Mayzie

I'm small again

Initially I planned to finish this work by the 1st of June cause in the place where I live we celebrate International Children's Day on this date, and I wanted to create something nostalgic (looks at the calendar, mmmm.. entire week later, I never meet deadlines ._.)

It's a song named "Маленький" (en. Small/Little) by the rock band Дайте танк (!) (to translate literally "Give us a tank (!)")

The lyrics in English doesn't have a rhyme, but I hope it's understandable

(Definitely not me trying to convince the Internet that Mistral is real, and he's Morro's cat)

Damn it, why Tumblr allows only 30 tags? (._.)

Я снова маленький

Изначально я планировала закончить эту работу к первому июня, потому что в месте, где я живу, мы празднуем День Защиты Детей в эту дату, и я хотела сделать что-то навевающее ностальгию (смотрит на календарь, мммм... На целую неделю позже, я никогда не успеваю в срок ._.)

Эта песня называется "Маленький" группы Дайте танк (!)

(Точно не я пытаюсь убедить интернет, что Мистраль существует и является котом Морро)

?? Like brother, do you go to the locations beforehand just to set up the magic???

?? Like brother, do you go to the locations beforehand just to set up the magic???

A silly idea based on that one tweet from Tommy Andreasen, because I need more of Kai and Nya as kids :P

No crisis. No missions. The noodle shop closed for the day.

Skylor just coming over to hang out because she can. Zane cooks her dinner and she plays video games with Cole and Kai and she makes bracelets with Lloyd and she yaps with Nya and Jay as they invent and oughhhhh :((((

Kai asking her to stay the night because it’s gotten late and the monastery is far from her apartment and he wants her to be safe. :(( Her falling asleep on the couch next to him as they sit together and the entire team all piling into the family room and sleeping on/around the couches together :(

Here I am yet again with season finale aftermath fic, because it’s my favorite thing to write about and we, um….could’ve used some more of it, after that one.

Anyways full disclosure this is straight-up angst that takes a hard left turn into sap somewhere along the way, and I’m posting with less edits than I want but it is laTE so! Here is my take on some Zangst ™️

His hands will not stop shaking.

It’s an odd thing, a subtle, rattling kind of tremor that starts in his fingers and spreads up his arms, until he’s forced to cross his arms tightly for fear of it spreading further. It lives there, trembling in his hands the entire trek back across the snowy wilderness, through every one of his family’s stories, and only worsens as they reach the village.

Zane doesn’t understand it. He’s not supposed to shake like this.

But he doesn’t understand how the villagers can look on him in kindness, either, so his vision might simply still be frosted over.