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Announcement

I know my Shiro blog has only just started a couple months ago, but I am quitting.

I haven’t lost my muse, nor is it because I don’t enjoy any of the RP’s I was doing. I loved them in fact. I still do, and feel terrible about abandoning them. 

What I don’t love is Tumblr.

First, some back story;

My first experience with Tumblr was a group of nasty people who I thought were my best friends. I met them through the South Park fandom as rp partners. 

We were super close. I even visited them where they lived. And it was fine as long as I was the “strong” one. The one that they could run to with their problems and be their crying shoulder and give advice. Except then I became super depressed. They decided I was attention seeking. Accusing me of attacking them every time I tried to communicate why I was upset because I wasn’t being empathetic enough to their anxiety and not thinking about how my concerns were affecting them. Emotionally manipulating me and gas lighting me. 

The straw that broke the camels back was them telling me essentially to stop ruining their day when I admitted I was scared because I wanted to hurt myself. 

They ran and talked smack about me to the chat of over 15 people, saying I was attacking and being mean to them, when I was at work and unable to defend myself, so when I came home and hopped online to get away from my stressful day and say hello to people I called my friends, I was attacked and chased out of the chat. 

This was almost three years ago, and I’ve had this distaste with Tumblr ever since. It took 6 months of serious cognitive therapy to heal from those people who emotionally manipulated me, and it took me even longer to be able to get back on this website and rp. And there were times I struggled with it still.

I switched fandoms. I stayed in my lane. I avoided anyone negative like the plague for my own mental health. Turns out, that was just as bad. 

Fast foreword to now;

I’ve learned in recent Voltron Interviews that the complete travesty of Season 8 is because of Tumblr. 

I loved Voltron. I don’t care that it was just a cartoon show or that with ADHD I unhealthy hyper-fixated on it. I loved it. It was my escape. It made me happy. And even though I was sad to see it end, I was ready to let it go, until we got the rushed and half-hearted season 8. A show that started so strong deserved an epic ending and instead it felt like the fandom just got shit on. And though I know part of the blame goes to the executives who kept changing the story, I now know a good portion of Voltron’s tragic failure is because of Tumblr and the Antis.

They preached violence, attacked mutual fans and voice actors, and basically disheartened JDS and LM until they didn’t want to work on Voltron anymore.

I knew about the antis, of course. Who didn’t? But I ignored it because I didn’t want to be involved in that drama. Because I thought if we ignored it the antis would go away. 

Because watching these antis was like being in that group of people again who had hurt me so much all those years ago.

That mob mentality, the preaching of actual violence, the group think, things that I see in such excess on this website, I never anticipated would lead to an actual real life consequence. And I’ve realized that staying in my lane and avoiding the antis isn’t and was never the answer. 

I tried. I tried to be over what happened to me 3 years ago. I tried to believe in the good parts of this website, and the rare few precious gems of beautiful people who can be found here. I tried to change my perception of what this website meant to me. I tried to believe that the antis would never be given so much power as to actually ruin something that I loved. 

And I know all websites have a measure of bad people/trolls/drama in it, but I feel like Tumblr’s ratio of good content vs human garbage is off the charts. I have been on many social media platforms, and RPing sites, for many years, and never have I seen so much disgusting behavior as I have since being here. 

Tumblr is literally fucking evil. 

I’ve decided that, not only is finding the rare gems of human decency not worth wading through the toxic sewer sludge that surrounds it, but the best way for me to show my dissatisfaction with this website and the violent mob mentality behavior it allows is by not supporting Tumblr and getting off of it permanently. 

If anyone knows of a good place to Roleplay, let me know. I won’t be deleting this blog, and for a few days I’ll still be checking my messages, just in case. My muse isn’t dead, and I would love to establish him somewhere in an environment that isn’t as filthy.

For now though, I’m saying good bye. I wish I could just tolerate Tumblr long enough to finish the threads I have, but I can’t. Thank you to everyone who made me feel welcome and approached me for RP’s. I know it wasn’t a long run, but you guys were awesome. You were the rare few gems I was talking about. 

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nonsexual acts of intimacy --- select from the following for my muse to respond to:

♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes ♕ : Holding hands ♖ : Having their hair washed by your muse ♗ : Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse’s lap. ♘ : Cuddling in a blanket fort ♙ : Sharing a bed ♚ : Head scratches ♛ : Sharing a dessert ♜ : Shoulder rubs ♝ : Reading a book together ♞ : Caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which) ♟ : Patching up a wound ♤ : Taking a bath together ♧ : Your muse playing with their hair ♡ : Accidentally falling asleep together ♢ : Forehead or cheek kisses ♠ : Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc. ♣ : Back scratches ♥ : Your muse crying about something ♦ : Slow dancing

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THE MEME FOR PEOPLE WHO HATE HAPPINESS.

Who doesn’t love soul-crushing angst? Send me a 💔 and I’ll generate a number, 1-75, and post a starter based on what scenario I get. 

Please note that some of these scenarios may be triggering.

Keep reading

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reasons why i am a dragon of an rper:

hoards memes and threads like treasure for centuries

vanishes for long periods until everyone believes i’ve perished

exits my cave only to rain down suffering  ( read: angst )  on those around me

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Shit I’ve said to my cat; sentence starters

“What are you doing?”

“What did you knock over?”

“Don’t eat that!”

“What’s in your mouth? What do you have in your mouth?!?”

“Plastic isn’t food.”

“How did you get up there?”

“Are you stuck? You got yourself up there, you can get down.”

“I have to pee – can you move?”

“It’s so early, please stop.”

“I haven’t seen you in hours. Where were you hiding?”

“I know you’re trying to tell me something, I just don’t know what.”

“Don’t be mean! I’m just trying to love you!”

“You’re just the cutest thing ever.”

-points to mirror-  “That’s you!”

“I’m trying to take a picture of you, please stop moving.”

“You haven’t moved in hours.”

“How can you be such a bed hog? You’re so tiny!”

“You have the cutest nose.”

“Look at those feet-ies!”

“You’re like a gargoyle up there.”

“Don’t bite me, that’s rude.”

“You look so comfortable. I wish I could be that comfortable.”

“All you do is sleep and eat. That’s the life.”

“You are so lazy. You would not survive in the wild.”

“Could you blink, or something? You’re starting to freak me out.”

“Those squirrels look like they’re doing something shifty.”

- boops nose -

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Please reblog this if it is okay to send you memes a few hours after you reblogged them. So timezones/work do not lock out some people of meme fun

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Shiro was patient. Watching Keith closely as he pressed his forehead against the canvas and struggled. And even if Keith knew Shiro would never fault him, or think lower of him, he let Keith try. Because being vulnerable, despite their history, had never been easy for either of them.

Keith managed to get a handle on it, it seemed, but Shiro knew him better than anyone. He knew when those eyes refused to meet his for longer than a split second, that Keith was hiding from him.

It hurt him to see Keith like this. It also hurt to know Keith was shutting him out. He never blamed the other. These walls had been his natural defense for his whole life. And Shiro knew there was no way of wiggling through if Keith didn't want him to.

To think Keith was that set on thinking he had to deal with whatever was causing him this much distress on his own, however... That was what hurt him the most.

"There's a mandatory meeting we've been requested to be present for," Shiro started.

They both knew that wasn't the real reason he was here. It made a good excuse for them both, however. Gave reason for him to be here and took some of the blame off Keith.

He was silent another moment, before sighing gently. "Come on. Let's go get some ice for those."

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Shiro was lucky. 

Not that he would have minded having a bunch of kids to watch over in the Black Lion cabin, it was his job after all, but not many ever registered for it. Probably because it was located far away from the area’s of general activities. Hidden through by a path through some evergreens, and surrounded on the other side by the lake. 

Still, Shiro did enjoy his quiet. 

That’s where Shiro lead Kyle. Through the path, and then across the sand towards the cabin. Keeping his hand firmly placed between Kyle’s shoulder blades until they stepped out from the underbrush. 

Stepping up on to small porch, Shiro held open the screen door. Leading into beds that were all made. It smelled a little musty, but for the most part, the inside was clean. Shiro flipped on the overhead light before offering Kyle a smile. 

“Why don’t you stay here for now?” Shiro suggested, expression kind. “You look tired.”

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An omegas purr was the sweetest sound. And the Alpha felt his chest swell with pride at the sound of it. Nothing told the other he was doing something right more than that sound.

His hand moved. Gently running through those dark locks as Keith settled on his thigh. He started to shift through his phone, only to look back down and chuckle.

"I need to have something on for when the food arrives," he said.

As Keith shifted his attention, the alpha lowered his phone. Just in time to be met with a whisper of a kiss against his mouth.

"Keith..."

It was both the most beautiful thing, and the most painful. His brows furrowed, and yet despite how he knew he should stop this, he couldn't find the strength. Tilting his head and alpha practically melting under the omegas nuzzle.

"We shouldn't have kissed," Shiro managed, but he didn't sound nearly as convinced as he had wanted too.

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The Black Paladin immediately noticed how pale Hunk was, and had enough brain power to know it wasn't good. From the cold? It must be. It was the only thing that made sense. Shiro just hadn't realized how cold it was. Probably because of his suit still protecting him from the harsh bite of the ice cave.

Silver eyes assessed the spread of Hunk's tools from his belt, before landing on the foil blanket. They needed to use that. And they should huddle together. That would conserve heat.

"Yeah, found it," Shiro replied, handing the helmet over first.

Slowly, oh so slowly, Shiro started to settle. Yelping as the pain shot through his chest. Air rushing out of him so fast that he almost collapsed. He managed, at the last second. Flopping over. His white bangs splattered to his chest from the cold sweat. Grimacing as he panted through the agony of his broken ribs.

The piercing ringing sound was loud enough that even Shiro raised his hand to his right ear. Blocking the sound of it as Hunk yanked his helmet off just as fast as he put it on. And he didn't lower it until Hunk shut it off. Furrowing his brows and frowning deeply down at the helmet in the others lap.

"We need," a wheeze, "a plan."

Hunk was a step ahead of him. And Shiro marveled at the other as he flipped his helmet and turned it into a distress beacon. It truly was brilliant. The things that Hunk could do with his hands were just as amazing as what Pidge could do with software. Often, Shiro found himself in awe in the Yellow and Green Paladins. The way they could manipulate machinery and technology so well was almost as magic to him as everything Altean.

"Good job," he managed, smiling.

The relief of having a way of reaching the castle did not last long.

Silver eyes shifted as Hunk brought up his leg, and then narrowed. AS if, at first, he wasn't sure if what he was seeing was really happening. It was hard in the dim lighting, but it was there. The tell tale sign of bulging armor that meant something was either really broken or really wrong.

Bracing himself, Shiro moved. Managed to get back on his knees. Blinked through the pain until he was closer to Hunk's leg. And he reached carefully. Helping Hunk pull off the plates as carefully as he could. Muttering a soft, "sorry," whenever his touches caused that terrible sound of muffled pain.

The under suite peeled away, and Shiro swallowed the taste of something bitter in the back of his throat.

His jaw clenched, looking over the dark canvas of bruises and crimson blood trapped under skin. Pausing at the misshapen lump that was obviously from the shattered bone. Felt a surge of adrenaline as fear squeezed his insides. Making it even *more* impossible to breathe.

This was bad. Really bad.

"Okay," Shiro managed. It was no good to panic, and he could tell Hunk was on the verge of it. Panicking would only make it worse. And it wouldn't help them solve the problem. They had to focus. "It's okay, Hunk," a pause so he could force a painful sounding breath. "We'll figure it out."

His eyes searched the leg again. Mind trying desperately to race. To find the solution. But he felt like he was grasping at frayed ropes with the fog. He grit his teeth. 

Focus.

"We need to stop the bleeding."

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Keith misunderstood him, and Shiro found his smile stretching. A little amused by him, but also, excited.

"You're right," he said. "That's why I'll have to be your wings."

His feathers ruffled and shifted under those fingers as Shiro reached out. Placing his hands on scaly skin softly. Pulling the other to him. "You can get on my back, and I'll carry you."

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The lead in his stomach turned to ice when she turned to look at him. Making a soft gasp in the back of his throat. 

When the beam moved, Hayley shifted out from underneath, and Shiro let it drop. Grunting in relief as tight muscles in shoulders protested being forced to take so much weight. And then he was moving, silver eyes jumping over her body and assessing the broken bones and every blister. Feeling the restless and desperate rake of claws in his back. 

He was running out of time.

“It’s just me,” he said as he urged his arms underneath her Not wanting to startle her too much. “I’m going to carry you.”

And even if his back was already tired and angry, he heaved. Pulling her weight against his chest and picking her up. Almost cradling her. He knew it had to hurt, and his heart ached for her. Shiro didn’t see any other choice. 

When the communicator beeped in his ear, Shiro grit his teeth and started moving. Trying not to jostle Hayley too much as he half jogged back to the vehicle. 

“I’m coming now,” he informed Coran. “Get a gurny ready. Hayley is hurt. Tell the MFE’s to return to Atlas immediately.” 

Angst please!

My muse is curled in a ball on the ground, screaming in pain and calling out for help. Your muse comes to the rescue.

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A mission gone wrong. All it took was one wrong move and an explosion coming too soon for Hayley to be separated from all the others. The Galra outpost was supposed to be a simple takedown; stealth fly in, plant and set a small bomb that was highly radioactive, and get out so she wouldn’t get caught in the blast.

Unfortunately the young pilot was caught off guard which made stealth impossible after the bomb was set. She had been too cocky on the ground. The timer was set incorrectly and the bomb went off early. So instead of being safely outside the particle barrier Hayley was stuck. The outpost was destroyed, the soldiers and sentries destroyed, and the MFE stealth pilot caught near the center of destruction with a broken leg.

“Can anyone hear me?” There was no response on the other end. “Please.. I got caught in the blast. I don’t think I’ll get out of here unscathed if I get out at all.” The radiation put off from the blast was in high concentration in this area. She could already feel her skin burning unbearably, causing her to scream in agony. “Help, please!”

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It was meant to be playful as the two of them head for their shared shower.

Keith was beautiful naked. It was hard to keep his hands off the lithe body of his lover. So to put that firm and unsuspecting ass in front of him had been a temptation he couldn't resist.

He certainly didn't expect Keith to like it. Shiro couldn't say that he was complaining though either.

Shiro looped his arm around the other and pulled that body into his. Metal hand infinitely gentle as it stroked up Keith's stomach and chest. Flesh one groping and teasing the flesh he had just smacked; palm still tingling slightly.

"Like that, huh?" He purred, nuzzling his nose into dark hair. Breathing in the scent of him. Voice full of grit as it caressed Keith's ear. And he pressed a soft kiss to the side of his neck.

He started to walk them backwards. Back towards the bed. They still had time before they had to go.

🖐 ((I couldn't resist xD))

Send ✋ to my muse’s reaction to your muse suddenly spanking them!

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Keith’s eyes went wide, lips parted, forming a mute “o”. His skin was tingling, and a weak sparkle slid up on his spine, then down, pooling at certain points of his body. His fingers curled into fists.

“Harder,” he growled.

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reblog if you’re 25+ and still roleplay; or if you believe older muns have a place in the rpc and shouldn’t be told to give it up when they turn 30. 

i received this anon & i just want to make a point. 

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The whole plate of snickerdoodles? Oh my god shiro is gonna have such a tummy ache

Yup, but hey, when their Hunk's irresistible snickerdoodle cookies, it's totally worth it.

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There is a plate of snickerdoodle cookies and a note on them for Shiro in a familiar scrawled writing. - 'Happy birthday, Shiro!'

Shiro was a strong man. A man who was even able to resist Zarkon every time he tried to steal Black from him.

Except, this was Hunk’s hand writing. Hunk was a phenomenal cook. And he was staring into the sweet temptation of cinnamon, sugar, and warmth of a freshly baked plate-full of heavenly sin. 

How could he resist that? 

Needless to say, that plate was definitely cookie-less in the morning.  

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(I didn't know it was Shiro's b-day.) "Happy birthday! From the baby and myself. I got you cake!"

Shiro’s eyes definitely lit up the second Mizuko walked approached him with a cake in her hands. And his smile was just as radiant. “Thank you,” he replied, before leaning in to give the cake a curious gaze. “That looks delicious.”