#eric mcl

[lily-rose26]

I haven't posted MCL memes in a while so here you have 2 🤣❤️

[nolimetangere]

Eric/Eva Masterpost - Writing

Since I can’t manage to properly hyperlink the posts I’ve been writing under my sidebar, have a cheeky writing masterlist! 

drive fast - a rewrite of the ep 10 dinner scene 

https://nolimetangere.tumblr.com/post/677293071236562944/drive-fast

cold in the desert - a rewrite of the ep 12 kiss 

https://nolimetangere.tumblr.com/post/689144905119023104/cold-in-the-desert

neptune - a rewrite of the ep 13 meetup 

https://nolimetangere.tumblr.com/post/677349058636136448/neptune

deliverance - my imagining of eva and eric’s first meeting 

https://nolimetangere.tumblr.com/post/689441896012152832/deliverance

[lostsoulm]

Yesterday i was watching Avatar for the 17th time while checking mcl summer event and a wild thought came to my mind.

What element would bend each mcl LI?

Please rt with your thoughts!

For me it is:

Castiel Fire

Like what else could he be lmao? He's got the pride, the looks and the personality. Also his colors are red and black, fire nation babyyy.

Nathaniel Air

Based on his hs arc, which talked a lot about freedom and wings i thought Air went well with him.

Lysander Air

He is an Air Nomad and ill fight whoever says something different.

Kentin Fire

His personality in hs gives very much enraged Fire bender lmao Zuko vibes tbvh.

Armin Water or Earth

Incredible, Armin is the love of my life and i can't really say which one suits him better. The Earth kingdom stereotype seems to go well with Armin personality, but i also can see him being the best Water bender the world had seen. I would need a fellow Armin lover to help me with this one tbh.

Rayan Air *

Hyun Water *

Priya Earth *

Eric Fire **

* I didnt pay that much attention to their routes in UL so im basing my opinion in some characteristics i can remember, it might be really strange for the people that were following those LI lmao **Even more with Eric i didn't play LL and did not meet him so i just know that he's Nath boss and he has an interest in candy, nothing more😭

[cleaetpauline60]

Eric route  ~

[nolimetangere]

Commission by @shiori887 on twitter, thank you so much for your work! 

[nolimetangere]

an edit of the ep. 10 dinner scene by candysweetposts! thank you again for your magic <3 

[nolimetangere]

ep 13 edit to match up with my little rewrite! thank you once again for your beautiful work @candysweetposts <3 <3 <3 you’ve made my fanfiction writing truly enjoyable!

[nolimetangere]

Cold In The Desert

A re-write of the episode 12 Eric route! Please let me know if you like it c:

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"You still haven't told me what's on your mind."

 Eric had turned up to the Cosy Bear as he did, every other night - like clockwork, ready to lend a hand stacking tables and chairs, putting them away. He got it done a lot faster than I did, and admittedly, I could have a cheeky look at him flexing his biceps and pectorals while I was making him that free coffee he worked so hard for. Although nowadays, I was trying harder and harder to keep my eyes averted, because that would only add to these strange stirrings of whatever that drunken dinner had set off, and I wouldn't entertain it. I just… wouldn't.

 "Hm. How'd you know something was on my mind?"

 "Your jaw tightens, you get all frowny." I leaned over the counter, taking a moment to straighten my top so that I wasn't showing too much tit. "Come on. Dude, I practically counselled you through this divorce, you're not gonna freeze up on me now, are you?"

 "Well, some things are personal, kid. Sometimes it doesn't help all that much to share." Eric reached for the coffee that I'd provided in a paper cup, and I stood, feeling very quietly stung. Well, he was well within his rights to not talk to me about whatever it was. After all, it was Nathaniel he was close to, not me. I just gave the coffee, and the drama, for the most part. Silly to feel upset about it, I knew that.

 "My bad, sorry. Sometimes I don't know when to stop."

 "Nath's always sayin' that about you. That you were exactly the same in high school. You woulda made a good cop." He took a long drink, his eyes searching off in the distance of the evening - seeing nothing. It was even cooler now, and the skimpy outfit I'd worn to dinner a month or two ago wouldn't fly. Today, my comfy trainers, jeans, and thick cardigan protected me from the wind - although my cropped tank top was thrown in, just to make me feel that little bit sexier whenever I caught sight of my cleavage in a reflective surface. God only knew that I wasn't getting any at home, not with the Master Chef and his head stuck in the books all the time.

 I was being ridiculously bitter, and it was so unfair. I knew it was. But I was tired of the unpredictability and the upset, and flying off of the handle, all of those things. Every cancelled plan came to my mind all of a sudden, and I felt the exhaustion washing over me. There weren't any tears anymore.

 "Yeah, he would. Although I think I'd be too easy to bribe. Come on, we'd better head."

 "I'm pretending I didn't hear that." The first laugh of the evening passed his lips, and I smiled a little to myself as I punched in the alarm code, and headed for the back door.

 We stepped outside - the chill almost instantly settling into my bones - and I glanced once, twice down the street. Eric usually accompanied me some of the way home, but in his current mood - which was quiet, brooding - I didn't know how comfortable that would be for either of us, so I was just counting to see how much change I had in my pocket for a bus ticket when I heard the last-ditch question.

 "Eva?"

 "Mmm?" My fist closed around the coins, and I looked back to Eric, blinking up at him. "Hey, do you want to talk after all? I have a bit of time."

 "I wanted to ask you something."

 "Yeah? Course. You know you can ask me anything."

 "I don't, actually. I'm not sure you know what that means." Eric set what appeared to be a full coffee cup down on the bus bench, unfolding his arms from his broad chest. I blinked, my breath hitching slightly as he stepped closer. What was this? What was he - what was he saying? I didn't understand.

 "Stop me if you want to," he continued, almost… softly. His firm, yet gentle grip encircled my upper arms, and he drew me closer, pressing his mouth to mine.

 And it was all confusing - the warmth flooding the entirety of my body, radiating from my chest to the top of my head, the tips of my toes; my heart beating faster, the way the slow, leisurely kiss seemed to allow us to fit together like two pieces of the same puzzle. I inhaled, kissing him more deeply, the taste of sweet peppermint drifting over my tongue.

 And then… the guilt.

 "No. Eric, no." My hands balled into fists against his chest, and I pulled away from him, light headed. I almost wanted to sit down on the pavement and do the whole through-the-knees thing, but I didn't know if I'd be getting back up from that, so I managed to keep myself standing upright. When I caught his expression, it was full of… desire. Surprise. Sadness. But no… regret. No anger.

 Oh, no, this can't be happening, this can't be happening.

 "Eric," I said again, attempting to make my voice as firm as I possibly could, "I'm sorry. I think you have the wrong idea."

 "No. I should be the one apologising. Although… Eva, I could of sworn you were kissing me back, for a second." He took another step forward and I backed away, shaking my head.

 "No. You just caught me by surprise. You're honestly lucky I didn't slap you."

 His laughter was dark. "Maybe I was. Fuck, I'm sorry."

 "It's… I mean, it's fine. But that - I have a boyfriend, Eric." I shut my eyes, swaying slightly, but remaining on my feet. "I'm going to call a cab, alright? Don't worry about the trip home, I got it."

 "Eva," he said again, lifting a hand - and for a moment, I thought he was going to reach out, and take mine. But it fell to his side again. "Alright."

 "I'm not going to tell Nath about this." My fingers tightened around my bag strap - I knew what he thought about cheaters, about… about… "I suggest you don't either."

 A tight response. "I appreciate it."

 "It's fine. I guess I'll see you."

 "I guess," Eric said, turning on his heel, and walking briskly off into the night time.

 It was easy to find a taxi; they weren't particularly busy on a Wednesday night, and I just paid via card machine, which I was lucky he had. Sitting in the back seat, I made an attempt to clear my head; but it was only when the driver asked me what was wrong did I realize that I was crying.