#aged up characters

Hi. I know this is random but I just finished rewatching Coraline with my lil siblings and got super reminiscent so have this lil au blurb idea I got:

Coraline goes missing. Nobody has seen the family in a week. They grow concerned and police get involved. They vanished. Their belongings are still where they belong, but the people fell from the face of the earth. It’s a mystery.

Wybie always gets goosebumps remembering it. His grandma says the curse got to them. They’re with her sister now.

Wybie hasn’t been able to forget the last time he saw Coraline. He thought she was being manic, insane, but her ramblings that he could only hardly remember-

Another mother?

A doll spy.

The small, locked crevice…

His curiosity was big, but his fear was bigger. People went missing in that house. He wouldn’t be caught dead there.

Or so he thought.

Years pass. He’s an older teen now. He’s still a loner weirdo to his peers, only having made fleeting friendships, but he’s aced engenireeing competitions. His grandma is so proud.

He’s given a fully paid scholarship to somewhere far away. He’s going to go soon.

The start of his last week home is sentimental. He can’t sleep. He feels like he’ll be missing out in time spent here.

He decides to take a walk instead.

His feet has led him everywhere but they always stopped at the edge of the garden. Overrun with weeds killing everything below.

And beyond it, the house.

Nobody ever moved in. The neighbors long left. It’s completely abandoned.

And it’s one of his last nights.

He grows a backbone. Once and for all. He’s leaving anyways, right? He won’t have to deal with crazy missing girls or supernatural mysteries anymore.

Not after this….

The door is locked but he knows how to sneak in. It wasn’t his first time contemplating how to get in. He had a plan.

Once through, he decides he’ll just walk through the rooms. They’re ghost-like.

Some furniture was sold, but others had stayed. The dining table, a dusty cushion.

A doll in Coraline’s bedroom.

She was just like he remembered. Positioned snuggly under the covers of her owner’s musty bed.

Who would do that?

He shivered and debated getting closer. He knew if he returned it now, his grandmother would be mad that he went inside. He should probably leave it be. But he noticed something black settled neatly on top of its chest.

He inched just a bit closer.

A key.

The oddly shaped key he remembered seeing the day Coraline left.

He needs to run. This is weird. This is haunting. He rushes down the stairs but trips on the long rug in the bottom.

He hit the ground hard. He stumbled, trying to get back up quickly. He stopped when he noticed a glow.

The room where it happened.

He shouldn’t go in… but…

That hit must’ve done something to his head.

He trembled as he slowly made his way to the living room. There on the side, like nothing had changed, was the door.

He heard a clang from behind.

He jumped and screamed. He didn’t see anyone. Looking down, he saw the culprit for the noise. The key. It followed him downstairs.

Everything was telling him this was a bad idea.

The place is haunted.

He’s seen horror movies.

His grandmother has lived through two disappearances already.

It would break her to have a third.

The responsible part of his brain told him it was better to leave now.

But he picked up the key instead.

He had to line it into the hole with shaky hands.

It opened.

And inside, he saw blue.

A tunnel unfolded for him, magical and beautiful.

His fear somewhat subsided. He squatted closer and considered going in. But something pricked at his brain.

“What did Coraline say about this place again?”

He could only recall certain details. He knew she mentioned what had made it dangerous but…

It slipped past his mind.

He decided to scoot a bit inside.

It didn’t feel dangerous…

It was

Fascinating.

He’d moved a bit more away. And now he was crawling.

He could see another door.

He was just curious.

He could take a peek, and return immediately.

He reached the other side and took a deep breath.

He squeezed his eyes shut as he pushed on the knob. It cracked as it swung forward a bit. He hesitantly began to open his eyes, but a noise made his blood run cold.

“Why so shy, Why-were-you-born?”

Her voice. The shock made him look and he came face to face with the girl through the crack.

She was older. Shorter hair. Same smirk.

Button eyes.

He screamed and tried to shut the door, but she put her foot to stop it.

“Are you going to run away again? I thought you’d grow braver by now. You opened the door, afterall.”

“It was a mistake!”

He was a coward. Mysteries weren’t his to solve.

So what was he doing getting so close to something spooky?

As if sensing his doubt, Coraline laughed.

“Come in. Please. I promise you’ll be safe. I just want you to see how I’ve been.”

She moved somewhat away to show what was behind her. It looked like the room he had left… but colorful. Lived in. Alive.

“…. what?”

“See? It’ll be okay; you know this place. It’s like your world, but better!”

She widened the gap by taking advantage of Wybie’s looser grip. He tried to fight it, but the awe of seeing the weird room cut his force.

Gadgets everywhere. Mechanical abominations ticking, alive and made into furniture. Incredible.

“I knew you’d like it.”

He didn’t want to respond. He was still afraid.

But he let her open the door in full. More than the room, his breath caught as he saw make an expression that was… vulnerable.

“Please, Wybie? It’s just for tonight. You don’t have to come back if you don’t like it.”

This wasn’t the Coraline he remembered. This was…. nicer.

She extended her hand, offering to help him.

He gripped his gloved hands.

“Only… one night. And it’ll be okay? I’ll go back?”

Coraline looked solemn for a second. Then she smiled.

“I promise you, Wybie. You’ll go back safe. You’ll be ok.”

He still had difficulty reading people but… she felt so genuine.

His shaky hands grasped hers.

He was pulled in.

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Ok so let me explain a bit of the au. This is a universe where Coraline still had a spat with Other Mother, but instead of being eaten, Other Mother was so impressed by her ingenuity that she decided to… condition her. Coraline became her somewhat pupil. She resisted for a while, but eventually, she had to break. She’s learned to play along with Mother. She’d accepted her life. Then came Wybie. Other Mother decided this was a great opportunity to put her to the test. Lets see how good Coraline is at softening victims.

If she passes the test, she’ll be granted more freedom. She might even be able to go back outside.

All she has to do is keep Wybie in. Mother’s gone too long without food. Coraline has to prove her worth.

3/15

Bonus

[Head canon Adult Satogou]

Context: Goh was away from home for work and he is very worried because he got a call from Misty.

The day before Ash got drunk at a party after a Pokémon battle tournament and went home alone.

Annoying colleague

@mintaka14 here’s your second prompt! Sorry for the wait!! But I hope you enjoy it! 

Fromthis prompt list

AO3

“What if someone comes looking for us?” 

“No one will.” 

“But the Liberty is small! Not that I think that’s bad or anything, I love it here, you know that, but-“

“I know,” he laughed against the crown of her head, causing her stomach to erupt into a flurry of silver butterflies. He pressed another kiss to the top of her head. “But it’s also packed.”

“But what does that-“ her words caught in her throat when he pressed a kiss to the bridge of her nose. 

“Big crowd. Small boat. Anyone who might-“ he captured her lips again, cutting off his own words. “Anyone who might be looking for us will just think-“ his lips were so warm against hers, “will just think we’re lost in the crowd.” 

She broke away from him, gasping for breath. And swatting down butterflies and warmth in her cheeks at the way he had leaned forward to follow her. And she was only too happy to oblige. She pushed herself back up on her toes, leaning into his embrace to meet his lips again. 

They had gone into the supply closet, full of broken instruments and worn-out stuff that Anarka refused to part with, to talk. And they had. They had had too much to talk about to not talk. But with Hawkmoth gone and all their cards on the table… it had taken very little time for words to be unnecessary. 

Or at least, most words.

“But aren’t- but aren’t we being- being rude?” she asked between stolen kisses that were long overdue. 

He laughed into their kiss. And it was such a foreign feeling that she hoped would be familiar soon that she couldn’t help but smile against his lips. Because she was kissing him. And he was kissing her. And all those years of heartbreak and hardship and-

“Who cares? It’s your party.”

“Ladybug’s party,” she corrected as he peppered her face with tiny, featherlight kisses. 

He shrugged, lifting her arms up with the movement of the shoulders they were draped around. “And where would Ladybug be without Marinette?” 

His lips were on hers before she could answer. And she wasn’t complaining. She tangled her fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck, clinging to him as she tried to stand even farther up on her toes. The hand that was cupping her cheek dropped to join the one on her waist, and then they were sliding down until they were gripping her hips. And then he was lifting her up; at the last second, she hopped to help him settle her on the amp case behind her. 

He broke away from her, letting his forehead rest against hers. “Is this ok? We can stop if you-“

She answered him by cupping his cheeks and drawing him back in. As their lips met again, his hand came up to cradle the back of her neck. The other reached up to run his fingers through her hair as she kissed him with all the gentleness he had shown her since the day they met. 

“They’d both be lost without you,” she whispered as he broke away for air. 

“They’re both smart,” he chuckled. But she didn’t miss the way his voice cracked when she fluttered her eyelashes against his cheek, peppering his skin with whisper-light butterfly kisses. “I’m sure they’d manage just fine…”

“They’d miss you an awful lot.” She couldn’t stop herself from giggling, but it came out breathier than she had expected. 

And then a fresh wave of giggles overtook her even as he pressed his lips to hers because of the way their noses had bonked from the enthusiastic way he had leaned back in. And he was laughing into their kiss too, and it was familiar and all too easy to get lost in and-

She flinched at the muffled sounds of the party suddenly getting louder. And decidedly less muffled. 

Opening her eyes was a mistake. She screwed them shut, flinching from the sudden light and-

Light? 

She blinked her eyes open, catching Luka’s wide and startled eyes that she was certain were a mirror to her own. Slowly, she turned towards the doorway of the supply closet. 

Juleka was standing in the doorway, staring at them with utter disgust and glee. Beside Juleka, Rose had her first in her mouth. Her eyes wide and looking like she was about to combust into a cloud of glitter. And then Juleka’s face morphed into the most wicked smirk she had ever seen in her entire life. A look she had had no idea Juleka was even capable of…

“Carry on,” and then the door was slammed shut, and she was burying her face into Luka’s chest in absolute mortification despite the fact that they were alone again. 

Sorry I’ve been not active here lately here’s some latest doodle of Asra x Scarlet ❤ Scarlet is actually still 16 (when the game start) but I like to make an au A LOT likeー what if Scarlet’s older than Asra and an AU where they’re old together