#let Sun be OP as a treat

[sabrondabrainrot]

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Random Idea but with what I know about current spoilers I have two ideas. One is that Sun will somehow becomes the Witherstorm (I AM BANKING ON THIS) or he's going to be relevant to the Witherstorm of their dimension and be scattered through dimensions.

One of my most favorite series of all time is "Tsubasa: Reservoir Chronicles" and the crux of that series is they need to put someone back together and to do so, they have to travel to various dimensions to find the missing pieces of the person's soul. I totally see that happening to our Sun? I don't know why.

Even to this day, Sun still hasn't quite opened up about himself. Not to Old Moon, New Moon, Solar, Earth, Lunar, etc etc. I think the most he's been open towards thus far is probably Dazzle ironically?

I'm still getting caught up but I can tell Dazzle actually wants to get to know him so she's asking about him and he's honestly telling her. (also loving how Sun is spending more and more time with the kids in the show, He spends so much time with FC, Dazzle, Jack, etc. It's so wholesome) I'd say Earth and Lunar are in second place of knowing him best but they also still sometimes are kept an arm's length away.

Solution to this? Scatter parts of his 'soul' into the multiverse and make it the family's responsibility to find him! Heck he could even be in a coma the entire time they do this! When they find a Sun fragment they get to see his memories or feel and hear his thoughts.

In Tsubasa the fragments are called 'feathers' and they can warp reality, break time and space, or even gain sentience. I think it'd be so neat if one of the fragments of Sun became Dark Sun but I know it's not likely.

"I am doing this for Sun, Because I am Sun" vibes

Just an Idea but it'd be so cool if it happens!

My second Idea, has to do with a sketch I did a bit ago (still working on more sketches for it) but basically I know Sun's currently gathering power. He's a fighter and wants to help! His family is still keeping him away from the action though. It's not malicious and comes from them wanting to protect him but it's going to ultimately leave him more vulnerable and a target.

Dark Sun I know is tampering with dark energies, he's raising a dragon? He's associating more and more with Witherstorm energy and he still hasn't quite confessed what his motive/plan is besides the fact this is "all for Sun"

So wouldn't this mean Sun is going to ultimately becomes a Witherstorm? It's what the creator studies and the one of the main dimension is different from others so who's to say our Sun and Moon aren't also built different with different fates?

Creator created something specifically just to torture and wear Sun down but when you think of it, that's also what Old Moon was until they split. I don't think that was the intention but the fact Old Moon just decided to point blank torture Sun? Sus, like it was meant to happen.

Dark Sun I think needs Sun to be his pet Witherstorm, and he's maybe planning to use Nexus to make that happen? I just got to the point in the series where he just picked up New Moon from space and took a chip out of his brain. Bruh...he needs him but won't say for what.

I love it. Dark Sun my beloved what are you evil little plans <3

Hoping Sun doesn't fall into a Coma but it'd be so sexy of him aha~

I really like when Sun spends time with Earth and Lunar too it'd be so cool if they have an adventure to save him.

BTW I've been listening to Aurora's song "The Seed" and it literally gave me a big brain AU idea for tsams but idk if I should try to write it.

I really hope Sun ascends to some kind of God-hood like being especially involving destructive energy like Witherstorm stuff. It'd be so neat and sad if one of the nicest people ever became the ultimate judge, jury, and executioner-like being. It's especially ironic since Nexus/New Moon can't decide what's real anymore and just decided to frick off and become God so it'd be realllyyyy funny if Sun was the one to become a reality altering being.

I'm just Madoka-ifying Sun at this point

[xinganhao]

🌱 wonwoo x producer!reader.

the five times wonwoo swears he's over you (and the one time that he decides he isn't) ★ see also: main post, drabble

♫ maybe i'm just not better than this, i haven't tried / 'cause maybe you'll finally choose me after you've had more time.

🌱 the five times.

when he sees you for the first time in over a year.

he believes it's the nice thing to do, treating you out to dinner. he froze you out, after all, because he was stupid and he didn't know how to handle his crush on you. he likes to think that the past fourteen months have made him better. wiser. so, that night, he makes it up to you. he also makes up a dozen different excuses. do his eyes linger on you a little too long as you happily drink your yogurt drink? he's just making sure you like what he chose for you. does he walk a little closer when he notices you're shivering from the evening cold? he's just concerned you might get sick. he doesn't like you anymore. he's better now, wiser now. he has to be.

when your second studio choom video comes out.

it's not the same as the first time, where he'd smiled to himself while watching you perform your latest comeback in STUDIO CHOOM's crisp, 4k quality. back then, that's how he had known he was done for. this time, he watches it purely out of curiosity. to add to the millions of views that the video is already raking up. he keeps a straight face the whole time. just watches with a perfectly neutral expression. he's just a guy supporting a friend, isn't he? when he gets through the entire video without smiling, he counts that as a win. if his heart— the bloody traitor— had stuttered at your ending fairy, well. that's an entirely different story.

on a random tuesday, just because.

he's never really seen the appeal in games like stardew valley; they were always a little too slow for his taste. but you'd absolutely begged, and so he begrudgingly bought the game for ₩20,600 just to shut you up. he still doesn't care much for it, to be quite honest. there's a lot of slow, lazy days where he just dicks around in-game. he bears with it anyway since you're always so happy when you beat him at fishing, or when you get to steal away the bachelorette he was going after. your voice is a low buzz in his ear as the two of you play until the sun has risen, until he's cussing you out for keeping him up so late when he has a schedule to go to. you let him complain all he wants because he'll still back online for co-op later that night.

when you're back in the same recording studio as him.

this one is the hardest, because this is where he fell for you in the first place. you, with your head bent as you fiddle with jihoon's digital audio workstation. you, with your usually friendly demeanor shuttered behind something so cool and collected. the pencil tucked behind your ear. the way you worry your lower lip as the boys croon. he wants to scream, wants to test just how soundproof this damn studio is. instead, he sings his lines. he makes adjustments as necessary. he watches you do your thing, even jokes to you here and there. it's all he can do to keep his mind away from what it wants so badly to stray back to. in the end, he doesn't scream. but when you smile at him and tease him that he did a good job— he wishes he had.

when he drives you home after you've had one too many to drink.

you're half-asleep in his passenger seat, all soft edges and incoherent mumbles. he tries to be cross with you, tries to tell you off for not knowing your limits and ending up like this. there's an unmistakable softness in his gaze, though, as he makes sure the seatbelt isn't too tight around your frame. he avoids all the potholes and goes extra careful over the speed bumps. by the time he makes it to your dorm, you're already passed out with your cheek pressed against the window. he decides to let you sleep for only thirty seconds more. as he mentally counts down— thirty, twenty-nine, twenty-eight— he tries to convince himself that it won't sting when he gets to one. (it still does.)

🌸 the one time.

on another random tuesday.

in the end, it's not an evening of stardew valley that gets him. it's not one of your fancams, not your warm presence in his shotgun. no, it's something much more stupid. something much more small. it's the way he looks for his phone when it pings. he doesn't even know if it's you who's texting him. but it could be, and that's enough to have him fishing through his bag hastily. he catches himself one afternoon, notices the way he's just a touch too excited to check the newest notification. he's not any wiser or better, it seems. he doesn't know if he can be. he's still the same jeon wonwoo with a hopeless crush on you.

[ct-cactus]

Demon Slayer AU where everything is the same except Yoriichi is a ghost.

He’s corporal/people can see him, he can change his appearance from when he was a kid to when he was old.

He follows Tanjiro around. They met sometime before the Hashira Training Arc for sure, but how early depends on what the writer decides. Has he been there since pre-canon? Or did he show up after the Entertainment District Arc (would honestly make most sense since Tanjiro didn’t know about Sun Breathing until after Mugen Train, but again this is an AU).

He meets Muichiro, and after it clicks that he’s Michikatsu’s descendant Yoriichi follows him around too, eager to be close with the family he could never have.

Depending on when they met, Yoriichi could help Muichiro recover is missing memories earlier than in canon.

Other things about/to include in the AU:

Kamaboko Squad centric (Tanjiro, Nezuko, Inosuke, Zenitsu, Kanao, Genya, AND Aoi and Senjuro)

each member gets a one-on-one interaction with him at some point, which will add to their own personal character growth

Whether or not Yoriichi can physically interact with others is up to the writer

making him able to fight demons seems kinda OP, so unless the writer can find a way to make it make sense about how he can maybe don’t do that

maybe he can exude enough strength to stun demons, but not fully kill them

can he pick things up, or do they just pass through him?

He helps train Tanjiro, making him more proficient in Sun Breathing

this can give Tanjiro more time to hone is Water Breathing. It always irked me that Tanjiro didn’t practice Water Breathing as much when he discovered Sun Breathing (don’t quote me on that, I get my info from TikToks and reaction videos. But why learn two breathing styles and not increase your skill in both?)

this can allow a Giyuu training session in the Hashira Training Arc that we didn’t get to see

Expanding on Yoriichi changing his age: I feel like the older he presents himself, the more power he would have. So when he’s fighting, he’s somewhere between his 20s and 80s. However, because this takes up a lot of energy, when he’s not fighting he’s typically in the form of himself as a child or in his teens

whether or not his mentality/maturity is affected when he’s at different ages is up to the writer so long as it’s not portrayed in an erotic/kinky way

Yoriichi can give tips to the Hashiras that those in the Sengoku Era used (information always has the potential to be forgotten, so maybe there were some tricks that were forgotten about?)

can provide more information about Muzan and his weaknesses, since he was the only swordsman who came close to killing the Demon King

Interactions with Lady Tamayo and Yushiro!

Fluffy moments! Slice of Life, Found Family, all the tropes! Let him be the father to the Kamaboko Squad that they never had/lost (let him have the chance to be the father he never got to be)

Lots of interactions with Genya (is my favoritism showing?)

bonding over being the younger brother

bonding over their endless love for their older brothers

bonding over their older brothers who do so much to hurt them, but they just can’t stop admiring them

Let Yoriichi give Sanemi a talking to

yes, I understand why Sanemi acted towards Genya the way he did. He wanted to protect him, keep him out of danger. However. Good intentions DO NOT give you a free pass on bad actions.

the way that Sanemi treated Genya was cruel and frankly unacceptable; he could’ve gone about it in a much more mature manner

Interactions with Giyuu and Yoriichi!!

mostly bc Giyuu is my fav Hashira, but I notice a lot of similarities between them

Maybe Yoriichi can provide information about Kokushibo/Uppermoon 1?

Yoriichi has the flute that Michikatsu gave him with him in his ghost form

Additional weaknesses up to the writer (this goes for powers too)

Kamaboko Squad showing Yoriichi present-day things

A mix of fluff, angst, etc.

rating is up to the author

ANY SHIP is welcome so long as it is:

legal

not a pro-ship

treated respectfully/with some level of understanding

^^continuing from this, it doesn’t matter if you include SaneKane, SaneGiyuu, ShinoGiyuu, ShinoMitsu, SaneMitsu, ObaGiyuu, UzuRen, or any other pairing, polyamorous included. It doesn’t matter if there’s no ships at all. Everyone has there own preferences, and it’s up to both the reader and the writer to be respectful about it

This is all I’ve come up with for now! I’ll most likely come back and add more at some point, but if you have any ideas or suggestions let me know too!

If you end up using this idea, credit me with my Tumblr, and if you want to as well my AO3 which can be found in my profile :)

[ms--lobotomy]

I missed the last day of MerMay, but as @kit-williams wisely proclaimed, it is now hot mer summer. [Previous] [Next]

Summary: You and Mortarion calm down together.

Word Count: 1012

Content Warnings: mutual pining but you bastards are right next to each other, a frankly disgusting amount of uwu,

Image Credit: @squishyowl

The sun hung low in the sky, painting it with purples and oranges and pinks. You were situated in the water, treading slightly as you surveyed Mortarion. His tail swished around as you looked at his wounds. You ran your finger slightly above them, careful not to outright touch them. They were healing nicely, save for the little hiccup when Typhus showed up unannounced a few days ago. Mortarion's face was expressionless as ever as he watched your hands trail along him.

"What's the verdict?" he asked, lightly grabbing your wrist.

Your hand fumbled at the motion. "I!" you started, before clearing your throat. "I, uh. I think that you'll be able to return to the sea in a week." You looked up at him, unable to hide the twinge of sadness in your eyes before you looked away.

"I..." he started, retracting his arm from your wrist. You grabbed it with your other hand and kept it there, your heart beating profusely in your chest.

"...Stay here," you said, "please?" The two of you lingered there for a moment. A slight smile dusted your face, and Mortarion looked... relaxed. His eyes were slightly closed, and his breathing was even against you.

"For how long?" he asked, a slight worried twinge to his voice.

You paused. "I, uh," you started, your face going warm. "As long as you want... Morty."

He exhaled at the nickname, but didn't comment on it. Your hand rested against his chest, and you'd just now realized that he'd pulled you close with his free hand.

"As long as I want?" he asked. "I think you'll find yourself in the pool for a very long time." You looked up at him, locking eyes with him. He smiled- the first time he smiled in your company since he was found. His teeth were sharp in his mouth, and it was a bit of a scary expression on him, but you couldn't help smiling back at him.

"I wouldn't mind that," you mumbled as he lowered himself in the water, coming face to face with you. He wrapped his other arm around your back, yours coming to rest on his chest with the other.

He uttered your name, soft and somehow sweet on his lips. You looked at him, expecting a follow up, but it didn't come before he stared at you for a few moments. His eyes felt like they were boring into you, but you felt safe with him, somehow.

"Do forgive me for what I am about to do."

You tensed up. Was he going to drown you? All of your fears were assuaged when he put his thin lips on yours, one hand running through your hair. You felt the tips of his claws at the back of your head, close to you but nowhere close to sinking into your flesh. You relaxed, returning the kiss. The two of you were locked there for a moment before he finally relented with a slight chuckle.

"I was hoping you wouldn't mind," he said, pressing you close to him again.

"Wait, wait wait wait," you said, your face flushing warm again. You turned away from him, and he relaxed his hold on you. "Does this mean that we're..."

"Lovers?" asked Mortarion, his voice raspy yet soothing. "Only if you want to be," he said before saying your name again. It sounded so nice when it was on his lips. "I know it's been quick, it's just..." he sighed. "The apothecaries and the healers down under don't treat me like a person. Like you do."

"I see," you said, grasping for one of his hands. He took it, even though he was far larger than you. "I... uh..." you started. "Oh, dear. I'd like to say something, but I feel..." you trailed off, "nervous? About it?"

"Let it out," he mumbled, his thumb running over the side of your hand.

"Okay. Well, I would be more than happy to be yours," you said with a sigh. Your eyes closed, and you relaxed into his grip again.

If your eyes had stayed open just a moment longer, you'd have seen how his eyes widened, how he looked at you with nothing less than love in his eyes. His free hand moved back through your hair, wet at the ends and where he'd touched you last but dry everywhere else. You leaned into his touch like a cat.

...

"He's healing well," you told your coworkers in the break room. You barely looked up from your phone, your mind buzzing with thoughts of the previous evening. "I think we should be able to release him soon."

"Good," said Stella. "I trust that there haven't been any hiccups in the recovery process?"

You felt Typhus's hazel gaze on you, hot and intimidating. "He tried to escape once," you said, your face heating up. "It was just me there." You felt Typhus look down. "He tried to escape, and I managed to coax him back into the pool."

"Very good," Stella replied.

"And I can't imagine it's been easy on your wallet either," said Maya, quirking an eyebrow.

"...No," you replied, shuddering internally at the cost of all of the fish you had him try out. The money you'd come into had helped, but you still had to pay for housing, and your own food, and little treats from time to time.

"There's some rich parents in the picture," yawned the short man with a taper fade. "The merman'll be fine."

"We're going to need to release him," grunted Typhus, crossing his hands. "But maybe just two of us should do it. I wouldn't want us to all call out sick one day."

"I can do it," you piped up, "he's already at my place."

"No offense, but you're kind of..." Typhus stepped close to you, looking you up and down. "Hmm. You're not the strongest, is what I'm trying to say."

"I'm going to do it," you said, feeling a shiver run down your spine. "And you can come with me or not."

Taglist: @bispecsual@justeverythingnothingelse@bleedingichorhearts @nekotaetae@historitor-bookshelf

[raayllum]

Do you have any headcanons of callum being protective/considerate/thoughtful with rayla? I'm so in love with how gentle he was with her this season.

Callum planting flowers from the Silvergrove in the castle gardens as a surprise and then convincing her to take a 'moonlit' stroll with him one night once they're ready so he can show them off

It's non traditional but he knows the main reason she hates the water is because she always feels unsteady on her feet so he gets her a grip mat for the tub so she can feel more centered

Redoing her braid for her whenever it comes undone and stitching up little tears and frayed edges in her clothing/cloaks because he knows how to sew

On that note: getting her a new cloak because her old one is tattered and doing up the clasp for her / tugging her in close by the hood for nose and mouth kisses if he's not smiling too much

Him and Ezran collecting a whole bunch of things during the timeskip to save up to give to her so that the castle can feel like home

So many forehead kisses and just gentle hand squeezes. Three squeezes means "I love you" and he'll trace the words onto her back or side sometimes when they're just laying together

He definitely talked privately to Opeli (and probably the guards) after the 5x01 throne room debacle and gave them a piece of his mind / new protocol to follow when it comes to them being concerned about Rayla's actions (ficlet here)

For that matter: absolute death glares to anyone who gives her a hard time at the castle / any diplomatic function (and probably almost causes a political incident or two over it)

Him murmuring the sappy love poetry he's read in her ear even when she rolls he eyes and can't quite hide her smile, working up his nerve to write personal poems of his own for her

Little things he did this season like being the one to handle the reigns of their mount the bulk of the time as soon as they started sharing because he knows she's not a morning person and is a light sleeper, so she holds onto his middle and he lets her doze for most of the day whenever he can

Requesting mints at inns they stay in that don't have any already / using magic to carve the soap into little shapes if they aren't that way to begin with and leaving them, once again, as little surprises for her to discover

If/when Rayla wants or needs time away from Stella (sparring perhaps) the cuddlemonkey is almost always with Callum and he makes sure she's cared for too. She's fussy about getting brushed and hard to pin down thanks to the six hands, so he'll usually help get her sitting still while Rayla does the actual grooming

Him using cooling spells for her when it's hot on summer nights (like in 4x07) and heating his hands to lay on her tummy when she gets period cramps

Normally he'd never throw his weight around as a prince, but he absolutely will on her behalf, whether it's getting something she wants from a servant tea/food wise or making sure they are treated well / have a nice place to stay while travelling

"It's none of your concern--" "It very much is her concern, and watch your tone."

Giving her his scarf whenever it's cold, of course

Making sure she's not overworking her bad wrist and giving little massages to that and her ankles when she's been doing a lot of jumps/movements that day, especially as they get older

His sketchbook is equally hers (even if she uses it far less often of course) and there's a few pages near the back designated for her to leave notes or doodles or whatever she wants when she's bored and/or he's not using it (he's very proud of how her drawing has improved)

Getting heavy duty enchanted blinds from Lux Aurea for her room so it can keep the sun out so she can sleep in / can give her room more of a twilight light quality so it can remind her of the Silvergrove (if she wants)

There are some meetings he can't get out of as crown prince but they're long and boring so he does his best to convince Rayla to go and spend her afternoon doing something she wants. (She usually stays for at least the first half anyway to support him and Ez)

Drawing memories and stories she tells him about her family and then giving her the pages so she can hold onto / remember them

Rayla still having a hard time articulating how she's feeling sometimes and getting upset/angry/embarrassed when it comes out wrong, so he takes her hand and gets her to take a steadying breath and start over with a gentle "Try again. What are you meaning to say?" if she says something obtuse/that comes out wrong

Ofc taking care of her when she's sick no matter how disgruntled or snotty she gets and reading to her quietly/stroking her hair until she falls asleep

Taking her to his favourite places in the castle/kingdom/Pentarchy for dates and private times to hang out alone, insisting on carrying their picnic basket because he's a Prince, Rayla, and chivalry isn't dead

Callum working very hard to learn traditional Moonshadow elf (no matter how much she teases him for his pronunciation) so he can use it to propose to her

[aroaceleovaldez]

okay outside of the retcons and continuity errors in TSATS, I think the main part that bugs me is how much the book seems to infantilize Nico, particularly relating to his relationship with Will. Especially because the book seems to remember and then forget again that Nico is autistic only when it’s convenient to infantilize him further.

Nico is randomly nerfed and basically helpless at literally everything the entire book. There is not a single fight EVER in the book that he actually fights without someone else very directly doing the work for him or actively helping him (usually LITERALLY holding his hand), save for that singular time where he sneak-attack kills the monster that just regenerated, but honestly that doesn’t really count as a fight. Or the aeternae, but they literally weren’t attacking him.

He’s in the underworld! He’s been dating Will for a year! How is he completely incapable of the simplest tasks? He tries to help Will - in the infirmary (is helpless at it), patch up his wounds (Will’s condition only worsens), put batteries in a sun lamp (he drops the batteries) - every time he manages to fuck up like he’s never done a single task in his life before. He runs away from every fight or someone else does the work for him because he’s randomly incapable of it for some random excuse. He completely loses several notable powers of his (only ever using one of his powers the entire book, and the only other reference to his powers is his shadow-travel which we don’t actually see) and acts like he’s physically incapable of them even though they logically should be the best answer for a particular situation (geokinesis! dream powers! influencing fear/nightmares! one-tap kill dissolve-you-to-bones! rip souls out of living people!) Yet Will randomly can do everything he can’t - generates two completely new powers to fight Nyx with (alongside bringing back an old power that got forgotten)! Plus a third (growing flowers/plants) that doesn’t even have anything done with it! Can pick the fruit from Persephone’s garden when Nico can’t (LITERALLY IN NICO’S OWN HOME)! Nico panicking? Soothes him without even trying. Will saves Nico in fights like five different times when he’s supposed to be the one with zero combat experience and explicitly isn’t a fighter (and doesn’t even have a weapon) and Nico’s the one who lived on his own as a rogue for three years! They’re in the Underworld, Nico’s home, and Will - WHILE ON DEATH’S DOORSTEP. LITERALLY. - is more powerful than him! For no reason! Nico is a Big 3 kid! He’s SUPPOSED to be extremely op! We don’t even see Nico speak to any true ghosts the entire book and they even acknowledge that he’s Ghost King!

And then on top of it all, the narrative keeps treating Nico as not knowing what’s best for himself and making Will always correct. Or making it so Will is the only one who is able to comfort Nico ever. And have Nico constantly refer to Will with almost exclusively babyish pet-names - “Night-light,” “Care bear” (when logically Nico shouldn’t even know anything about Care Bear lore?), even “sun therapy lamp” isn’t great. The constant “My little ball of darkness” also isn’t great? Like, if you establish that Nico’s extremely short, then it’s not as bad cause then it’s a height joke, but since the book never establishes that it just reads as more infantilizing.

I get they were trying to hype up Will for this book and let him have some action scenes so it wasn’t just Nico dragging him through the Underworld for 50 chapters while he does nothing but be emotional support. And Nico’s powers usually means he very often acts as an almost literal dues ex machina in a lot of plots. But you can still work with that without nerfing Nico so much, or completely infantilizing him! Just because Nico has trauma doesn’t mean he can’t be capable on his own, and that doesn’t have to negate him having people he leans on for support! These things can coexist!

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Oplita ask meme: 3, 13, 22, 25, 27, 34. Go wild, and I hope you feel better.

I am feeling better today thanks 😊

3) Elita initiates PDA more. She knows he’s a Prime and he needs to keep up ✨appearances✨ but sometimes she can’t help it! She’ll rub up against him or huh his arm. Optimus is not going to stop her, no matter how much Ratchet scolds them about it. Op will only really initiate hand holding. He’ll stand next to her until she grabs his hand instinctively.

13) I feel like Optimus likes to ask her if she’d like to go on a cruise with him. He’ll usually ask the night before so they can go early in the morning, before the sunrise. They talk on their coms while driving, enjoying the nice morning breeze and morning sun, usually Optimus has a place he’d like to show her, so where pretty or interesting he found. He gets excited when she gets to explore somewhere new. If Op is really really wants to make it special he probably goes there ahead of time to make it extra special. Elite’s breath is taken away, Op let’s on more charm than he lets on.

When they finally get back to base everyone is barely waking up (Except ratchet). Op is getting extra loved on.

Elita wants to out due him with date ideas but all she’s got is a relaxing day in the hab. Optimus is more than happy with this.

22) Elita give him words of affirmation. Always telling how good he is and stuff to get his confidence up. Her love language is also physical touch, as stated before she’s all over him.

Optimus love language is acts of love. If there is something he can do for her he’ll do it. Often times op will do the chores that were assigned to her around base. Yeah it not fair, but the more time she has the more time she has to spend with him. That also falls into his other love language, spending time with her. Quality time with the ones he loves is the most important thing to him. They are in a war and realistically he doesn’t know how much time he has.

25) “what’s there not to love?” -Elita.

Physically speaking, I mean he big. Big all over 🤭. But seriously tho, he’s kind and makes her feel safe. He is shy and you wouldn’t expect that if you barely met the guy. Especially cause he comes off as intimidating at first (she found it sexy.) but the goes away with the more time you spend with him and the team. He’s loving to a fault and cares a lot, though little bit too much overthinking. She likes how he treats the ones around him his faction having more of a family dynamic. They follow him out of respect and not not out of fear. He spends time with his team and tries to go the extra distance to show he cares. He’s a diff ent kind of prime for sure. He’s got his issues but his dedication to trying better himself is well… incredible attractive.

Optimus knew exactly who she was when he first saw Elita. It’s his old fling Ariel from his time of being Orion pax. They were going steady until he became a prime. Then it was like she disappeared and he could never seem to seek her out again. Time has not betrayed her. She’s still beautiful, more so now. Despite everything she never lost her spark or her wit. But she’s gained her skill as warriors. She incredibly strong and not someone you want to throw down with.

“Yes, incredible is the best word to describe her.” -Prime

The love she has shown him has been more than he thinks he deserves. Always touching him, it makes him feel like he’s floating. He’s glad they were able to reconnect.

27) “We’re not CRAZY!! Only the bedroom will do.” -Elita. She seems to frequently forget they have done it during their little dates. Almost every time.

34) things get scary and real often. Almost dying, getting hurt, the rest of the team getting hurt. Lucky Optimus hasn’t had to deal with Elita getting injured badly, yet. But Optimus is a magnetic for getting gravely injured or gored. Dating a prime is… uhh let’s just say very emotionally draining. Seeing him like that constantly is the worst. And Elita is is usually helpless to do anything, she is near by making sure not to get in the way of Ratchet. Bumblebee is the one that steps in to comfort Elita. The rest of the team does their best to comfort her too but Bumblebee will not leave her side. When she’s aloud to she won’t leave his side either. Ratchet will ask her to get things for him like an extra energon run, just to give her something to do.

Once Op is recovering and doing better she’s very quiet. It is very noticeable because she’s a chatterbox. Optimus can’t do much but apologize and try to be more careful next time. She’ll get over her grief but it doesn’t hurt less the next time it happens.

[because-of-a-friend]

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MASTERLIST

Hi guys, I’m back! Sorry I was gone for so long, I got so busy this past year, I thought I might have to retire this blog for good. But I’m going to try and make time for it, let’s hope it works out this time!

Disclaimer: It has been a LONG time since I’ve written ~anything~ so I am plenty rusty lol.

Thanks for the request anon! This is such a cute prompt! Hope I delivered! After this I’ll have four drafts left and then I can answer the requests in my inbox!

Warnings: Mentions injuries/illnesses, blood, let me know if I missed anything!

Word Count: 1k

Remember that gifs aren’t mine! If you like them, pls click through to show their OPs some love!

You have to laugh as Seungcheol loudly announces to Jeonghan that his head is hurting

You two have been going through this cycle since you were first hired a few months ago

At the beginning, Coups had an excuse to talk to you all the time

Since you were new to the team, he took point on explaining important info to you

What allergies the boys had

Previous injuries you needed to be aware of

Where they generally kept their first-aid supplies

But once you had it all down, there was no reason for him to talk to you on a daily basis

But by this point, Cheol had realized that he very much liked speaking to you

He felt that you two had connected well and wanted to get to know you more

But since you were on the med team, you were often quite busy seeing as there were thirteen members that were in constant need of check-ups, aid with different levels of injuries, and general everyday care to combat the strain they put on their bodies

You hardly ever had time to just speak to him

The only time you really could 

Was when you were treating him

So Seungcheol had started to come up with any excuse under the sun to come and talk to you

First he was constantly complaining that he must have sprained his wrist, or twisted his ankle or pulled a muscle

Then he was constantly getting stomache aches

After that he was getting rashes or little scratches

Now he was in a phase of faking headaches to come and talk to you about it

You knew all of his injuries were fake from the very beginning

He stopped cradling his first “sprained wrist” to tell Seungkwan off for being too loud

He ate full meals that the other boys ordered even when he had his “stomach aches��

You had started carrying around makeup wipes to clean off his supposed “scratches and rashes”

Someone complaining of a headache was a little harder to disprove though

But you were sure you’d catch him somehow

You had begun to enjoy playing this little game with him

As well as the time you got to spend with him because of it

“Well you don’t have a fever,” you tucked your thermometer back into your medical bag

Seungcheol sat in front of you with a pout on his face

“Are there any other symptoms?” you ask

Seungcheol dutifully shakes his head

“Well do you want a pain reliever? Or maybe I should tell them to send you home and rest?” you feel his forehead once more for good measure

“Oh...” he hesitates, “I don’t think it’s serious enough for either of those...”

You smile to yourself

It was quite cute to watch him fumble with trying to feign sickness without  exposing himself

“Well should we schedule an appointment with a neurologist to make sure this isn’t a problem?” you push him further

“No, you take care of me well enough” Seungcheol beams

“Well we have to find a solution eventually,” you sigh. “How’s your water intake? Or did you add anything new to your diet? Increase your screentime?”

“No, they just started out of nowhere,” Seungcheol shrugs innocently

“Well I suppose I can let you go for today but, if it happens again, I’m sending you to the doctor”

“[Y/N]!” one of the managers calls for you. “We need your help prepping supplies for the next concert.”

You give Cheol a bit of a smug look, knowing you’ve backed him into a corner with his latest fake sickness and then

You rush off to help

Seungcheol sighs as he watches you leave

He just lost another excuse to spend time with you

Later that evening Joshua watches with pure amusement as Seungcheol paces back and forth in the dorm 

“Should I say I think I have a sinus infection? Or maybe I could claim of frequent muscle spasms... I feel like constipation has to be my last move.”

“I feel like constipation is a never move,” Joshua interrupted. “Just tell [Y/N] that you like them.”

“I can’t do that, what if they don’t even like me?” Seungcheol complains

“Well then you have an answer and you can stop wasting both of your time,” Josh shrugs

“Wasting time,” Seungcheol repeats. “What if they really don’t like me and I’ve just been annoying [Y/N] this whole time?” 

He hates the feeling settling in the pit of his stomach

He begins to remember all the times you would shut him down as quick as possible 

Or when you would rush off to help someone else as soon as you were done exposing a fake injury of his

How you would sigh and roll your eyes before walking away

Apparently he failed to notice the playful look on your face as you did so

“What? I don’t think [Y/N] would put up with it if you were truly wasting their time,” Joshua protests

“No, I really should stop. It’s [Y/N]’s job and I should leave them alone to do it. Let’s just start getting ready for the concert tomorrow”

Seungcheol’s mood is noticably down for rehearsals the next day

The other boys are off because of it and they’re trying all they can to cheer him up

You notice as well and begin to wonder if Seungcheol is genuinely sick for once 

And then you feel really worried because he usually would use any excuse to come speak to you but he’s not even trying to mention what’s obviously bothering him

“Are you feeling alright?” you corner him, once again pressing a hand to his forehead

“I am, just worried about this performance,” Cheol reaches up to grab your hand, his thumb pressing into your palm as he pulls it away from his head

Then he just walks off

You feel really uneasy about the concert

Everyone else does too

Seungcheol may not be exhibiting any symptoms of sickness but it’s obvious he’s distracted and not ready to perform

Anxieties rise throughout the day but quickly stave off as the concert begins

As usual, Seventeen pulls through and the concert goes well

Even with Cheol somewhat distracted 

But the good feelings end as quickly as they begin

When Cheol falls during a song 

At first it looks like just a simple stumble

But as your watching the big screen, you see the horrified expression form on Seungkwan’s face as he looks down at his leader

You rush to the side of the stage as the other members help him off

They set him down on a chair in front of you and run back off to do crowd control

You quickly see why Seungkwan had seemed so disturbed

When Cheol had tripped, he had fallen against one of the stage props and scraped up his shin

The wound didn’t seem deep but it was large and producing plenty of blood

Coups feels terrible

Not even 24 hours after he decided to leave you alone

And here is a situation where you have to be with him

He can’t even think of his injury

He can only think of how he’s going to apologize and get out of your hair

He’s tested ten different apologies in his head before he actually looks at you

Your hands are gentle as you clean the blood and sanitize the wound

Cheol notices how you hesitate everytime you rub the disinfectant over his leg, seeing if it’ll cause him pain or not 

There is a time where it does sting and he sucks in his breath

You look up at him and Cheol’s heart clenches

You look so worried

Your eyebrows are furrowed and there’s sweat on your forehead 

“Does it hurt a lot? I promise I’m almost done” you say 

Your voice is so genuine and kind

Cheol has to stop himself from grinning at how sweet and caring you’re being

“I’m ok, do what you need to do”

You wrap the bandages carefully once the wound is clean, even going back over where you feel you didn’t do a good enough job

“Does that feel ok?” you stand and put a hand on his shoulder, indicating with your other hand that he should move his leg and test the wrappings

He nods, “Thank you”

Then he gets up and heads towards the stage

“Woah,” you stop him with a hand on his chest, “where are you going?”

 He grabs your hand the same way, a thumb pressed to your palm, but he doesn’t move it away from him this time

“Back out,” he gives you the smile he uses when he wants something

“You can’t go back out there,” you insist, hoping he can’t feel how warm you’re getting while he holds your hand

“It would be best for the fans to see that I’m ok,” Cheol says more seriously this time

You think it over

“...You’ll have to sit in a chair for the rest of the performance,” you insist

“I’ll accept that with my own condition,” Cheol is beaming at you again

“And what would that be?” you laugh

“I take you to dinner after”

Before you can respond, he pulls you towards him, kisses your cheek, and runs off onto the stage with a chair

And your hand flies to your own forehead to check your tempertature

[bamgyw]

hi my dear, I recommended your au to two friends and they are obsessed just like me! I was talking to one of them about soobin and now I'm thinking about something... what did yn's father do to make soobin not talk to her like that anymore... like they didn't know each other... he even treated her like if it was something sinful (that's what I think from the way he talks about her with beomgyu) it even seems like something that was contaminated by her father…

i’m going insane thinking about it

(right so i've discussed this with op on private chat first because i wasn't sure what they meant. but now i do, so i can answer properly)

so this is the bit you're referring to;

"when daddy found out, he locked himself into the master bedroom with soobin one morning and didn't let him go until the sun began to hide.

soobin left that room broken and dead in life, just like his mom, but he didn't have one single bruise. maybe daddy really was god, after all. soobin never spoke to you again."

and guess what. I'M NEVER GONNA FUCKING TELL YOU WHAT HAPPENED. i know what i think happened. but the feeling is much more powerful if i leave it for you to imagine.

so there you go.

[mlmxreader]

A Friend In Need | platonic!David “Hesh” Walker x m!reader

@tokillamockingbird427 asked: What's this? First ask? Indeed. 

Hesh+Reader (Platonic, bffs.) for “A moment of peace in a war that never ends”(Sabaton lyric) + “Can you just sit with me for a bit?” (Dialogue prompt)

Just have them chillin' and relaxing and NOT DYING. FLUFF. PLS. Just let them enjoy some peace/time off between ops. Give them a luxury like chocolate or coffee to enjoy as a treat. A bit of cuddling never killed nobody.

If you need emotonal horror/angst then set it post-Luxor (Where Elias dies.) and pre-Final Assault/Beach. 

(Fun fact, there's literally a week between the two. Seven days.)

Maybe that's where Hesh gets the coffee/chocolate, people feel bad his dad just fuckin' died and give him a bit of consolation. You could do a fun ditty about the horrors+cost of war. 

("fun", hah)

summary: Hesh is a fucking wreck, which is understandable, but at least he’s got a friend there who will help him pick up the pieces and tidy up when he needs it. 

tws: death, war, swearing, grief 

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You were uneasy as you sat beside Hesh, not really sure what you could say outside of the words he had heard dozens of times already, you scratched at your eyebrow as you hummed softly and cleared your throat; you couldn’t think of anything to say to him. Lighting a cigarette, you passed one to him, and you could see the way that his hands shook and how his gaze was far from focused; he just sat there, staring out at the river. At the murky olive waters. His cheeks stained with tears that he tried to hide, he hadn’t spoken to anyone since the day it happened. You couldn’t blame him. 

He just stared out at the river. He had scars that you couldn’t see, and you didn’t want him to expose them to the sunlight. He brought the cigarette to his lips, and took a long drag. He said nothing. There was nothing to be said, not really, at least nothing that had not been said dozens of times before. You bit at the inside of your lip, tearing the flesh until it bled, trying to think of what you could possibly say; but when you got up to grab the coffee you had left on a nearby rock, he finally spoke. His voice was jagged and hoarse, a mere mumble beneath his breath. He didn’t even look at you. 

“Can you just sit with me for a bit?”

You nodded. “Just let me grab my flask, and I’ll be there.”

He didn’t move when you grabbed the flask, didn’t even make a move to rest his head on your shoulder like he usually did when you sat down beside him, balancing the flask on the sloping dirt. You thought about holding him, but decided against it as you sighed and poured some coffee into the lid, shoving it into his hand; at least you could make sure that he drank something. At least you could make sure that he wasn’t dehydrated.

The tall and thick trees were enough to make sure that he was in the shade, the sun wouldn’t get to him too much; you looked at the rope hanging from one of them, and you smiled. It had been Hesh’s idea a while ago. He thought it was a good idea, easier to cross the river. It hadn’t been used since… that didn’t matter. 

You cleared your throat again, wondering if there was even just a single word that you could have said to make him know that you were there. Slowly, like you were about to try and touch an injured wild animal, you reached out and put your hand on his shoulder. “Elias was a great man, he’d be proud of you… I know everyone’s already told you this a million times, but… he would be.”

Hesh didn’t even move, just sighing as he sniffled. His bottom lip trembling as he took in a shaky breath, nearly shuddering. He whimpered, falling into you; he wrapped his arms around you tightly, shaking his head as he finally allowed himself to let go. To break. To let go of all his training, and to be human for a moment; clinging onto you like a scared child as he whimpered and sobbed against you. Tears and snot staining your shirt. 

You shook your head as you looked up at the sky, cursing Elias for leaving Hesh all alone; the nature of warfare was a brutal and bloody one, you knew that much. Fathers and sons were sent to die by the lead and the poison gas. Young men screaming for their mothers and fathers as they were torn apart by bullets and barbed wire, all for a few feet of land that belonged to no one.

The smell of charcoal just about overpowering the stench of pineapple and pepper. You scratched at your forehead as you sighed heavily. It wasn’t like you could bring Elias back, you knew that much, but… but Hesh needed you. He needed a friend. 

You hushed him quietly, rubbing his back as you tossed your cigarette into the river; you pulled him onto your lap, slowly rocking him as you held him there. You closed your eyes, a few tears slipping past as you wished, you fucking wished, that you could do more for him. Supposed being there was better than ignoring him and letting him sort himself out; he needed a friend. 

“Alright, matey,” you said softly, quietly as you put your hand on the back of his head to keep him pressed to your body. “We got a moment of peace in a war that never ends… I got you, you can fall apart.”

Hesh sniffled, wiping snot and tears against you as he nodded; he just needed time to fall apart. He needed a moment to actually allow himself to break, not to just bottle it all up and carry on like everything was fine; he only wished that Logan would never see him like that.

Logan didn’t need to know that his older brother was an absolute mess; it was the job of an older brother to look after the younger one. Hesh couldn’t let Logan see him like that. 

You cradled him in your arms until he was ready to break away from you, nodding curtly; he didn’t need to say it, you already knew when you nodded back and gently stroked his cheek. He couldn’t say it, but he was more than grateful that in his worst moment, in the worst possible time that he could have been in, he had a friend.

A brother in arms. 

“Have some coffee,” you told him quietly. “You’ll get dehydrated, otherwise, you ain’t drank or ate nothing all day… if you need it, as well, I got some chocolate in my coat - I can go grab it.”

Hesh nodded, getting off of your lap and nursing some of the coffee as you went to fetch your coat and the few bars of chocolate that you had; he was a mess, that much was true, but there was someone there to help him tidy up a little when he needed it most.

He had a friend. 

[x-heesy]

All these pussy

All these pussy

All these pussy looking dumb up in this bitch

When I run up in this bitch

I got guns up on me

Banshee haunt em, from the dungeons out the crypts

Start a rumble in this bitch

Broken knuckles, get the blood up off me

Pullup on em

All these pussy looking dumb up in this bitch

When I run up in this bitch

I got guns up on me

Banshee haunt em, from the dungeons out the crypts

Start a rumble in this bitch

Broken knuckles, get the blood up off me

I let my fangs drain 'em, venom through his gang's brain

Pussy fuck around, i spin your block and let my nuts hang

Wicked bloodline, leaking from the main veins

Ducking outta cover, hit my shots and make em vacate

Went and told my mama Imma blow up

Dropping like atomic, walk the earth survive the roaches

Talking like da locust do, warlock with the potions

Sacred broken silhouettes, no angels where it's hopeless

Heart been frozen in this bitch

Termites in the walls, I'm rotten, broken out the crypts

Keep my fangs up

I been smokin out the zip

Hoppin up out the cut, with couple angels on my dick

For the paystubs

Lord ghost, night crawling out the tundra

Body snatcher from the dungeons, in the gallows with the ghosts, bitch

Bank is full of hexes, stashing mud up like no other

If he stand up in the way I bleed em down and break his bones

Got up out the archives, candyflipping hard drives

Lucy in the vile, I up the dose jus like I drop five

Hyper realigned, opened wide I'm seeing star signs

Hybrids on the buffer, flip the scope just like a carbine

Woah

Double cup, sippin heavy, talkin funny

Woah

Zombie walkin, knock em often, armed and deadly

Woah

Whispers in my concious, leave em snot nosed

Now Four Fifty hit the shots that let my ops know

Fall back

All these pussy looking dumb up in this bitch

When I run up in this bitch

I got guns up on me

Banshee haunt em, from the dungeons out the crypts

Start a rumble in this bitch

Broken knuckles, get the blood up off me

Pullup on em

All these pussy looking dumb up in this bitch

When I run up in this bitch

I got guns up on me

Banshee haunt em, from the dungeons out the crypts

Start a rumble in this bitch

Broken knuckles, get the blood up off me

BLECH

When I run up in this bitch

Out the jungle, I'm an ape, boy

Mark em with the switch uh

Aye

From the dungeons, out the crypts

Snatching bodies like a wraith, boy

Glocky make em flip like

Aye

I turned my shawty from a club to a Hills bitch

New Balenci' when she walking, make her heels click

Big Glocks up in my pocket when I'm cold

I got scopes up on my body like a visionary

Predatory, devil dog militia out the cemetery

40 spit obituaries, haunt em, rot his Sanctuary

We out the ground, my demons crawl up out his pockets

Psycho trick em out his treats

I shake em down and leave his costume buried

Flip bodies, big stitches on my wrists now

My shawty gutter born, she move her Glock to sit down

Big mouths, fuck it

Bullets hit em make em spin round

Trigger finger itchin, body twitchin leave em six down

Pullup pistol grippin, don't miss

I never flinch, I hack the system knock his skull no assist

I snatch his soul and watch em sink down

Knock his ribs out, he on slick ground

Flip pounds, I don't switch plugs

I got big rounds

Swerved out

Fuck around, he out the burbs now

Loud up on the net, but when we pull up he a church mouse

Family merched up, yeah I got it out the dirt

Got my bully's out the County, all my brothers put in work now

Aye

All these pussy looking dumb up in this bitch

When I run up in this bitch

I got guns up on me

Banshee haunt em, from the dungeons out the crypts

Start a rumble in this bitch

Broken knuckles, get the blood up off me

Pullup on em

All these pussy looking dumb up in this bitch

When I run up in this bitch

I got guns up on me

Banshee haunt em, from the dungeons out the crypts

Start a rumble in this bitch

Broken knuckles, get the blood up off me

Eyuchh

The sky may break & fall when the masses overpower the sun

This is the truest sense of unified destruction

Fueling such a plague is a bounty of vegetation

Following unusually heavy rains, growth, and abundance

All new living food growth means,

The landscape can support a huge number of rapidly feeding

Insects and creatures that thrive in the dark

Together, we swarm

LOCUST EFFECT by Witchouse 40k 🎵

[citadelofmythoughts]

Yang is allowed to have a romantic relationship with Blake and let’s be real if Yang or Blake were a dude no one would say this. Also like op pointed out they don’t like Yang is getting in the way of Sun getting Blake so they’ll just act like Yang is a bad sister when they know full well she isn’t. Or Blake is a bitch for not returning Sun’s feelings because that’s all women are to them trophies for the male love interest to conquer. It’s why I wish Sun wasn’t in vacuo. Plus you already see sun fans saying he should be mad at Blake for choosing Yang over him.

Like I’m sorry you missed the writers saying if they see fans thinking they’re going in a different direction than they are they will make it clearer in the show. So Sun shutting down Neptune about romance and multiple characters pointing out mutual romantic feelings between the bees should’ve been the hint that bees were going to be canon not bla/cksun.

People are allowed to dislike a ship.

*BUT* if you're deliberately distorting what is LITERALLY HAPPENING in the show I know that you're acting in bad faith. You don't care about Ruby's well-being. You just hate the CANON wlw relationship and you're perfectly willing to treat one of the sweetest sibling relationships I've ever seen as something terrible.

"Yang is a bad sister" has been disproven time and again by her actions and Ruby's own words.

As far as S/un goes. Look, Blake *might* have had a little crush on him at one point in time. But she's canonically bisexual she's allowed to fall for someone else. That's not her being a "bitch" nor is it "bad writing" it's a realistic scenario that happens every day.

In fact, even if I'm not always his biggest fan, acting like Blake owed him a relationship is a disservice to his character. He's not perfect but he's better than that.

Yang loves Blake, Blake loves Yang. No amount of bad-faith arguments is gonna change that.

[raayllum]

There's a chessboard in his dreams.

It doesn't show up often, but Ezran's dreams—or nightmares, he supposes, in this case—have always been reoccurring and strange. They're just more vivid and more violent, now that Aaravos is out. (Everything is worse now that Aaravos is out, now that Runaan is out, but Ezran doesn't blame his brother for either of them. He's not angry. Really.)

The chessboard isn't the one he grew up playing, coaxing his brother and dad and Claudia into games, the pieces painstakingly hand etched and with only the white ones painted. These ones are glossy, almost like glass, each piece having a perfect mirrored reflection of each other, like light and shadow.

And they're not knights or rooks either—but they are pawns.

The inside of the prison reflects the chess board, too, the glossy inside of a pearl even though it'd been smashed to pieces. It's what convinces him that this isn't real, that it's just a dream. (It can't be real. He won't let it be real.)

"Ah, King Ezran," Aaravos greets, seated in one chair behind the white set pieces. White always moves first—which makes sense. This game started centuries before Ezran was born. "How nice of you to join me."

Not that any of them have much of a choice, but Ezran takes a seat and grits his teeth. His crown always feels heavier here, even before he sees the way Aaravos picks up his pint-sized Callum and twirls him between his fingers.

"Are you and your dear brother fighting again?"

Yes, but—"Put him down," Ez growls out.

Aaravos raises a brow, but sets the game piece down on one of the white squares, next to a matching Rayla piece. "Not in the mood for games today, are you?" The Startouch elf steeples his fingers together, and nudges one of his frontline pieces forward across the board.

Then it's Ezran's turn, and he knows there's no point in delaying the inevitable, as he picks which piece to move forward.

The chessboard itself Ezran of the war maps he's been looking at lately, moving troops and people—sending his brother and their best friend off to dangerous locations, because they don't have a choice if they want to stop Aaravos and his corrupted Sun army. Ezran, as king, having to treat those he loves most like pawns.

"Your brother wouldn't sacrifice you for anything," Aaravos croons, once they're halfway through. Ezran's temple pounds, his figure of Aunt Amaya having already felled. His piece of Prince Karim is backed into a corner with nowhere to go; Aaravos has lost only small figures on his end—Opeli, Corvus, Barius—pieces he was never that interested in controlling in the first place. "How sad you can't say the same."

"Shut up!" Ezran snaps, because how dare anyone insinuate he doesn't love his brother? Because he does—no matter what, Ezran loves his brother—but he just doesn't love the way Callum does. His brother never does anything halfway; not magic or his fiery temper or his fiercely protective nature. He loves like an explosion, a super nova, a tidal wave.

Ezran has never loved like that. It's not in his nature. It's what makes him a good (miserable) king.

Ezran slams a piece down, not really looking, but knows in an instant he's made a mistake, because Aaravos grins, wide and sharp, like a cat about to eat a canary.

"Hm, not your best, little king," he says, and bumps a glossy monster-pawn up to where Callum lies. "Checkmate."

Ezran wakes up, clammy and hoarse, his throat tight and heart racing. Bait grunts from somewhere near his hip, the glow toad still asleep, and Ezran is careful not to touch him lest he wake him, and stares at the ceiling of his war tent instead.

He exhales, slowly, and gets out of bed to wash his face.

Tomorrow, he will be thirteen years old. He will give speeches at the crack of dawn and command troops and he and his brother, who's acting as one of his generals, will try and muddle through a conversation without arguing.

Ezran scrubs at his eyes and can't quite fight back the tears. But for tonight, in the privacy of the dark, he can be a little boy who's tired of losing.

He's so tired of losing.

[cheemken]

Have some more Unova kids hcs bc why not the brainrot is real

•okay but fr tho "*didn't ask for pickles but is too shy to tell the server*" w Hilbert, Bianca, and N, and "excuse me, but they asked for no pickles" w Hilda, Iris, and Cheren

•they would play every co op game under the sun, I just know it, that's how Iris got her love of fps games cause she gets to play it w her friends

•they def play pkmn unite tho

-tho when they do play unite, the others always separate Iris and Hilbert as the two are like pros, so it's always three on one side and three on the other when they do a pvp tournament w each other

-usual teams are Hilda, Cheren, and Iris, and then N, Hilbert, and Bianca

-surprisingly enough, N is good at that game, and got every pkmn at least the green ribbon bc he wanted every one of his friends to have one

-Zoroark got a gold ribbon tho let's be real, he only ever uses Zoroark in that game it's insane

•as much as the others tease Cheren that he's like a teacher now, they do actually listen to his lectures, and would oftentimes hang out in his gym whenever they're free

-whenever he's not around, the others would always tell his students how cool and strong he is, and the kids would be so amazed bc ofc, the two Heroes and the Champion looking up to their teacher? Their Gym Leader? Ofc they'd eat that up, and they'd listen more to Cheren cause they wanna be strong like him now too

•Iris and N having that solidarity that they never had much friends, or rather didn't really have friends, when they were younger and the Nuvema kids mean so much to them bc it's the first ever friend group they had

-and really the first friend group that doesn't make fun of anything abt them and how odd they are

•Iris is that rich friend let's be real, she's Champion and her grandpa is the mayor of a city, ofc she'd have that money, and she'd just spend most of it buying lil gifts for her friends, usually Dragon themed stuff, or things that she thinks they'll like

-shes the one that goes all out during their birthdays and Christmas, saying how she's only getting the best for her friends

•N is staying w Alder now, as the others didn't just want him to fly around Unova or stay inside Plasma's old castle, and hey they all wanted to let N stay w em, but N decided to just stay w Alder instead and Alder was more than happy

-he also helps Alder in teaching the kids more abt Pokémon, it makes him happy how patient the children are and how understanding they are when it comes to their partner pkmn

-it makes him miss his own Pokémon sometimes, but he knows they're happy wherever they are

•altho Bianca would often say she's the weakest of the bunch, she's actually a really capable trainer that she got to the semi finals in the PWT

-the others did help her train, as they didn't want her getting hurt while running errands or doing research stuff

-yknow what, Bianca's Serperior deserves to have Contrary, so hey her Serperior's ability is now Contrary, as a treat

-bonus tho, Hilbert's Emboar has Reckless as an ability

•Zekrom, Reshiram, and even Kyurem would listen to Cheren, Bianca, and N's commands

-pls ur honour they trust each other so much that even their legendary pkmn would listen to the ones that aren't even their actual trainers

•Hilda and Hilbert could impersonate each other really well when they were younger, ofc now they have different body types they couldn't anymore, but they could still somewhat mimic each others voices that it honest to god still scares Cheren

-Cheren had told N and Iris that the twins always did that back then to mess w them, and "it seems you two didn't grow out of it."

"oh cmon, Cheren, it's fun!"

"you say it's fun because you two can mess with people online with it."

"yeah no shit—"

[myveryownfanfiction]

Rickmas day 7!

prompt: Hot Drinks & Sweet Treats

warnings: drinking, swearing

AN: Word of advice from someone who has worked con’s and had to deal with the fallout when someone says no, never ever do this. It won’t happen. Trust me. But this is fiction so I’m going to indulge.

I stood in line nervously. I wasn’t dressed up like everyone else. All I had was a tshirt with doctor Lazarus on it. And the photo in my hand of Alexander Dane in a production of Hamlet. I wouldn’t let anyone see it as they were all pushing and shoving, excited to meet the doctor Lazarus. I rolled my eyes at the group of men in front of me.

“He’s not going to say it.” I muttered under my breath, causing the shorter of the three men to turn around and give me a dirty look. I smiled and wiggled my fingers at him just as his attention was snapped back to the picture he had being ripped out of his hand. I covered my mouth and tried to stop the laugh from escaping.

“Alright get a move on.” The handler standing behind him forced the group of men to step aside and move onto Gwen DiMarco. She caught my eye and rolled hers, causing me to quietly laugh. She smiled and gave her attention back to the group in front of her. “Next?” I have the handler a small apologetic smile and held out my picture for Alexander Dane to take. He took it and looked up at me, his expression clearly bored.

“I won’t write that stupid line so don’t even ask.” He said as he waited for my name. I shook my head.

“I wouldn’t expect you to.” I pointed at the picture. “Maybe something from hamlet?” His gaze followed my finger and his eyebrows rose. “My names (Y/N) by the way.” He looked back up at me in shock and I smiled awkwardly.

“This is a bit advanced for a sci-fi fan isn’t it?” He asked, his tone both testing me and teasing me. I nodded.

“well it would be if I was a sci-fi fan first but I studied Shakespeare before I heard about this.” Nerves starting to get the better of me, I started to fidget with my fingers. Between his stare and the handler looking like he could strangle Dane, I felt like all eyes were on me. “I actually saw that performance with a friend. They waited by the stage door. I didn’t.” Alexander looked up at me again, stopping short on the line he was writing.

“too tired?” He asked, the bored tone returning. I shook my head and held up my shaking hand.

“Too nervous. Anxious. Whatever you wanna call it.” I shrugged, trying to make light of the situation. His features changed and I couldn’t tell if it was sympathy or understanding. “This is weird but do you want to grab a drink later?” There was a ghost of a smile on his face as he handed back my picture.

“You know what? Sure. Meet me at the hotel lobby at…” he turned around and looked at the handler. “What time is this over?”

“Eight.” The handler was giving him a dirty look and looked like he wanted to shove me out of the line at that moment. Alexander turned back to me.

“Then lobby at eight thirty?” I nodded in agreement and took my picture back with a smile.

“Sounds like a plan. Thanks again.” I waved as I walked away. When I rounded a corner, I slid into the wall and down it. I fumbled with my backpack to pull out the plastic protector to slide the picture into. Once I had it in, I looked at what he had written. ‘Doubt thou the stars are fire, Doubt that the sun doth move, Doubt truth to be a liar, But never doubt I love.’ A small gasp escaped me as I read over the lines again. I quickly pulled out my phone, snapped a picture of it and sent it to my friend. Then I carefully put the picture into my backpack. Pulling myself together, I hurried off to my photo op with Gwen DiMarco. As I was putting the photo op away, my phone went off. I pulled it out and moved to the wall so I could see.

(Y/F/N): Is that what I think it is? Tell me that’s not the line I think it is. Me: one of hamlets love letters to Ophelia? Yeah it is. (Y/F/N): what the hell?! I mean congrats but wow. Of all the things to write…

Me: believe me I know. AND and we’re having drinks tonight. I worked up the courage to ask him. (Y/F/N): oh for fucks same (Y/N)! You’ll have a panic attack! Either way good luck. You deserve any fun you have tonight. Stay safe.

Laughing, I sent a thumbs up emoji and a heart before pocketing my phone again. I spent the rest of the day wandering around the convention, buying a few pieces of merch before heading out into the hotel. I went back up to my room to wash up and change my shirt. I was just finishing up when my alarm went off. I had five minutes to get to the lobby. Making sure I had my wallet and my phone, I left the room and headed down. I spotted Alexander Dane across the room, now without the headpiece. I eagerly walked over.

“Hello again sir.” I said as I came up next to him. He turned to look at me and smiled.

“Hello. (Y/N) right?” I nodded and he offered his arm for me to take. I put my hand in the crook of his elbow and followed his lead. “You can call me Alexander by the way. I never did like the knighthood or the formalities.” I nodded and smiled over at him. Someone who I assumed to be his agent called out for him. Rolling his eyes, Alexander turned to acknowledge him.

“Where on earth are you going?” Alexander turned back around and started walking off again.

“To see if there’s a pub!” He called over his shoulder. I laughed, making him smile over at me. We went across the street to a bar that had been decked out for the holidays. Looking around, I winced slightly at the overly cheery room. “Well I guess it brings in money.” I nodded and we took a seat at a booth as far back as we could. I immediately looked at the menu and played with the edge of the laminated piece of paper. “You doing ok?” I looked up and caught his eye.

“I…what?” Alexander chuckled and gently lowered the menu I was hiding behind.

“are you doing ok? Nerves. Anxiety. Whatever you call it.” He waved his hand and our earlier conversation came back to me. I nodded with a relieved smile.

“Yeah. Just convention overload.” I looked around the thankfully empty bar. “Lots of people. Lots of excitement. Lots of reasons for my anxiety to flare up.” I chuckled humorlessly. “But I’m alright.” He nodded as a waitress came over to take our orders. Alexander looked at me expectantly. “Uh hi. Can I please get a virgin hot chocolate? With extra marshmallows?” The waitress nodded and wrote down my order then turned to Alexander. It was clear she didn’t recognize him and the tension in his shoulders left.

“I’d like an eggnog. Not virgin.” He smiled over at me before handing over the menus. “And some holiday cookies.” The waitress nodded, took the menus and headed off to the bar. “A virgin hot chocolate?” Alexander asked, smile spreading across his face. I shrugged.

“I don’t live too far from here.” I picked at my sleeve. “I actually drove myself to the convention. Didn’t think it was wise to drink and drive.” Alexander tutted and my eyes were drawn back up to his face.

“You lie.” He pointed at me and chuckled.

“I do not!” I could tell he was in a much better mood than earlier.

“Me thinks you doth protest too much.” I started to laugh and shake my head. Alexander looked proud of himself. “There’s a hotel room key sticking out of your wallet.” He finally pointed out. I tensed and twisted around to see my wallet in my back pocket.

“Shit.” I muttered, shoving it further down. “Wait what were you doing looking back there?” I teased. Alexander shrugged and smirked at me, leaning back against the seat with an air of nonchalance.

“I’m allowed to look.” My cheeks tinted pink and I quickly looked back down at my sleeves. “So do you just not drink or is it something else?”

“Whatever happens tonight, good or bad, I want to remember it clearly. Not through a haze of alcohol.” I finally responded. “Anxiety or not, I make a fool of myself in the best of times. I don’t want that tonight.” Alexander smiled at me and nodded. Our drinks and cookies arrived at that moment. We nodded our thanks to the waitress and immediately descended on the cookies. “You’re in a better mood.” I pointed out after a while. Alexander nodded.

“You are the only person all day, no all weekend who hasn’t asked me to say that damn line.” He pointed out. I nodded. “Sure you wore the shirt but you let me be the actor I signed up to be rather than Doctor Lazarus. It felt nice.” He took a drink. “Feels nice.” I blushed and hid behind my cup. “You seem more relaxed.” I nodded.

“When I get comfortable around someone, I relax a bit more. And before you ask yes I am comfortable around you while still being highly nervous. Don’t ask.” I chuckled. Alexander nodded and raised his glass in a toast.

“To new friendships and normalcy.” I smiled and tapped my cup against his glass.

“To overcoming our shortfalls.” Alexander smiled and took a drink.

“Despite what they are.” I nodded. “So I take it you understood the quote.” I nodded again.

“A love letter from hamlet to Ophelia.” I said, taking a quick drink so I wouldn’t have to put my two cents into the quote.

“And?” I raised an eyebrow at him as he reached for another cookie.

“And?” I repeated. He nodded as he broke it apart, handing me half.

“And…what do you think?” I sighed as I started to play with the cookie. Part of me started to wonder if he handed it to me so I’d have something to do with my hands or if it was just him being kind.

“Hamlet loves Ophelia deeply. He’s telling her when nothing else makes sense, when she’s lost all hope in the world, his love will always be there. His love for her will burn forever.” I rattled off. Years of studying Shakespeare came out in a matter of seconds. Alexander listened intently, nodding along and smiling. “But what I don’t get is why you wrote it.” I finished, finally meeting his eyes again.

“I do love my fans. Truly. They just annoy me at times. As we know hamlet annoys Ophelia.” I giggled at that and he smiled knowingly at me. He shrugged. “And sometimes certain fans are more…lovely than others.” Alexander finished with a smirk. I rolled my eyes and took a drink to hide my blush.

“Yeah alright.” I teased. He shrugged and eat another cookie. “You think I’m lovely though?” Alexander nodded.

“the loveliest.” I chuckled and put my empty cup down.

“You’re pretty great yourself.” Alexander mock bowed as much as the table would allow, making me laugh again. I looked at my phone and sighed, noticing how late it was. “I’ve got to go. Early check out and a long drive home tomorrow.” Alexander stood up, throwing some money on the table before I could.

“My treat. Seriously.” I nodded as he escorted me back across the street. In the lobby, he tugged me into a corner and hugged me. “I’m glad we got to meet. Seriously. And I’m glad you asked me for a drink.” I smiled at him and nodded.

“I’m glad you took me up on it.” I couldn’t keep the happiness out of my voice. Alexander took my hands in his and a piece of paper was pressed into it.

“I hope to hear from you soon.” He whispered and then disappeared around the corner to the hotel rooms. I opened my hand to see the piece of paper with his number on it.

‘Though this be madness, there be method in’t. Call me. X’ I blushed hard as I held the paper close to my chest before scrambling to put it in my wallet. Once I returned to my room, I pulled it out again and put the number in my phone before slipping it behind the autograph I got from him earlier. Then I sent off a text.

Me: ‘you’re only given a little spark of madness. You mustn’t lose it.’

within seconds I got a reply.

Alexander: that’s not Shakespeare but maybe it’s the sugar cookies talking.