ask a certain Fontainese Astrologer the same question as before, the most one’d get would be a poorly hidden roll of her eyes followed by a short “what about them?”.

Mona wasn’t stupid and neither were you, she saw through your act, with or without her powers and you knew she did… After all, it were the first words she ever spoke to you.

“Don’t even try putting on that act around me, I know it’s fake.”

For most people, such an uncalled for call-out would have been enough to drive them away, leaving Mona to spend her beloved time alone studying everything stars related, only unfortunately for her, it seemed to have the exact opposite effect on you.

The moment Mona heard knocks on her door that matched the melody of a famous little childrens tune, she closed her eyes for a moment before letting out a sigh, taking one last glance at her astrology notes before standing up, walking over to the door and opening it.

“Hey Mona, I’m sorry for not asking if it’s okay to come over first, but I walked past your house and just couldn’t stop myself from paying you a little visit”, you explained with a bright smile, your voice sounding so sweet the Astrologer could feel her blood sugar soaring to unhealthy levels… how did the rest of Mondstadt stand you??

“May I come inside? I brought you food and this blue flower that I found, it reminded me of you so I couldn’t help but buy it”, you continued upon seeing her unchanging poker face, presenting her with a basket of food in one hand, and the previously mentioned flower in the other, slipping past her and into her home without waiting for an okay.

“Can you stop?” Mona asked, almost feeling a hint of embarrassment at your behavior, yet if it was because of the flowers or simply as a side effect of her cringing, she didn’t know.

“Stop with what-?", the door closed, immediately causing your voice to drop a few notes. "Ugh finally, took you long enough to close the door”, you stopped the act, your now empty hand moving to your throat, feeling it getting hoarse.

Without saying another word, you slipped out of your shoes before quickly walking over to her couch and letting yourself fall onto it, letting out a long and tired sigh once your back made contact with it, causing your host to gradually grow more annoyed.

“You’d better bring something good today if you don’t want me to lock the door on you next time”, Mona threatened before taking a look into the basket you brought with you.

“Only the best for the best Astrologer in town”, you responded in a joking manner only to whip your head around the moment you heard her groan.

“You say that, but didn’t I make my opinion about expensive food clear?”, she asked, instantly recognizing what you had bought… Sure, it wasn’t something only royals could afford, but definitely above the price tag of her usual salad.

“You say that, but didn’t you look as if you were in pure bliss the last time you ate this?”, you mocked her using her own words, causing Mona’s face to turn red, partly out of embarrassment and partly out of fury.

“Weren’t you supposed to be ‘nicest, most helpful and most likable person’ around?”, she shot back, causing your infuriating smile to grow bigger.

“Weren’t you supposed to-”, you were just about to counter, only to shut up when your behavior earned you a deadly glare, immediately moving your hand over your heart as you feigned sadness.

“And here I thought I could finally be liked for my true self.”

Truth be told, Mona didn’t mind you too much, sure you tended to barge into her home unannounced only to shoot one snarky comment after another, but hanging out with you was kinda fun… even if it was in a strange, somewhat unexplainable way. She wouldn’t leave the door unlocked around the time you usually came over if she didn’t and most definitely wouldn’t have any problems throwing you out if you did nothing but annoy her.

“Please, oh great Magicia- I mean Astrologist ‘Mona Megistus the Astrologist’, do your Astrology stuff to look into my future and tell me if I’ll ever be accepted for who I am”, you somehow managed to pull off your dramatic monologue without completely breaking out in laughter, the same mocking smile on your face as before… although it didn’t reach your eyes this time.

Usually, Mona would have hit you over the head for this one, and yet she remained silent, staring at you as if she saw right through you, only to finally open her mouth once again.

“I could do that, but I doubt it will change anything. So are you sure just dropping your act wouldn’t be a faster way?”, she asked, only for the complete lack of any hint of sarcasm to playfulness to cause a look of nervousness to wash over your face, although you quickly replaced it with your usual smile..

“At this point packing my things and moving to a different nation would be easier”, you let out a small laugh before looking away from her, your gaze firmly fixating on the ceiling… or at least it did for a few seconds.

“Then if you ever decide to do it, don’t go to Fontaine”, Mona’s voice brought you back to reality, causing you to stare at her once again, although with nothing but silent questions on your mind.

“There’s still that old hag there, so I wouldn't be able to follow you.”

If she had said this under any other circumstances, Mona would feel the urge to bash her face in rather than having to hear you jump at the opportunity to tease the ever loving crap out of her, this time however the silence between the two felt surprisingly calming both of you left to silently enjoy the moment. A moment of reassurance and understanding only like minded friends could enjoy toge-

“Are you absolutely sure you aren’t in love with me? That sounded so cheesy even I can’t help but slightly cringe.”

“You just had to ruin it, didn’t you?!”

#mona imagines #mona x reader #mona x you #mona megistus #mona megistus x reader #mona #mona genshin impact #genshin impact #genshin x reader

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unoislazy · 6 months

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A Dragon Trappers Fate (Part 1)

Eret son of Eret x GN!Reader

Summary: You’re forced to tag along on the quest to find Hiccup after he went off, determined to find Drago. While you there you happen to stumble across a certain dragon trapper. You feel… weird when you look at him. Why?

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Dragon trappers.

Gods you hated them.

You didn’t appreciate them always cutting your rides short, forcing you to turn back to escape the shots at your dragon.

You tried to avoid them in general and you were successful for the most part. It wasn’t until Hiccup had decided to disobey his father and fly out of the dragon stable on a quest for specific dragon trappers, did you actually have to deal with them again. You didn’t want to get involved but once Stoick and the rest of your friends agreed to go after him, you figured you’d have to go with them.

You rolled your eyes, listening to Stoick grumble about how stubborn his son was,

“Like you’re any different…” You mumbled back, luckily it went unheard by the very intimidating man as you rested your head atop of your dragons. It had been at least half an hour and there was no sign of them, you were getting bored to say the least.

“Ugh, this is taking forever, can we just go back home?” You heard Ruffnut groan. You couldn’t help but agree with her as you stared at the endless lengths of billowing waves. You looked out at the horizon with a small sense of curiosity, wondering if you’d ever live to see the end of the world one day.

“Yeah, maybe we should just turn back.” Fishlegs agreed, you knew he was simply just saying that to agree with Ruffnut. For some reason he and Snotlout were competing for Ruff’s love. To be honest you were secretly rooting for Fishlegs.

When Snotlout wasn’t busy fighting for Ruffnuts attention, he was trying to fight for yours, which like almost every other person on Berk you were not interested in the slightest.

You could tell he was looking over to you trying to gauge your reaction to all of this but your face remained unchanged. Sure you were worried about the well-being of your friends but you were also incredibly bored so…

“I think I should just take the lead and find them.” Snotlout butted in, flying next to you as he puffed out his chest.

“Of course I’m the most qualified for the job with my-“ He continued only for him to be silenced by a quick gesture from Stoick.

“There.” He said sternly, pointing to a boat just a bit of a ways away from you all. Thank the gods, you thought this search would never end.

“I got this.” Snotlout said in a very pompous manner, clearly trying to show off. You simply rolled your eyes in return as he dove down to fetch Hiccup. Sure it seemed effortless but with the way Snotlout and his dragon were, that was not a common effect they’d seem to have.

As you all flew around, the trappers below continued to shoot nets, trying their best to take you down. You successfully dodged them before coming up to Ruff and Tuff. You noticed Ruffnut was clearly occupied by something, once you followed her gaze you saw who she was looking at.

And you could not blame her one bit.

The man she was staring at was quite handsome and well built… for a dragon trapper that is. He has some markings on his chin and his hair was pulled back into a low ponytail. He was attractive to say the least. You were distracted for only a second before noticing a net heading straight for the three of you,

“Ruffnut look out!” You shouted, expecting her to move out of the way but she opened up like she was going to welcome it with open arms. You watched as she just… let herself get trapped.

Luckily it didn’t affect the quality of their flying since the dragon's wings were overall unaffected. You flew over to Tuffnuts side as he watched his sister's reactions with disgust.

“She’s got it bad.” You teased which caused Tuffnut to turn you with a scowl,

“That’s disgusting. Usually I like disgusting things, but not that.” He remarked. You laughed before noticing that Hiccup had gotten loose from Hookfangs grip and had flown back down to the ship.

You rolled your eyes yet again. Man this guy just does not give up.

You managed to land just before Hiccup did and looked over to the head dragon trapper with curiosity. You said nothing though before turning to Hiccup.

“What are you guys doing here?” He asked as the rest landed on the ship after him. Gobber had landed just after him and had successfully managed to trap Eret just under his dragon. You listened to the conversation but it seemed to be more of a father and son thing.

You were close with Hiccup but not close enough to hear in great detail what goes on between him and his father. If anything you hung around Astrid most of the time, your dragons got along and so do you.

As they continued to talk you couldn’t help but look over at Eret who was now trapped underneath Grumpy, Gobbers dragon. You couldn’t help but laugh at the stupidity of the situation as you hopped off your dragon and walked over to him.

His head rested on one of his hands as the other tapped the floor beneath him relentlessly, that was until he noticed you. You crouched in front of him, a teasing smile very noticeably plastered on your face.

“So Eret… huh?” You asked which he scoffed.

“My name, Is Eret son of Eret. I am the finest dragon trapper alive!” He proclaimed, you nodded thinking quietly to yourself,

“He's not lying when he calls himself the finest…”

You were so caught up you almost forgot he was a dragon trapper. Someone who has hunted down, captured and likely killed possibly hundreds of those beautiful creatures, you thought the act to be unforgivable. He also claimed to work under Drago Bludvist which, according to Stoick's story, was not a man you’d want to mess with. And yet here you are looking at this man before you, and instead of disgust or anger… all you feel is curiosity as you take in his features.

The perks of pretty privilege you suppose.

It was an almost weird… surreal feeling you got when you stared at him. It almost felt like déjà vu of some kind, or just like you were meant to meet him? It was strange and you quickly brushed off the feeling.

“What kind of stupid idea is that? Fated to meet, Ha!” You thought to yourself before looking back at the man before you.

You could see the disgust on his face falter for just a second, just as he had noticed the same for you. That was before you had cleared your throat, taking attention away from the fact you were both just… silently staring at each other.

The unprompted staring contest only lasted for a few seconds in reality, but in your thoughts it felt much longer than it should’ve been.

“Well Eret, I'm sure you feel all high and mighty while being squished by that two thousand pound dragon.” You teased, standing back up at your full height so you were no longer even in the range of his eyes level. His ever so slightly softened gaze had once again hardened with anger as he shouted,

“Oh yeah, continue your mockery, it won’t mean anything once Drago has all your dragons!”

Which caught Gobbers attention who told Grump to get up then weigh himself right back down on Eret.

You laughed a bit at this as you walked back over to your dragon, unknowingly being watched by the man you had just talked to. Granted his stare was purely made up of confusion and nothing more but he was staring nonetheless.

“No, head back to Berk, I’ve had enough mutiny for one day!” Stoick ordered, hopping on SkullCrusher.

“Well, I suppose it’s time for us to go, have fun doing… whatever that is.” You teased again, watching as Eret struggled to stand up after finally being released from the weight of the dragon.

Eret stared at you, anger and confusion riddled his face, clearly offended that you would even think to talk to him in such a way. After all he is the finest dragon trapper alive, everyone should be treating him with respect! That’s what he thought anyway.

While he stared at you he failed to notice a very interested Ruffnut make her way over to him and try and plant a kiss on his face.

You watched as he uncomfortably tried to dodge it and for some reason you felt… weird about it. You couldn’t tell if you exactly felt bad for him or not but regardless you called out,

“Come on Ruffnut!”

You don’t know why you called her away from him, you had no real reason to. So what if he’s uncomfortable, he’s a dragon trapper, he doesn’t deserve comfortability after what he had done to all those dragons right?

It’s not like you would have to see him again anyways.

Or so you thought.

#httyd #i need him #httyd 3 #httyd 2 #httyd fanfiction #httyd fandom #eret x reader #eret son of eret #eret #Eret son of Eret x reader #httyd x reader #x reader #httyd fanfics #fanfiction #x gn reader

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marcia-11111 · 1 day

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Daffodils. III. The broken souls pt. 1

I apologize for the very late update, however last half a year was quite hectic and unstable for me - from a toxic job to the exams. But now, I'm better.

Tag list: @idk-bro-gay @kiopanxp @hellothere9597 @hsxhype @mareonyan @is2sae

TW!

Breakup, angst, and heartache

Sae Itoshi is a Japanese prodigy pursuing his dream of becoming the world's best midfielder. In the race to his own goals, he loses the person dearest to him: you.

(y/n) (l/n) - Sae’s ex-partner. You are an exchange student from a Spanish university who came to Japan. You met him a few years ago during your year abroad in Spain and became his partner. You have moved on, or you thought you had. However, what will happen when the one who wanted you to avoid him the most finds himself again in your life? Is he going to prove his love to you? Or will everything turn into another heartbreak? Does your heart want the Japanese prodigy back?

All "Blue lock" characters belong to the authors of the manga and anime "Blue lock".

Please don't translate, plagiarise nor use my works on other social media platforms, etc.

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Trying to find a student job abroad was such a hassle. Only a couple of days have passed since you came to Japan in search of a peaceful year, having known of him not being fond of his homeland. However, fate is full of surprises.

For some, love was simply not a part of their destiny. It must've hurt, but it was the truth, especially for you. Why would a heart decide to suffer instead of leaving all the emotions behind?

You have already been jobhunting for a couple of hours, but everywhere seemed to be well-staffed or you're unqualified for the job. Regardless how hard you tried, you're left with no option.

"What a hassle." A sigh escapes your lips. Out of nowhere, a window pops out—a job offer for a soccer club manager, part-time. “Blue Lock? That popular programme?” You read it out loud. The description seems quite fitting, and you lack any other options. “But if it is soccer...” You released a sigh. No need to worry; the possibility of Sae coming there is low. You decide to apply. Fortunately, it's a smooth process that you could finish quickly.

“Now, there is some time for myself!” You chuckle and turn on the TV. The sight of the next minute causes you to flinch. “Sae…”

“Itoshi Sae, the prodigy midfielder’s last assist, caused Royale Youth to win against the FC Barcelona team; however, the soccer player refused the interview offer!” You sigh once more and load a (f/m) to watch. “No need to think about him.” Still, the lingering feelings in your heart remain unchanged, no matter how much time passes. A single tear streams down your cheek.

“...”

“Hah. What a time we had.” You focus on the movie instead, struggling to abandon the sadness in your heart.

Sae’s POV

Everything has seemed bland since that day I had discarded everything I deemed worthy of my attention. All of my life had lost its color. I destroy everything I came across as it should (not) be.

I walked across the beach aimlessly - the shore reminded me of the better days before Madrid, fame and the force of expectations, insatiable greed and hurtful pride. I became a hope of Japanese soccer, but… No, I am not like that. Whom I wish to fool? The outside world crushed me and molded in a form the child self of mine wouldn’t recognize, a cynical person whose mean words hide the hurt.

“Ugh.” I sigh. The sun shone brightly, blinding me for a moment. A moment later, I notice something (f/c) on the sand. Usually I wouldn’t give a damn about an item, but some unknown force convinced to pick it up. My eyes widen. “W-wait.”

Breathe in. Breathe out. It’s (y/n)’s handwriting. But how come they’re? Especially, after everything that has happened. I didn’t dare topen the diary, but when I stood up straight, a photo fell out. It looks drenched with tears. Tears, which didn’t have time to dry up yet. It means they’re here not that long ago. But how do I dare think about her? Finally, I leave the beach, hoping that my past mistakes wouldn’t haunt me.

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epiphanytear · 3 months

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Favorite k-pop group tag game!

Thanks to @cosmicdreamgrl , @cordiallyfuturedwight, and @aprylynnfor the tag 🫶

Who is your favorite k-pop group?

B 🕺 T 🕺S goes without saying lol

Which member sparked your interest first?

Taehyung! I kept seeing things from Jump on insta and his voice really drew me in

Who was your first bias?

Yoongi, my beloved

What makes them your current bias?

Ok, where do I begin. First of all, Yoongi is my first bias and I suppose I could say he is my ultimate bias, but just barely. It’s a very minuscule amount which is why I say I have a bias line, and for me that is the hyung line, and no I don't consider them bias wreckers. They are my actual biases. I’ll try to keep my love for them brief:

Yoongi: He is so inspirational. I’m kinda tearing up as I write about this, but he makes me believe in myself, that it’s possible to get through my trials. His way of showing affection is similar to my own, and I can see myself in him, especially creatively.

Jin: ngl, I'm very protective of Jin. Any time I see someone talk bad about him, or downplay how hard he works I bristle. And he is such a hard worker. I see someone who loves what they do and loves being with the people they love. He is such a breath of fresh air, and also, as others have mentioned, a bit of a mystery and I love that.

Hobi: Hobi has so many characteristics that I want to embody, and maybe I already do. I admire him greatly, and his passion and drive. I also love how down to earth he is. He's a ray of sunshine, yes, but he's also not afraid to show his grit. He's similar to me in that we light up talking about what we love.

Namjoon: Namjoon and I are kindred spirits in that we are both Virgos lol. I like to call him my overseas twin, since by the time it's Sept 11th (my birthday) where I live, it's already Sept 12th in SK. Different dates/different time zones, but still the same moment, ya know? In all seriousness though, I love the way he thinks and analyzes things. I love when he breaks down his creative process for us, and just his overall demeanor.

For all of them, they each embody something that I see in myself, creatively and personally. But they also embody characteristics that I admire, and that I hope I can one day see in myself. And, if you want to get read, check out this insta. She gives deeper meaning additions on bts biases and it was spot on for me for all for the four of them lol.

Who is your bias wrecker?

Jimin! all by his lonesome lol. No but seriously, I'm always awestruck by him, especially when he dances. It's so graceful, and he's also just so so sweet.

Which members are you currently obsessing over that aren't your bias/bias wrecker?

Thanks to all of the incredible gifs on my dash, probably Jungkook. Looking at you, Steph lol. Anyways, he's a real cutie so it's only fair.

When did you first discover the group?

During the Butter era, but like I said before, it was because of their song Jump that I went 👀lol

Have you ever been to one of their concerts?

I had the absolute privilege of being able to see Yoongi during his D-Day tour. Tbh, I'm still shocked that I got that opportunity? It felt like a fever dream. Still does. One of the most amazing experiences I'll probably ever have. I haven't seen them as a group, but maybe the opportunity will come. 🤞

What are some of your favorite songs by the group?

Well I have my unchangeable top 5: EPIPHANY my love and my soul song, also my queen Tear, First Love, Dionysus, and Run BTS. But they have such an incredible discography so some honorable mentions are: UGH, Black Swan, Pied Piper, Airplane pt. 2, Not Today, and Love Maze. I could go on, but we'd be here a while 💜

Tagging (If you wanna): @jiminsproof @fireworksgalaxy @kimtaegis @miss-bruja @serendipetite and @thisfuckingdeadlife

#this was super fun #tag game #get to know epiphany

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icryaboutit · 4 months

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I don't know if I was dreaming it or somethin' or I just accidentally deleted the ask, but someone was asking if I can do another Prefect!Yuu...

I'm just gonna do it anyways!

The start...

SUMMARY: In which everything had been normal. Twisted Wonderland style. TAGS: After Chapter 1 before Chapter 2, Prefect!Yuu origin, otherworldly shenanigans, "Everything is normal if it's happening in Twisted Wonderland" -Prefect!Yuu, P!Yuu in this story: "That's normal, pretty normal, that's weird...but normal.", P!Yuu cursing some crow WORD COUNT: 768 words

It was a great day in Twisted Wonderland, where Yuu had the rarest of rare "free time". So as any ordinary person would do, Yuu decided to better their living condition, since he needed no longer keep an eye out for the Adeuce duo and Grim.

Since somehow, they only had a half day, Yuu was able to immediately head back to Ramshackle to start his cleaning operation.

"Ugh. That damn crow..!"

Yuu had grown accustomed to cursing at a certain crow, and he did so whenever he got the time to remember the state of Ramshackle.

"I swear when I get my hands on that-! *Sigh* Let's just get this over with..."

Yuu mumbled under his breath, he placed his uniform jacket in a slightly clean place before rolling up his sleeves and forge get some cleaning supplies! Somehow...

"That crow didn't even give me some cleaning supplies for Ramshackle!"

Yuu exclaimed in anger, yet he still did his best to search for some decent cleaning supplies. As he did so he accidentally stumbled and fell on the ground.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!"

... Well not really a ground, but much more akin to a hole with unmeasurable length.

"Wahhhhh bwaaaahhh hwwwwweeeellll wwwiiisss bbbwwiiisssss?!?!"

Yuu continued to fall through the hole, he was about to curse the crow, but stopped when he saw a light that kept getting bigger and brighter.

"Oof!"

Once he reached the end of the hole, he landed on something soft.

"Uggghhh. Where am I?"

Yuu mumbled as he raised his head to look at his surroundings. What he saw made his eyes go wide with astonishment, clear awe can be seen within his gaze.

"Holy shit... That's one beautiful scenery!"

He exclaimed mouth agape. He couldn't believe this. One moment he tripped on something, falling through a hole and then get greeted by such a wonderful sight...

Truly a Twisted Wonderland experience.

As Yuu snapped out of being awe-stricken, he finally noticed that the soft thing he had landed on was a flower. The biggest flower that he had ever seen.

"It's either I got smaller, or this is normal."

He mumbled to himself before he decided to get down from the flower. All it took was for him to slide down to one of the petals, and now he landed safely on the ground.

"Sheesh! At this point, once I managed to get back to my world, I'd be dubbed crazy once I start babbling about my experience in Twisted Wonderland..."

Yuu uttered as he slowly walked, taking in the unnatural view he was seeing. It didn't take long until another unexplainable thing occurred, when he saw a bird with two human feet, pecking away.

"..."

Yuu was stunned, but quickly recovered once he reminded himself that he was in Twisted Wonderland. He had seen a man with horns, animal traits, and literally flaming hair, why would a bird with human feet shock him at this point? It may as well just be a mother trait of the beastmen for all Yuu knew.

So with that knowledge in mind, Yuu decided to mind his own business and just continued walking to wherever at this point.

On Yuu's journey, he stumbled upon very interesting things and even interacted with some who spoke to him. Everyone who greeted and talked to him looked weird and unnatural, but hey! Being the only one normal here might as well be the weirdest thing.

Yuu also noted that everyone there was friendly and courteous, which not many NRC students possessed which of course startled and made Yuu raise some suspicion and guard against them.

Even then, Yuu notes the unchanging friendliness and understanding one the person he interacted with noticed his guarded disposition. They didn't question it as normal did they push him out of his comfort zone.

Yuu was greatly surprised of course, between both worlds, he seldom encountered such considerate people. So as a response, he too was friendly and courteous at his replies.

Continuing on, he also saw some peculiar trees and fruits, along some very interesting sudden shifts. Yuu continued to shrug it off and move forward until he finally came upon a small village, at which small bumps formed on the ground were made to be housed by the people living there.

Yuu decided to approach the village to ask for some directions, but once he reached the entrance, he had the same look of astonishment when he saw the name of the village, though this time the awe was replaced by shock.

Written on the sign being shown proudly by the villagers states:

"Ramshackle Village"

#twst yuu #yuu au #disney twst #twst wonderland #prefect yuu #ongoing chapters #How Prefect!Yuu's lore started #everything is normal - P!Yuu #this was either motivated by an ask or just a made up ask by my sleep deprived ass #ramshackle

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tabswrites · 9 months

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*live look at me arriving in your asks*

Please I would like Hettie meta-lore 🥺 anything about how you conceptualized her, her inspirations, all that good stuff! She is my fave little lady from your cast and I'd love to know how she came to be 💙

Omggg Hettie lore! My favorite obscure topic! I’m sorry if this gets obscenely long. How do I answer this without spoilers? Hmmm.

First, a fun fact: Hettie and Adrin were the only two characters at first, before I even knew the plot.

So initially, every main character in ToL was assigned a fantasy trope. The idea was for them to subvert the trope in order to pass the “test” from Eternity to receive their magic. That concept has changed a bit, but my plans for subverting the tropes are largely unchanged. In the beginning, we had:

Adrin as The Chosen One

Mara as The Dark Lord

Oliver as The Mentor

Hettie as The Damsel

Her personality was almost fully formed from the beginning. I feel like a lot of purely good characters are overlooked in mainstream media or are poorly written. I love writing cynics like Mara and Adrin, but I wanted to get out of my comfort zone and write a nice character that wasn’t just a “Mary Sue” or a throwaway side character.

It’s also important to me that Hettie is an optimist who doesn’t judge people like Mara or Adrin for their pessimism. She’s not the type of person to say “Just think positive!”, when someone is having a terrible day.

My biggest inspirations for her:

Willow Park (The Owl House)

A very sweet, generally positive character who goes from being underestimated and insecure to being an incredibly gifted witch who puts most people her age to shame.

Capheus Onyango (Sense8)

I think we’ve talked about you having seen Sense8 before? It’s my 2nd fave show ever, the magic system in ToL is also loosely inspired by it!

Capheus was surrounded by poverty and injustice and always left his house in the morning with a smile on his face. One of my favorite quotes of his is between him and another character who is anxious about returning home after a tragedy.

Riley: What if something terrible happens?

Capheus: What if something wonderful happens?

If that doesn’t sum up her relationship with Mara, I don’t know what does.

There’s a secret third character who inspired Hettie who I can’t reveal to you quite yet!

Adrin’s character arc is a decent part of Book One, but Hettie’s is really the heart of the entire story. I really wish I could say why without giving everything away ugh 😂 what I can say is that in Ch. 9, she will have a lot going on that will change the course of the story completely. I have the outline completed and, as a bit of a teaser, I’ll tell you the title of that chapter: Darling, Dearest, Defeated.

If you or anyone reading this knows what that title is a reference to, you win 1 million dollars and my hand in marriage.

I’ll also tag @outpost51 just in case Korb wants a Hettie-themed info dump!

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#answered asks #wip: tomb of light #silver sentinels #oc talk #oc: Hettie #my sweet angel

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spiritpraiseandbeautifulhumanity · 1 year

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Apologies for this but this is the most sick to my stomach, angry, distressed -and I don’t even know what other words to use it’s just a mix of negative emotions- that I’ve ever felt regarding certain things/people I’ve come across in a long time. TW for abuse, incest, and just general venting under the cut.

So I made the mistake of looking through some of the latest posts under one of the tags for Sister, and came across this post discussing someone’s take on me regarding chapter 3 and whatnot. That post was generally okay except for the end where they briefly mention ideas related to how things would be if I left Sister. But besides that final section, everything else in the post was mostly alright. However, I then noticed how at the bottom of the post someone had reblogged it and added onto what was said. I was already getting red flags from the fact I’m blocked by them, but didn’t think too much of it initially and just pulled up the post on my browser so I could read the rest of it. But then I started to get curious about why they may have blocked me and wanted to check their profile, so I did. The profile itself isn’t too bad, just mainly reblogs of fanart, but it was the pinned post that led to my despair. A carrd was linked and naturally I clicked on the link to read it. Pretty generic stuff and then, immediately one section made me extremely uncomfortable and instantly I knew why I was blocked and the realization of it all just hit me. Besides the fact they heavily ship something I’m personally uncomfortable with due to it having been associated with an ex of mine, the specific carrd dni was just the horrific cherry on top. Now generally I’m uncomfortable by these sorts of people but they don’t tend to affect me all that much usually. But when I saw this it just made me absolutely sick to my stomach what with the hypocrisy of it and the detached way they blocked me. I’m sorry my words aren’t describing it well enough but it just, how they claim to like me so much and are passionate about me and stuff and then their dni is literally in a way just “Korekiyo DNI and stay as far away from me as possible” plus how they blocked me like I’m just disgusted(if that’s even the right word to use) and tired of people who don’t want anything to do with me liking Sister, our canon relationship, and the way I am about her and yet still claim to love and understand me and accept me for who I am, like no you don’t. People like this are why I try to avoid the Danganronpa fandom because people can rarely ever seem to treat me right no matter what their personal stance on me is. Like if they truly liked me they wouldn’t want to hate on and paint sister as this terrible horrific demonic monster without holding any regard for my feelings of her and wouldn’t try to imagine situations where I’ve separated from her. They wouldn’t if they truly liked me, but they do. They do, and because of that I can’t trust majority of those who claim to be my “fans”. So I avoid them unless they find me because most that do are the ones who actually do like me. But I’m just tired of those who are like “dni if you like Sister” and that all the tumblr tags are mainly just hate, I’m just so sick and tired of those who claim to like me and then deny and hate the fact of my intense unchanging feelings towards Sister. It sickens me. Ugh I’m getting like no sleep because of this why can’t I just be normal why do I have to be affected so negatively by things like this. I just wish people could be more respectful when it comes to our relationship. Like, I don’t care what she did in the past or whatever she makes me happy and we’re happy together and that’s all that matters. And people need to stop acting like I don’t feel that way or try to destroy what makes me happy. Idk I’ve said too much sorry I’m too weird and obsessed and I care too much about what others think and shouldn’t even really be saying anything so I’m sorry, I wish I was normal but I’m not. At least I’m happy though even if people can’t accept the ways in which I’m happy. Okay sorry I know I’ve said too much I’ll shut up now, and I’ll try to never do something like this again.

#vent #tw abuse #tw incest #⛩#ugh I hate myself why am I like this

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honey-climb · 2 years

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Being God is a Lonely Endeavour

Characters: Kars & Santana

Rating: T+

Tags: Post-canon, mild gore, father-son relationships

Word count: 5k

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Description: After returning to Earth, Kars tries to adapt to his new world and is forced to contemplate the limits of his godly powers.

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Kars slept. It was a dreamless sleep, but one that his body desperately needed.

Kars awoke disoriented. He stared up at the ceiling as his eyes blearily adjusted; designs and patterns and words all seemed to blur together above his head. Kars squinted. It took him a moment to realize that Santana had carved markings over the entire ceiling and part of the walls. Constellations, it seemed like. Notes in a chicken scratch handwriting.

Kars rolled over on his side. His mouth was impossibly dry. He tried, in futile, to wet his lips.

Santana sat across from him by the far wall of the narrow cave, cross-legged at a low stone table. He turned his head to watch Kars with his usual blank stare. Then he reached in front of him for a clay ampule. He shifted, leaned to the side, and offered it out to Kars with a long, outstretched arm.

Kars pushed himself up to his elbows. He nodded to Santana as he accepted the ampule.

He didn’t examine the contents; Kars put to his lips and drank. Water.

Kars groaned with delight and drank ravenously, water spilling down his chin and throat. He would never take for granted any Earthly pleasures he could indulge in, even if they were as simple as drinking water.

Once he finished, Kars dropped the ampule aside, gasping. Santana produced a woven basket from the table and offered it out to Kars as well. Kars tilted his head to look inside.

The basket held a small collection of strange, tropical fruits. Kars pursed his lips and brushed his thick, curly hair away from his face.

“...What are these for?”

Santana said nothing. He jostled the basket gently. A fat, orange and red fruit rolled around with a handful of small spiky brown ones.

With his eyebrow quirked, Kars relinquished. He accepted the basket from Santana. Once his hands were free, Santana selected one of the spiky fruits from the basket. Kars set the basket in his lap, watching Santana closely. An earthy, sweet smell wafted from the fruits.

As if automated, Santana cracked the fruit against the floor. The shell split with a juicy splat. Santana peeled back the shell, exposing the pink fruit inside.

Kars furrowed his brows, his lips parting in question. A feeling of horror and disgust rolled in his stomach.

“Santviento—”

Uncaring, Santana lifted the fruit to his mouth. He sucked the flesh from the shell and chewed slowly.

Kars couldn’t even try to mask his disgust. He threw dropped the basket quickly, as though even being near the fruits was an offensive crime.

“By the Gods,” Kars spat. “What is the matter with you? Eating this... Mulch, like cattle. Have you forgotten your roots?”

Santana’s expression remained largely unchanged. He swallowed, then tossed the empty shell into a bowl at his side on the floor.

“We are gods, Santviento. We eat humans, not eat like them. Ugh.”

The sickly-sweet smell of the fruits clouded Kars’ mind. He kicked the basket from his lap as he rose, the fruits skidding across the floor to Santana’s feet and under the table. Neither made any move to collect them.

“What foolishness is this? Left to your own devices, is this what you do?” Kars’ voice bounced off the cave walls, adding to the deepness and his sharp tone. It made him feel powerful, reminded him of how things were supposed to be; him, as the leader, speaking to his rebellious child.

Santana blinked slowly.

Growing annoyed now, Kars unfurled his wings and rustled his feathers. He threw his hair over his shoulder.

“Take me to the humans.” He demanded.

Santana said nothing. He tilted his head to one side.

“You obviously haven’t gotten wiser with your age, Santviento. Do you forget your place? Or are you determined to be the stubborn child you always were?”

Kars waited a beat, then huffed. He turned on his heel, wings and hair whipping with him. He glanced over his shoulder, eyes narrowed and icy as he spoke to Santana.

“You annoy me as always, child. I’ll find the humans myself—”

Santana mumbled something. The sound of his deep, rumbling voice caused Kars to momentarily pause and shiver.

Kars slowly turned back around halfway. He stared at Santana through curtains of thick hair.

“...What did you say?”

Santana’s placid expression shifted ever so slightly. His lips pursed into the smallest of frowns; the most emotion Kars had seen him express yet.

“...The humans...” Santana continued softly. His voice was akin to thunder rumbling far in the distance; somehow, Kars associated it with Esidisi’s voice. The thought chilled Kars deep to the bone.

“...They’re gone.”

Something clicked in Kars’ chest. He thought he might explode. He crossed the cave with two powerful steps to loom over Santana with ruffled feathers and a scowl as if he were massive and imposing; in reality, with Santana sitting down, Kars hardly stood taller than him.

“Say that again.”

Santana looked lazily up at Kars. His eyes were dark, crimson pits.

“Stop with the jokes, Santviento. Tell me the truth. NOW.”

Santana, unfazed by it all, shrugged.

Briefly, rage overtook Kars. His vision went red, his skin turned scalding; even his bones quivered and quaked in his flesh.

“LIAR!” Kars growled. His hand twitched, dangerously close to striking Santana.

But instead of giving in, Kars turned sharply on his heels and pummelled his way to the mouth of the cave. He grabbed a handful of a hanging tapestry as he passed, tearing it off the ceiling with clawed fingers. He threw it on the ground behind him as he stepped into the bright sunlight and took off into the air. A rush of wind blew into the cave in his wake, blowing the other tapestries and Santana’s hair.

Falling silent once again, Santana collected his wayward fruits back into their basket.

—30—

Santana vaguely remembered the last time he saw a human.

It was many moons ago—hundreds, if not thousands, of years. A village laid close to his cave, housing the great-great grand children of those who survived the collapse of humanity. Or so the legends said.

Santana felt no need to bother the humans—they feared him, adored him, revered him. They brought him gifts and offerings. The bravest would sit with him and share stories. In exchange, Santana taught them to map the stars; it was all he had to offer.

The last visit he received wasn’t noteworthy. It was a miracle that Santana remembered it all, really. A human female, her face wrinkled with age and framed by long, grey hair brought Santana a basket of fruit.

She thanked him for protecting their village because they believed that Santana was a saviour, a protector against evil and bad omens. The reality being that Santana merely wanted to live quietly, observing the stars every night, until he had mapped them all.

After the female left, no more humans came to his cave. Santana noticed immediately, but it made no difference to him. Life continued as normal for Santana. Until, that is, spontaneous curiosity overtook Santana.

He wandered to the village that night. There he found the huts empty, the crops untended, cattle dead or dying. There were no signs of the humans. His curiosity was not sated then, only fed further; Santana let his curiosity carry him across the continent, then to the neighbouring lands, until Santana was satisfied that he had explored the entire globe. He found no sign of the humans, and as the years passed on his journey, he found less and less evidence that they had even ever existed. Structures were swallowed by the elements, roads and crop fields overtaken by vegetation and sediment.

Nature was healing, back to how she was meant to exist. And now left completely alone in the world, Santana could breathe a sigh of relief along with her.

It was a small wrench in Santana’s day to day having Kars around again. But Santana couldn’t say he was completely surprised; he always felt Kars’ presence, however faint, around him. And the object he tracked in the sky, no doubt, was Kars as well.

Santana had no idea how or why Kars ended up in outer space, but it would another one of life’s mysteries. Like, for example, when Kars would make his reappearance.

Santana had no way of knowing how long Kars would be gone for, or if he would even come back at all. It took Santana a handful of decades to lazily search the globe by foot; even with Kars’ power of flight, Santana assumed it would take him a while. Especially if Kars still harboured the need to triple check his work, for he would never accept failure.

Either way, it didn’t concern Santana. He had spent most of his life alone now—and he preferred it.

Sounds of the jungle surrounded Santana as he kneeled in his empty field. He pressed his eye to his telescope, tilted up to the sky. He observed the stars and the planets, tracing constellations in his mind’s eye. He knew them all by heart and he loved them. He respected them. Sometimes, for fleeting moments, Santana found himself being envious of Kars having spent so much time among the stars. This thought, of course, was always followed by a coy smile.

As with every night, Santana watched the stars until the sun began to rise. Then, he packed up his telescope and followed the worn path back to his home. As he stepped into the mouth of his cave, beams of sunlight just barely missed the back of his heels. That was the closest Santana ever got to the sun.

Santana ducked under a hanging tapestry and set down his telescope. He bristled, briefly, when he realized that he wasn’t alone.

Kars sat at the marble table, his back arched and head down. His wild hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail. The muscles in his back jumped wildly as he worked away at something.

Santana approached carefully. Even with his heavy, dragging footsteps announcing his presence, Kars didn’t look up. Santana skirted to one side, glancing over Kars’ shoulder to his working hands.

“You were right,” Kars said suddenly.

Santana tilted his head as he watched Kars work.

“There are no humans left.”

Methodically, Kars carved a piece of stone, slightly larger than his hand. He removed chunks, smoothed edges. As Santana examined it closer, it seemed that Kars was creating a human doll statue.

Santana nodded, intrigued. He came to sit at the table next to Kars.

“But I have a hypothesis,” Kars continued. He selected a smaller, more refined instrument from the collection he had laid out across the table. Using it, Kars carved out the statue’s face. “I am the ultimate being. I can create life. I can take it away. Perhaps... Just perhaps...”

Santana scanned the tools laid out. Some were homemade, jagged and awkward. Others were more sophisticated, but ancient looking. Santana wondered if Kars found some and made the others during his journey.

Kars trailed off. He carved a mouth on the statue, slightly ajar, and then moved on to finish its blank eyes. Once satisfied, Kars set the statue down on the table. It stood, stoic, with its arms and legs together, eyes gazing out, lips parted. Still wielding the same tool, Kars stabbed it into his bicep. Blood spurted across the table and to the feet of the statue. Santana cocked his brow quizzically.

Kars kept his expression set. He carved a small chunk of his flesh from his arm, no larger than a coin. The wound quickly healed, leaving only a thin trail of blood slipping down Kars’ skin. Wielding the flesh on the tip of his instrument, Kars fed the flesh into the statue’s gaping mouth. Kars then lowered his face to the statue and gently blew.

At first, nothing happened. Kars stared intense daggers at the statue. Santana watched on, quietly intrigued.

After a beat, the statue jerked. Its limbs twitched. Its tiny jaw jumped to life, chewing and gnawing the raw flesh fed to it. Blood and juices squelched. The more it chewed, the faster the statue vibrated and shook on its little feet. Then, as the flesh disappeared, the statue came fully to life. As though its limbs and joints were fully articulated, the statue ran and jumped in circles around the table.

Kars beamed with a devious grin. Santana, perpetually sleepy looking behind his eyes, nodded sagely.

“There may not be humans, or any intelligent life, but we can create our own now.” Kars said, his eyes following the automaton. “We won’t be alone here for much longer, Santviento.”

Santana quirked his head, looking now at Kars.

The automaton overestimated itself and lost its footing over the side of the table. It tripped, smacking its shoulder off the edge, before pitching to the floor. Its stone body shattered, the shrapnel hitting Santana’s leg.

The automaton twitched twice, before falling still. A small dribble of blood escaped its broken head; Santana knew it was left over from Kars’ flesh, but he couldn’t help feeling a terrible sense of dread. Meanwhile, Kars stared at the broken automaton, grinning.

—30—

The silence that once dominated Santana’s life had been replaced by the sound of Kars carving and tinkering away. He worked days and nights, only stopping when he reached the brink of exhaustion; only then would Kars separate himself from his work and drag himself into the cave. He’d collapse on the pelts and sleep for weeks at a time, then repeat it all when he woke up. He worked through the storms and the rain, sometimes in the cave and sometimes out, depending on the severity of the weather. During the rainy season, Kars and Santana worked side by side in silence on their separate tasks. While Kars perfected his stone automatons, Santana carved words and constellations into the walls.

Kars, Santana noticed, focused heavily on the ‘we’ aspect of his work. Kars was trying to create life to fill this empty world for ‘them’, he was creating creatures to worship ‘them’. Santana couldn’t have cared less if he was the last creature on Earth, this was solely Kars’ project. But Santana kept these feelings to himself, as with everything else.

Thunderous rain poured outside the cave. The fat drops pounded out a ruthless melody on the ground, on Kars’ shoulders, and the massive stone automaton he carved. Water drenched Kars’ hair. Even from the safe, dry haven of his den, Santana could see the water cutting streams from Kars’ hairline down his broad nose and jaunt cheeks. The water followed a similar pattern across the towering automaton’s face.

This new creation stood slightly taller than Kars himself. In theory, it would have fit snugly in the den, where Kars could work warm and dry. However, he had learned the hard way that once the automatons were given life, they tended to flail wildly, with the possibility to destroy everything in their path. That particular instance stood out in Santana’s mind, if only for how quick Kars was to retrieve a large rock and swiftly deliver it upon the back of the automaton’s head, shattering it. Then, as if it were business as usual, Kars collected what could be salvaged from the body and whisked it away.

God giveth and God taketh away, Santana supposed.

As Kars worked, Santana gently cracked a spiky fruit on the floor. Occasionally, between shelling the fruits, Santana casted glances at his estranged father. Though Kars was hardly mortal any longer, his powerful body wasted away. His cheeks and eyes were hollow, his limbs more lean than muscular. Santana thrived primarily on fruits, nuts, and the occasional small animal he happened upon. Kars, however, hadn’t eaten anything since returning to Earth.

Santana sighed quiet, thoughtfully; he shelled the last fruit beside him and placed it with the others in the bowl. The sweet smell of their juicy flesh filled the den, mingled with the smell of wet earth and rain. Satisfied, Santana picked up the bowl and carried it outside.

Kars stayed focused on his work. Now, he knelt in front of the statue painstakingly carving the hands and fingers. He blinked water out of his eyes, his focus unshaking.

Rain quickly soaked through Santana’s robes. As he crossed the small clearing to Kars, he became sodden and heavy. His hair stuck to his shoulders and his horns.

Santana stopped beside Kars. He offered out the bowl of fruit, slowly collecting rainwater.

Kars didn’t even offer a side glance.

“I don’t want your pathetic fruit,” Kars sneered. He reached up and rubbed water off his face. “Millions of years thriving on animals—on humans—and you’re trying to give me... Cattle feed.”

Santana, as expected, said nothing. Quiet before, growing up as a child, and now almost exclusively mute as an adult. Kars wanted to roll his eyes, but he refused to give Santana even that.

Santana, meanwhile, kept the fruit bowl extended, not pleading, but asking gently, please. Kars could ignore the quiver in his hands and the hollowness in his cheeks, but Santana saw it.

Kars’ lip curled. Thunder and lightening crashed overhead. He glanced to Santana with the corner of his eye. He sneered.

Santana heaved a heavy sigh of relief as Kars reached into the bowl. He selected a fruit and, looking back to his statue, shoved it into his mouth. As the fruit burst in his mouth, tart, refreshing juice washed over his tongue.

Kars paused. He narrowed his eyes, swallowed.

“Leave me to my work now,” he said. “...And leave the bowl. Right there.”

Santana nodded. He laid the bowl on the ground next to Kars. Kars huffed at it.

“When the rain clears, we shall go on a hunt. For real food.” Kars spat out with emphasis on the word ‘real’.

Santana shrugged. Then, with nothing left to say, Santana turned back to the cave. His feet sunk gently into the wet earth. When he stepped into the warm dryness of his den, he looked back over his shoulder.

As lightening cracked, Santana saw Kars shoving handfuls of the fruit into his mouth. The pink juices mixed with rainwater, cascading down his chin.

Softly, Santana smiled to himself.

—30—

In his heart, Kars knew what he wanted to achieve; by bringing these statues to life, he could start his own kingdom. He could create sentient, intelligent, emotional creatures, built in his own image. It may take him years—centuries, millennia—but he didn’t care. He had the time. And he wouldn’t stop until he was satisfied.

The statue he carved now was his biggest yet—taller than himself, yet shorter than Santana. Kars could only let his mind wander to how much flesh it would take to power the automaton, and for how long?

A small automaton could run for about a day on a small piece of flesh. A bigger one, about half the size of Kars, only a few hours on the same amount. Kars hypothesized that if he tripled the amount fed to a medium sized automaton, he might buy himself enough time to teach them to hunt for themselves. If Kars could find a way to supply the automatons with a constant influx of flesh...

Kars grinned. He stood on his tip toes to carve facial features on his current massive pet project.

The rain had stopped, though Kars was still soaked. Mixed with the night air, Kars was chilled to his bone, but he didn’t care. He focused fully on his work, everything else was an after thought.

It was risky doing this; to try and make an automaton so large without knowing fully how they worked. It could backfire. Or it would work flawlessly, because Kars had full faith in his creation.

He could just feel Santana laughing at him. Judging him, like all the other non-believers had done before their slaughter. Surely, Santana thought that Kars had gone mad. And maybe he had, just a little. Or maybe he was on the path to genius, just as he had been when he built the perfect stone mask.

—30—

Santana awoke to piercing, crazed screaming. The sound jolted him out of a deep slumber and threw him up to his feet. His heart jumped in his chest, and his eyes wide with panic as he looked around. He knew exactly who the screams belonged to.

The screams, furious now, came from the jungle outside. But sun shone in through the mouth of the cave, trapping Santana inside. Still, Santana went to the entrance, safely nestled still in the dark, and peered outside.

All he saw was the empty clearing in front of his den. The massive automaton that had stood proudly in the center for months was now gone. At the edge of the clearing, Santana’s eyes followed a path cut clumsily through the underbrush.

Kars’ screams continued. They seemed to bounce off the walls, amplified in Santana’s ears.

The sun was positioned slightly less than directly overhead. Santana had at least eight hours until it would be safe for him to leave.

Lulled into a trance by the yelling, all Santana could do was wait. He sat down at the very edge of the den, inches away from where the light splashed across the floor. Then he waited.

When the sun finally disappeared behind the overhang of the cave entrance, the screaming stopped. Clouds moved in to cover the sunset sky, once bursting with colour, now turned hazy grey. Santana waited a mite longer, and once was he certain that night had set in, he rose from his spot and crawled out into the jungle.

He followed the path carved through the underbrush as best he could. Santana had to rely on his intimate knowledge of the jungle to guide him. Based on how far away and how loud Kars’ screams had been, Santana was able to make an educated guess on his whereabouts.

Sure enough, Santana soon found Kars sat on the forest floor, head down, knees to his chest. As Santana approached, he noted firstly that Kars sat precariously by the edge of a steep valley. Glancing down over Kars’ shoulder, Santana saw the crumbled form of the tall stone automaton lain, twitching, at the bottom.

Santana stared harder at it, realizing now that he hadn’t yet looked so closely at it. Up until now, his eyes grazed over the tall figure, but he never took in the details. To him, it was another one of Kars’ projects to occupy his time.

A sick feeling of dread coiled in Santana’s stomach. The face of his late father, Esidisi, stared back up at him, bloody stone lips ajar, empty eyes gazed up at the night sky.

Santana knew that he was looking at Kars’ carved statue, but the resemblance was uncanny. Every detail, it felt, had been taken directly from the pits of Santana’s memory. And to see it—him?—laying there, shattered and broken, still twitching with the last inch of life in his body, made Santana feel ill. He had to look away.

“I lost control of it,” Kars whispered into the tense air. “I gave it life, and then it took off. I tried to corral it, bring it back towards our home, but it wouldn’t listen to reason. It drove itself directly off this cliff.”

Santana focused his eyes on Kars. Kars lifted his head and held out his arm. Santana’s stomach flipped again.

Kars’ left arm was missing just above the elbow. The flesh there, where the appendage had been amputated, was red, raw, and partially scabbed. The wound threw heat as Kars’ body began the slow process of rebuilding itself.

“The price was steep.” Kars acknowledged. He scoffed, then laughed bitterly. “I thought he would be different. Maybe that his soul would find the vessel. Or that mine was strong enough to command it.”

Santana nodded. Quietly, he ripped a piece of fabric from his ancient robes. He knelt beside Kars and wrapped the scrap of fabric around Kars’ stub. Kars glared sharply at Santana, but his eyes soon softened. Then they became wet, and Kars began to cry.

Santana secured the fabric while Kars sobbed. The sobbing was quick and violent, as all the emotions of failure, intense passion, loneliness, and heartbreak finally got the best of him. Santana did not judge, nor did he turn up his nose; he let Kars purge these feelings, offering nothing but a calming presence.

“The irony is not lost upon me,” Kars managed. He inhaled deeply, trying desperately to calm himself down. “I’ve finally achieved my goal of walking in the sunlight, being a god,” Kars palmed his wet cheeks, as he steadied his breath. “And I have no one. No one to worship me. No one to walk in the sun amongst. I have outlived my enemies, but at what cost? I’ve outlived all my loved ones, too.”

Kars finally succeeded in steadying himself. He held his damp hand to his heart and looked to Santana.

“I have you, my little Santviento, but even you’ve grown. You’ve surpassed me. You will always be my son and my child, but look at you, Santana...”

Kars motioned up at him. Moonlight reflected off the shiny chitin of Santana’s great curling horns.

“...You’re a man now. I failed you, let you grow alone. I have nothing left I can give you. I’m... Sorry.”

Santana stayed quiet. At this point, Kars no longer expected him to speak. Silence was Kars’ new normal, perhaps in a way his punishment.

Instead of speaking, Santana slowly blinked his lazy eyes. They were, as they’d always been, blood crimson—not unlike the Super Aja Kars so desperately tried to find once upon a time.

Kars drew a steadying breath. He had mostly calmed himself down now. He glanced at his half-arm, tested the newfound light weight of it. He sighed, laughed a little.

“Being God is, truly, a lonely endeavour, isn’t it?”

The moon taunted Kars. Hundreds of thousands of years they spent together, Kars cursing it and praying to walk in the sun instead. Now, Kars would only find company in the moonlight.

Santana’s hand laid heavily on Kars’ arm, weighing it down. Kars looked at him with questioning, pursed lips.

With a tug, Kars was jerked to his feet. Santana was again unfazed by the effort needed, and it still baffled Kars slightly, that Santana had managed to become so strong. Fighting or arguing was futile. So, Kars allowed himself to be led along like a child.

The jungle whispered around them. The wind rustled the leaves. Nearby, a stream babbled. Animals darted between bushes and around tree trunks. Kars felt their curious eyes watching them.

Santana led them back towards the cave, and then up a well-worn, sloping path. Kars could only blink with surprise; of all the time he had been here, living alongside Santana, he hadn’t paid any mind to the trail. He never gave it a second glance, nor wondered where it led. He had been so caught up in his own agenda of creation that he hadn’t considered what Santana spent his nights doing.

The path eventually opened to a clearing, after a short hike. The trees were cleared in a perfect circle, with a massive telescope sat in the center.

Santana released Kars’ arm and approached the telescope. He worked it, adjusting the knobs deftly to point it perfectly upwards. Once he had everything set to his liking, Santana glanced back at Kars. He beckoned with one hand.

Kars stepped forward. Humility rose inside him. Perhaps discovering this part of Santana’s life and his encounter with the wayward automaton had left him feeling... Humble.

The telescope was the perfect size for Santana to use comfortably. It was intricately made, the details fine, but worn. Kars wanted to touch it, though he resisted.

“...Did you build this yourself?”

Santana nodded solemnly.

Thousands of years ago, a human gifted Santana a telescope. He loved it and took immaculate care of it until he grew too large to use it any longer. The only logical solution after that was to use it as a base to build his own.

Kars examined the telescope closer. He was blown away by the craftsmanship. Perhaps Santana had taken after him in some ways after all...

Santana tilted the eyepiece down to Kars’ level. He looked at Kars with hooded, expectant eyes.

Kars stepped closer. He pressed his eye to the lens.

The sky exploded with stars. Planets and constellations were bright and visible. The sight of them made Kars shiver. His stomach clenched as though a cold hand had grabbed it. After so long of being in space, and avoiding looking up since his return to Earth, even just the sight of the void and the stars made Kars feel distraught.

Santana’s warm presence beside him, however, kept him grounded. Kars clearly felt the grass below his feet and the humid jungle air lapping against his body. He wasn’t floating in space any longer, and he never would again.

Kars breathed a sigh. Santana kneeled beside him, his head close to Kars’.

“...Even though... Wham and baba Esidisi are... No longer with us...”

Santana’s rumbling, deep voice once again startled Kars. He reeled away from the telescope and stared at Santana. Santana's eyes stayed gentle and steady.

“...They are... All around us...”

Kars was stunned beyond words. He couldn’t speak. All he could do was watch Santana.

Santana swept his hand across the grass. His massive horns swayed with his head.

“I feel Wham... In the wind... And the animals... Baba Esidisi in my torches... And the humid air.”

Santana smiled softly. For a moment, Kars saw a flash of the child he knew and raised.

“When the steam rises... Off the ground... At dawn... I think that’s them both...” Santana’s eyes lifted to meet Kars’ face. His eyes were bright and pierced through Kars’ soul. “...Enjoying the sun, papa. The world feels empty... But we are not alone. Do you... Understand...?”

Kars nodded. Words, at that moment, seemed to escape him. All he could force out of his mouth was, “I do understand.”

Satisfied, Santana smiled again, softly. He shifted from kneeling at Kars’ side to laying, stretched out, in the grass. His massive horns kept his head propped up slightly, as if suspended by a pillow. He folded his hands over his chest.

“Good... We are lonely... But never alone...”

Suddenly, a tranquil feeling washed over Kars’ body like a tidal wave. Santana may have been right; although his family—their family—was gone, they were not forgotten. All matter eventually returned to the earth, but the souls never left. The presence they once commanded, the feelings they gave people, the experiences they led... It was all still there. Their souls didn’t need corporeal bodies to anchor them, because they had found different spaces to occupy.

Kars sunk to the grass. The dewy blades slid against his back as he laid alongside his towering son. Kars mimicked Santana by folding his hands over his stomach.

Santana’s eyes glanced sideways at Kars. He wore that same, child-like small smile.

“...I’ve mapped... Some constellations... After them, too...”

The stars blazed before them. Burning bright for only themselves. Kars had seen hundreds of millions of them in his lifetime, yet he had never stopped to consider them. He used to turn his nose up at Santana when he was a child, and all he wanted to do was read the stars.

Now, Kars was overwhelmed by their beauty.

Breathing in a shaky breath, Kars reached out. He found Santana’s hand, the one that he had taught to speak, to walk, to write, to become a person, and held it tightly. Santana’s massive, calloused fingers curled likewise around Kars’ hand.

“Please... Show me the constellations, my son.”

#jjba #kars jjba #Santana jjba #battle tendency #jojo fanfic

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wizardbronla · 2 years

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Fenro week 2022! Here’s the first chapter!

“10-4 to Gizmoduck, there is a bank robbery in progress, over.”

The crackly voice from the radio on Fenton’s desk cut through the still summer air like a hot knife through butter.

Fenton looked apologetically at Gyro. “I’m so sorry, Carino, but I have to take this.”

Gyro sighed. Of course someone would rob a bank right before their dinner date. “I know Fen. Just please be careful.”

Fenton nodded once, and then said, “Blathering Blatherskite!”

He flew out the window, and just like that, he was gone.

Gyro watched the empty space for a few moments, sighed, and went back to his blueprints. It was going to be a long night.

—-

He wasn’t quite sure what time it was when the call came through. All he knew was that it was a quiet, clear, starry night outside, and then all hell broke loose.

“Hello? Is this Dr. Gyro Gearloose?” A nasal female voice said.

“Yes?” He said distractedly. Fenton should have been back any second.

“Hello sir. I’m Brenda from Duckburg Municipal Hospital. It says here that you’re the emergency contact for Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera?” She said.

Gyro felt his blood turn to ice. “Y-yes? What happened to Fenton? Is he okay?”

“We’re not sure yet, sir. He’s still in surgery at the moment. Would you mind coming down to the hospital?” She asked, her tone unchanging.

Gyro didn’t hesitate to grab his keys and coat and head to the elevator. “I’ll be there in 5 minutes.”

Gyro definitely kept his promise (even if it came with a few tickets for running red lights) and was there in less than 5 minutes.

He ran up to the check-in desk. “I’mheretoseeFentonCrackshellCabreraplease.” He said breathlessly.

The nurse looked at him with mild alarm, but she checked a few pages and said, “Oh, you must be Gyro Gearloose. He’s in room 246. That’s up the stairs-“

She was cut off by Gyro already leaving and saying, “I’ll find it, thanks.”

He sprinted up the stairs as fast as his long legs would carry him, though when he was walking through the hallway he tried to keep his panic to himself out of respect.

When he finally reached Fenton’s room, however, he hesitated for just a second before knocking.

What if he saw something he didn’t want to see?

He decided it didn’t matter, and knocked on the door softly just in case his partner was sleeping.

It opened almost instantly, to reveal a small parakeet with a name tag that read ‘Nurse Juline.’

“Oh, hello there! Are you Gyro Gearloose?” She asked kindly.

“Yes. Is Fenton okay?” He asked without hesitation.

Nurse Juline smiled and said, “He’s gonna be just fine. He’s sleeping off the anesthesia at the moment, but he should be awake within the hour. Would you like to come in and wait?”

Gyro sighed with relief, and said, “Yes, please.”

Juline led him to a chair next to Fenton’s bed. “I’ll be back soon with some paperwork and some coffee.”

Once she left, Gyro finally took a good look at his boyfriend.

Fenton was sleeping peacefully, his left eye had a large purple splotch around it, and there was a bandage around his head.

Gyro sighed again in relief, and internally thanked whatever deity was truly out there that his love was still alive.

—-

It only took 25 minutes for Fenton to groggily open his eyes and say, “G-gyro?”

Gyro snapped up instantly and said, “Hey Fen. How are you feeling?”

“Ugh…like I got hit by a bus.” He replied, attempting to sit up.

“A semi-truck, actually.” Gyro responded pointedly.

Fenton looked confused, so Gyro pulled out his waddlephone and showed Fenton a video clip. It depicted Gizmoduck being hit at 80 miles an hour and the hero falling down a cliff out of sight.

Fenton looked sheepish at his mistake and said, “I’m sorry, Carino, I-”

“Sorry?! I’m just thanking my lucky stars that you’re okay! I could’ve lost you, Fen.” Gyro said, sounding close to tears.

“I-I know Carino. I just wasn’t thinking about myself. I thought the armor would protect me…” Fenton trailed off.

Gyro scoffed. “The armor did protect you. If you hadn’t been wearing it…well, I don’t really like thinking about that. You’re lucky you only had a bit of internal bleeding and a concussion.”

At this point, Fenton had succeeded at sitting up. “I know, mi amor, and I’m grateful that you’re worried about me, but I think you worry a bit too much.”

Gyro sat next to Fenton on the uncomfortable hospital bed. “Fenton, you’re my boyfriend. I’m never going to stop worrying about you. And…I don’t know what I would do without you.”

Fenton grabbed Gyro’s hand. “Carino, even if something happened to me, you would still have Boyd. And the McDucks.”

Gyro rolled his eyes. “Boyd couldn’t live without you either. He looks at you like a second parent, you know. And the McDucks…they just don’t get it.”

Fenton opened his mouth to speak again, but Gyro put a finger on his beak to silence him.

“Fenton, listen to me. I know you love being Gizmoduck, and I love supporting you, but if you can’t start taking care of yourself too, I don’t think I can do it anymore.” Gyro said.

Fenton stayed silent for a few moments, before saying, “Okay.”

Gyro cocked his head in confusion. “…okay what?”

Fenton started speaking in his rapid-fire tone. “I’ll give up being Gizmoduck. I’ll do it for you Gyro. And Boyd. You can destroy the Gizmosuit, and I-“

Gyro cut him off with a laugh. “Yeah right. That’s just the pain meds talking.” He checked his watch. “It’s three in the morning. Go back to sleep, and we’ll see how you’re feeling in the morning, okay?”

Fenton nodded, already drifting back to sleep. “G-goodnight Carino.”

Fenton was asleep within seconds, but Gyro still said, “Good night, Fen.”

—-

Gyro didn’t sleep that night. He kept watch over his love, just to make sure nothing else happened.

Because after all, he was nothing without his family.

#ducktales #ducktales 2017 #fenro #gyro gearloose #fenton cabrera #fenroweek2022

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mouseycakes · 2 months

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Find the Word Tag (II)

Firstly thank ya for the tag @blind-the-winds!! This is my redemption arc in a sense for honestly missing the last one, so anyone is free to do this if they want!! The words for youse: bright, feared, glare, aaaand fragile!

My words, meanwhile, were love, light, listen, and look!

Long-ish post incoming, but here's a few super super rough drafted bits and bobs from Forbidden Fruits!!

Love

"I can't believe it." Michael's face stayed unchanged, his gaze a thousand yards past the glowing tanned shoulder of his superior. His hands still tightly bound behind his back. "I can't believe it," she repeated, slower, ice cold, "You have no rebuttal, nothing for your case. All this revolutionary business for what? What's so important about that society that you bring about your own beheading?" "Love, Gabriel." "... I beg your pardon?" "Compassion. For... for them. For man." This time, it was her turn to be silent, pinching the bridge of her nose with a slow inhale.

Light

It was easy as pie. Just a matter of opening his wings, and taking flight, right? Right. He peered over the edge of the rooftop, a good ten or so stories high. Even the little cherub statues were at least two stories below. An itch crept up his throat, tickling the inside in dry tingles. His focus shifted to the sky once more, light filtering through his squinted lashes as no clouds were around.

Listen

"Awful. Just- just awful." Over and over, Lucius gently bumped his forehead to the wall, the clacking of horns on wood just adding onto the ordeal. His ears were pinned back, twitching ever so slightly. "Can you please just listen to me for one minute before having a breakdown? It's not your fault-" "No, nope, it literally is! If it wasn't for me, the kids would be home by now, and not off doing some- what- adventuring? Thing out in the underworld with him of all people!" "Lu-" "You still don't get it? It's dangerous down there! Hell knows if they might find themselves on the same cliff I was on for one thing, since it was right near his house!" "A- Cliff? What- ugh, never mind, we'll get them back, okay? Promise on that."

Look

Lucius wasn't one to need a helicopter parent on his tail. Much less one that happened to be the personification of Death itself. Yet, somehow there was something comforting in the moment to have this strict teacher again, even if in the same brief second it felt off to think so. "Head up. Do not let me leave your line of sight. Look around you, with all your senses, not just your eyes- I can already see them wildly trying to chase me. Stop." The reaper grunted, tugging rhythmically at his dark beard between his fingers. "This should come more naturally than you think. You want to fight out of defense, you need to let your instincts lead you. Imagine the deer to the hunter, for example." Lucius shook his head with a sigh, burnt shoulders slumping forward. "I can't. I'm not some prey animal." "You don't need to be one to share the same senses. Not everything needs to be literal, either."

#long post #cakesposting #ocs #writing #tag game #writing game #writers on tumblr

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redhairedwolfwitch · 1 year

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Hello my Auburn Angel,

Just wanted to see how you are doing, my friend. I haven't written you in a bit, but I have been doing all right. Also, side note, this is the first time I'm writing you whilst slightly tipsy (this is an understatement), but I am cooking myself dinner right now and hoping I don't burn anything.

I was wondering, if you want to share, how are this going vis-à-vis your living situation and potentially wanting to get out of there?

Also, I like asking really weird questions to get to know people better, so I have some for you, but feel free to ignore whatever you don't want to answer:

If you could only eat one color of food for the rest of your life, which color would you choose?

If you were a character in a horror movie, what cliche would you be (e.g. the first to die, the skeptic who doesn't believe in ghosts, etc.)?

If you could have any superpower, but it had to be completely useless, what superpower would you choose?

Also, I love that your friend calls you Gingernut now. Do you tell your irl friends about your tumblr or is this a tumblr friend?

Also (ugh too many also's), I don't think the tag issue happens to me, tags work fine even if I use hyperlinks I think, or maybe I don't pay enough attention to it, could be.

Update on the food: It's almost done, so time to wrap up this letter and start putting some food in my belly and sober up (because I'm supposed to go out again later).

As always, much love,

-Chaotic Anon

ahh my sweet sweet chaotic anon, i hope you're doing well (if we ignore the understated tipsy cooking - i hope whatever you made was edible and you didn't burn yourself or the food)

oh, my living situation is unchanged, my small childhood bedroom where the only place i can sit is my bed, which isn't bad but also it makes me love interior design, specifically colours and furniture, like desks, which there is a lack of in my little room. living situation will be unchanged for at least 2023, and even if i could get out, i don't know where i'd go, so i feel a bit hopeless since i don't have a big picture for my life, i just have a little picture with small stepping stone milestones, but the picture is slowly getting coloured in... oh can we add in how my only friend in this town moved away? yeah, i'm stuck for at least 2023, and with the way my mental health is going (badly) i might not get far in general i'm afraid.

anyway, you asked fun questions, and i gotta say, i love colourful food, so i'd be doomed if i had to have e.g. only red foods (sounds like a lot of tomatoes) and it reminded me of how many foods are beige or red, or green or brown.. or just burn everything to a brown or charcoal but i'd need a sauce to go with since it would be dry as heck ahh...

horror movies? i can see myself either getting the hell out of there quickly, or just dying very easily from something unrelated (knowing my anxiety, my heartrate and blood pressure would probably kill me first) but i think i'd just die easily, there is no final enby here sksks.

a completely useless superpower? all i can think of is how Pietro died in Age of Ultron... fast but not fast enough and no super healing:/ he deserved better...

it's a tumblr friend, who has managed to also be a discord and instagram friend, and eventually irl friend too hehe, but people on tumblr and other socials reply and message more than any of my irl friends so...

yeah i don't know what's going on with the tags, i'm just kinda staring at them and trying to either poke them with a metaphorical stick or not at all, since i saw some people are having glitchy tags that reload into something other than a linked fic? tumblr chaos, what else can we expect these days?

take care of yourself, anon of chaos, have fun but also don't die please, i prefer people alive if possible...

~Lux

#hello anon #chaotic anon

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needsmustleap · 3 years

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#okay lemme leave the sex education tag before i get real life mad lol #some of you sure have opinions! and interpretations!#anyway lol the only thing i wanna say is that i think my opinion of michael is pretty much unchanged #in like a net way #like my main takeaway this season was like.... he really just does not give a shit about adam???#he mentions like 'oh no i think my son hatesme :(' okay and????#are you going to do anything about it or continue ignoring him???#idk i just don't have much patience for him i guess #sure it's probably hard but like. sort it out. make an effort. apologise.#or does he even really know where he went wrong? does he think adam hates him for no reason #ugh

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henry-and-the-seven-lords · 3 years

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How He Loves - Eventually pt. 2

Barbatos x MC | Song Fic

How He Loves Series | Brothers Masterlist | Dateables Masterlist

Inspiration ~ Haven't Had Enough by Marianas Trench

Description: Barbatos watches MC fall I love over and over again only to be heartbroken each time. His finally jump leads him to the most painful heartbreak, or does it?

Just a preface, I don't fully understand how Barbatos' power work, I know it has to do with time, and I know when he sent MC to another timeline in the game there were two MC's in one place. So just to clarify how I am using it, I am thinking that he moves his consciousness from one Barbatos timeline to another when he goes through his time doors, not that more than one of him exist at one time. This is just my preference to one make it easier for me to understand, and two to make it simpler to write. I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: angst, very fluffy ending

Without missing a beat MC gently held his hand in place and tried their dish. In that moment, Barbatos saw it. His sliver of hope. A single timeline where MC was his.

He saw them cooking this exact recipe, but instead of ending in tasting the soup, it ended in a sweet kiss... Now that he knew he had a chance to be with MC, he just had to figure out which timeline was the right one.

Barbatos thought back to that single hopeful scene. It felt like a distant memory to him now. Immediately after Mammon and MC left the castle that day, Barbatos had rushed to the door that could send him back to the beginning. To his first meeting with MC, to see if he could change it all.

During the first attempt he was chivalrous, going as far as to kiss MC's hand on first meeting. This only seemed to lead to MC falling in love with the prideful Lucifer who flaunted them in Barbatos face every second he had.

He went back again, taking a more calm and friendly approach, only to have MC fall into the arms of Simeon, who eventually took them back to the Celestial Realm leaving Barbatos alone without even getting a proper goodbye.

Attempt after attmept, Barbatos would introduce himself differently thinking the start of their relationship was the error, only to have MC fall in love with someone else in the end.

Hundreds of jumps through time later, Barbatos began to loose himself. Leading to his previous dedication to Diavolo faltering because he was consumed only with winning MC's heart.

His current attempt was one of the most painful. Barbatos had given up on introducing himself long ago when the hundredth time still led MC into someone else's arms. Instead, he opted for silence and a small smile. Time passed and Barbatos watched as MC got closer and closer to Lord Diavolo making his heart ache.

The human was currently running around the castle giggling with the demon prince in a game of hide and seek. While he was stuck in the kitchen forced to hear their laughter echo through the ornate hallways.

Even though Barbatos had a long list of tasks to get done, he could not focus even if he wanted to. Each little chuckle that resounded through the hallways from MC in the distance made his mind drift off. He dreamed about the day when they would finally run into his arms, giving him the sweet pecks he had seen everyone else recieve.

As his mind wandered, Barbatos began to notice the vividness of MC's laughter. It no longer sounded like a distant dream, but something closer to reality. He was finally brought out of his thoughts when he was tackled to the ground.

Even though the blow was fast, it was not too much for the demon to handle. He began to stir under the weight and finally opened his eyes when he heard a voice.

"Oh no! Barbatos! Are you okay?"

With one quick glance Barbatos discovered his culprit to be none other than MC. They were currently hovering over him with concern written all over their face as he lay on his back.

"I'm fine, MC. There is no need to worry about me. Demons are quite resilient and can take a tackle or two." He smiled as he said this. His heart warming at their concern.

Barbatos then pushed himself up so he would be sitting. MC on the other hand, back peddled and sat on his legs. Leaving the demon stuck in this position under them. Their face was red as they looked at the pristine tile floors he had just cleaned.

"I still feel bad about tackling you... is there anything I could do to at least make up for it?" MC fiddled with their jacket refusing to look at Barbatos as they talked. He found this endearing. How could this human be so cute without realizing it? It wounded him.

Barbatos pulled from his thoughts, began to ponder their request until and idea popped into his head. His one sliver of hope, "You could help me make dinner tonight if you wish. We will be having Newt Fire Soup and I could use another set of hands in the kitchen."

"Alright!" With that MC jumped off of him and reached out their hand to help Barbatos up. A smile spread across his face as he grabbed their hand and they helped him stand up.

The pair got to work, and MC was just as good at following instructions in this timeline as they were in the first one. It almost felt like deja vu to Barbatos as MC seemed to follow his commands the exact same way as they did previously.

Of course, Barbatos was just as distracted by MC the second time as the first time, but what he didn't notice before was MC staring at him as well.

Whenever he would turn his back he could feel their eyes boring holes into him, and when he would turn around their face would go red and they would quickly look away. These actions seemed odd to the butler. Wasn't this MC in love with Lord Diavolo?

Eventually, Barbatos got bold and wanted to see if his suspicions were correct, "MC you need to stir it clockwise, not counter-clockwise."

That was a lie, it really didn't matter how the soup was stirred. He just wanted to test his theory. After speaking he walked up behind MC putting his hand on top of their's on the spoon and slowly spinning it in the opposite direction.

MC's face began to flush as they looked up at him, "O-oh, um... thank you." Their words sounded like little squeaks, Barbatos was about to pull away, worried that he had frightened them, until he looked down to see them biting back a grin. Maybe this was finally his chance.

Eventually the soup was finished and just as Barbatos had before, he grabbed a spoon holding it out for MC to taste test.

"Barbatos this is the best thing I have ever tasted!"

"I am glad you enjoyed it, but remember you made it as well so you also have yourself to thank." After these compliments, Barbatos waited, but there seemed to be no kiss in sight.

He sighed sullen and turned his back to them as he began to clean up the kitchen. Even though this time had started rough, he thought that it was turning around MC seemed interested in him, but maybe that was all just an illusion.

"Barbatos."

MC's voice cut through his thoughts like a knife.

"Yes?" He turned focusing all his attention on a now fidgeting MC.

"W-well, I just wanted to say something..."

He looked at the human confused, "What would you like to say?" MC seemed to be stalling as they thought of the right words to say.

"Well..." MC took a deep breath before quickly speaking, "I really like you Barbatos, and I hope you aren't mad at me for tackling you earlier today, but I really just did that because Lord Diavolo told me it was the only way I could get your attention."

Barbatos stood there stunned, staring at them as they continued, "I just... ugh... when we first met you seemed so... I don't know... intimidating? I wanted to get to know you better, but I didn't want you to think I was some nuisance."

A nuisance? Barbatos was flabbergasted, is that really how he had made them feel.

"I told Diavolo and he started inviting me over so I could build up the courage to talk to you." MC took a deep breath before continuing, "I really like you Barbatos. I see how considerate you are to everyone else and I just want to do the same for you- Wait are you okay?"

MC runs over to him gently grabbing his face. Barbatos was so overwhelmed by the human's words that he didn't notice tears welling up and trailing down his face like a waterfall.

"You don't know how long I have waited to hear that." A bright smile spread across his face as he speaks. The pair sit for a moment in silence as Barbatos catches his breath with their forehead pressed together. Eventually they both lean in slowly until their lips finally collide in a long soft kiss.

MC pulls away breathless and says, "Barbatos, you might just be the best thing I have ever tasted." Their combined laughter swell and full the kitchen reverberating back to their own ears.

"Better than the soup?" Barbatos replies while chuckling as he pulls MC in by their waist

"Definitely." MC leans in again after answering capturing his lips in a passionate kiss.

Extra:

Diavolo: "Oh there you are MC! I see you found a prize for being the best at hiding! Remember, no funny business in the kitchen."

MC: *Embarassed* "LORD DIAVOLO!"

Barbatos: "Ever unchanging, my Lord."

Tag List:

@bunna-does-stuff @obeythebutler

#obey me #obey me imagines #obeyme #obey me barbatos imagine #obey me barb #obey me barbatos #barbatos imagine #barbatos x reader #barbatos #om! barbatos #barbatos x mc #barbatos x you #fluff #angst #how he loves series #how he loves

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writing-for-me-at-this-point · 4 years

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Firstborn | ii. pact

Summary: You make a pact with a demon, in exchange, you give him your firstborn.

Word Count: 2838 words

Page Count: 8 pages

A/n: hope you guys like the second part!

Tags: none :) feel free to ask to be tagged.

[ F I R S T B O R N M A S T E R L I S T ]

"We're doing this outside?"

"Yes, [ Y/n ], outside. Don't worry, you won't melt in the sunlight. The sun is setting soon anyways." Solomon mused, taking the old path to an opening where he used to hold any summonings when he was younger, his excitement was radiating off him. The large Cajvana and Mercheasa trees clouded any vision past 6 meters, and the large roots had made the walk turn into a workout that even Adonis himself would struggle with, the fact that you carried the bag with all the materials needed as well didn't help your mood either.

"After this walk, I better have thighs rivaling Hermes- Solomon! Don't laugh! I don't have gigantic legs like you!" You yelped, trying to catch up with your cackling younger brother, if he wasn't so tall you'd slap him upside the head.

"Oh, I can't help it! Watching you struggle adds years to my life!" He laughed loudly, dodging the hand that swung at his head, only to run into the clearing that you finally managed to get to.

"Hey! That's abuse! Why would you hurt your baby brother like that?" He joked, throwing his hands out to his sides, twirling around the open area.

"I'll show you abuse! Get back!" You laughed, your intimidation falling through quickly, chasing the snowy haired man around the area. He managed to avoid you a couple times, checking you when you got too close, before he ended up tripping and falling on his ass- essentially causing you to die of laughter while you messed up his hair.

It was a warm moment, something you were sure to think of whenever a mention of Solomon comes by, he always made you smile. He made even the worst of situations lighter, draining the dark grim smoke from the air and allowing you to breathe- your light. While you both chuckled and set up the large summoning circle he had planned, he made it seem so... natural.

You don't know how to explain it. This idiot- your idiot- always eased you into the wildest situations and made it seem normal.

Like summoning a Prince of Hell.

The second strongest one to be exact.

Because he would be the nicest.

What the fuck, Solomon.

"Are you okay?" He asked, his hand pushing lightly on your back, the large bowl in your hand groaned in your grip.

"Huh?" Looking up, you noticed the sun was going down at this point, the honey mixing into a delicious peach tone- before being kissed by the dark tears of the universe highlighted with the light of the heavens. So much color at one time, you always loved when the sun woke or went into its slumber, it was like looking at everything the universe had to offer for this short time.

It calmed your mind. The stars never changed, they never left, always unchanging- never moving on.

Moving on.

Fuck, what are you going on about again? The stress must have been getting to you, making you have lucid moments that leaked into the manic ones, you just wanted this to be over. Have your family all right again. You wanted them to be safe, healthy, and live their lives. Get their jobs up and running, find someone, get married and have some kids. Live full lives.

You wanted to move on. And you're working to it.

But moving onto what? This new chapter in your life, in debt with a demon- tied to you with a promise to fill his greed, but that was better than now. Now it has no color. It's a cloudy night sky. Solomon is the wind, pushing away the clouds to allow the stars to bleed into the eyes of all the living beings here, he's doing what is natural to him.

If Solomon was the wind, what are you? This demon you're summoning?

"It's just, hitting me now, the shock has left and I'm understanding everything- this pact and what comes with it." You continued, looking up, wanting the concern to just... vanish.

"Do you want to do this? You don't nee-"

"Yes. I do." You cut him off, looking to the soft grass at the candles placed down sat firmly, the giant sigil decorated to accommodate the needs of Solomon and Mammon.

"I'll light the candles, where are the matches?"

"I usually use... magic... to light them." He laughed awkwardly.

"Ugh. Alright." You closed your eyes, practically feeling the excitement radiating off Solomon, the man was shaking at the thought.

"Calm down. It's simple-"

"It's magic. Your magic. And you're using it, on your own, after all this time. I..." He trailed off, looking around as his eyes glossed up, his smile wavering slightly.

"You've taught me so much, and after what happened with Mother, seeing- feeling your magic again just-" He took in a deep breath.

"It's comforting. Like a warm hug, a Mothers love that I only found in you, something that makes me feel safe. You were always so beautiful when you used magic. So powerful, yet, gentle. It was- IS everything to me." He was trying to calm himself, breathing deeply as he turned from you, swiping any tears from his face harshly, turning his head down quickly to stare at a lone candle.

You didn't know what to say, with a deep and soft sigh, you flexed your fingers lightly- warmth erupted from your nails and filled your blood, flames flickered in the air, a small figure dancing from candle to candle lighting the wicks as she went, another smaller form followed the other quickly before meeting at the candle Solomon was staring at.

"[ Y/n ]." He smiled, watching the two figures fly up as their flames trailed behind softly, both going to kiss each side of his cheek before fading into a small white smoke. The kiss from your pyre had him giggle, and you saw your baby brother again in a flash, before seeing the man in front of you.

"I'll... make sure you feel that way more often. I promise." You looked at him with a smile, his eyes meeting yours, relieved you had him back.

"Now, let's summon that demon."

"Damn. Lay it on thick."

"Heh."

"Stop."

*****

"You've been chanting for an hour now." You sighed, playing with the wrap on your palm, the cut that you had made was needed though. Blood is needed for any pact, Solomon told you, and is always spilled in any formation of one. He had told you about one demon he made a pact with, Asmodeus, who made one with him by kissing your brother and biting his lip- leaving him breathless and bleeding for the demon.

He didn't go into detail, but the red of his ears and pink dusting his cheeks spoke for him, you only smirked.

At least your brother had taste.

Literally.

"He's a bastard! God!" He yelled in anger, before yelling the summoning again, hands in his hair as the pact marks on his body started to glow a deep, bloody, red once again. For what? The seventh time this night? Was this Mammon demon always late? Or just doing so because of Solomon's reputation?

"God? Ironic." You mused, moving the bowl over and laying in the middle of the circle, your tiredness had finally gotten to you and you're not fighting the bitch today.

"Agh!" He yelled in exasperation, his body shivering while the cold nipped at his exposed upper body, all the candles flaring up into the air a few meters high before settling down again. The flames only lived for a few seconds before getting snuffed out by a harsh wind. Darkness enveloped the both of you and neither even dared to breathe in again. You stared at the darkened sky, Solomon stared at the ground, and the change in magic was felt. The weight on your stomach was nothing with adrenaline pushing your body to run or fight, though, fainting sounded like a good option too.

He's here.

There's a pull. Your heart is tugging forward, your eyes wanted to follow so desperately, but you didn't want to. There's a muffled sound.

"Hello? You humans deaf or something? I'm here! Mammon! Your deity! Your god!" His face moved to yours quickly, his lower body sat comfortably on your stomach as both of his jeweled hands came to either side of your head.

Oh lord, and as ironic as it was, he had the face of an angel. Well, maybe a fallen one?

Snowy white locks were messily placed on his beautifully tanned skin, icy blue eyes sparked with a flash of gold looked straight into your eyes, his face sculpted with love and adoration. Inky black horns twisted into themselves, contrasting from his hair, you noticed the small white markings that decorated the smooth flesh under his eyes. Your face flushed heavily, and your hands found each other as your left hand thumbed at your palm, your voice in your throat.

"You came..." Wonder was in your voice, though quiet, it was heard. A large smile came onto his face, his eyes closed, and his head tilted much like a puppy.

"Of course! You have something to offer up right? As long as I get my payment, I'll come running, loyal as ever!" He laughed, and though it was cute, you couldn't help but deadpan just a bit. He really lived up to his title, with the demanding aura he gave, though his personality seemed... off, but he is a demon, a demon who was greedy. The air around him felt heavy, lightening up the farther away you are from him, and yet it was so alluring. His presence demanded attention, good or bad, he wanted all eyes on him and everyone to listen to what he had to say.

"Mammon! Off my sister, you moron!" Solomon's voice cut through the moment, grabbing him by the thick gold choker on his neck, his wings fluttered and flared as his air supply was cut off. Not that he needed it. He wore long black pants, very loose and made of silk, and they hung low on his hips, being held up by a tight golden scarf to keep them in place.

"Stop being dramatic. You're immortal." Solomon sighed in irritation, having the demon land on his ass a few feet from you, his shirt back on his torso. Rolling his eyes, he helped you up, checking you over before going to collect the items used to summon Mammon. You noticed the ivory claws that were his nails, his bare feet held the same sharp nails as well, you couldn't help but look at Solomon.

"Solomon, because you have a pact with Asmodeus doesn't mean you can treat me as you please, be glad I'm not like my brothers." The growl in his voice was evident as he stood up. The markings covered his entire body, and what didn't have white markings was covered in jewels and gold, his body was toned and defined quite well.

'You're not thirteen. Stop. You've seen men naked before.' You thought to yourself, looking between Mammon and Solomon, you didn't know exactly what to say. You felt the irritation between the two of them, Solomon staring Mammon dead in the eye, almost uncaring of what he could do to him, but the last thing you needed was an angry demon and a brother who practically got high off his own magic.

"I'm sorry about him, he gets a bit protective, are you alright?" You asked him, looking to his neck to see any irritation, which he lacked. You brought your hands up in a surrendering manner, not needing a fight right now, you would play mediator if need be.

"Eh? I'm fine. Anyways, I was summoned, and quite crudely. Meaning you need something important, and you need it quickly. At any price." He mused, walking up to your smaller form, glaring down at you with a mischievous look. Your stomach dropped, it feels like so much has happened, but here you are.

So close.

You're here. This is it. You pay a price and you save your sister.

"I need you to cure my sister. She's deathly ill, I've tried everything, and now I need your help. Can you do it? Can you save my sister?" You stood your ground, staring up at him with intensity that shifted the mood, it was so quick it almost gave the poor demon whiplash. His brows raised and the smile dropped.

"Oh." It was soft, barely there, but you heard it. He looked into the fierce fire that flickered into your eyes, but he saw it, the familiar begging look that he saw in his brothers- in himself the most. Wanting your sister to come back, to be okay, alive and well. His heart ached for a slight moment as he thought of his brothers, his late sister, even Diavolo and Barbatos. His entire situation.

Damn it. He needed to stop it. Being emotional always got him into trouble, and he needed to stop, but hearing your voice.

Oh father, he felt a tug towards you, and this wasn't good.

"What do you have to offer?" He didn't know what to ask for, curing a human and bringing them back from an inevitable death was expensive in the Devildom, and he wouldn't let his powers go for free.

That wasn't in his nature.

No matter what.

He is a Prince of Hell.

He is greedy.

"I have money, some status, I... have a lot. Though, it's in the family name, not directly to me- it belongs to my siblings and I." You thought out loud, realizing, everything you had- you shared. You all shared the money, the status, the knowledge. The only way someone could gain power from your family was to be in it- something your family had done for generations, to be sure that if one person died the entire family fortune and name wouldn't disappear and be stolen.

Damn it.

"So, you offer me your money and status, though, it all belongs in the family, hm?" He asked, a hand coming to his chin, the other holding his elbow. The wind blew and you shivered, Solomon came up behind you keeping a distance as you spoke with the demon, everything you two needed was in the netted bag.

You had a lot, and he wanted it all, no doubt. He wasn't going to tear a family apart though, he's a demon, not a fucking monster. He knows what it's like to have a family torn apart, and having each other is the only thing that kept them going, he was the second eldest. While Dear Old Luci was to protect their physical well being and their status, Mammon cared for them emotionally for as long as he could, trying to mend the wounds that weren't shown to the world.

He knew that burden.

So how could he get what he wanted?

Well, he needed someone in the family to be his.

"Your firstborn. I want the first child you give birth to."

"Mammon, what the fuck."

"That's a thing?" You asked, surprised at the request, though you did feel your heart start up again. The shock was on your face and Solomon didn't look pleased. The wind blew harshly again, and you knew it was your brother, you sighed before turning to give him a look.

"Solomon, shut up for a moment. I'm making a pact with your sister, not you, you don't get a say," His voice was low, and the magician looked at both of your eyes, the wind calmed just a bit. You still shivered.

"I want the right to your firstborn." He spoke again, crossing his arms, golden chains and bracelets clink together as they met.

"The right? As in? There are many rights you can have, you need to be specific." You said.

"Every right. The right to marry them. To take them as my own. Any right you can give me, I want it."

"Why? Don't you want money? Or something else? Why a child?" You were curious why he would want your child.

"I didn't think I'd have to explain it, damn it. Think, woman. If I have every right over your child, I can use them for my needs, so that when the time comes your debt is paid." He spoke nonchalantly.

"Your needs?" You perked up a brow, wondering if your mind just had a habit of going to dark places quickly.

"I am not making them a slave for my sexual pleasures, if that's what you're asking. I'm Mammon, not Asmodeus, I work with money." He looked a bit irritated, though the pink that flushed his ears spoke for his embarrassment. Was... he a demon that was shy about sex? Was that a thing?

"My firstborn, and every and any right that comes with that, am I correct?"

"Yes."

"Then we have a pact."

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