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spacehologramcollection · 3 years

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The Dad Batch Headcanons.

Two posts in one night. My god I am on a roll, this is where I disappear for the next few months and resurface again. I’m pretty sure this has been done before, pretty sure I’ve done a Clone Wars version. But because I’m on a Bad Batch Hype, may as well re-do the post! I cannot escape The Clone Wars, I will forever keep watching the first four seasons, and then pretend the last 3 didn’t happen. What’s order 66? Who’s this? Like all the Clones lived happily ever after, and they all found happiness.

Warnings: Fluff and swearing. I guess this is kind of an AU too? I probably re-read this quickly, but I’ve had a bottle of wine so like yeah. Headcanons below the cut. Unsure if this is OOC. Back from a huge hiatus and trying to get back into the swing of writing. I’m not that into Tech, so his is a lot shorter. Sorry guys!

· Wrecker: I agree with the general consensus this man would be a great dad. Super supportive and a fun dad. If his kids want to play sports, he’ll be at every match/event, he’ll be the loudest one there, and super supportive of them! If his kids want to do something like dance, chess or playing an instrument, he’ll still be supportive and the loudest one there! If is kids playing a violin, he’ll be shouting ‘ENCORE’ or something. Who the hell going to tell him to shut up? Nobody that’s who, the man is a behemoth! But saying that, even though he’s really huge, he’s super gentle. He’s always carrying his kids around on his shoulders. Not only because it’s fun and so they can see, but it’s also the safest place for them. He’s such a good dad and extremely fun. He’s definitely the softer parent, like you’ll have to be a bit stricter than him. But he cares deeply for his kids and he’ll always be proud of them. He loves taking them to the beach, if they want to be Yeeted into the sea, then he will yeet them. Will also build sandcastles. He’s also the best storyteller, why? Because he does the voices, and always has the best stories. If his kids want a tea party, then he’ll be there, on time and ready to drink the best imaginary tea. Also, he’d totally hand down Lula to his kids. Lula looked after him, now they can look after his children. Wrecker would want a huge family. He grew up with lots of brothers and has always felt happy with them. So, he would want his kids to grow up with the same kind of thing. His kids would have cousins as well. Lots and lots of cousins. Wrecker would create a warm, supportive, and fun environment for his kids to grow up in.

· Echo: Echo is a fairly chilled-out dad. He’s strict-ish but pretty fair. He’s super protective and proud as well. He’s really supportive and will help his kids with their homework. Always reads to them and makes sure they know their loved. He would also make sure that one of his kids was named, in some way, after Fives. He’ll always tell his kids about Uncle Fives and how he would have loved to have met them. Bit bittersweet for him. He’d be nervous when they were very young, because he only has one arm, and how can he hold them? His confidence comes with time. He teaches his kids not to judge and just wants them to feel loved and appreciated. He sets rules, but he’s not going to be super angry if they get broken, for a good reason. His kids are only a few minutes late home? It’s fine. He’d be the type of dad that would also just want to be kept in the loop. If they are going to be late, just let him know, or he will panic. This stems from what happened to him. He can’t BBQ for shit, but he does make the best cupcakes. If his kids are really into sport, he’ll go along to all the games, and make an effort to find out more about the sport. He wants to support them and if he has to read/watch more to understand it, then so be it! Type of dad to go to every recital, concert or play and be super proud. Takes loads of photos too. Why? So, when you’re old, and sat on your porch, you can look back and smile. Type of dad to be like ‘I can’t believe we made them!’ Echo is so soft and gentle and caring. He’d want maybe two kids. He feels having one, would mean they would be lonely. He, like all the other clones, grew up with brothers and loved them… most of the time! So, having two or three kids isn’t something he’d be opposed to.

· Hunter: Is shaped like a dad, is a dad. Has the WORST dad jokes, but always makes his kids smile and laugh. He’s fun but strict, he wants to keep his kids safe, and has rules to help with his. Nothing major, but curfew is important. Makes a point of having a family board game night. Which once a month, includes all of the uncles. It normally ends in chaos but it’s always fun. Hunter is also the king of BBQ and DIY. Everything in his kids’ bedrooms and outside, was DIYed and built by him. Every BBQ he dons the apron, and proudly takes up his spatula. Makes the best burgers. He’s really supportive of his kids as well no matter what they do. He likes sports and will help his kids train. But if his kids don’t want to play sports, that’s not a problem, he’ll still be supportive. He’ll listen to his kids practise their instrument, help them revise, get Tech or Echo in to help them with chess. Will let his kids win at any videogames. Because the smile they have on their face when they best their dad, melts his heart. Hunter would want a few kids, maybe two or three. Omega needs some brothers and sisters after all. Hunter would also take his kids camping and be really outdoorsy with them. He’d like to leave early in the morning, and then come back trailing fireflies in with them. Anything from fishing to archery. Ultimate dad.

· Crosshair: Crosshair never really thought about a family of his own. He has his brothers but never thought he’d have additions to that family. He’s a really unsure parent and doesn’t see himself as been emotionally available. He’s got issues that he would need to work through before settling down. He would mellow out and be a pretty good father. But he would panic in the run up to becoming a father. Would chew a thousand toothpicks in the run up to becoming a father, he’s nervous. He’d be a fairly reserved father. He’s not going to be emotionally distant, but it takes patience for him to open up to anyone. He’s really caring in his own way. But very unsure of himself. In a morning, will pretend to still be asleep, so his kids have to come wake him up, because he promised he’d teach them how to fire a rifle today. He’ll be there for his kids and be very protective of them. He’ll teach them to have good aim and that’s there way of bonding. Whether that be archery or something like clay pigeon shooting. If his kids win awards or trophies from competitions, he’ll be super proud. As his kids get older, he gets better with parenting. Parents evening with him will be intense. I honestly think his sense of humour and dryness may be inherited by his kids. Doesn’t do art. If his kids are into art, he’ll listen, but he has no idea what’s going on. That been said, will cherish anything they make for him. I feel Crosshair would probably have one child and would prefer to have a smaller family. He finds it hard to open up to a lot of people, and this would just suit him more… but wouldn’t be opposed to having a few more kids. Especially after seeing how amazing, they are. Would be a very smug father.

· Tech: Helicopter parent. He wants his kids to do well in life and to have a good life. He just wants the best for them. He’ll support them in all of their extracurricular activities. ‘Oh, that will look good on your Uni application!’ Takes parents evening so seriously. What do you mean they’ve been doodling in the back of their books? Will look into what art extracurriculars are offered. He wants them to do well and will support them. He’ll help them with their homework and finds it fun. If his kids are struggling with something, they know they can come to him without judgement. He’ll judge other people, but his kids are still learning, and he wants to impart his knowledge. He’s a wise old owl. His kids will inherit the smugness that he has. Tech is smart and smug, and so are his kids. He’ll make sure to read to them. Not fantasy books but educational books. If his kids want to do sports, then he’ll get Uncle Hunter and Wrecker in to help. He’d very accepting of his kids and what they want to do and will support them. Takes lots of photos of them to show to his brothers. ‘This is them graduating from Year One to Year two.’ He’s very proud, but he will receive a ‘Oh goody, more photos, that we’ve seen a thousand times before’ Will shed a single tear when they graduate. If they go to University, will ask them to send them slides from their lecture. Because he wants to learn too. Do not let this man teach his kids to drive. Do not do it. He cannot drive for shit. I can see Tech maybe having one or two children. He wants to devote as much time as possible to them, to help them succeed and help them achieve their dreams.

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tired-eyes-cold-as-ice · 3 years

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MERCER'S BOULANGERIE

Chapter VII. - Funny Man

Summary: Anxiety is a bitch. Alex owns a bakery and thinks he’s got everything he needs until a gorgeous skateboarder crashes into his life and turns his whole world upside down. A story full of sweet pastries, yearning, and a lot of sadness… with a happy ending of course. Read on AO3, 2.6k taglist in the reblogs <3 Chapter Warnings: none

By the end of the day, everyone and their mother knew about Alex’s new boyfriend (“He’s not my boyfriend, Julie, oh my God!”), and Alex was seriously considering homicide after Luke and Reggie kept interrupting their band rehearsal to pester him about this mysterious Willie. Alex knew it was just friendly banter, and that deep down his friends were happy for him, but that didn’t make their antics any less annoying.

Needless to say, the number of times his drumsticks accidentally went flying out of his hands while playing and vaguely in the direction of his bandmates was much higher than usual.

The following day, Julie ended up taking Alex up on his promise and took the day off, so it was just him and his pastries when Willie showed up. By the time he made it to the counter, Alex already had a cup of coffee ready for him, along with a packet of sugar. The delighted smile Willie gave him when he picked up his coffee and noticed the little smiley face Alex had doodled on it with slightly trembling fingers was one the baker wanted to remember forever.

Alex wasn’t even surprised when he found himself preparing a batch of rich mocha brownies with a coffee sugar glaze the next morning. His brain had been buzzing with excitement since the moment he woke up that day, eager to see the skater—who was slowly but surely invading all his dreams—again. Alex had even put a couple of slices of the day’s coffee-infused special aside to make sure he had some left for Willie in case the rest sold out.

Which is why he felt so crushed when closing time rolled around and Willie still hadn’t shown. Alex tried not to dwell on it too much, focusing instead on cleaning up and getting everything ready for the next day. As soon as it became clear Willie wasn't going to walk in through the door and dazzle him with one of his smiles, Alex sent Julie home early to have some time for himself while he closed up, desperately hoping the amount of work that needed to be done would be enough to distract him, but there was no use. His mind was restless and clouded by dark shadows.

Alex knew he was being unreasonable. Willie had a life, he was probably busy or maybe just didn’t feel like stopping for a coffee that day. He wasn't obligated to stop for a coffee and chat with Alex. Of course he wasn’t, why would he, why should he? They’d only known each other for a couple of days after all. There was no reason to feel as upset as he did and Alex knew that, but that didn’t stop his anxiety from invading his brain and forcing him to imagine only the worst-case scenarios.

He probably already got tired of you.

You scared him off.

He never wants to see you again.

No.

Alex found himself physically shaking his head in frustration, a desperate attempt to get rid of the lies his brain had been feeding him.

“Get a grip, Mercer,” he huffed out under his breath before throwing down the dishrag he had been using to dry off the last remaining load of dishes with a bit more force than necessary. The rag landed in the sink, splashing out warm soapy water and leaving Alex’s shirt drenched and spirit broken.

The baker couldn’t stop a pathetic whimper from escaping his throat.

After taking a few moments to compose himself, Alex dried himself off the best he could with some paper towels before shrugging on his jacket and leaving. On his way out, he grabbed the box of leftover pastries he’d put together earlier from under the counter, along with a smaller box containing the three lonely slices of his mocha brownies he’d saved. With a sad, quiet sigh, Alex locked up the bakery and started making his way down the street towards the music store, already looking forward to beating out his frustration on the drums.

They had been practicing seemingly non-stop this week since their gig on Saturday was quickly approaching and the band still wasn’t up to par. In a way, that only added to Alex’s current list of frustrations, but at least it provided a much-needed distraction. Plus, he had to admit he’d missed playing with the guys this often. While they were still in high school, their parents sometimes had to physically drag them out of their makeshift garage studio to make sure they ate and did their school work, but as they grew older and started building their lives, their music got pushed into the shadows.

Ever-present, but dormant.

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Alex winced at the unusually loud ding of the doorbell as he walked into the music store, pushing the door open with his shoulder after managing to press down the door handle with his elbow since his arms were full. Once safely inside, Alex gracelessly dumped the boxes on top of the counter by the door, barely noticing that Reggie wasn’t there to welcome him like every other day, and made his way over to the little seating area. He immediately flopped down face-first onto the bean bag chair and let out a groan muffled by the thick material of the bag.

He stayed like that for a couple of seconds before finally registering just how suspiciously quiet and empty the store was. Shooting up from his seat like he’d been burned, Alex looked around in panic, searching for any sign of Luke or Reggie. Distantly, he heard the sound of a familiar laugh, and soon after, the door in the back of the store that led to their studio space flew open, and his bandmates came stumbling into the store, howling with laughter like hyenas.

Alex stood there dumbfounded as he watched the scene unfold.

Reggie was being held up by Luke, tears streaming down his face as he cackled while Luke wheezed under him, arms wrapped around Reggie’s waist to make sure the bassist wouldn’t fall.

Alex briefly wondered whether he should be calling 911 when he noticed another person make their way into the store, giggling in a way that made Alex’s heart beat just a bit faster.

Luke was the first to notice him.

“Alex! Hey,” the guitarist yelped, still giggling slightly as he let go of Reggie to go greet the drummer. The bassist landed on the bean bag Alex had just been occupying moments ago with a soft thud, but he didn’t seem to mind too much as his body continued to shake with giggles.

“Alex, did you know that Willie is super funny?” came out of Reggie after a few tries since he couldn’t stop laughing before covering his face with his hands in an attempt to calm down.

Alex simply stared at him for a moment, still processing what the hell he was seeing, before shifting his gaze to the funny man himself.

Willie was leaning against the old piano in the corner a few feet away from them, quietly laughing to himself though he wasn’t nearly as far gone as the other two. His arms were crossed over his chest but his posture was relaxed. He looked so carefree and comfortable, like he was exactly in his element.

A section of his hair right above his left ear was braided, showing off Willie’s numerous gold piercings, but apart from that, his hair hung loose and free. He was wearing another tie-dye crop top, this one even shorter than the one Alex had seen the first time they met, and a pair of dark jeans, distressed as usual. There was a flannel tied around his waist and it took all of Alex’s willpower to pry his eyes away from Willie’s midsection and back to the skater’s face.

Any sadness or frustration Alex had been feeling completely vanished the moment he saw Willie’s elated smile when he finally lifted his head and made eye contact with the drummer.

“Hey, Alex.”

Willie’s voice was soft and delicate, weaving itself deep under Alex’s skin. For a moment, the world faded away, and it was just Alex and that gentle voice, filling his entire being with warmth he hadn’t felt in years.

“Hi,” the baker replied, barely a whisper as he slowly came back down to Earth. Once he remembered where he was, he quickly cleared his throat before speaking again, louder and much clearer this time. “Um, so what exactly is going on over here?” he asked, pointing his thumb in the direction of the bean bag where Luke was now lying on top of Reggie, the two taking turns shushing one another before ultimately breaking into a fit of giggles all over again.

Willie’s cheeks immediately took on a pink tint and he ran his fingers through the side of his hair that wasn’t braided, chuckling softly. “I was just telling them about this weird guy I used to work with and, uh… I guess I’m super funny.”

Alex snorted out a laugh, then quickly covered his mouth with his hand in embarrassment, turning away from Willie who was now full-on grinning.

“I just came by to check out some new vinyls but then we started talking and I guess we lost track of time. Luke and Reggie were just showing me the studio when we heard you come in,” Willie continued once Alex felt brave enough to look at him again. Then the skater's face dropped, expression going from excited to worried in an instant. “Wait, if you’re here… Aw, man, I was really hoping to stop by before you closed.”

Alex tried his best to ignore the way his heart swelled at Willie’s confession. There was nothing even remotely special about the statement itself but his eyes were like an open book, inviting Alex to see the true meaning behind his words.

All his worries from earlier came crashing back into his mind like a tidal wave, only to break apart on the rocky shores and recede back into the darkest depths of his anxiety—an ocean spanning across his entire unconsciousness, threatening to drown Alex if we ventured too deep. For once, Alex found himself in the shallow water that barely reached past his ankles, pulled ashore by the sunlight in Willie’s silent confirmation.

I wanted to stop by.

I wanted to see you.

Finding himself at a loss for words, the baker simply gave a quick, awkward nod in response, shoving his hands into the pockets of his denim jacket. Beside him, Luke finally rose back to his feet, pulling Reggie up with him, and Alex almost found himself feeling grateful for them meddling in his business.

Briefly.

A familiar arm wrapped itself around his shoulders as Luke pulled him into a weird side-hug, that patented shit-eating grin of his solidly in place, which immediately filled Alex with dread.

“Actually, we were just telling Willie about how cool of a drummer you are, Alex,” Luke said, poking Alex in the chest with his free hand and shooting Willie an extremely unsubtle wink while the skater giggled softly in the background.

Yep, there it was.

Any gratefulness Alex had been feeling was long gone as he tried to wriggle himself out of his friend’s grip, which only resulted in Luke squeezing his shoulders harder.

“He acts all shy but, man, you should see him behind the drums. The guy’s a beast!”

Alex finally managed to free himself from Luke’s grasp, staring at the still-grinning guitarist in horror before braving a glance in Willie’s direction. The skater was doing a very bad job of stifling a laugh and Alex would have almost found it adorable had he not been busy slowly dying out of embarrassment on the inside.

Suddenly, Reggie’s voice filled the room as the bassist threw himself at Luke from behind, though all his attention was on Willie. “You should totally come to our gig on Saturday! We can get you a ticket, right, Alex?”

The drummer simply stared back in disbelief.

Finally, Willie spoke up, pushing himself off the piano effortlessly. “I mean, I’d love to, yeah. When and where?”

Alex could feel Willie’s eyes on him and considering he had nothing left to lose after this trainwreck, he looked back. The skater had a small, amused smirk on his face, but he still regarded Alex in the same exact way that made the hundreds of butterfly wings in his stomach flutter.

Alright, so maybe all hope wasn’t lost just yet.

Feeling brave, Alex answered. “The Wilson Den, our set starts at around ten.”

He wasn’t expecting Willie’s expression to shift to one so unreadable so quickly. Alex immediately felt a wave of doubt and regret wash over him as the skater pursed his lips together for a moment, clearly lost in thought, before giving all three of them an apologetic smile.

“I, uh… sorry, I just realized I’ll be working that night, so…” the skater trailed off and Alex felt a pang of pain run through his core, but tried his best to hide his disappointment.

Reggie still must’ve noticed it somehow as he reached over to gently squeeze his arm in support before turning back to Willie. “Some other time, then?”

“Sure,” Willie smiled, though his expression remained unclear. After a couple of seconds of stifling silence, the skater cleared his throat and nodded his head towards the door. “Right, I should probably get going, don’t wanna be late for work and all that.”

Alex listened as both Luke and Reggie gave Willie their goodbyes and even managed to get a strained, quiet one out himself before turning his head to watch as the skater made his way out.

Once Willie was out of sight, Alex’s gaze shifted to the two pastry boxes left on the counter. The ocean in his brain grew restless once again, sending wave after wave of sadness and dejection to crash against the forefront of his mind and pull Alex back into the depths.

“Man, that really sucks, I’m sorry,” he heard Luke say somewhere in the distance before the guitarist wrapped an arm around his shoulders again, though this time, he didn't protest when Alex pushed himself away.

“It’s just bad timing, that’s all,” the drummer said, eyes lingering on the pastry boxes for just a couple of seconds more before turning around to face his bandmates. His hands were already itching for a pair of drumsticks so he shoved them back inside the pockets of his jacket where he could keep his fingers busy by pulling on loose threads, shifting his weight from one foot to another. “Can we just go practice now, please?”

He noticed Luke and Reggie exchange quick worried looks before each of them gave Alex a supportive smile.

“Sure, yeah, whatever you need, bro,” the guitarist told him as he began making his way towards the back door. The other two were quick to follow, with Reggie trailing behind Alex a little bit.

As they climbed the stairs leading up to the studio, Alex felt a gentle tap on his shoulder from behind. Turning around, he saw Reggie standing a couple of steps below him, smiling.

“You really like him, don’t you?”

The question was so innocent but it still hit Alex like a ton of bricks. He thought back to their first meeting and how Willie’s smile knocked the air straight out of his lungs. The warmth that spread through his chest whenever Willie called him by his name. The way Willie could leave him so flustered yet so relaxed at the same time, that incredible sense of belonging and security he found in the skater’s eyes. Willie radiated comfort and tenderness Alex only remembered feeling around one person and it was terrifying, yet so utterly addicting.

Reggie’s eyes were bright and patient as he regarded the drummer, waiting for a response.

Alex briefly remembered the small abandoned box of mocha brownies on the counter and allowed a short, defeated sigh to escape his lips.

“You have no idea, Reggie.”

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chibiplushie6 · 5 years

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about how big are these plushies? :0 also this latest batch looks rly good!! mayoi and bot fighter girl are my faves

It sort of depends on how big the hair is but since most of them have big hair I measured Megan for reference and she was about 7 inches from her shoes to the top of her head (not including ponytail ^^) The mayoi and Mochi are smaller to be on scale with the size of the humans plushies, probably closer to 2-3 inches tall? Thank you so much, I’m really glad to hear that you liked them!!!! <3 (Bot Fighter girl was a challenge since she wears a lot of sheer fabrics and fishnets and chains which are hard to do in felt but I improvised!)

I’ve finished my current batch of side characters, so I’ve got Meyer and a small non-Big Hero 6 plushie for a friend in the works, then I have to decide which idea I want to go with for my next batch! (I’ve got a HUGE google doc full of plushie series that I want to make XD) I’m thinking I may go with the baby/toddler versions of the main cast next (I doodled out a new pattern for them at work, they’ll probably be about 3-4 inches tall, guestimating without having the pattern with me), but after that I may start on my series which will be non-Big Hero 6 characters but dressed like they’re fellow students of the main cast at SFIT! (I’m super excited to see how they turn out!!)

Heh, sorry for rambling, that probably went on for far too long, but I don’t get much of a chance to talk about my plushies and I get excited! XD

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frozenfallenuniverse · 6 years

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Cracks in the Wall

Its ya boy, tired child looking for job. Its been a while since I posted a story but Lavi won the last poll (landslide even). Next story will be about the first time samger and Meiyo meet but I hope you enjoy this one!

Most planeswalkers would have servants, assistants or little creatures to help them with work. Not me, the most overworked walker that I know off. Now, I could spawn a large amount of spotters to try to help but without any form of appendages to write with or mouths to speak with, they wouldn’t get far. You would think I’d have some sort of plan for this but it seems as though my forward thinking is complete and utter-

“Lavi? I can never tell if you can hear me on this. The job is done. What’s next?” The voice came through one of the many spotters that floated about my room like palm-sized dust mites. Based on both the feminine, almost siren like, voice and the spotter’s form being extremely similar to a goldfish, it seemed to be Nozari. Thank god. I sat at my desk and the fish spotter floated atop the desk to eye level. It bounded in front of my face as I rested it inside of my hands.

“Well, step one is getting off the plane but if you’ve already done that, I’ll send you a bit of money within a few days. Your next job is finding a certain planeswalker. His title is the Immortal and he was last spotted on Tarkir. Quite tall, probably missing some skin at this point, hard to miss.”

“Tarkir? Can’t say I’ve heard of that…”

“Wonderful. It's a terrible plane. Tons of dragons, lots of fire, lightning, poison and many things that don’t like merfolk or would assume you are an overgrown bass that has learned to walk on two feet.”

“Why am I being sent there exactly?”A sigh followed her question and her voice was full of disdainful annoyance. Not that out of the ordinary for her to be entirely honest.

“I can send Alexander if you prefer.” She made a gagging sound, presumably nodded and signed off. Not a second too soon, if you ask me. Her and Alexander were some of my assistants. Well, I say assistants but they are more like mercenaries. I pay them coin, they find concerning planeswalkers and deal with them. Nozari is non-lethal and Alexander is… Alexander. Now I can hopefully make some headway on these papers-

“Lavi~ Guess who’s here to do some fun stuff today!” A masculine yet flamboyant voice that sounded like wet paint being thrown across a canvas came from the main hall. Another spotter, this one with the same colors as bird who live in paradise, came close and it seemed to be one of my least favorite generals. I tossed on robes that seemed ill-suited to the current heat and stepped out of my mess of a study.

The window blinds were half-closed, letting fragments of the sunrise come through. Songbird calls mixed with footsteps filled the wide hallway as I trotted to the main hall. The man, who has already decided to redecorate one of the walls of the room, was wearing fluorescent clothing, that had the closest description as a rainbow that vomited on a tailor’s workshop, and hair the color of dying fall leaves. The painting, if you could really call his art style ‘painting’, was a horrendous rendition of two merfolk and a high-class woman messing about in his latest experiment. The closest thing to a greeting that we exchanged was a half-nod and a sigh from myself.

“To what do I owe the pleasure today, Rotek?” I only just realized that I sounded like a sick frog that cannibalized a smaller one. Hopefully, he doesn’t mind if a spotter ran about to fetch a glass of water for me. Without even turning to face me, he spoke like I was an audience of twenty.

“The experiment went wonderfully! There were no major deaths. Three walkers came in and they all left. Two seemed quite normal and the third seemed a bit…” He dabbed his brush on the regal looking doodle, that was partially on my artwork. My new artwork. It cost close to three weeks of work. Wonderful. The sound of shattering glass from the direction of where I sent the spotter made this conversation all the better. My hand was reaching for the bridge of my nose as I spoke.

“Did you get names or are you here to showboat?” I could feel my eyes rolling into the back of my skull as I spoke. Rotek might be useful for his knowledge and magic but his… artistic freedoms made things like diplomacy, discussions and basic talking like pulling teeth. He spun on his heels, tossing a letter from his breast pocket at my flailing arms. Barely caught it as well. Why do people throw so many things at me. They know I can’t catch.

“I know your whole deal is peace and the prevention of disasters so think of this as an invitation to my next art piece.” His voice was much more somber now, almost sad to speak of the thing that gave him the most passion. I tore open the note and flipped it out, skimming across it. In large bolded letters, it said ‘The Destruction of Ravnica. Performed by an elder dragon. Watch as I paint the final moments of the most populated plane of the multiverse.’ Several of the spotters floated around the note, desperate to get so much as a glance at it. With a soft breath, the note became blank and wasted away in my grasp.

“You’re helping someone destroy a plane!” I spoke with the anger of a dragon that was woken by a farmer after sleeping for millennia. The heat on my face most likely made me look like a tomato, or a pyromancer. Same thing really.

“Capitalising on what will happen, really. I can’t stop it nor can any of the others. I’d suggest you get your friends to help evacuate or, more likely, work with some of the walkers there. No reason for that many sparks to be extinguished.” He had no enjoyment in his voice. His brush was thrown to the floor, spilling paint across the tiles. His artwork was melting off as well. I need to control my temper better.

“Fine. Keep this a secret from the other generals then. No reason to get Ice or Shadow excited about a plane dying.” My hand was glued to my nose bridge and a thumping sensation was deepening in my temples. Rotek patted me on the shoulder and disappeared with a rainbow light following his exit. My disappointment is immeasurable and my day is now ruined, suffice to say.

The normal rhythm I kept with my steps become erratic and the space around me shifted, warped and fragments came out of focus. I heard stories that something like this would happen but I was hoping, no, praying they were just rumors. What used to be a wall became a time-worn veranda with ivy growths burgeoning beneath the posts. Several spotters floated towards me with concerned visages. The goldfish led the pack and I dragged it by the tail to my desk. A haze came over the eye that took up most of its body and I decided to speak first.

“Nozari, forget the other mission. Find Alexander. I need to talk to you both.” My words were rushed. Something was welling up in my throat and a sickness flooded my stomach. The floater I sent, what felt like years ago, returned with a bottle of sparkling cherry juice. It took hardly any seconds to drink several fingers worth.

“What? What about the immortal? I’m not gonna abandon this mission!”

“The Immortal can wait. It's not like he’ll die anytime soon!” Some papers became dotted with droplets from the neck of the bottle. I cursed under my breath. That’s even more things to fix.

“Shouldn’t I just come there? Why can’t you say it now? I have plans later you know! I finally found a cute dress that fit!” She did mention something about a cute girl earlier. Explains why she’s been more relaxed recently. Or anxious. I think both is the answer. She’s a bit more of a mess than me.

“You bring yourself and Alexander here after your plans then. I won’t force you to do your job but keep in mind: you swore to help me protect planes and right now, I think your possible lover would understand a canceling.” The strangest thing about Nozari’s knowledge of languages was that she could be annoyed in all of them and curse like a sailor in most of them. They all sound beautiful as well. Perhaps merfolk have- Introspection into the different races of the multiverse can wait after the problem is fixed.

“Fine! I’ll be there tomorrow with the problem child! You owe me something other than money for canceling this date though!”

“Would a pearl necklace suffice? An associate got fresh batch of chocolate ones during a trip to Ixalan.”

“Oh dear Kosi. Its that bad?”

“Horrendous is a better term in my opinion.” The faked joyfulness I spoke with seemed like a different flavor of sarcasm and she noticed.

“Any idea where he is?” My silence was more than enough of an answer. With a groan, she hung up. Well, hung up is the wrong word. She smacked the spotter on her end which ended its transmission. They are small but quite durable. I think that’s her favorite way to end our little talks. Fifty times ended in that way now. Anyway.

My hands were already massaging my skull. The droning in the back of my mind was a voracious woodpecker that just ended a fast. A growling came from the sick that slept in my stomach. This is the worst day of my life. And I almost died! To be fair, who hasn’t really. Planeswalkers are strange. The drink helped to an extent so, I couldn’t blame the situation on a lack of caffeine or sugar. Sleep was always an excuse but I don’t wish to sound like a broken record. I need food. A distraction. Something.

Knocking came from the door. A rarity would be an understatement. Something that no one has ever done before would be more fitting. I creaked open the door, whose rusted screeching made the throbbing of my skull even worse, and saw the chubby, blonde hair-framed face of Lisbeth greeting me.

“You alright, hun? Rotek said to leave you alone but you’re a bit looking pale.” Her smile was the only warm part about her. Her clothing and personality were normally cold but around me and some of the other generals, she acted like a concerned mother. Why did Rotek even talk to her? I thought fire and ice don’t mix. I fake coughed a bit to make it seem I was stable.

“Everything is fine. If you bought anything, leave it at the door. I’m busy.” I said with clear irritation in my voice. It seems the frog in my throat became an annoyed toad at this point. She chuckled a bit and dropped a basket of what smelled like mouth watering baked bread. She said something along the lines of ‘call me when you’re better’ but the migraine become worse from the scent of the bread. Why does she always bring me food?

It did not take long for me to drag the basket into my room and for me to greedily devour every baked snack she provided. My stomach seemed to be resting but the migraine and anxiety continued to fester. The walls around me slowly began to dissipate, turning into white gold light before me. I finally got off my floor, tightened some heavy duty boots on and began walking to the door. If a plane was to be destroyed, I wanted to learn all I could about it before then. Perhaps. I’ll even find a distraction while I’m there.

#lavi #mtg #fanwalker #nozari #rotek #lisbeth #alexander #my writing #stories #this one took a while #next one I might do a poll for word count #i'm trying to work closer to 2k now

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[Fanfiction] Thank You

Strong Woman Do Bong Soon - Slightly Canon Divergence: Do Bong Soon x Ahn Min Hyuk

In this universe, Bong Soon doesn’t work at Ainsoft as game developer because I want to keep their cute relationship free of unprofessional boss-employee trope. And there is no crazy murder kidnapping sub-plot either. Just pure fluffy stuff.

Taking off the watch, Ahn Min Hyuk signs. He debates the idea of working out a sweat and then sleep like a log but decides to hold back until he completes the regression testing of the latest game. The last batch of added new features are going well but he wants to make sure that the established features don’t catch any bug as well.

They are only a week away from the launch of a new game and everyone is in frenzy. He made sure that the cafeteria is open 24/7 and convert two other board rooms into secured napping areas for female employees apart from the usual sleeping corner. But all the catering efforts can’t erase a harsh truth of the gaming industry: his staffs are slowly becoming walking cross-bred between panda and zombie.

So he told everyone to go home today and leave a small team who has not pulled all-nighter stay behind for emergency calls.

He also needs a break from all the office buzz.

Flipping out the cellphone, he is about to set alarm clock for 10:15pm, hoping to catch a short nap before seeing a new message from Bong Soon. His heart swelled at the flashing bright yellow icon but soon flops at the two-sentence message:

“I will stay with grandma for two more nights. I will call you when I get back.”

“Is everything alright? Should I come and pick you up?”

“I know it’s summer but keep warm, don’t sleep in your sleeve-less shirt”

“Send grandma my hello. I will come visit her next week”

Sleep tight Bong Bong!

<3 <3 <3

Looking at the three fluttering heart icons, Min Hyuk lets out another sign. He misses her, really really misses her. He wants to hear her calling him Minmin, wants to see her, hug her and kiss her. But seeing how the messages are unread, she probably deserts the phone somewhere. And he doesn’t want to interrupt her quality time with grandma either. She only gets to see her a few times a year. Not to mention, grandma is sick. Bong Soon could be sick too. And he feels anxious about the possibility.

Tossing the phone on the nearby table, he goes for a shower, hoping to get rid of the murky feeling.

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The regression test doesn’t go well.

At 2am, strained eyes and dampened spirit, Min Hyuk decides on a kitchen break and makes a cup of tea.

It is in times like this that makes him want to call Bong Soon just to hear her voice. But it’s too late into the night. The messages remain unread and it makes him a little lonely.

She’s only been away for three days and he feels like three months have passed.

It’s crazy to think how fast they have gone from being just two complete strangers to a couple in matter of months. No, deletes that statement, they were not completely strangers. He has known her for years. He has kept her in his heart since that Sunday morning, building her an altar and worshiping her devotedly as one would to a savior. He has looked for her traces in any girl in pink but she remains elusive. Just when he resigned to the idea that she was just a creation of his panic mind, Bong Soon stormed in and upended his life.

Sipping tea in front of the closet’s painting, Min Hyuk thinks of wonder and traces the contour of the canvas girl’s hidden face, making a mental note of calling Bong Soon first thing in the morning.

That is when his fingers brush past something plastic. It’s transparent and were put in places which are not very noticeable at the first glance. On a closer look, there are many of them dotting the painting and uncannily resemble sticky notes.

Picking one up for a better look, Min Hyuk realize it’s Bong Soon’s writing. The one he’s holding reads: “Minmin, don’t stay up too late” decorated with a cute drawing of a stick figure snoring out a string of Z letters in descendent size. That one draws a chuckle out of him.

Another draws a big bowl of steaming rice in the middle with a single line “you promise three meals a day” with a pouty face to accentuate the mood. He actually laughs out loud reading the note and feels a bit guilty all at once. He didn’t remember what he had for the last meal or when that last meal happens to be honest. The last few days were hectic and without her around, food doesn’t seem to taste anything.

One note is a reminder of him taking a break whenever the stabbing scar aches. It’s followed by a smaller line saying “I’m sorry.” His smile fades at the line but his eyes are warm. He has an overwhelming urge to drive all the way to Busan to hold and tell her that’s his decision, for his selfish wish of keeping her out of danger, his and his alone. It’s not her fault. And hope to kiss away her misplaced guilt. Oh, how he wishes to kiss her now.

There are quite a few of them sticking here and there. Some are just silly doodles. Some are tips for relaxing neck and shoulder muscle or how to make home-made eye patch. He smiles, laughs and feels warm inside. The unfinished tea has grown cold but Min Hyuk doesn’t notice.

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2pm. Shit. He overslept.

Checking the phone, he saw one message from Secretary Gong assuring that they have received his notes on the regression test results and the development team are working on the issues. They will let him know asap if anything happens. It came in at 9am so work seems to be fine.

Stretching arms, he debates whether he should go to the office at this point but rationalize his choice to stay home as a testament of his amazing leadership skill. If everything can go smoothly without him, doesn’t it show how well he has trained the staff?

Messages to Bong Soon were marked as read but there is no reply. But strangely it doesn’t bother him as much. Maybe he should take this day off to visit grandma, and Bong Soon. Her transparent notes are laid neatly on his bedside table. He took picture of all of them last night and now they will be with him all day wherever he is.

Feeling excited over the idea of getting to Busan, he strolled into the kitchen to get water and almost chokes when Bong Soon chirpily greets him:

- Good afternoon sleepy head! I’m back!

Apparently Bong Soon is unfazed by his dramatic antic of dripping off water and goes on her monologue as usual:

- Grandma is getting better so she told me to go home. “A measly cold won’t kill me,” yeah, right, as if it’s not the reason she wasn’t able to get out of bed for three days. But Dad’s cold remedy and Bong Gi’s prescription seem to be working so she is up and around this morning. Gyeong Shim said she would come over to look after her tonight so that’s why I come back. Mom made so much side dishes, I brought some for you. I bet you haven’t eaten any since forever so should we have ‘linner’?

- Well, hello beautiful stranger, and I believe you mean ‘dinner’?

A shocked but very awake Min Hyuk lightly teases the cheerful woman unpacking several little containers at his kitchen table

- Well, dear sleepy stranger, I think ‘linner’ is the correct term. Remember ‘brunch’? What time do you think it is?

- You haven’t had lunch?

- Yeah, dad normally eats in shop, Bong Gi is at hospital as always, and mum is off to share the dishes with the neighborhood ladies. I don’t want to eat alone and plus…

Her voice trails off and she seems to be suddenly engrossed in knowing how many containers there are. Min Hyuk is dying to know what comes after her “plus” but they can come back to this “plus” after the meal, when she is well fed, less blushed and more comfortable. They have all the time of the world.

- Give me two minutes to wash up. Come right back.

He winks at her and skips to the bathroom.

Their ‘linner’ goes on well. Bong Soon told him about grandma and he fills her in about the regression test. They argues a bit over whether it’s time to pull out the Korean flag chopstick and Bong Soon doesn’t look convinced when he said it’s actually an interior design highlight. But he doesn’t lie when he said it’s endearing to him.

They ends up spending the afternoon lounging and absentmindedly watching tv. Head on her lap, he told her of the upcoming launch of the new game. It never fails to excite Bong Soon.

- Next week! Yay, I can’t wait to play it!

- And I can’t wait to not worry about it

- Aw, sleepy head, you will be worry-free soon, but I must admit, your workaholic self is sexier than your usual carefree CEO image.

He loves how her tease mixed with relaxing smile. In his signature move of pretending to be scandalized aka. hand-over-mouth, Min Hyuk signs exaggeratedly:

- Well, so no future break for me then. Who knows courting would be this demanding?

Bong Soon’s light kiss on his forehead feels ticklish.

- Don’t push yourself too hard. You have a one-week-of-working-per-month reputation to uphold

He chuckles lightly and leave a perk on her hand.

- Thanks for the notes by the way. They are awesome!

She quickly realizes what he refers to and smiles shyly.

- Oh that, so you found them

- Though the hiding place is quite unique

- Isn’t her me?

- That’s why you leave them there?

- I’m taking care of grandma so I can’t check the phone frequently. And I know you tend to…watch her…a lot…so I left the notes there just in case I can’t reply your messages right away.

- Thank you

- It’s nothing…do you like it?

- I like you

- Come on, you know what I mean

- I like you

- You’re messing with me

- I love you

The last sentence seems to make her blush more than usual. His strong woman, his love, his friend, his everything blushes when he says he loves her. Min Hyuk feels ecstatic. Her accepting silence emboldens him.

- I love you, love the fact that you appears in my life, love that I can protect you, and love that we are together, right now and forever

- Now you’re just cheesy

Bong Soon laughs lovingly.

- But what’s up with the stick figure? I don’t think I’m that skinny…or maybe I am. Time to get back to the weight bench. I have to tell you, I’m not a weight-lifting kind of guy, not really my style, I’m more treadmill type of guy, elegant and smooth…but you insist…

- I missed you, for the past three days.

- ...

- I miss you a lot it’s ridiculous. I miss you. I love you.

He can feel her hand in his is getting warmer. Min Hyuk doesn’t look up but he knows she is blushing. They’re both ridiculous, in love, and deliriously happy. And he doesn’t want it any other way. Putting her hand over his wildly beating heart, he mutters softly:

- Thank you, for loving me.

#strong woman do bong soon #fanfiction #fanfic #do bong soon #ahn min hyuk #kdrama

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