The Dragon Prince Thoughts Season 1 Episodes 1 and 2
I was gonna post the whole season at once but by episode 2 I realized that would be way too long
Episode 1
-I misunderstood the begining for a second and I thought the elves pushed the humans to the west to protect them from the magic but now I see that they’re enemies and that makes a lot more sense
-“Take that, marshmallow monster!” Oh I already love him
-“I wasn’t scared, Bait was scared” AWWW HES SO CUTE
-The jelly tart scene reminds of the little brothers from Brave
-It’s only the first episode and someone’s already gonna die this is wack
-THE WHOLE SWORD TRAINING SCENE AND SOREN LETTING CALLUM WIN TO IMPRESS CLAUDIA BIG BROTHER ENERGYYYY
-Harrow knows he’s probably gonna die but he still tries to keep the boys happy I love him
-“Everything’s going to be fine, alright? I’m sure of it.” The fact that he has to say that clearly means everything’s NOT going to be fine
-AWW HE WANTS TO HELP TO PROTECT HIS DAD EVEN THOUGH HES NOT REALLY HIS DAD IM CRYING
-“Life is precious. Life is valuable. We take it, but we do not take it lightly.” Dang.
-ok I like Soren so far but he’s kinda being a brat about the moth like read the room nobody has time for your complaining. No offense.
-“he looked up at me and I saw the fear in his eyes” + “He didn’t do anything to me! How could I take his life?”
*ahem*
ANYWAY
Episode 2
-“Yesterday I had two eggs for breakfast and I was starving. Today I had four eggs
and I’m stuffed. So, tomorrow…”
“Three eggs! I get it!”
“I was going to say two eggs and one sausage.”
I don’t know your name but I love you random guard
-I’ve known Callum for one episode and I will already die for him
-Callum’s entire conversation with the king I wanna cry
-“The great illusion of childhood is that adults have all the power and freedom but the truth is the opposite. A child is freer than a king.”
-“Take care of your brother” STOP ITTTT
-THE HUG
-I could write a whole essay just on that two minutes
-He tripped. He was running for his life and he freaking tripped.
-“Hey you swept the leg!” BRO WHAT ARE YOU DOING RUN
-THE LETTER ROLLED OUT OF THE BAG I REPEAT THE LETTER ROLLED OUT OF THE BAG
-“I am prince Ezran.” STOPPP ITTTTTTT
-“An assassin doesn’t decide right and wrong, only life and death.”
“That was really clever but come on, really?”
I love them already
-“It’s not a good time!”
“…you mean because you’re with a girl?” HAHAHAHAHA
-Help why is Ezran so chill about this
-DID HE PUT THE LETTER BACK IN THE BAG THATS ALL I CARE ABOUT RN
-“I would rather die a king than live as a coward.” Stop because I volunteer to die for
him
-Ok I get why he’s so against dark magic and he’s valid for that but also literally what else is his plan, like yeah he’s likely to die either way but like dude we can have this argument another time
-“stubborn and ungrateful” WOAH BACK UP THAT WAS TOO FAR
-WAIT SO YOU DESTROYED THE EGG WITHOUT THOUGHT OR PERMISSION??? AND NOW MY MANS GONNA DIE FOR IT??? OH HECK NO I DONT LIKE YOU ANYMORE
-YEAH WOULD YOU VIREN??? Yeah that’s what I thought get out of my face
-I don’t blame you anymore Soren I see where you learned the attitude
-“He’s a glow toad🙄”
-YEAH YEAH COOL EGG DID HE PICK UP THE LETTER THO
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Unusual, but maybe not in a bad way
Eddie's shoes might look good, but they were never a good choice for summer rains. He kept forgetting that and letting the reality of his fashion choices hit him hard in the face. Or knees.
The bus had a moving plate in the middle that usually wasn't a problem but today wasn't usual. Today the rain was pouring and Eddie's phone was at 15% because he had been too lazy to plug it in before falling asleep. So today he had to switch seats to one next to a charging port and as he was making the short voyage, a few things aligned perfectly to make today unusual, and in a bad way.
The rotating plate was wet from the rain.
The soles of his shoes had no grip.
The bus turned left.
"Shit."
Eddie gathered himself off the wet floor, cursing his shoes, the weather, and the throbbing pain in his knee. Without looking up he fell heavily into the seat that was his destination, afraid of the amused stares he might catch. His dignity? Gone. His pants? Well, they were torn already anyway so one new hole didn't make much difference. His knee? Bleeding, apparently. As he rubbed his knees, one of his hands came out red. He groaned.
"Of fucking course." He just had to hit something sharp on the usually safe and relatively smooth surface.
When he was reaching to plug in his phone, someone grabbed the pipe just above the USB port. Eddie looked up and found a man looking down at him. He also realized the golden frames of his glasses complimented his hazelnut eyes beautifully.
"You should clean this up," the man said instead of making fun of him or asking if he was okay. No, he was holding out a packet of wet wipes like some kind of saint.
Eddie hesitated for a moment but while his dignity might be gone, the gorgeous man in front of him wasn't. He took the offered wipe.
"Thanks," he murmured, wiping the cut and the surrounding skin, cleaning off sand and blood.
The man dropped a backpack on the vacant seat next to him. Eddie eyed the pins attached to it; a couple of dinosaurs, a Hufflepuff crest, ‘protect trans kids’, and… a bisexual flag. Score.
"Pirates, Hello Kitty or dinosaurs?"
"Huh?"
"Band-aid," the man clarified, shaking a small tin can he fished out of his backpack. "I work with kids," he added like it explained everything. Well, it kind of did. Upon opening, the tin revealed an assortment of colourful band-aids.
Eddie hummed in thought, considering his choices.
"Dinosaurs."
"Good choice," the man praised with a smile, probably the same one he showed to the kids. Was he a teacher? Because suddenly all the teacher-student porn scenarios gained a new appeal. Where skimpy pencil skirts didn’t work on Eddie, a soft green jumper just might, apparently.
The man handed him a dino band-aid, apparently expecting him to apply it himself. Well, of course. They were two strangers on a bus, after all.
Disappointed, he put it on the cut, missing the amused tilt of the teacher's lips.
"Do you need anything else? I have some candy; lollipops, gummies…" The man flipped through the contents of his bag.
"Gummies?" Eddie's interest was piqued.
"They have colourful fillings and a tiny dragon on each wrapper," he advertised, offering him a small baggie to choose from. Again, his tone reminded him of an adult talking to a kid. This shouldn't be working on him as well as it was.
"Can I have two?" he asked, looking up into these stunning brown eyes. The level difference was not helping. Has he not sat down on purpose? To tower over poor Eddie's tiny metal heart?
The man smiled as he took a quick conspiratorial look around.
"You can even have three, just don't tell my kids," he whispered
"I ain't a snitch!" he assured and picked up two green candies and an orange one. Because red flavours belonged in the trash.
Or apparently in the plush mouth of a handsome stranger, since he picked one of those for himself. Maybe Eddie didn't hate them that much, after all. He could make an exception. Especially if he could taste them the fun way.
"You sure you don't want a lollipop? Water? Extra band-aid?"
Eddie shook his head adamantly but had a nagging feeling the man was stalling. His gaze dropped to the flag badge, giving him an instant shot of courage.
"Your number?"
The soft teacher's smile turned sly, and he knew he took the right step. His metal heart thumped in his chest, the sound resonating against his ribs. What a fun feeling.
"Better hurry up, my stop is next."
Eddie nearly dropped his phone in his haste to put in the string of numbers.
"What do I…?" he asked when the empty ‘name’ box stared at him from the screen.
"Steve," the man offered, just in time for the bus to stop. The doors swung open, and he was gone, but while the physical distance between them grew, Eddie now had the comfort of having him in the palm of his hand, hidden behind a number.
>> Thanks for the candy! 🖤 - Eddie
[Steddie masterpost] [Ao3] [ko-fi]
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✨ weekend wip exposure club ✨
rules: post 7 sentences/a snippet of an unfinished work
@theotherwhybietoldmeso & @killerandhealerqueen
I'm late, I'm late, I'm late. Forgive me. I was fighting demons (imposter syndrome, crippling self doubt, fatigue, and a wild pack of mental illnesses). (◕દ◕) But! I'm finally back after like three ass weeks. <( ̄︶ ̄)> So, here! A v unserious snippy from my we have to stay silly modern kidlaw au (yeah, shocker, it's them bastards again) that I've been doing sometimes on the side just for shits n giggles. 〜(꒪꒳꒪)〜
The call connected and Killer's accent crackled out of the speaker. “Law? What's up?”
“Nothing urgent. I just need to know if Eustass h—”
“Yeah, his phone’s dead again. He's in the shed. You want him?”
“What?”
“Hang on. I'll get him.”
Law pinched the bridge of his nose. Squeezed his eyes shut till he saw pinpricks. “No, I just need to know if—”
"Oi, Kid! Your boyfriend wants to speak ta ya!"
Law snapped his eyes back open and nearly crushed his phone as his hand clenched in a useless attempt to smother the speaker.
Ahead of him in the aisle, hands in his pockets, Cora stopped. His leg held out in front of him as he froze mid-stride.
Dammit.
After a beat, as if he'd been waiting for what he'd heard to start making a little more sense, Cora slowly turned on his heel. His other leg still stuck out in front of him and the hem of his heart-covered button-up twirling with him.
He stared wide-eyed at Law. The embodiment of flabbergasted. His raised boot absently clicking down on the supermarkets’ bland tiling like an accompanying exclamation point.
Dammit!
"He's not my damn boyfriend!" Eustass yelled, taking the words out of Law's mouth.
The heavy rock blasting from the shed’s stereo lowered enough in volume to not blow out Law's phone speaker and Eustass' voice dropped several octaves as he brought Killer's phone up to his ear.
“Miss me, did ya, sweetheart?”
His eyes bulging, Cora took several steps back in bewilderment and tripped over one of the restocking boxes stacked in the aisle.
"Shut up, Eustass!" Law snapped. His face igniting alongside his fury. "You're on speaker!"
There was a pause so pregnant it had reached its third trimester. Then Eustass chuckled. It had a grotesque amount of facetious glee in it.
"Am I now?"
So. That had been a mistake. But Law could only double down now.
"Behave," he said through clenched teeth. "Or I'll—"
"You'll what? Don't go making promises you can't keep, princess."
Cora toppled back over the box trying to get up and landed on his back with his legs sticking straight up.
"I'm going to—!" Catching Cora's eye from down on the floor, Law sighed. "Doesn't matter. I'll deal with you later. Cora-san wants to know if you have any dietary restrictions.”
He scrunched down into his jacket. Tense. Gritting his teeth. Law still wasn't sure how Cora had talked him into letting him come over and cook dinner. But if it had been a bad idea before, it was a horrendous one now.
Eustass Kid was an arsehole. Always had been. Always would be. Always was. There wasn't a chance in hell he could be trusted not to—
"Hold up. Cora's there?"
"Yesss," Law hissed, ready to brain him.
“Put him on then.”
“Don't tell me what to do!”
Cora looked from Law to the phone and then accepted it when Law clicked his tongue on his teeth in irration and offered it down to him.
Tagging @schwazombie (no pressure. You keep working on those kidlawgust prompts if you're still on a roll 😊) and anyone else that wants to give it a whirl ✨✨
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