I find it hilarious how similar Lance and Silver look. They both have red spiky hair and their skin tones are about the same. In some versions Lance and Silver both have gray eyes too. Nobody is gonna believe Silver’s ass is adopted. They just think Silver is Lance’s secret love child and the adoption is a cover story.
Or even funnier, after the adoption when Lance informs the press about his new son, he’s vague enough in what he says that everyone assumes Silver is Lance’s bio kid that he only recently found out about.
Lance says things like “his previous guardians were unfit, once I was made aware of Silver’s deficient living situation I took him in” and “I’m happy to be a father” and “I ask you to give my son privacy” and such. Not mentioning Silver isn’t his blood son because that is not important, family is who you choose. Lance does not realize that most of Kanto and Johto does not think that way lmao. Thus the secret love child assumption continues.
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headcanons for my fellow dad!lance enjoyers:
when silver first starts training at the dragons den lance gets worried abt his Obvious malnourishment but can't convince silver to let him give him smth to eat. he offered to take silver out to lunch once and silver just stared at him before running away
so he has to get creative
he ends up giving sneasel whenever they're at the dragons den and out of silver's sight non-perishable foods that are in unopened packages.
silver thinks sneasel stole these. but ends up eating them anyway because he just wants food arceus damn it
After a while Lance builds enough trust with Silver to go "hey there's a guest room in my house. If you wanna use it."
Silver refuses at first but Lance manages to wear him down. Success! Lance has managed to aquire a traumatized malnourished 12 year old with c-ptsd! Wahoo!
Lance managed to find sneaky roundabout ways to get Silver to take care of himself after a while. "Ah Silver we were supposed to have a party at the league but we had to cancel and can't reschedule so now I have this massive platter of fresh fruit and nobody wants to eat it :((. If you want some go ahead and take it otherwise I'll have to throw it out" (there was never gonna be a party Lance just wants Silver to eat more fruit)
Lance also does stuff like subtly do bonding exercises with his pokemon in front of Silver to display how you're supposed to treat pokemon. Because he knows that Silver is trying to improve but doesn't know how. So he figured that Silver, being a child, would soak that up like a sponge
this works extremely well :))
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Whoever came up with the term ‘draining your social batteries’ was one hundred percent correct, because that’s the exact feeling. Keith feels like he’s physically dragging himself down the dark hallways of the castle, like his duracells are barely puttering along enough to get him back to his room.
God, Keith fucking hates having to go to diplomatic missions alone. (Well, he wasn’t really alone. But Retired Shiro is about as helpful as a rubber duck, so. He mostly just comes along so he can wear his horrible dad shirts in public and be complimented on them, and to tease Keith at every given moment.)
There is one good part about having such a draining day, though: when he finally makes it to his room, door sliding open at the press of his hand, the scent of Lance’s floral shampoo and the sound of his gentle humming is like injecting concentrated relief into his veins. Like all his batteries got zapped by Zeus himself.
It’s a great feeling, is what Keith is trying to say.
“Hi, baby,” Lance says with great amusement when Keith flops on top of him with a groan. “Long day?”
“You know it was,” Keith mutters, batting Lance’s book from his hands and securing them in Keith’s hair, face pressed into his chest and legs tangled together.
Lance takes the hint and starts carefully detangling the mess that is Keith’s helmet hair, laughing softly to himself.
“It can’t have been all bad, hm? I’m sure there were some good parts.”
The quiet, reflective optimism makes Keith smile. It’s such a Lance thing to say — to be so sure that there must have been a good side, at least some sort of silver lining.
“I guess so,” he relents. “There was this pretty interesting tour of their history museum in the beginning. You know how the Floxions have all those freckles?”
“They’re the pink ones, yeah?”
“Yep.”
“Then yes, I know.”
Keith shudders as Lance runs his nails through a particularly sensitive part of his scalp. “Well, they have this belief that each of the marks is a place where they were kissed by a lover in a past life. I thought that was kinda cute.”
“Huh.”
Lance pulls his hands away, making Keith open his eyes and pout at him in protest, because hey. He had a hard day. He deserves to be petted.
But Lance doesn’t notice — he’s busy looking down at his bare legs, pulling down the waistband of his shorts slightly the glance at his hip. Then he tilts his head down to his chest. Finally he looks back at Keith, brows raised playfully.
“You were a fuckin’ horndog in our last life, then, babe. I have freckles all over.”
And then he bursts into giggles, covering his mouth with his hand and scrunching his face so hard Keith can barely see the brown of his eyes.
It’s a joke. Lance is teasing him, poking fun at the way Keith likes to kiss him all over and mark him up when they make love. This is nothing new, really, nothing he hasn’t heard a thousand times before.
But that’s not why Keith’s mouth has gone dry, or why he stares at his lover in a quiet sort of awe. It’s that Lance heard about marks from a past life, of the imprints a lover might make on your soul, and he didn’t even hesitate before thinking of Keith. Didn’t consider any other option, exhaust any other possibility — he was as sure as the day is long that his soul is entwined, unquestionably, with Keith’s. As if they have been each other’s since the dawn of time, in every life, in every way.
“I love you,” Keith says, a little helplessly. It doesn’t feel like enough. How can three little words capture the intensity he’s feeling in his chest, his throat, his lungs? How can eight letters convey the desperate kind of devotion that burns through his veins? How could any combination of sounds ever be enough to press the all consuming fire that burns for Lance, in every one of Keith’s cells, in the very molecules that make him?
It’s not enough. It will never be enough.
But Lance seems to understand, anyway.
“I know,” he says cheekily. “You’ve apparently been showing me for dozens of lifetimes, to cover me in marks this much.”
Keith snorts, settling on Lance’s thighs and pushing him back on the bed, grinning as Lance’s breath catches slightly. He leans down to press a lingering kiss to the juncture of Lance’s neck, and then another, and another and another and another, kissing down his shoulders and collarbone until Lance finally gasps, hands gripping the fabric of Keith’s shirt.
“When I’m done with you tonight, your next life will have more marks than clear skin.”
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Hey! My name's Ethan! I'm @little-druddigon 's bestest buddy and junior Johto champion! (After what happened to Red, sitting champion has to be a legal adult but! I still get the title!)
OOC: Heyyyy, Ace/Kishin again with best frival buddy Eth!
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Without warning or explanation here are my omegaverse headcannons for the x men (and brotherhood) with my own x men cannon.
X-men
Scott: omega, i don't think any one's going to argue with me on this, the mans never fucked anything he's always been fucked and he enjoys it.
Jean: alpha again I don't expect any arguments on this but she is power incarnated so...
Logan: alpha, this I do expect some arguments on, I've seen you guys head cannon him as a spitfire omega, but really he's just a short alpha who enjoys getting his ass fucked sometimes.
Xavier: omega but he's not happy about it, he's fine with omegas as long as he isn't one of them.
Rogue: alpha.
Storm: alpha. (It's not my fault most of the x men women give off big dick energy 😤)
Jubilee:beta but it's hard to tell sometimes.
Roberto:beta but he's a bottom.
Gambit: beta or an alpha who would totally let rogue fuck him if she wanted to.
Morph:.. I don't know actually? Like they can probably change it? Its probably what ever they currently feel like but I feel like the lean towards beta/alpha? Maybe they were more omega leaning before sinister but I imagine the need to feel more powerful and incontrol would lead them to be more gaurded
Warren: omega, but the public doesn't know because his dad is omegaphobic and he can't let the board know an omega will inherent the company.
Bobby: ... I'm leaning towards alpha.
Todd (Taod): beta with a scent disorder related to his mutation.
Beast: the sweetest well mannered alpha you have ever met.
Kurt: omega, he likes a good cuddle pile and a nest, him, Warren and Scott get together for a nice snuggle and morph comes along sometimes if they feel up for it, probably more often after sinister.
Kitty: beta.
Brotherhood
Magneto: omega as well, things didn't work out with Xavier because of Xaviers internationalized omegaphobia.
Pietro (quick silver): omega he's not thrilled but it does explain some things.
Wanda: alpha who is intensely protective of her brother.
Lance(avalanche): alpha.
Fred (blob): beta as well him and Todd hang out while everyone else is busy with gender things.
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