"I was always told to pick my battles... Well. I'm angry, and I am picking ALL of them." - Low activity Keith Kogane from Voltron, by Aya. If I'm not here, I'm on Burnishandangels! (Don't judge me on my lack of theme, please.)
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. Ā SOULMATE STARTER PROMPTS Ā .
These prompts assume that both muses are soulmates. Ā Send Ā + [reverse] Ā Ā for our muses to switch places.
[ color ] Ā - Ā for my muse to suddenly see color when their meet your muse. [ sound ] Ā - Ā for my muse to suddenly hear sound when they meet your muse. [ voice ] Ā - Ā for my muse to be unable to speak until they meet your muse. [ music ] Ā - Ā for my muse to be unable to sing/hear music until they meet your muse. [ mark ] Ā - Ā for my muse to discover that your museās soul mark is the same as theirs. [ hide ] Ā - Ā Ā for my muse to hide their soul mark from your muse. [ nightmare ] Ā - Ā for my muse to meet your muse in their nightmares. [ dream ] Ā - Ā for my muse to meet your muse in their dreams. [ pain ] Ā - Ā for my muse to feel a sudden pain whenever your muse gets injured. [ bruises ] Ā - Ā for an injury to suddenly appear on my muse because your muse was injured. [ bloom ] Ā - Ā for flowers to bloom on my muse where your muse was injured. [ vision ] Ā - Ā for my muse to see what your muse Ā is experiencing in a vision. [ tattoo ] Ā - Ā for my muse to get a tattoo/piercing that appears on your muses body. [ countdown ] Ā - Ā for a countdown on my muses wrist to reach 0 as your muse draws near. [ touch ] Ā - Ā for my muse to be able to feel everything your muse can feel. [ written ] Ā - Ā for my muse to write something on their skin that will appear on your muses body. [ drawn ] Ā - Ā for my muse to draw something on their skin that will appear on your muses body. [ first ] Ā - Ā for my muses first words to your muse to be written on their body. [ last ]Ā Ā -Ā Ā for my muses last words to your muse to be written on their body. [ date ] Ā - Ā for the date when our muses meet to be written on their body. [ place ] Ā - Ā for the place where our muses meet to be written on their body. [ initials ] Ā - Ā for your muses initials to be written on my muses body. [ constellation ] Ā - Ā for a constellation to appear on our muses bodies as they interact. [ immortal ] Ā - Ā for my muse to always fall back into love with your muse, an immortal being, throughout each of their lifetimes. [ file ] Ā - Ā for my muse to receive a file containing all information about your muse, their soulmate. [ string ] Ā - Ā for my muse to follow the red string wrapped around their finger to your muse. [ death ] Ā - Ā for my muse to die at the same time yours does. [ protect ] Ā - Ā for my muse to know the time and cause of your muses death, and prevent it. [ failure ] Ā - Ā for my muse to now the time and cause of your muses death, and fail to prevent it.
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āI... Canāt find my sewing kit anywhere.ā And thereās a rip in his clothes. Joy.
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Send me one or more of the following:
ā I want to roleplay with you āø I want to plot with you ā¤ I want to ship with you ā„ I have roleplayed with you and it was great ā¦ I sort of secretly ship a thing with your muse(s) ā· I wish our characters were friends ā¢ I like your characters ā± I donāt like your characters ā£ I like the way you express your muse(s) ā« I donāt like the way you express your muse(s) ā¬ I feel like your characters are underdeveloped ā I donāt agree on all your headcanons ā” I agree on all your headcanons ā Your blog is one of my favs ā¦ I like seeing you on my dash āµ I donāt follow you for roleplay ā§ I wish you would notice me ā© You intimidate me āŖ You seem like a cool person āŗ Youāre hard to approach ā» I wish you werenāt so shy ā I look up to you ā I love your art ā I love the way you write * I want to learn to know you = Iām too shy to approach to you ā We should talk! ā„ Your choice what to write"
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fckin-multiā:
Someoneā¦ was here?? All the way out here? He sniffled before maneuvering himself carefully through the sharp scrap metal. He hissed as he was nicked, looking around only to see aā¦ giant metal catā¦ what theā¦
āH-hello? Iām in here!ā He called out, doing his best to make himself seen despite all the debris. Hopefully the other pilot would be able to find him in the wreckage. āPlease! I-Iām the only one left- Iām trapped in here!ā
āAlright, stay back from the door,ā said Keith. He waited a second of two for his command to be obeyed, then shoved his Bayard through the closed door, prying it open. He stopped in awe when he saw the face beyond, surprised. This was... āYouāre human...ā he said, surprised. Then, with a burst of strength, he pushed the door open enough, keeping it open with his body and gesturing for the human to come forwards. āDonāt worry. Weāll get you back to our ship. Are you hurt?ā he asked. At least the gravity was down, so Keith could just pull him along, floating in space, if he had gotten hurt and couldnāt walk.
@rebelastrum wanted a Voltron Au Adrian!
He groaned as he woke up, finding himself alone in the cabin of the spacecraft. Waitā¦ his safety belt was undone, and he was floating. His life support had activated, evident by the visor covering his face. He started to panic, seeing one of his fellow crew membersā¦ not moving. He took a moment before pushing off the wall to look at them. See if they were still alive.. but when he checked for a pulse? He found none.. his pilot was gone.
He found himself crying, bursting into tears as he tried to get as far away from the body as possible. No.. no no no.. it canāt be.. they canāt be gone.. he checked his suitās life support, finding it to be at 50%. How long had he been out..? What had even happened?
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Keith had just been flying, trying to blow off steam after an argument with one of the other paladins, when he picked up a distress signal. Immediately the anger that he had felt melted away into concern... Scanners indicated that there was a single living person on the ship. He called it in to the others, informing them that he would investigate. After cries ofĀ ābe carefulā andĀ ādonāt be an assā, he rolled his eyes, sealed his visor, and embarked onto the floating ship. āHello? Um... I got your distress signal? Iām here to help!ā he called out, a little awkwardly. There was only one person here, yes... But that didnāt mean it wasnāt a trap, especially with the faint sound of crying in the distance. Keith kept his hand on his Bayard as he approached.
@rebelastrum wanted a Voltron Au Adrian!
He groaned as he woke up, finding himself alone in the cabin of the spacecraft. Waitā¦ his safety belt was undone, and he was floating. His life support had activated, evident by the visor covering his face. He started to panic, seeing one of his fellow crew membersā¦ not moving. He took a moment before pushing off the wall to look at them. See if they were still alive.. but when he checked for a pulse? He found none.. his pilot was gone.
He found himself crying, bursting into tears as he tried to get as far away from the body as possible. No.. no no no.. it canāt be.. they canāt be gone.. he checked his suitās life support, finding it to be at 50%. How long had he been out..? What had even happened?
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"Hi."
"Hi yourself?" Well, that's a weird greeting. But Keith will honestly take any interacting with Shiro right now.
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"There is freshly baked cinnamon rolls. If you want some."
"... How many can I have...?" Keith very rarely gets freshly baked anything. It's in his nature to be certain that everyone else eats first, but you know what? For once, he can allow himself to be a little selfish and eat something. As a treat.
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"Penny for your thoughts?"
" Why do you still have pennies.... But beforehand, I was thinking about an animal rescue and how cute you'd be covered in stray cats." There would likely be a lot of stray animals on Earth that needed to be loved, after all. Keith had a big enough heart to love all of them.
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āI didnāt mean to offend.. I really didnāt- Iām just not accustomed to seeing someone so young.. it is impressive, I must admit..ā
āBeing an assassin as well.. it must be hard.. but if thatās the truth then Iām certainly happy to have you.. daddyās been strict with knights when it comes to me.. he doesnāt want his best but he wants someone who knows what theyāre doing.. heās told me as much.ā
āI only hope that youāre skilled as you say.. not that I doubt you, but.. Iāve had a few knights who have perished in my protection.. itās difficult to deal with.. I just want you to be okay.ā
Just because one didnāt meanĀ to offend, did not mean that they hadnāt. That was something Keith knew- he did it all of the time. He didnāt usually mean to offend anyone, he was just blunt and honest. Still, her statement that she wanted him to be okayĀ softened him a little. Heād never really had anyone who had wished for his well-being, just his success. āAll I can say is that I know what Iām doing,ā Keith affirmed. Words meant nothing, actions were the things that spoke the loudest. But were he to do his job properly, Miyuu would never know that she had ever been in danger to begin with. āAnd... I was worried youād be bratty or something, but even then... This job is a lot better than any of the ones Iāve had before. I liked travelling, but I also like knowing when my next meal will be.ā Knowing he has somewhere warm to sleep, that he doesnāt have to patch himself up halfhazardly if heās injured, that he has food and shelter... And purpose. These were incredible things, and that the kind had seen worth in him? Well... Keith was a fiercely loyal person. No offers of riches would cause him to turn.
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There were few things that annoyed Keith more than being judged for his height and youth, being underestimated. His grip tightened on his sword. His body tensed up and he huffed. No, he was not at all going to attack her- that would be counter to everything he was, but it still annoyed the heck out of him. āBefore I was a knight, I was an assassin,ā he informed her.Ā āI think I know my blade better than at least half of them, seeing as how I handed them their asses.ā He knocked them down but never killed anyone. The king noticed. He also noticed how small and desperate the small assassin was, and offered him a deal. A deal much better than his previous life. SoĀ āknightā he was. Besides, who better to keep assassins at bay than one who knew all of their tricks?
āI canāt say Iām not disappointed.. I really thought that daddy would have gotten me a more experienced knight.. are you good with a blade at least? Youāre newer to the knights.. right?ā
Miyuu was honestly surprised.. he seemed young to be a knight. Probably around her age or so. She hadnāt expected to be paired with someone so fresh to the palace.
@rebelastrum
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palidinusā:
For a moment, Shiro wonders if he should interrogate Keith about how heād smuggled his goods on board, but itās maybe a good thing that the idea fizzles out just as soon as it rouses itself, because itās a can of worms he doesnāt have the time nor the energy to open.
He shouldnāt. It is good. He shouldnāt challenge it.Ā
Keith has his ways. Itās better, Shiro reminds himself, to stay on the Bladeās good side, assuming it has anything to do with that or with his long standing alliance with themā he gets food, he gets to spend time with Keith, however much of it they can squeeze from the moment, and he gets to think about how glad he is he didnāt have to cook himself breakfast after all.
And Keithās purring. Keith purrs for him.Ā
Shiro follows him, understandably dazed, and, if possible, a little hungrier than heād been to start with.
Hiding food, squirreling it away... Itās a survival tactic that many people who have had nothing often keep, and Keith is no exception. He is, however, wont to share these goods with the people he loves. Meat sticks for Kosmo, handfuls of trail mix shared between he and Pidge when heās watching her work. Things like that. Sometimes, even a small fruit thrown at Lanceās head, shared in a way thatās just theirs. But just like his heart, all of it is open to Shiro. They sit cozily on his bunk and Keith heats up the buns with a small mechanism he was gifted. Two are put on plates stolen from the kitchen and handed to Shiro with a smile. And a handful of trailmix, just to make good on the promise of actual nuts. ā Itās kind of good youāre here. Between Ritzell, Ausra and Shao, I have more food than I can actually eat. But donāt tell Hunk that,ā he said, shrugging. Ritzellās cute face meant people often gave her food, Ausra could travel in time back and forth and brought him things from Earth, and Shao? Well... Krolia had called himĀ āKitā in front of her once, and now she treated him like a child. Darn motherly instincts. Still, Keith wasnāt complaining. Heād gone from having no one care about him at all to having all of these friends, and it was all, in the end, because of Shiro. He heated his own food and curled up against him, sighing contentedly. āYou can have some whenever you want. For a price, obviously.ā That price was spending time with him. No matter how many people Keith encountered, the first one, Shiro, was always the one he cared the most about.
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palidinusā:
When Shiro speaks again, itās from the corners of Keithās mouth with his left hand tangled fondly in his hair.
āSo two kisses gets me two buns. You got it.ā
One, two, not too chaste and not too bold.
Does he linger longer than he should? Of course he does. Good morning to you, too, Keith.
Totally and absolutely worth it. It feels like Keith hasnāt really seen Shiro in quite some time, even though thatās not really the case. It feels like it, though. So a few of his hoarded-away foods in exchange for eating them with the person he loves? Spending time around Shiro? Getting kisses? he lets his eyes close, letting out a content purr, and grabs Shiroās other hand to drag him off, where there are, in fact, buns a-waiting... And trail mix, and other various snacks hiding in a freezer with a baby-lock so Kosmo canāt get into them.
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āā¦ Say steamed again,ā and if love could have a bona-fide smoldering look, his face says it all. āAre you for real? And I can justā¦ have one? Or two? Like, youāre not about to tell me they donāt exist and this is all just a huge prank or something? Whereād you get them?ā
āTrade you them. One bun, one kiss.ā Seems like a good enough deal, and he knows Shiroās not the kind to just give him a quick peck and then shove the whole bun in his mouth. ... Okay, probably not. He cared more about Keith than about buns, he hoped. āAs long as Kosmo didnāt get into my mini-freezer, they exist. They were a gift from a friend I saved with the Blades.ā Not exactly PORK because the creatures were not Earth pigs, but they tasted like pulled pork, and the red ones reminded him of red bean buns but a lighter pink. He just... needed to keep Shiro from asking what they were made of.
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palidinusā:
Shiro stares, mouth slightly agape.
āWh. I. Guys, Iām HUNGRY. For food? Sustenance?ā
Keith is silent for three seconds, before he laughs. āOh. I get it... No. I literally meant I have a huge bag of trail mix. And cheese buns... Oh, and steamed buns.ā Those would have to be heated, though.
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@palidinus said "Oh yeah? Date break?"
- āUm... I donāt have dates, but I have... Other nuts?ā No, Keith is actually talking about food still, heās just unintentionally making this sound wrong.
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Music RP Asks
Send aĀ šµ for a random song from my museās playlist
Send aĀ š for a party song from my museās playlist
Send aĀ š for a song they like to have sex to
Send aĀ š„ for a song that they love
Send aĀ ā¤ļø for a love song from my museās playlist
Send aĀ š for a breakup song from my museās playlist
Send aĀ āØ for a song that reminds them of someone
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Assassin and Pirate//
Keith was an amazing assassin. Agile, fierce and deadly, he had very few people who had managed to escape him. In fact, they often did not even know they were dead until they hit the floor, and Keith moved like a shadow. He was an incredible assassinā¦ But a terrible human. This worked just fine for him- he did not like to be perceived, so he never was. He did not really speak to people, stayed away from most, and made himself scarce as soon as a mission was done, picking up the next and going. It was easier this way. People could not really point out the murderer if he did not stand out, if they had never heard him speak or seen him in public places. But Keith was more than just an assassin. He was the son of Marmoraās leader, effectively a Prince of the hidden country. And eventually, there would be no need for assassins. Eventually, they would destroy the Empire and Marmora could be a real country, instead of a rebellious stronghold hidden amidst the waves, one people spoke about confidently and not in whispers. Krolia wished that her son would be there to see it, to live a real life, without fearing a mission could go awry and she would lose him like sheād lost so many others. This assassination was small compared to what he had previously been doing. Small, but personal. Keith did not know many people, but those he did, he cared about with a fierce and almost blinding loyalty. This man was a pirate. Small time, just another crewmember on the large āAtlasā. When it came to the Blades of Marmora, the secret organization, there were two sectors. There were Keepers and Assassins. Keepers were informants first and foremost, who lived normal lives and listened to the world around them, especially when it came to missions their Assassins would take. They also carried out other tasks, like keeping the safe rooms or keeping people of interest in their sights. One such Keeper was Romelle, a dear friend of Keithās as a child. She was beautiful, chipper, and a little naĆÆve. That didnāt give this man any right to kidnap her and keep her in his basement for over a month. She escaped, but without the ceremonial blade that all Marmorans outside of their homeland carried. And he went off, likely fearing the repercussions, pretending to be the Blade of Marmora himself. Claiming himself a secret and powerful assassin, in order to terrorize people or impress them; whichever suited him. Romelle feared her weakness made her unworthy of her family. Keith, never one to bother with words, intended on bringing her back her knife. They were a family, after all. Every single Blade, in defeat or in death. She was family, she was loved and wanted, and they wanted to help her, not cast her aside. Only the Empire cast out their weak. āA small, average man. Thatās quite the downgrade for you, huh?ā said the Keeper of his safehouse when he had declared he would take the job. Keith glared, but didnāt answer. āYou know, the Spymasterās wanted us to push you a little harder,ā she said softly, buy he could see her wry smile. āHarder? I havenāt failed-ā Keith started, but she shook her head. āYour stealth and assassin skills are fine. But your personality leaves a lot to be desired, no offense.ā It didnāt matter, he still took offense. āSoļæ½ļæ½ For this mission, I have a challenge for you. Unless youāre too chicken. Then you can kill them from the shadows like a coward and never get anywhere in life,ā she shrugged, sitting back. āLeona,ā Keith grumbled, crossing his armsā¦ But he knew what she was doing. He didnāt back down, ever. That was the only reason he was not /perfect/. āNo stealthing. No magic. Charm your way onto the ship. Bet you canāt.ā āBet I CAN,ā Keith hissed, storming out. It was when he entered the bar, rowdy and filled with the crew of the Atlas, that he realized he probably shouldnāt have accepted this. Still, he steeled his nerves and walked up to the most attractive man he could find, sitting apart from the others for some reason, and softly asked āMind if I sit?ā
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