#bye ben

[hoshinisuzu]

[oysteringofclamelot]

You’d really think people named Ben would stop trying to mess with Mark Hamill...

[youarenotbenplatt]

Wishing my Favorite Human an amazing last show as Evan!!! Much love, Benjamin Schiff Platt. Much love indeed.

[wonderfuckingwomanyall]

Seriously if anyone hates on Ben for leaving I will personally fight you.

[adultswinmoved-archive]

Please don't piss on our carpet

me, hovering over the block button:

[justanaspiringsomeone]

Hello

[thresher-flatfins]

“Ben, come.” That familiar, chilling voice called to him from within the confines of his clan’s new ‘home’. A shudder of irritation ran through him at her tone, like that of a stern dog owner reeling in her beast.

What a pain.

His washed out green skin shimmered with sweat as the Guardian strode out from the shelter of his old tree and into camp. They still lived in what was essentially a circle of worn out old tents, but already Samoon’s wall was blocking out the near constant trickle of sand. At the very least, it would be nice not having to sleep in a sandbox anymore.

When Ben approached, his hackles were up immediately. Something was wrong. Aster stood near the still-forming entrance of her little fort, and by her side was a merchant he had seen speaking with her in the past.

Beside him was a burly, eye-patched Pearlcatcher swaddled in furs and cloth. In his hand was a long length of rope. His one eye gleamed with the promise of a threat.

“What are you doing? Come here.” Aster chided him as though she were some overworked mother. Good grief.

Ben closed the distance between them warily, scanning the newcomers all the while. As soon as he was within a couple feet of them, the merchant gave a nod and the athletic looking Pearlcatcher had Ben’s forearm in a vice-like grip.

With alarm bells ringing away in his head, Ben tried to pull away as he yelped, “Hey! Get off me!” He turned an accusing gaze on Aster, who watched on with cool indifference. “What’s going on?”

“You don’t remember?” The woman blinked, frowning in a feigned puzzled way. “We had an arrangement, Ben. Now that I’ve gotten your use out of you, our deal is complete. You don’t need to worry about this clan any longer.”

“What?” His voice cracked as his hands were forced together behind his back. In seconds, thick rope had bound them at the wrists, immobilizing him. “What’s happening?”

Aster sighed. “These men have a use for you now, so you’ll go with them. You’re excused.” And with that heartwarming farewell, his great and powerful leader strode off to return to her tent.

That feeling of dread from before grew heavier, and a thousand thoughts whirled through Ben’s mind. Why was this happening, where were they going, did that guy seriously think his eyepatch made him look cool? As the rope was wound up his arms, further restricting his movement, there was a chorus of indignant squabbling dragons around him. His clan had heard the commotion and come to see what was happening. Evidently, they were about as happy with the situation as Ben was. Suddenly, a familiar voice rose above them.

“Hey!” A gravely voice, thick with rage, shouted from the entrance of one of the tents a few yards from where they stood. “Let go of him!”

Soren came racing over faster than Ben had seen him move since his reappearance. The man had been weak and sickly ever since their reunion, but now he moved like the shade was at his heels. Ben didn’t know what to expect, but he positioned himself right in the Mirror’s path regardless.

It was for his own good, he reminded himself. There was no way Soren could fight anyone in his condition. The man came screeching to a halt, stopping what seemed to be a full body charge before he crashed into the barrel-chested Guardian who blocked his path. Ben shook his head, resisting the irritable tugging of the Pearlcatcher who had bound him.

“Don’t fight them, okay? Just- stay safe, protect the clan-”

“Ben, no!”

“-take care of them, I’ll be back.” He forced a smile to his lips as he was dragged further back from Soren. The end of his rope had been tied to the wagon the merchant had rode in on, and apparently it was time to go. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. “I can’t lose you again, so stay safe, don’t come after me! I’ll take care of this!”

The last Ben saw of his home was his charge felling to his knees, his clanmates gathered around him, and what felt like a thousand blades stuck him through the heart.

He had no idea if he would ever be back. As he turned his head to observe the retreating shape of the old acacia tree, the dread in his stomach told him what he was afraid to hear.

No. There’s no way you’re coming back from this.

[coachplayer]

YASSSS THIAGO WON