#Sugar Stars

[retropopcult]

vintage Kellogg's cereals 1950s-1960s

[moondreamswiththestars]

SOOT SPRITE DOODLE

HE'S PERFECT

His name is Pepper btw

[theforestghost]

finished this Soot sprite design! I love it! <3

[gummi-stims]

How about a hamtaro stimboard babe?

You know what I'm into haha, of course!

@oleanderunderground

🐹-🌻-🐹

🌻- x -🌻

🐹-🌻-🐹

[stimkids]

x - x | x - x | x - x | x - x

[gaoau]

Sugar Stars

A conversation under the Milky Way. He can't decide who to live for. He can't choose what to die for.

pairing — Kino x fem!reader

01. The dark skies of wishes shine down on existence; live it forevermore 02. Let's meet where life is worth living for

『ここにいてもいいから』

[ originally written: 28/08/2021 ]

[boyslushie]

I FORGOT TO POST HIM HERE EVER. MY STAR BOY.

[honehonn3honey]

Birthday boy 🎂

[dreamdripdistance]

✦ the most consistent part of this life, is that the sun will always rise and there's stars in the night ✦ (the reverse)

[black-salt-cage]

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚

[heartnosekid]

sugar cookie beetle plushies | friskwolfiecustoms on ig

[moondreamswiththestars]

Soot Sprite #2, still Pepper cuz I haven't made it's story or another soot yet :/

[fawndollie]

some of my favourite stamps bc they are currently loosing in the poll i set up lmaoo

[sugarstickers]

꒰ animal crossing × sanrio pngs! ꒱

[sweet-jojifuku-girls]

[gaoau]

Let's meet where life is worth living for

Sugar Stars warnings — none. word count — 1.0k

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Silence lasts in a comfortable atmosphere embracing them both. Every word to come out of Kino's mouth shatters each of her braincells at any given chance—he's better when he's quiet, she thinks. He agrees he likes [Name] better when she shuts up because he simply cannot comprehend more than twenty per cent of her scientific mumbo jumbo. Silence is always pleasant, that specific moment when they can appreciate the rustling of the leaves and the singing of the crickets. Existing and living right now; doing it for absolutely nothing at all. At the end of the day, the human world is truly beautiful in its most simple of aspects.

"Look, a shooting star!" Kino immediately springs up, his arm stretched out towards the faded light painting a streak of hope in the night sky. [Name] holds back a startled hiss. "Make a wish, Ms. Scientist." He shows off his fangs in a childlike grin.

She scoffs at his excitement, "I wouldn't recommend wishing upon a star, Kino-san. Once that meteor burns up, so will your wish."

He's reminded why he much prefers her when she's quiet. "You're no fun…" he sighs with a dramatic pout curling his lips. So childish.

"Alright, make as many wishes as you want to all the millions of shooting stars you're not seeing." With a wave of her hand and whispered foreign chants, Kino briefly catches sight of things he wouldn't normally perceive. The sky lights up with thousands of disintegrating meteors. It's only for a fleeting second and it's beautifully enchanting. "You'll surely believe me if I tell you all those tiny meteors together can sum up to one wish, correct?"

The cackle that slips from the back of his throat is far too genuine to attempt to hold back. "I will when you put it like that. You sure talk subjectively pretty for an objective scientist."

"You once told me you like stars, didn't you?" She chooses to ignore his comment.

He giggles, "I still do."

"You're just like them."

"…Here we go."

"You already know every component in your body comes from the stars." She cannot expand into the depths of her thoughts knowing Kino will only fail to understand them. Stars are the source of ashes, the root of all beauty in outer space. There's as much guidance in the stars as there is after a fire has died. Kino does not care—all he sees are lights from the bottom of a rotting land. "You're who you are because you build it and keep it together with your own ideals, just like stars are held together by their own gravity."

"You're annoying."

"I insist. It's impressive how stars are spoken about as though they were alive." Her eyes are narrowed when they stab right through his. "Well," she chuckles, "if you were to put too much thought into it, it's exactly what I've been doing all this time to refer to you, Kino-san."

[Name]'s mocking him with concepts he can't completely wrap his head around. "You dare make fun of my existence, witch?"

She rises to her feet in a successful escape from his swinging fist. He doesn't mind craning his neck to stare up at her when there are remnants of laughter on both of their tongues. "I haven't come to hand you the answers to your questions. I only know for a fact that it's okay for you to be here." As she meets his crimson gaze reflecting red supergiants, an objective smile settles on her lips.

No creature has lived without wishes. Kino hopes to leave it up to burning rocks falling into the atmosphere. He knows—with [Name] standing beside him admiring the same sky—that it's all a matter of chances and rolling the die. The stars sparkle so enchantingly to the point they seem unreal and unattainable. His face twists. [Name]'s exhausted sigh pierces into his ears. "Now what?" He notices the bags underneath her eyes for the first time in the night. She's at his every beck and call. "Is your existential crisis not over yet, Your Highness?"

He cannot retort. "Yui is a human," he states. [Name] physically fights the urge to spit a snarky remark. "Even if she's choosing to live for me now, she'll eventually die. Then I'll have to find another reason to live."

She hums, "Tragic. What about Yuuri-san?"

"He lives off of guilt for me. I allow it, but I don't want it."

"My, royalty sure is difficult to satisfy."

Kino clenches his fists to prevent himself from stabbing his arm right through her chest. "What's your reason to live, then, Ms. Scientist?"

"I wonder…" A pop echoes from her neck when she stares straight up at the brightest star. Her eyes dart around to name each dying light off the accuracy in her mind. They die but they were never alive in the first place. "…Understanding."

"In general?"

"Perhaps. But you in particular, Kino-san." She refuses to look down at him as she speaks, "What you are and what you're made of. I have yet to reach any conclusions after all these centuries."

"That means at least you'll stay with me for a while. Ah, I sure am glad."

"What's a king without his advisor?"

Their eyes meet with resolution. They wear mirroring smiles neither of them acknowledge. It's not friendship, after all. It's convenience. She's useful and he's easy to analyze. Advisor and test subject. But it is not friendship.

"Well, I'll be returning to my research now. You should go back as well; Eve must be getting worried." What does she know about human emotions? "I shall visit Rotigenberg once again to formally meet the princess."

"She'll be waiting." He won't.

"Until then."

Her body tears itself apart and deconstructs into the simplest of atoms to travel through her own magic back to her home. The same atoms existing in him and in the stars and he still doesn't care about her views on shooting stars. He used her for what he needed—wanted—to solve, because it's not friendship. So why did she leave behind an artificial star to comfort him? Worst of all is that he does find comfort in its brightness.

—あごす (agosu) • (2016) 2021