He flew across the road, slamming into an office building, creating a huge crack in the spot he landed in. He slid down onto the ground as he looked up at you.
You had threw him into the air using your magic wand. You smirked to yourself as you brushed off your magical boy uniform. Too easy, you thought to yourself.
Meanwhile, yan! Villian was thinking about how much you looked when you were proud of yourself. It made him want to kidnap you and love you forever!! >W<
But he had to remain professional. As cute and adorable as you looked, he still had to play his part of the Villian. He really only became a Villian to catch your attention but that's besides the point...
He mustered up the most pained groan be could as he got up. He didn't feel anything from your attacks, and he always held back because in reality, he was wayyyy stronger than you, but for the sake of seeing his darling babe happy, he let you defeat him.
"It looks like you're far too strong for me.." He faked a groan. "But be ware, I will be back!" He said before pulling his Cape over himself and disappearing.
"Yeah right," You said to yourself before yawning and making your way back to HQ. "What's the point of fighting if you always get beaten up?" You wondered to yourself before shrugging. "Whatever, he's weird."
It's midnight and I'm supposed to be asleep, but oh well. Was having no motivation for art do I thought I'd do I little something something.
My creative writing teacher had this exercise where we would just write what came to our minds. Found this in my drafts and did exactly that. Enjoy
Arthur can't pinpoint the exact moment when gold became his favourite colour. If he had to guess, he'd say it was the first time he had seen Merlin do magic without fear in his heart. Finding out Merlin was a sorcerer was…a lot to say the least. In that moment he had felt many things. Confusion and denial being the first, for he couldn't believe his Merlin could ever be a sorcerer. Ever since Arthur could remember his father had instilled in him that any form of magic was the epitomy of evil and, by default, so was anyone who used magic. All his life he was led to believe the use of magic would be the downfall of the kingdom, that anyone who uses it is pure evil. But, try as he might, anytime he looked at Merlin, he didn't see a shred of evil and that confused him to no end.
Maybe it was because he had come to know him as a bumbling baboon. His clumsy man servant who did the weirdest things. Like look for woodworm. Maybe if was because in all his years knowing Merlin, he had seen nothing but a kind man who had most of the castle in his sleeve. A loyal man who had fought a dragon with him when no one else would. A man who had proved over and over again since he had first saved him that he would do it again. The man who had drank poison for him.
That was supposed to be evil?
That was supposed to be a sorcerer.
No.
The world's greatest sorcerer? Magic itself?
Which begged another question. If Merlin was the embodiment of magic, then didn't that mean he represented magic itself? That was both comforting and not to Arthur. Because on one hand, he knew Merlin. At least, he thought he did. That man did not have an evil bone in his body. But on the other, if he was the embodiment of magic, the representation of magic....what about all the people who had made an attempt on his life.
An attempt he had learned Merlin had stopped every time.
And as Arthur looked at Merlin, who was currently sat on the ground with a little girl. His eyes casted that beautiful golden hue he loved so much, his hand hovered over the ground as a rose magically grew underneath it, Arthur had made his decision.
Magic was not evil. Not completely anyway. Not if Merlin had it. And Merlin would've probably been the only exception.
But still it was hard to say thatbhis father had been wrong. But he knew he must as he pulled a paper out of his desk. Dropped his quill in the black ink and started on his proposition to unban magic. His eyes glancing over at Merlin every once in a while.
Merlin was the only one currently allowed to do magic. And try as he might, he couldn't keep his best friend locked in a cell. He had unlocked the door, unable to look Merlin in the eyes. And yet the man stayed. Loyal to a fault but dumb as rocks in that moment. And so he let him wonder, having good faith Merlin would not go anywhere.
And Merlin had been bold. Using magic in front of Arthur and others. And Arthur had gotten used to it. Used to seeing the sun in Merlins eyes. Every time he did magic. Like light reflecting off of a coin. And he doesn't know when he began to enjoy it. He doesn't know when he became unafraid.
He knew it would be a long journey before Camelt came to accept magic like he had. He was still struggling to tell the truth. But in his heart he could not bring himself to kill any more people. To execute people who may be just as good as Merlin is. People Merlin didn't even know, yet cared about.
And Arthur couldn't help but muse that that's what a true king is after all. A reminder in the back of his head that Merlin was technically magical royalty. King of the druids. And he began to wonder how important an alliance would be between his kingdom and the druids. The best way to do that would be through marriage. And Arthur didn't want to admit he didn't hate the idea. He would be marrying his best friend after all. He would he able to see gold anytime he wished.
Eventually he would come to ask this of Merlin. And eventually Merlin would say yes. For alliance sake after all.
So in conclusion, yes. Gold was Arthur's favorite color. And in conclusion, it was utterly and completely because of Merlin.
I'm sorry to hear about the hospital thing...I hope you feel better soon! I'll send it, hopefully it makes you feel better emotionally.
(OK this idea is based on how affogato desired to be lazy and wants to reap rewards and desires luxury...)
Y/n noticed this about affogato and, wanting to prove themselves to affogato and truly loving affogato, works their ass off to provide for affogato in every way. Like they try to work as hard as possible and stuff to make sure they have enough money to please affogato...also making sure they show affection, even if they are super tired from working their ass off at work. Maybe, knowing affogato's rep, they are scared affogato would leave them for a richer partner and that's why they push themselves to the absolute limit...because they wanna provide for him financially so affogato loves them. Also trying to do everything so they can please affogato.
...affogato eventually figures this out. Y/n spreading themselves thin via doing all the chores, working as hard as possible at their job to try to make as much money as possible, and trying to be affectionate as possible, even if they are on the verge of passing out.
This is sorta an idea of if a poor y/n took him in and fell in love with him and wants to make sure he is as happy as possible...truly in love with them and clearly willing to make any sacrifice to make affogato happy. Maybe the comfort is affogato recognizing this and showing y/n...he isn't going anywhere, he's staying right here, he loves them too...so y/n can finally relax and sit on his lap and let him take away y/n's stress with comfort...
aaaaa thank you!!! I am feeling better now so ty for the warm wishes!!!
Also.
YOU.
BROOOOO THE OVERWORKED PARTNERRR AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
I AM EATING THIS UPPPPPPP
Also consider,,,,,,,, affo figuring out is the moment that it clicked for him the whole affection thing. Like what if there was a barrier mentally before and it's like a switch that flipped.......
So the following morning after the realisation (he was kept up all night thinking and reevaluating everything about them), he just sees them starting already breakfast and he just goes over, steals the cooking utensils and go "Let me have at it now~"
SO he just starts taking over stuff little by little so that they aren't spread so thinly GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
just silently does it and THEN they have a talk when they notice it (roll for perception for how long it took /j) AND THEN HE SAYS THAT HE LOVES THEM
“It’s been a long time since I’ve heard you play.”
Caitlyn startled, head whipping up as she turned to see her father leaning against the doorframe.
“I’d almost forgotten how beautifully you played, darling.” He said fondly.
“How long have you been there?” Caitlyn asked, wiping the tears from her cheeks.
“I’ve always been here.” He whispered sadly.
Shame filled Caitlyn as she looked at her father. It had been too long since they had sat down together. She was often too caught up in her work, too caught up in her own emotions to remember her father was also grieving. Was also navigating existence without the love of his life.
Caitlyn dropped her gaze and her father gave her a soft smile.
“She always loved those songs.” He murmured as he entered the room. He came to sit beside her at the piano, running his fingers over the keys, but never playing a note.
“I remember how she would sit and watch you play, even as you stumbled over keys in the beginning. She loved seeing you create such beautiful pieces.”
He nudged her playfully.
“What was that last song you played? I don't think I’ve heard that one before?”
Caitlyn blushed and looked down at her hands, shrugging. “It’s a new one, it just came to me as I was playing I guess.”
“It was beautiful. Who was it for?”
Caitlyn’s blush darkened.
A knowing smile lit his face. “It was for that Zaunite girl wasn’t it?”
Nostalgia is like a ghost: A ghost you can only see so vaguely. You can make out the outline of what you're so familiar with, yet you can't make out a vivid picture.
Nostalgia is like a ghost: A ghost that haunts you in the middle of the night, in the corner of your eye, or in the chilling breeze of wind.
You cannot make it out. You cannot go back. You are stuck with this faint imagery of what used to be so distinct.
Nostalgia is like a ghost: It will haunt you forever until you find your peace within them: within yourself. It will haunt you until you have decided they're mere memories, not ghosts.
Sometimes i think if my y/n should have a story or something when drawing them with Sun and Moon, so i recently made some writing in the form of a simple conversation for when they get interviewed for the job at the pizzaplex. I tried to show up their personality (which it's going to be like the opposite of a workaholic, something i mostly see)
So with that in mind and the fact that i'm not a writer (and i might not draw this soon), it goes a little like...
Interviewer: Tell me more about yourself, why do you want the job?
y/n: I've always been amazed by this place and i would love to expand my experience in this marvelous place! (( i need the money so i can buy unnecessary stuff online ))
Interviewer: I like your attitude, we always need to show a smile with families here at the Mega Pizzaplex. Speaking of, how good are you with kids?
y/n: I get really well with them, some even see me as a big sibling. Oh those little rascals, we sure have a connection! (( i don't hate them, but they can be really mean sometimes… they can smell insecurity ))
Interviewer: I'm glad to hear that, most people stress easily with them on busy days. Now… tell me about your skills, do you know anything about robotics?
y/n: Sure, i'm really familiar with it! I do have some years of experience on the field, especially IA, some could say i'm a master at it (( I mean, i know how to fix the wifi… and i chat a lot on character.ai, it's like, the same thing here, right? ))
Interviewer: Well… i've checked your curriculum, which seems extremely good, hell, i even ask myself why would you want a job here, some could say it's suspicious…
y/n realizes that they might have fucked it up with how much they were lying
Interviewer: But, who am i to judge? You can show up next week, we still need to see wich department you will get, so we will give you different tasks around the place to see at what you're best at. You don't mind extra hours right? Your food would be covered
y/n: (( ffuck they're going to pay me with pizza ))
Classic hero vs villain story but somewhere along the line they both realize that they are both just vigilantes fighting for different causes.they team up, fake their own deaths and debut as a duo. They share a sidekick
