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OOC. so. my prof literally just told the class they can make whatever they want for their compositing and editing final.

and then started playing evanescence amvs on the projector screen.

is this fucking real. am i paying 30k to make amvs.

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❉

@saltybluelion

show some skin meme - accepting.

❉ - stretching their arms up, showing their midriff

he can’t help but note how lance’s back arches as he stretches, with a soft groan. shiro watches silently as tank top slips up over a taut stomach, flat skin and firm muscle making itself known. his skin looks warm, and, god forbid he put the thought into words, inviting.

he takes another moment to admire before shaking his head softly and forcing his gaze elsewhere. no need to get caught ogling one of his teammates.

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HEADCANON;; autocorrect is the absolute bane of shiro’s existence. it ALWAYS messes with his texts.

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Show A Little Skin Meme

Send a symbol for my Muse’s reaction to yours unintentionally (?):

✤ - Moving/putting up their hair, showing off the back of their neck ✥ - Popping a button on their shirt, showing their chest / a bit of cleavage ✦ - Rolling up their sleeves to keep cool, showing off their forearms ❉ - Stretching their arms up, showing their midriff ❥ - Bending over in a short skirt / shorts / tight pants, showing off dat booty ❦ - Changing clothes facing away, showing off their back ❧ - Hiking up their skirt / pant leg, showing off some leg and/or thigh ❃ - Fighting with their belt for some reason, showing off some hip/waist ❂ - Scratching at a bug bite under their shirt, showing off their side ❁ - Wearing a top that’s too big for them, showing off their collarbone / shoulders ❀  - BONUS TOUCH EDITION: Asking your Muse to help put sun screen / lotion / medical salve on a wound anywhere else

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OOC. 8 hours of class more like plz just mercy kill me now. this is an inbox call btw. like the thing for a dad in your inbox.

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@instinctlion

“I-I don’t think I can stand. You need to go, while you still can!”

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@ardent-blaze

“Keith... what are you doing?”

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OOC. also, i updated my rules just a little to talk abt shipping. if y’all wanna give it a read, go ahead, but it’s basically just me givin all u shippers the thumbs up emoji.

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OOC. quick one-liner starter call! just to get some little things going. mutuals only, please!

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“ watch it ”

@galraan

two-word starters - not accepting.

he’s not used to sendak being around when he’s preparing for an arena gauntlet. it makes him anxious. however, it seems the commander has come to take a look at the champion, himself. shiro flexes metal fingers slowly, slinking out of the massive galra commander’s way as he comes through. though he doesn’t respond, he does let his gaze rise almost defiantly to meet sendak’s piercing, one-eyed yellow gaze.

he feels so small and vulnerable next to him, but that doesn’t mean he’ll cower like the other prisoners do.

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“ Don’t shoot! ”

@yellcwpaladin

two-word starters - not accepting

he freezes as hunk’s voice breaks through the clamor of the battle and he nearly drops the galra blaster in his hands, a weapon he’d pried from an unconscious soldier’s grip earlier on. his own arm was malfunctioning. it wouldn’t activate. bleeding, frantic, the black paladin had been slowly backed into a small control room, firing on any soldiers or drones who attempted to get in.

perhaps it’d been the panic at suddenly being far less capable of defending himself that sent him into the frenzy he’d been in, but at the desperate plea from his fellow paladin, shiro blinked, snapping back to his senses.

hunk was standing in the doorway, hands raised, and shiro… had been about to shoot him.

the weapon is hastily cast aside as shiro drops it at his feet.

“hunk, i-i…”

you’re the leader, he thinks, you need to be strong.

but hunk is strong as well, and shiro finds himself banking on that strength as his knees give out.

“i’m sorry.”

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“It was necessary.” bc I'm a slut for traitor lance

@saltybluelion

betrayal starters - not accepting

his head is racing, thoughts trying to comprehend the look on lance’s face, the bayard trained on his chest, and the wound in his side, the victim of lance’s first shot.

“why…? lance, why would you…?” he can’t quite form a full sentence, clamping his hand down over his bloody mess of a ribcage to try and stem the flow. it’s not stopping, and shiro’s well aware it won’t take long for him to black out. he glances up again to lance, vision already beginning to swim.

“how could you…?”

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OOC. i’m at school four hours before my class starts this evening. gonna work on some little hw things but i’ll also be around here, answering asks. i’m gonna put this out as a plotting call, in case anybody wants to hit up my ims and talk threading!

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OOC. alright, that was brief but i gotta mosey. school’s closin up in a few minutes and i gotta pick up the bf from work. i’ll be back on tomorrow for a bit!

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“That’s right, I lied.”

@wrathtied

betrayal starters - accepting.

his heart is racing, and his stomach twists. the sight of keith in galra armour is wrong, so very wrong.

“keith, you can’t be serious!” shiro exclaims, taking a half step toward the red paladin, hands clenching. the bayard in keith’s hand is active, and he looks ready for a fight, but shiro refuses to ignite galra tech, instead standing his ground and staring down the other in disbelief and hurt.

“i-it can’t have all been a lie! i’ve known you for years! how could you… y-you…” it hits him like a bullet through the chest. it was all fake. all the years of knowing one another… their relationship… all a lie?

“it’s not true. it can’t be true.”

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“ fuck me ”

@wrathtied

two word starters - accepting

who is he to ignore such a direct request?

metal hand closes around a fistful of dark, messy hair, and pushes down steadily, until keith’s face is level with the bed, body arched upward and legs spread to give a lewd display. god, he thinks as he glances down. keith is so gorgeous...

“don’t squirm, then.” his tone is level and soft as he reaches aside with his free hand and picks up a small container, the lid already pried off and discarded somewhere. inside is a clear salve, and shiro drags his fingers through it, spreading it across his fingers. it had been a little embarrassing at first to admit to coran that a common human need was sexual recreation, but to his credit, the older altean had an answer for everything, including lube and condoms.

the salve on his fingers tingles just slightly as he slides his middle finger over keith’s entrance, teasing the tense ring of muscle with a playful smile.

“you ready?” he asks, and although he pauses for a moment in warning, he doesn’t give keith a chance to respond before he slips that finger in, breaching the smaller paladin’s body and gently twisting and curling. keith arches under his torso, whining and mewling, and shiro’s certain he hears his name mumbled into the bedding he’s pressing keith’s face into. he chuckles at that, and slips a second finger in as a response. this one gets the red paladin’s hips twitching and rocking back into him, a keening whine coming up from below him.

“i know, keith. i know, baby, hold on.” his voice is practically a purr as he briefly slips a third finger in, giving all three a short curl before pulling them out and reaching around to palm at keith’s dick instead. he’s painfully hard in his hand, and shiro gives him a single teasing stroke. “good to know you’re enjoying yourself.”

he’s almost certain the response keith gives him is a grumbled “fuck you,” and he has to keep himself from laughing as he dips back into the salve container on the bed and gives his own aching hard-on the same treatment he’d given his fingers.

“here we go, deep breath.”

it’s a moment where time stands still, as shiro pushes in slowly, groaning at the heat and pressure. it’s overwhelming, and for a moment, he has to stop, hands trembling on keith’s hip and in his hair. then, once he’s collected himself, he moves.

he’s slow at first, but shiro knows himself well, and is fully aware how easily he gets swept away... and get swept away he does. the desperate moaning beneath him, watching keith claw at the sheets on the bed like a creature possessed... it gnaws and pushes at him until shiro is pounding into keith, one hand gripping hair tight and the other holding him up by the hips, pulling his smaller frame back to meet his thrusts.

“fuck... f-fuck, keith.” he grunts, breath coming in sharply as he moves, feeling keith tighten around him each time.

it’s keith who comes first, body going rigid for a solid thirty seconds. his shoulderblades jut out of his back, an his back arches into a delicious curve as his seed hits the sheet. he goes limp, likely expecting to be let go, but shiro chews on his lip as he moves again, eliciting an indignant noise from the paladin beneath him.

“hang on, i’m not done.” he growls, far past animalistic as he picks up the pace again, slamming into keith and delighting in the desperate wailing that meets his ears as he does. finally, finally, his orgasm sweeps him hard and shiro lets out a choked groan as he bends low over keith’s limp body and spills into him. he stays there a moment, drinking in the scent, the sensation of the entire experience, before he pulls out slowly and gently lowers keith to the bed. he drops beside him and pulls the smaller body into his arms, noting how hard keith is trembling.

“you’re okay.” shiro whispers into his hair, and he grits his teeth as he feels keith’s nails bite into his chest, clingy and overstimulated. “you’re okay. i’m here.”

it only takes a few minutes for keith to relax, and only a few more for him to doze off. shiro smiles, carding a hand through his hair lovingly and pressing a kiss to keith’s forehead before he, too, allows himself to close his eyes and relax.

he’d have to think of a way to get keith out of training, tomorrow.

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shiro welcomes the warm contact that comes from behind, strong arms finding purchase around his waist as if they were meant to fit there, and he slows his stirring only momentarily to lean back, tilting his head aside to provide room for gentle affections. it’s more than comforting to have hunk there behind him, and shiro leans back just slightly as he returns his attention to the pan.

“when we were on that last planet, there was a market. i zipped out for an afternoon and did a little bit of shopping.” he explains, expression cracking into a wider smile. “they actually had quite a few foods that were similar to ours, so i picked some stuff up. i figured it’d be a nice departure from food goo every once in a while.” a pause, as he turns in hunks grip just slightly to press his nose into the other’s jaw affectionately.

“want to help me finish cooking?”

@ironreach   ❤’d for a loving ship starter~

               Soft lips pressed against Shiro’s neck, a smile forming against the other’s skin. “What are you making?” He asked softly, resting his chin on the older Paladin’s shoulder inhaling deeply as he lazily wrapped his arms around his slim waist, folding his fingers together. Hunk chuckled when he saw the familiar colors of bell peppers being stirred in a pan. “That doesn’t look like food goo. Where’d you get those?”