#project borealis

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WE'RE NOT IN PERIL, WE ARE IN APOCA-LOVE

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3/34: Rose Lalonde

[hualianschild]

fake idgafer i saw you crying over the fact that you didn't get to see the northern lights

[moonflwrmade]

[karter-callingkard]

Here's a cozy winter shop background I made for @dukemz Text Adventure game!

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I'm Here, My Friend stimboard ( self indulgent ) x / x / x x / x / x x / x / x

tumblr keeps destroying my gif quality im so sorry

[acgames]

I feel I really need to sit and sort out the plotline to my fan story. There's a lot of things I want to reflect, but I also do not want to skip all around the place because there are so many characters who have to have their stories explored.

Also I need to keep up in mind my stories are strongly related to main modern day stories of Unity and Syndicate (my desire to write stories started by making James and Natalie modern day protags of these games) and I am searching ways maybe to tie James and Natalie's story to modern Black Flag and Rogue settings.

If ubisoft didn't give me modern protag for these games, I'll make my own

[sora227]

Starry Borealis; Prologue: Escape to the Day/Light

Running. That’s all Hoshino Ichika’s ever known.��

Whether slipping away on the cracks of her cottage’s floor to hopefully not get caught watching whatever constellation is displayed on the night sky, or running to hope her cousins don’t cause trouble and burn something again, she’s used to it. She was the fastest in her family, she could sprint away, like a shooting star soaring across the sky. So she wasn’t expecting this to be hard. But it was. Not like she can look back though.

She ran and ran away from her old house. She never considered it home anyways. She was sick of staying inside, secluded and only able to see the sky and the river and the snow from the window or when she sneaks out. She knows her family won’t miss her, they never paid attention to her and kept her stuck inside in her room. 

But the problem was, it was hard for her. Not only did her legs burn and burn, but she’s running the risk of getting caught. The Aoyagi kingdom is strict with everything. And Ichika wants to run away. There’ll probably be knights near the border to the enemy kingdom, the Tenmas, so that no one can trespass.

But she’s faster.

She stops for a split second, her throat burning. Panting, she looks up at the stars. Head more east. She starts walking, the snow crunching under her boots. Crack. Crack. She looks at her compass. Correct. She’s going the right way.

Ichika tries her best to make as little noise as possible. But it’s impossible in these conditions. Her heart is pounding in her ears. Ow. Ouch. Her hands are frozen ice cubes, and she can barely feel her feet. Cold. Her head spins around and around. A pretty carousel. It’s so tiring, she should take a na-

“You! Trespasser!” Ichika’s head swivels. A knight dressed in dark grey is running towards her. It’s one of her kingdom’s little minions. Shit. Her eyes widened, before turning around and bolting. Her thoughts start racing around like it’s the end of the world. She took a sharp turn to the right. The guard followed, behind her tail. Some animals trick their prey by running in random directions, right? Ichika did exactly that.

“Traitor!” The guard ran after. But Ichika’s not giving up. She keeps going and going. She has no choice. The ice cold wind slapped her face. The only thing keeping her going was her want. Her selfishness to just leave everything she hated behind. Goodbye, cruel world! She slips and leaves and runs and runs till she can’t see anything anymore. And by then the knight was gone.

Sighing, she rubs her eyes. It is strangely warm, like a stove heating up. It stained her back and it was… comforting. Oddly enough. She stopped to catch her breath. In. Out. In. Out. Many people would find this method of relaxation consoling; she never did. Until now. She wiped some sweat off of her forehead, before turning around by instinct. Her eyes widened seeing the sight as she gasped.

A beautiful kingdom seemed to rise from the ground, with beaches and forests. The main castle, the windmills that soar through the sky, the small villages and shops scattered in a pattern. All underneath the orange sun that is setting and falling down, down. It was large, one might say larger than the Aoyagi’s kingdom. Although, the truth was that the latter was actually bigger in size- but it was high in the mountains. And yet it’s never been as beautiful as this. 

Ichika took all this in. The view was immaculate, stunning, nothing the black-haired girl had ever seen. The stars were slightly visible at the very top of the sky. Beautiful… Ichika knows she’ll never experience this again. But she sighs, and continues walking, much more calm now.

A wonderous start for the beginning of an unforgettable adventure.

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Author's Notes: so.. uh... someone very specific said I should totally write about this au, so why not..? yeah. it's the beginning of something. ichika main character vibes. yeah! didn't do above extra tags cause it's not necessary for this. anyways, enjoy !!

[tsukinoki]

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IT'S DONE!! come check it out !!!!!!

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I’ll off myself

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Stanford Gleeful for @anthropomimus !

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[bluerosefox]

Summoning the Summoner

Another summoning/long lost family au but with twist!

So Damian and his class are at Gotham museum for a small field trip for a school project. Thing is none of them knew until it was too late that the new museum curator was part of a cult that had plans to kidnap and sacrifice this class of kids for some ancient god/deity/spirit.

Damian barely manages to send a message to one of his brothers and to the cave before being knocked out when he sees his classmates dropping from knocknout gas.

When he wakes up the preparations for the sacrifice are almost ready. Damian being the most prominent person in the class is going to be the one chosen first. He is then taken to the alter and it begins after the whole villain speech. Damian does manage to get out of his bindings and tries to fight back, does lead them on a merry little chase to get more time for his family to come, nothing to Robiny though, but is forcibly restrained again.

Just as they bring Damian back to the alter none of them notice, or rather, care that Damian was bleeding from getting hit when they recaptured him. None of them notice when the blood dropped from his chin onto the summoning circle because the Batclan (any) just dropped into the room.

They did notice however when the summoning circle started glowing beneath them however.

And none of the cultists had time to finish the summoning chant.

Meaning the summoning circle was not under their control.

And before any of them could do anything, they are all ripped away from the Mortal Realm and everyone, Damian, his class, the cultists, and the Batfam in the room are pulled into the Infinite Realms.

They are no longer in the warehouse they were about to be sacrificed in but in a throne room. Surrounded by glowing floating people and some don't even look human.

And sitting on the throne was a teenager with a shoulder wrapped cape made of stars and galaxies, a crown of ice, stars, and aurora borealis lights shifting in between them, about Damian's age, with white hair and glowing green eyes who looked rather shocked.

The reason? Both him and Damian shared the same face.

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Danny was annoyed as heck.

Ever since his crowning it was like every magic user from legendary to mediocre got a notice that a new Infinite Realms King had been crowned and that gave them the go ahead and try to freaking Summon him!

Luckily refusing a summons was well within Danny's Ghost King rights, he's King now he does what he wants (Sam's wise words), and the only summonings Danny answered were his friends and family (Dani is such a troll with it though, butttttt it does get him out of those annoying meetings sometimes and they get to hang out wherever she decided to stop at), sometimes he'd answer the odd teenage morons just to scare them (it's always fun)

Although there were a few summonings outside of that, that he had answered. Thankfully he could sense what kind of summoner was summoning him and intent was always a huge thing. And those that didn't feel like insane fruitloops well... Danny's curiosity often took over.

So imagine his annoyance when he felt another summon happening in the middle of a meeting with his council. But also imagine his surprise when the normally tight demands on the summoning wasn't there...

That meant...

Oh Danny was going to have a lot of fun with this.

This meant they summoning but don't have control on which way the summoning was going to go. Meaning, Danny could reverse summon them to him instead.

With a wide grin he instantly waved his hand and the meeting room shifted to his throne room, might as well pull out all the stops and play the "Big Bag Ghost King"

He could see his council (and good friends and allies) raise their eyebrows at him or tilt their heads but could also sense the attempted summonings power of him and knew he had something planned.

With a short laugh, Danny raised his hand, grasped on the invisible summoning line, and pulled.

Now he was expecting a good amount of people, the summoning felt large so that normally meant cultists but he was expecting so many! Heck some looked to be teenagers his age, and a few oddly dressed people besides the cultists! Oh boy did that mean sacrifices?! Well he'll be happy to put those cultists in their place if that was the case.

But first, find the summoner. Separate them from the group and -

Oh... why... why does he have Danny's face?!

Danny took a quick look at the normally invisible to everyone but him Summoning line and almost choked when he saw it was a sibling line, a blood sibling line.

[noughticalcrossings]

Borealis

In 1845, two Royal Navy ships and two Aerial Corps dragon crews left England in an attempt to finally discover a navigable passage through the Arctic. In 1847, Captain James Fitzjames struggles to shield his dragon from the fallout of a failing Expedition. In 1849, at a meeting of the Admirals of the Air, Captain James Fitzjames of Her Majesty's Dragon Aurora recounts the events of the disastrous Franklin Expedition to determine if he will be court-martialed for the loss of HMD Ulysses with all hands aboard. The truth lies lost on the ice, somewhere in the middle.

A Temeraire Universe Fusion for my first Terror Big Bang written by the incomparable @revolutionarygold who has been a delight to work with

Go read it here and then return for the last image, as it is a spoiler and a tad distressing if you don’t like looking at corpses

[glow-worms-are-believers]

Living off the (Si)grid (dp x dc)

Sigrid does not remember how long they have been waiting for someone to come but as time went on and Sigrid was still captive, it seemed as if they had truly been forgotten by all.

A failed experiment that had been left unfinished in the lab, nothing more than a project. And Sigrid had grown colder, their blue skin hardening like ice. And yet, even as the temperature drops and drops, their breath never clouds.

Dead things do not breathe and Sigrid is ice and snow, desolate and forgotten.

"Hello?" A voice says.

At first Sigrid believes they have imagined it.

"Is anyone here?" The voice sounds again.

Sigrid lifts their head, looking beyond the bars, the electrified door of their cells and searches for the voice's owner.

"Hey," Sigrid hears and then there is a floating figure, with snow hair and aurora eyes. Their chest tightens in familiarity.

"Hi." Sigrid has believed they'd forgotten how to speak but here they are, mouth and tongue working as they've done before.

"What's your name?" the boreal figure asks. "I'm Phantom."

That is a hero name, and Sigrid should give their own hero name in return but they do not feel like 'Icemaiden' any longer.

"Sigrid," they answer.

"You got ice powers, don't you? I can feel it." The figure floats down and approached Sigrid's cell, who tenses at the approach. "It's ok, I have ice powers too." Then, Phantom opens their palm and in it forms a crystallized ice drop.

Sigrid's eyes are wide open as they leaned in towards the ice, forgetting amidst the awe about the electrical barrier separating them.

The shock is painful and tears a cry out of them.

Immediately, Phantom is by their side as if no barriers can stop them, "Are you ok?" the borealis child asks and Sigrid blinks, but before they can answer, the ice child continues, worriedly. "I'll get you out right now."

Then Phantom is out of the cell, and is plunging a hand in the console in front of the cell. The constant buzz fades out and replacing it is a blessed sound of silence.

"You're free. Sorry, I should've started with that," the aurora child says, bashfully.

Sigrid looks out and cannot see the tell-tale shimmer of a force-field. Hesitantly, they take a step out and then another and another and they're out.

"I'm free," Sigrid repeats, hardly believing it. Phantom gives them a slight shy smile and Sigrid can not stop themselves from embracing the child. "Thank you." Their voice trembles and the sincerity in the words is unmistakable.

Softly, the child's arms come to rest on Sigrid's back in a gentle embrace.

This must be a dream, Sigrid thinks. If it is, they don't want to wake up.

[asherbakugou]

Your First Kiss

Jiang Kai | Kai Kalama (She/They)

Reader was sat on the floor of her apartment, leaning back against Kai's legs as he flipped through channels on the tv. They had a new sketch due in two days, so they were hoping for inspiration.

The parameters for the project were pretty simple; primary color (red, yellow, blue), one accent color (gold or silver), and female model.

Above her, Kai suddenly leaned over them to look in their eyes, "What if you did something based of Azula? You know, from Avatar. She's got red and gold in her design doesn't she?"

Blinking, Reader turned it over in her mind before nodding. Focusing back on him, she was unsurprised to find his gaze on their lips. Doing their best to not let him know that they saw his gaze, they spoke, "That's good. She does have red, though its more maroon but I can tweak the colors a bit to fit the parameters. Thank you, Kai."

He flushed, leaning back as Reader fought to hide a wider smile. For nearly three months, since they'd begun hanging out, she'd noticed how his eyes constantly strayed to their lips or how focused he'd get whenever they spoke. It was sweet, and was defintely not helping their crush. So today, they decided to do something about it.

Later, after dinner, Kai was at the door preparing to leave. "Well, I guess I should leave a pretty person all alone in their apartment to work on their project." He winked making Reader laugh.

"Kai . . ." Reader trailed off, summoning all of their confidence. "Tell me if you don't want this."

"What–"

Cupping his face, Reader pulled him down a little as they reached up a bit to press a kiss against his lips. Their lips slotted together perfectly, fitting like puzzle pieces. The kiss only lasted for a few seconds, as Kai had frozen in shock.

"Sorry. I thought–"

Kai interrupted her this time, slamming their lips back together as he pushed her against the wall beside the door, hands falling to their hips as Reader wrapped their arms around his neck to keep him close.

Reader couldn't help but notice that he tasted like cinnamon, likely from the gum he loved to chew on all the time. Kai noticed how Reader tasted like the fruity wine they'd had with dinner and nearly moaned at the taste.

Pulling away, but not pulling apart completely, he pressed their heads together. "So, can I take you on a date?"

"Time, date, and place?"

"Next Saturaday, 7, and you'll see."

"I'll see you then, Kalama," Reader teased, seperating. Kai obediantly stepped outside, reverantly touching his lips when the doors closed.

Zane Julien (She/Her)

Zane mediatated peacefully to the quiet sounds of Reader painting, her playlist, and the soft humming. He felt at peace in the whirlwind that was her studio, eventually opening his eyes to see what she was painting.

It was the Aurora Borealis, with a wolf pack tilting their heads back to howl in unison. He was amazed by the motion you'd managed to capture in the painting.

"It looks incredible," Zane complimented, startling Reader into nearly dropping her palette.

"Oh shit!" He was quick to catch it, much to her relief. "Oh thank the dragons. Thank you for the compliment, and the catch."

"Do not thank me, it was my fault for startling you."

"You still caught it for me. So I'm going to thank you. Thank you Zane," Reader stated, smiling as she took the palette back.

Zane smiled softly, starstruck as she turned back to the painting. Standing just behind her, he remembered something Nya had said he should do, based on his feelings and how Reader acted around him.

'Ask permission to kiss her, then take her on a date. But don't push her.'

"Reader," Zane said, quickly catching her attention. She turned to him, setting her pallette down to give him her full attention. "I have a question, but I do not wish for you to feel pressured."

"I wouldn't let myself he forced into anything," Reader agreed, tilting her head.

"Of course." Zane hesitated, stepping closer, flustering her. "May I . . . May I kiss you, Reader?"

Reader seemed to freeze, soft lips parting in surprise. After waiting for nearly thirty seconds, Zane was disappointed by the lack of answer but took it in stride. "I apologize, I did not—"

"Was my asking an issue?"

"No, no!" Reader interrupted, waving her hands around. "You don't need to apologize! I was just surprised! Promise! You're not normally so outspoken, so . . ."

"Just a surprise."

"You still have not answered the question," Zane noted, tilting his head slightly. Blushing, Reader ducked her head down in emberresment.

"I-yes. Yes, you can . . . you can kiss me," Reader whispered, standing a little taller as Zane stepped into their space.

Slowly he pressed their lips together, not wanting to rush and accidentally hurt her. The kiss was soft, chaste and made Reader pleasantly cold as Zane felt his core warm in pleasure. Pulling away, he found his own smile widening when he saw Reader looking at him with a wide smile of their own.

"May I take you out? On a date?"

"Y-yes! Yes!"

"Then tomorrow? At 7?"

"Perfect."

"I shall pick you up then," Zane decided, still smiling. Giggling Reader stepped into his space to sink into a hug.

"I can't wait."

Cole Brookstone (They/Them)

The stars were bright as Reader and Cole laid in a grassy meadow Cole had taken them too. Head resting on Cole's stomach, Reader had a surprisingly good view of Cole's reaction every time he spoke lowly, in order to keep the peace of course.

Tonight was Ninjagos Festival of Stars, recently adopted from the Serpentine but neither of them were fans of large crowds and wanted to see the stars and fireworks alone. So Reader had packed a nighttime picnic, with Cole hovering over their shoulder in anticipation.

Mooncakes, Star shaped iced cookies, and multiple blackberry flavored treats. They'd also brought along their starry night themed drink, with blueberries, bananas, and kiwi syrups to make it a stunning array of colors.

Cole had, of course, nearly devoured his portion in a half hour as Reader talked about their day, and some issues they'd noticed recently, eating far slower.

"So, what made you invite me out to watch the stars? Is it just 'cause ya knew I'd bring ya food?" Reader asked, without opening their eyes.

"What, no! All of the others wanted to go to the festival and celebrate, but I wasn't in the mood to celebrate. I'd rather hang out with you," Cole admitted.

"Really? Me? Mr. Ninja wants to hang out with an uninteresting civilian?"

"Your not uninteresting, which I'm not sure is a word by the way. Your just . . . You're normal, and I need that in my life. And you're fun in a different way."

"Well, thank you for the compliment. Any specific reason you don't like festivals? Or is it private?"

Cole knew that all he had to say was that it was private and he would drop it, but he wanted to share. "My mom used to take me out to festivals all the time when I was younger. She had a piggy bank specifically for those days that I could add change too. It was my money to use to do whatever I wanted with during the festival. When she died, I stopped going. It doesn't feel the same anymore."

Reader was silent, thinking. "When I lost my parents, I no longer thought it was worth it. To live. It took me three years to truly start enjoying the world and some days its still hard." Glancing up, they met eyes. "If you ever decided you want to try, I'd be happy to take you. We could make it a date."

"A date?" Cole sat up, worrying Reader who sat up as well.

"It doesn't . . . have to be a date. Not if you don't want it to be."

"Well, what if I want it to be a date?"

Reader smiled, leaning closer as their eyes flicked towards Cole's lips. "I'd like that."

Smiling softly, Cole and Reader leaned closer together until their lips were barely a centimeter apart. "Would you be upset if I kissed you?" Cole asked, trying to hide his nerves.

"Not at all."

Grinning, Cole eagerly pressed their lips together, twisting until he was hovering over Reader. Fingers wove into his black hair, tugging him closer to them as they made out beneath the stars.

Cole eventually forced himself to pull out of their hold, lips glistening and red as he panted. Reader was not much better, shirt having ridden up at some point. "Well . . . that was not what how I thought tonight would turn out," Cole admitted with a goofy grin.

Reader laughed, eyes bright. "So, we still on for that date?"

"Absolutely."

Jay Walker (She/her)

Lightning flashed across the sky, followed closely by the crack of thunder, making Reader groan. She and Jay were both caught in the rain, having been taking a short break from working on one of his older Mechs.

"Well, this sucks," Reader grumbled, huddling beneath the glass cover of a bus station as Jay watched the lightning sparking in the sky with a strange sort of awe and reverance. Nudging him, she broke the spell cast by the bright flashes. "Everything ok, sparky?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah. Just, ehehe, get a little excited during thunderstorms," Jay explained, allowing a spark to flit through his fingers in demonstration.

"That's . . ." Reader trailed off as lightning struck again, highlighting the sharp angular, boyish features Jay had, bringing out his freckles and auburn hair. "That's pretty cool. Don't think I'll ever get used to people fighting with elements though."

"Seriously? You've hung out with Nya for years, how is it still so weird!"

"I don't know! It just is!"

"Maybe you're the weirdo."

"Huh," Reader gasped, as if truly offended. Grabbing their imaginary pearls, she draped herself across the bench. "To slay me with such cruel words, oh how I die. Must this be the way death comes for me."

Jay laughed, plopping down behind her so she could rest her head on his thighs. He smiled down at her, trying hard to keep his blush down, and failing miserably.

"You're turning pink," Reader mused, poking his cheek as her eyes sparkled with mischief. "Is it because you've fallen for my beauty?"

Jay felt his lips twitch downwards when he heard the sarcasm. He was far less oblivious than people thought and he'd realized a while back that Reader did not think themselves pretty. Just . . . Average.

"Would that . . . be bad?"

Readers smile fell as she stared up at him in shock, "Jay . . ."

"I really want to kiss you."

"Then do it."

Leaning down, she reached up, meeting him in the middle. Neither noticed how the lightning seemed to cover the sky, with barely a secons between the flashes. They were too focused on the press of their lips, on memorizing how the others face felt beneath their fingertips.

Pulling away, Reader giggled, quickly joined by Jay. Their was no real reason to laugh but she was happy and so was he.

"So when can I take you on a date, Mr. Blue Ninja?" Reader asked, laughing at the look he gave her.

"Hey! I'm supposed to ask you out!"

"Too late." He tried to sulk but another kiss had him relaxing into a giddy smile. "Fine. I'll go out on a date with you."

"I'll plan a good date, scouts honor."

"You've never been a scout!"

"Oops."

Lloyd Garmadon (She/her)

Reader was happily pressed against Lloyd's side as they walked, liking the comfort of his arm draped over her shoulder. They'd gone windowshopping in the nearby mall for her hour break and were finishing up to walk back, not that Rufus would mind all that much if she was a few minutes late.

"Ooh, look at that," Reader said, pointing to a shoe store. In the display window were Ninja-themed shoes, with Lloyd's being the most prominent.

Lloyd saw what she was looking at and groaned, cheeks flushing, "Please tell me you're not going to buy those. They're like 100$."

Reader pouted, looking up at him with puppy dog eyes, "But I thought you liked seeing me in your merch?" She'd noticed it a few weeks ago when she'd worn a green ninja shirt, seen how wide his eyes had gotten and how stuttery and blushy he'd gotten.

Just like right now.

"Wh‐well, of course, but still . . ." Lloyd trailed off, looking away to hide his face.

Giggling, Reader patted his bicep, pleased at the feel of muscle beneath the long sleeved shirt he wore. "I'm kidding, sweets. They're cute, but too expensive for my taste. Besides, I'd look better in one of the Green Ninja sweaters that one store was selling."

Somehow, Lloyd's blush darkened as he whined, "Reader."

"Lloyd," Reader cooed, delighting even further in his blush.

Suddenly, looking past him she spotted Ryker, very obviously looking around for someone. In a heartbeat their eyes met and he started towards her, making her freak out slightly.

"Lloyd."

He immediatley caught the change in her voice and followed her eyes to see where she was looking. Seeing Ryker, he cussed and pulled her towards a hallway between stores to try and hide.

"He already saw me," Reader admitted nervously. Lloyd watched the entrance, tense, as Reader tried to think up a plan.

Grabbing his shirt, she tugged him close until he was pressing her against the wall. Gaping down at her, he seemed frozen in place.

"Trust me?" Reader asked softly, eyes wide. Lloyd nodded, softening marginally.

"Of course."

Leaning up, she pressed their lips together making Lloyd freeze for only a second before he leaned into it. He gently cupped her cheek, keeping the kiss soft and slow as her own hands found their way into soft golden-blond hair.

Neither noticed when Ryker found them, nor when he realized just who was kissing Reader. Furious the man turned away and fled, stomping away as they stayed pressed together.

"So, sweets, when do you plan on taking me out?" Reader asked, breathless. Lloyd stared down at her, emerald eyes alight with awe.

"Friday, at 6. We're going somewhere fancy," Lloyd decided, smiling widely.

Reader giggled, using her grip on his head to tug him back down into a kiss, "Sounds good to me."

Morro (She/Her)

Morro was passed out on Readers couch, sleeping off the inherent exhaustion that came from his longer missions. She was curled against the side pressed against the couch, watching a movie on low so she wouldn't wake him.

Head resting on his shoulder, with his arm loosely wrapped around her side she couldn't help but blush, thinking about what people would say if they saw their position. It was intimate, even for friends. Her face had been warm the entire time they'd been cuddling, though she hoped he hadn't noticed.

Sudden movement from the hand on her hip startled her, making her glance down. Morro was rubbing at the exposed skin of her hip bone with his thumb.

"This alright?" He asked, voice a low rasp from just waking.

"Yeah," Reader mumbled, pressing her face into his chest. "Just fine. Perfect."

He chuckled, embarresing her further. They fell back into silence, though Reader's mind was running a thousand miles an hour.

"Hey, Morro?"

"Hmmm."

"Do you–" She cut herself off to sit up a bit to look him in the face. Morro's eyes were half-lidded but attentive. "Can I take you out? On-on a date?"

Morro's eyes sprang open as he gaped in shock. Fearfully, Reader began stuttering, "B-but not, not if you don't want too! Of course you don't have to agree! Just asking!" She tried to push the tears in her eyes back as Morro sat up, without saying anything.

With a gentleness few thought he was capable of, Morro rested a large hand on her cheek, forcing her to meet his dark grey-green eyes. "Can I kiss you?"

At her shocked expression, he laughed.

"Y-yeah."

Still grinning smugly, he pressed their lips together, wrapping an arm around her waist to keep her close. He barely let her come up for air before diving back in, like she was his air.

Finally he let them seperate, panting slightly, "I'm taking you out. Friday night, wear something you can walk in."

"O-okay." Eagerly she leaned back in for another kiss making his grin as he met her in the middle.

[lets-try-some-writing]

I'm having a hard time formulating this but I wanna share this small wholesome idea

*Slams hand on the white board*

Aurora Borealis

One of the things Earth do when sharing emotions or adorations to Moon

Or when she is overwhelming with love she share this beautiful lights in the sky for everyone to see 

Soundwave and Windblade: *enjoying the waves of emotions*

Everyone in Team Prime: *Looking at the Aurora Borealis* Wow this looks to beautiful 

Windblade: *Tearing up* Yes, yes it is.

Soundwave: *Nods*

Ok that's adorable thank you. I love this whole concept.

When Moon cannot come to her or when they have been apart for too long, Earth will project her adoration through the creation of light. It is strenuous for her, and so often her lights do not last long. But oftentimes, Unicron will offer his aid so that Earth may show her love.

Aurora Borealis. Her gift to her lovely Moon.

All of creation shall see her love for the guardian of her children. Every star shall know that Earth would go through black holes and fiery supernovas to ensure that her dear Moon is kept safe. Each of her offspring shall witness her devotion to the one she calls her watchful Moon. The Cybertronians present may not always understand what the lights mean, but as they stare up at them, they can feel the joy of a being far more powerful than any of them.

Soundwave and Windblade are two of the few capable of seeing the struggle Earth endures to show her dear Moon just how much she would do for him if given the chance. Even millennia after the events of the Omega Lock, those who take up residence on Moon will still revere the lights when they appear. They will know it is Mother Earth who is calling out to her other half.