#BOM Imagine

[bleh1bleh2]

When you find out your (boy)friend is planning on leaving tomorrow (and then he stupidly decides to surf the biggest wave in 30 years even though its storming)

[justsomevoltronstuff]

Hello hello!

I was wondering if you write for any of the BOM members.

If so can I get angst to fluff, Kolivan and Ulaz (separately) with a medic s/o who is a member of team voltron and they get poisoned?

If not, then Shiro, keith, and lance with the same scenario.

I do believe at this point only God knows when this ask was sent in, I'm like really bad at answering reqs in a timely manner but I think everyones aware of this at this point.

I absolutely LOVED this plot idea and may or may not be writing additional parts for the Paladins as well lol

as always, I hope you enjoy! please feel free to comment/reblog with your thoughts🫶

c/w: poison; medical facility; mentions of fighting; badly written 'fight' scene; Kolivan gets wounded in his and reader is the one wounded in Ulaz's; reader is a medic so if you don't like depictions of medical practices, even briefly, this probably isn't your fic love; Ulaz’s got out of hand and is more of a small one shot than a scenario. my bad.

dividers by @cafekitsune

For as long as you could remember, you had always wanted to be a doctor. Your dream was to help people. You'd joined the Garrison Space Program in hopes of getting the opportunity to further your knowledge in multiple areas of medicine, quickly working your way into position of field medic.

Getting the chance to actually go to space had never been in your plans, you liked having your feet on the ground, where you could be more useful. But signing up for the Garrison didn't leave you with much choice in such matters.

The mission was supposed to be straight forward and to the point, you were hardly even needed. The people in charge wanted you there for the soul purpose of logging the members vitals. Collect scientific data so that the Garrison can use it for their next generation of space suits.

You had only wished it'd been that simple.

It was difficult to tell time in space. Your easiest guesses had been the rotation of meals and when you and the other prisoners were let out to fight in the gladiator pits. You loathed the days you were meant to fight and mostly kept to yourself in order to attend to wounded prisoners best you could.

When Shiro had told you he was busting out, you hadn't even hesitated in packing up any medical scraps you had left and leaving them with your apprentice of sorts. Promising to return to free the rest of the prisoners. Neither of you wanted to leave them there, but getting both of you out would be hard enough.

Getting back to Earth proved far easier than you'd anticipated with the Galran technology. You'd tried to attend to Shiro's arm best you could while he piloted the two of you home.

Home. You honestly thought you'd never see it again.

The landing was, rough. But you'd survived, and then you'd been treated as if you were a threat. Saved by a bunch of cadets before you could be transported back to the Garrison, where you probably wouldn't have seen the light of day for a good while.

Thinking back on those early days, how you'd come to be with the Paladins of Voltron in the Castle of Lions, was almost nostalgic despite not having been so long ago.

Kolivan

Organizing some of your equipment, you tried to busy yourself to not think of the mission they were on. Trying not to get too concerned for the team you'd come to think of as your family. Trying not to think of the one you'd come to love.

Before you could spiral into worst case scenarios, the door to your clinic burst open, Keith holding it open while Antok carried an unconcious Kolivan through the threshold, gently placing him on your table.

You were in full doctor mode before he was down, already gathering up various tools to check his vitals.

"What's the situation?" You asked to no one in particular.

"I think he's been poisoned. He was grazed and just collapsed not long after."

“Are you hurt?” A quick scan told you Keith was relatively unharmed.

“No, it’s just Kolivan.”

Cursing under your breath, you started searching for the wound, making quick work of cleaning it and patching it up after pulling a blood sample from it.

"Get this to Pidge, tell her to run it with every type of poison we have, I need to know what was on that blade." Keith was out of the room before you couldn't even finish.

You prepped every antidote you had or could make, waiting to hear back from Pidge.

Satisfied with your preparation, you turned all your focus and energy to Antok, checking him over for injuries and checking his vitals until he huffed out an “I’m fine.” taking up position by the door and watching you as you began to pace, no more concerns left to keep your mind busy from your bedridden lover.

"Y/n."

Kolivan's voice was hoarse, but very much real. You felt tears spring to your eyes as you turned to look at him.

"I'm okay." He tried to sit up, stopping only due to your hand on his shoulder, pushing him back down on to the bed.

"Okay or not you're going to stay put until I say otherwise."

It wasn't much longer before Keith returned with the type of poison, and you had the antidote administered.

You watched as even Antok seemed to relax, he and Keith both leaving the infirmary to give you some space.

Kolivan watched in silence as you cleaned up your area, carefully stashing away every antidote for every poison you've ever come across or even just read about.

"I'm okay, my love." He says again.

"I know, but you're only okay because I know what I'm doing. You could have died today." You tried to keep the tears threatening to break at bay.

"But I didn't because you know what you're doing. I have nothing to fear if I have you."

You scoffed a laugh, glaring at him over your shoulder.

He just shrugged, holding open his arms for you. Crawling up onto the bed, you snuggled into his chest.

"The mission always comes first." He whispered, a reminder of the life you'd signed up for and willingly walked into the day you'd fallen for him.

"And I'm not saying it shouldn't, just that you don't have to be so reckless with your health."

"I am not reckless."

The pointed glare you shot him made him chuckle, holding you tighter.

"I'll always come back to you safe, my love."

"Safe enough at least." You grumbled, curling tighter around him, causing him to flinch slightly from pressure on his wound, and hold you tighter against him to keep you from pulling away because of it.

Ulaz

You didn’t often find yourself actually in the thick of battle unless the Castle was, but even then there was a level of safety.

Finding yourself actually on a Galra cruiser was not common for you. At least not since you escaped your prison. But you’d sworn you’d be back for the ones you left behind, and after plenty of arguing back and forth, you found yourself tagging along with the paladins to do just that.

Moving about the ship to find your way to the cells felt like second nature, you and Shiro leading the way. The operation was going smoothly up until you passed the hall you wished you could forget.

Ulaz had lived on that hall. Forth door on the left, knock twice, wait, knock twice again. It was ingrained in you, just as the safest path to it was.

You'd tried not to think of Ulaz or your time together on the ship, it was easier not to than to ponder what might've become of him. Had he been made? Would the other Blade's have gotten him out if he had? Was he even still alive?

Time wasn't a commodity you had as you found yourself in the cells, already wrapping up any wounds that needed immediate care and taking note of what could be done once back on the ship.

You'd been far too focused on assisting the wounded, you'd forgotten the dangers of mission and the fact that could easily turn into a battle.

The prisoner you were helping screamed just a moment too late and you felt searing pain as a blade made contact with your arm. You hardly had time to look at your attacker before all you saw was the back of a Galra soldier.

Breathing a weary sigh of relief, you finished your work and urged the prisoner to follow the others, before taking a quick assessment of your wound and the room around you, smiling when Ulaz dropped to his knees beside you.

"What can I do to help?" He asked earnestly, checking your wound himself.

"I think there was poison on the blade, so if I fall unconscious, get Pidge, the Green Paladin, to run a test to figure out what type, I should have the antidote-"

"Get away from them!" Ulaz grunted as he blocked Keith's attack.

"No, stop. He's not hurting me."

The Paladin's all looked at you like you were insane. "He's Galra, Y/n." Hunk stated incredulously. "You're literally bleeding."

"And he dispatched the one that made me bleed. Look I'll explain on the ship, but lets get these prisoners to safety."

Lance moved to pick you up, but Ulaz tightening his grip and standing effortlessly with you stopped him.

"Lead the way, Paladin." He said gruffly.

Somewhere between the holding cells and the lions, you lost consciousness entirely. Comforted by Ulaz’s presence and the knowledge you’d be safe as long as he had you.

“We’re just going to let him stay here? What if he’s leading them right to us?”

“He hasn’t left Y/n’s side for longer than it takes to go to the bathroom, does that really seem like someone who’d compromise them?”

“He’s Galra Keith.”

“And when have the Galra ever not been completely forthcoming with exactly how they feel about us? Face it Lance, even the Galra have emotions and aren’t all bad.”

“But he was on a Galra fleet cruiser, that’s not exactly a green flag.”

“Y/n trusts him, so we at least need to hear them out.”

“Do they always talk this much?” Ulaz whispered.

You chuckled, followed by a coughing fit. Cracking open your eyes and squinting against the bright lights of your infirmary. 

“This is mild for them.” Your voice was hoarse from lack of use. “You get used to it though.”

“Y/n!” Lance screeched, rushing to your side, shoving Ulaz away from you to check you over. “Keith, go get the others! Y/n how are you feeling? Do you need anything? What can I do to-” 

You reached your hand up, covering his mouth. “Dim the lights, they’re gonna give me a headache. And don’t shove the love of my life away from me again or I swear I’ll leave all your healing to those ten thousand year old pods. Understood?”

His eyes widened in shock, looking between you, to Ulaz, and back again.

“Love of your life?” The muffled question felt just as incredulous as it was probably supposed to sound. Pinning him with what he dubbed the ‘Mom Eyes’ he quickly moved to dim the lights. 

Ulaz returned to his spot beside you, gently pulling your hand up to his lips and kissing the back of it gently.

The other Paladins joined you, each taking turns to fill in the blanks of while you were out. Pidge informed you of the type of poison on the blade and how shocked she was that you actually had the antidote. Hunk mentioned the few survivors that have refused any type of healing, holding out for you to check them over. Finally, it was Allura that demanded to know why in the universe you thought bringing a Galra on board was a good idea. You just shrugged and shared a look with Ulaz. 

“Because we’re married.”

The room filled with various amounts of confused faces, indignant squawks –yes, squawks– and a barrage of questions sounding over top others. Your voice couldn’t be heard even if you tried to answer any of them.

Ulaz brought the room to silence with a laugh, an honest to goodness full belly laugh unlike one you’d ever imagined getting from him. He looked at you fondly, kissing the back of your hand once more before turning to your team.

He filled them in on how you’d met while you were imprisoned, how you’d come to fall in love, the ceremony of a wedding the two of you had completely alone in his quarters, and finally of how he was instrumental in yours and Shiro’s escape. He told them that neither of you had ever expected to meet again after that. War wasn’t kind on anyone, but especially not on lovers. 

When he’d been notified that there was an escape attempt happening at the cells you had been held in, he left his post to go check it out. 

“Knowing Y/n, I almost expected their return for the captives. I needed to know they were safe if it was them. I truly mean all of you no harm. I just wanted to make sure my Y/n was safe.”

“What made you break away from the Galra in the first place? It’s cool you’re in love with our Doc, but you’re still Galra, no offence.”

“I was never truly affiliated with the Galra Empire. Much like you, I seek to bring it down. I was working on the inside as a spy when I met Y/n. I am just glad they are mostly safe now. Thank you Paladins, for caring for them while I couldn’t.”

-Admin Rori💜

[chloe-skywalker]

I started watching "True Blood" on Hulu

The first season I was like WTF is going on? WTF am I watching?

Then I was like oh now it's getting really good and I looked back to see where I felt it went good and I was like oh season 2 lol.

I have fallen in love with the Eric Northman character.

I wasn't sure I was gonna like this show or have a character I really liked but Eric grew on me and I really like him.

I've been reading all the fanfiction I can find on him! I read over 600 things in day this past week tumblr gave me a badge for it lol.

I just don't know if I can wrote for him he's just so new and I love him to much at the moment.

But would anyone be interested if I wrote for him?

What about for Godric? Loved him to.

[mushed-kid]

okay klance au time

(i don’t think it counts as an au, because it’s not changing canon, its just something that could happen after canon)

warning this is long and hard to understand i cant be bothered. u either get it or you dont.

so i haven’t actually thought out all the details and stuff, this is very much just a thought i had:

It’s set after canon, aka everything stays the same. I KNOWWWW that farm lance gets a lotta hate and i get it trust me, but that also stays the same. Non-negotiable because this whole au basically built around that fact!!! so yeah suck it.

okay so everyone’s doing their thang, the paladins are growing up and like young adults, but they’re not teens anymore!

lance is at the farm, and keith works with the blade of marmora or whatever he ended up doing. i can’t remember but that’s what we’re going with. and you know there’s obviously some klance scenes in the last season and in this au that has developed as the next few years passed.

they might’ve started out hating each other and slowly getting better at standing each other, and then friendship developed into a little more, and now they’re basically dating. except they have never said that they’re dating, but neither of them wants to be with anyone else so it’s fine, they know. and they like it that way, it takes the pressure of. (everyone knows but it’s not something that’s brought up)

and anyway point is keith works in space right? and he comes back to earth often because that’s where they all meet, and they try to meet frequently. and that’s where lance lives, so why wouldn’t he? so he stays there when he visits, and it’s nice.

Lance, as always, goes hand in hand with angst. so add some of that. lance has gotten over his feelings for allura. obviously none of them have fully moved on, but with help from the others (and especially keith) he’s come to terms with that. however, that doesn’t mean it’s not constantly affecting him anymore.

he’s already lost allura, and he’s not actually dating keith, but he’s realized that he might not be as straight as he thought over the last couple years. and maybe there’s more to it than just letting keith stay at his house when he visits because he doesn’t have a house, and more because well he might be dating keith but he doesn’t know if keith considers them that. even if it feels that way sometimes

and he’s worried that it’s gonna be another allura-situation. he doesn’t want that, and keith is out in space trying to spread peace and stuff. and lance worries. lance doesn’t want to lose him before he’s even sure that he had him.

and he’s been trying to ignore that thought because everything is fine. keith wont get hurt. he knows what he’s doing and the war is over, so what’s the chances?

but then keith gets hurt.

and the whole thing basically boils down to lance going straight to proposing. because that’s just what he’s like, it has to be good, it has to be perfect. because keith deserves perfect. and it’s not like he can ask keith if they’re dating.

and this is honestly the part i haven’t thought that much about, this idea is mostly based on the setting. but im thinking he gets some help from the other’s at earth to plan it. everyone gathers at lance’s farm because that’s what they always do when they meet up. and everyone is there because keith comes back injured and stays with lance while he gets better.

and lance is nervous because what if he read all of this wrong, he did imagine the rival thing back at garrison, but the others help calm him down. and idrk how but he proposes to keith and asks him to spend their lives together and whatnot.

they have a BEAUTIFUL wedding, and the flowers that remind him of allura are all over btw. they’re in love and everyone’s happy despite it all.

yeah idrk i haven’t worked it out but i like the story. it’s based in the song Found by Dan Davidson. I think it’s cute and it fits with the farm thing. you have to listen to it to get my vision:

[miraculousbumbble]

Training

Kolivan: Having the will of a Galra is not enough to defeat a Galra. Get back up and do it again.

Keith: I'm trying

Kolivan: Trying never solved anything, doing is the only way to survive. Again.

[sim3on]

𝙋𝙍𝘼𝙉𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙊𝙇𝘿𝙀𝙍 𝘽𝙍𝙊𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙍 𝙍𝙄𝘿𝘿𝙇𝙀

WARNINGS : Reader swears once, Floyd slander, not proof read even once

NOTE FROM THE POST OFFICE : this genuinely came to me in a dream the first night i started new meds and it made me wake up in a panic at four in the morning and wrote down some key pieces of dialogue and then i knocked out for another six hours

You were going to blame Ace for this whole mess. If it wasn't for him forcing the rest of you first-years to play Truth or Dare, none of this would have happened. Sure, maybe you could have turned down the dare but that would be a massive hit to your ego. But as you sat in front of Riddle on the train on the way home, you couldn't help but feel the anxiety start to settle in.

All of this could horribly backfire on you, and was a hit to your ego really worth a loss of dignity? You could back out at the expense of your ego, but you'd still have your dignity, if you went through with the dare, your ego would be fine but your dignity and possibly your relationship with your brother would be at stake.

Just as you were about to message Ace privately to call off the dare, Ace messaged you first, and in the first-year group chat. You'd definitely be teased if you called off the dare in front of the other first years.

You read over the message again, and then again, and again. You could nearly hear his irritating voice asking, "Are you about to chicken out, (Name)?" Him and his infuriating, teasing voice.

You sighed and pressed record, "Hey, Riddle?"

Riddle glanced up at you from his book, and raised an eyebrow, "Hm? Everything alright?"

You lightly scratched over your eyebrow, a nervous tic you had picked up as a child that you still did now, years later, "Yeah, it's just that, I think I like someone."

He blinked owlishly, "Oh," He looked like he wanted to say something else. After what felt like a minute of silence (that was only really like twenty seconds), he spoke again, "Okay. Is it one of the first years?"

"Ah, no. Um-" You were going to fucking murder Ace, "It's Floyd actually."

Riddle stuttered something before taking a deep breath and trying again, "Like, Floyd... The Leech one?"

You nodded and watch as your older brother visibly deflated and slapped one of his hands on his forehead. He looked at you, "Are you serious?" You smiled awkwardly and nodded. "By the great seven..."

You send the video to the first-year group chat before pressing record again. It's silent for a moment and you watch as Riddle slowly turns red. He looks at the passing scenery and then back to you, "Floyd?" You nodded and he let out a shaky sigh, "Why?"

You couldn't think of a single positive trait that Floyd has, "Well, he's like... charming and-"

"He's not." Riddle repeated the two words while shaking his head, "He's really not."

"In his own way-!"

"Still no, (Name)." He was trying really hard to control his anger if the twitching eyebrow and the colour of his face were anything to go by.

You stop recording as Riddle stops talking. You send the second video to the group chat and read through the reactions.

Ace was in disbelief at the fact that you actually did it which you thought was odd as he was the one that had dared you. Epel and Deuce were losing their minds, one commending you for what you did and the other telling you you were stupid.

Neither Jack nor Sebek reacted to the first video but reacted to you calling Floyd charming. Jack said that calling Floyd charming was like calling Leona productive, while Sebek called you the stupidest human ever.

Yuu still hadn't reacted, much to your grave disappointment.

You snap a discreet photo of Riddle who looked like he was in mourning. His elbows were on his knees, and his face was buried deep in his hands, looking off into space with a haunted expression on his face.

He looked like that one picture of the guy on the chair that the Ignihyde Prefect liked to use as a reaction image.

You press record again and nudge Riddle's leg with your own foot, "You okay?"

He started grumbling to himself, "It could be so much worse. It could be-" He looked deep in thought before shaking his head quickly, "No, it really could not be worse. Floyd Leech of all people..."

Suddenly he straightened up, eyes blazing with renewed vigour, "(Name), I genuinely hear people talk about how beautiful you are all the time," Well, that was news to you, "Do you know how constantly uncomfortable I am because I hear how 'handsome', and 'cute' you are all the time. You could probably get anyone in our entire school, and you choose him?"

"Well, I didn't really choose him..." You grumbled out. It was true, you hadn't been the one to choose which guy you were going to have a fictional crush on, Ace did that.

He sunk into himself and placed a hand on his chin. You giggled, "Well, he's not that bad. I think you're overreacting!" You watched as the anger returned to him, but maybe he had finally started learning to regulate his emotions because all that came out was a disappointed and strangled calling of your name.

Perhaps he was tired of arguing about it. You stopped recording and sent the video to the group chat. The video was met with as much glee as the previous one had.

The conversation in the group chat eventually drifted from you and Riddle to the plans that the others had for winter break. Occasionally you would steal glances at Riddle who hadn't moved in nearly fifteen minutes. He was sitting with a hand covering his mouth, book forgotten on his lap, and tears in his eyes. You took a photo and sent it to the group chat, the first message being from Sebek remarking that 'it was pathetic watching housewarden Rosehearts go through the five stages of grief.'

As the train pulls into the train station Riddle sighs, "(Name)." he looks at you, "You can do so much better than Floyd."

You purses your lips and nodded. Obviously, you knew that, you didn't even have a crush on the guy, you were just doing this for a dare.

"But, I trust your judgement, and if he makes you genuinely happy, I say you," He stopped talking and sighed, as if it was tough for him to even say, "I say you should go for it. I won't tell mother because I know how she can get when it comes to other people."

Oh. That was... very sweet of him. He obviously didn't like Floyd and neither did you really, but the fact that he was willing to set his own feelings aside because of your potential interest in someone was kind of him.

And you hadn't even thought about how your mother might have reacted if she found out you had a crush on someone she hadn't approved yet. Especially if she invited Floyd over and found out that he was like... That.

"Thank you, Riddle." Perhaps you would save the explanation of the dare for the last day of winter break. That way, the anger and humiliation he felt would be fresh and he might just punish Ace the first day back. That would be delightful.

[bombuni]

We’re almost at 1k!! (Insane) and I’m thinking of writing something smutty in celebration. These are some things in my drafts but if u have smth else u wanna see, lmk!! :3

[manawari]

Y'all what if the cranks are like the zombies/ppl who caught the Mad Human Disease from Happiness where some of them can turn to normal if they held onto something to ground them from turning into a bloodthirsty monster.

Imagine Newt!!!!!!

[danielnelsen]

severe weather warning for the nsw coast tomorrow (friday 5th april): heavy rain (100-200mm along most of the coast, possibly 300 in the south), flash flooding, and specifically life threatening floods south of the blue mountains. wind will be heavy and could reach 90km/h in the city

rain’s already bad in the north but is moving south; it’ll get heavy overnight but worse throughout the day tomorrow and through to saturday

check the warnings for your area and get yourself and your house as ready as possible. if you’re in the most dangerous area (between blue mountains and narooma), make sure you have plans of what to do if you have to evacuate NOW if you don’t already; don’t wait until it gets bad tomorrow.

here’s the current bom warning

[hotasfahrenheit]

my queens, my heart forever ♠️👑

happy anniversary, my loves 💖

[lethiepie]

ja dizia o richas

"gringo é algo"

[bat-the-misfit]

"bad things happen to make us learn" MY ASS

the only things i learnt from all that happened to me since 2020 is that i'm unloved, unlovable, cursed, cruel for adopting stray cats and that money is more important than me having a roof over my head

[martinbythelakes]

[chloe-skywalker]

True Blood Masterlist

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Main Masterlist

By @chloe-skywalker

*= Requested

Eric Northman:

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Godric:

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[oof-i-did-it-agaaiiin]

I think Bo Burnham should pull a Tim Minchin and write an comedy stage musical I think his style of writing would work well with it

[cmurphyslaw]

I LOVE MAKING SELF INSERT OCS SO MACH ESPECIALLY WHEN THEY’RE UNREALISTIC SND CRINGE