#Lance's lil paw....

[vicsy]

my darling @duquesademiel tagged me to share the last line I wrote. I am in literal wip hell but here, get a lil piece of Strollonso crime au I have to update asps tbh

He slips two fingers in with ease, crooks them just right. Lance jolts, a whine escaping him, and he paws blindly at Fernando’s arm, attempting to push him away. This will do, for now.

tagging @mysticalbreadcollective @your-littlesecret @river-ocean @waddlingpenguin and anyone else who wants to try this!

[thehistorynut19]

harpocrates

Dedicated to @daigokiryu since we talk a loooot about our s/i's. I an utterly ENAMORED with Hack and Kuroro and I feel like Hack and Tea def got some shit - idk maybe they're these "rivals" or uh....

Hesitant allies? Who knows man.

Anyway enjoy imma hide

They say that older means wiser.

But older means you are older, senile, losing your sense of self and clinging on to that irrational reality that you think is real.

Perhaps they are both losing it.

Older she may be in a sense, a mother to all with a dead fish gaze of a lightpost; losing its light to time.

Younger they may be but the world had weighed down upon them with predatory gazes, unable to even lift the pen that they once used to flourish the world of ink.

It's poison to them now.

Carcinogenic fumes that buried their beloved.

A stinging, singing whip wrapped around their fist, the woman glaring at them. She thinks she knows, she claims she knows but does she?

Does she?

Does she know that agony that resounds, howls, and wishes in the dark that they make upon a starless sky because no one will fucking hear their cries?

Silenced by fate.

"Hack, that's enough, I don't want to fight you."

Hack hisses, a serpent within the grass as they raise their other fist. Flames licking at the deadly virus and ready to reach out and shoot forth-

"Stop! Please!"

The little lion cub paws at Hack's leg, having refused to transform despite his mother's state. Blunt nails digging into armor and scraping against keratin.

They don't want to kick the child but...

"Will this make you happy, Ku-san?!"

A pause, and Hack slowly feels their muscles distend upon themselves; shirking, rotting, a plague upon their bones. A heart once lost now falsely found feasting upon their own corpse.

When was the last time they had been happy?

"Will it...make you happy? Fighting?" Leoring doesn't know how to properly face the world, they know this but slowly do they bend down, the lancing whip's grace evaporating from their wrists as slowly both of their armor disintegrates

A choking, writhing, withering gasp.

"I don't know..."

Leoring slowly wraps his tiny paws around the leg of the other, "Can we stay...for a lil?" he whispers.

"Rest." A sudden shock of frigid cold to their cheek, a bottle of water in the hands of the other. Hack glances up to the tamer of beasts who gives them a silent and sweet smile. "When was the last time you had eaten, or drank something? Or even slept?" she always asks these questions to everyone, they remember her grilling her teammates with the most hideous of glares.

It's a sign she cares. when Hack no longer does.

Slowly they sit on the ground in a criss-cross position, bringing the little lion into their chest and letting out a sobbing sigh as the smell of popcorn and cotton candy and bubble gum fills their senses; it's the scent of the little kit that tries to help, purring and making biscuits against their shoulders.

"Thanks..." they hoarse murmur as they take the bottle after a moment of silence, and still has their hand stretched out as she places a wrapped rice ball into their palm to join it.

It's still warm...life put into it when they felt their own fade away.

"Do you think..." Hack murmurs as Tea sits next to them, Leoring looking up at them with wide eyes and a cock of his head.

"Do you think I'll see him again?"

"You will!"

"He's not the type to stay dead." Tea scoffs as she pulls out a blanket from her knapsack (they never figured out how the fuck she does that) and wraps it around their shoulders. "I'm sure he'll be back."

Hack doesn't speak, sipping from the bottle and munching from the wad of rice, listening absentmindedly to Leoring's little made up stories about the sun and the moon and the stars.

The silence won't kill any of them today, not until their tongues are primed for war once more.

[charlieslowartsies]

Would you mind giving me a director’s commentary on Finding Freddy? I was curious why you didn’t like that one as much.

I know I've mentioned it in passing before but yeh sure. It's a personal tale tho, not much fun haha

Finding Freddy was a strange beast for me. I went into it wanting to pull the story away from being centered around Mike and the OG 4, wanting to explore the world thru the kga lens better. I shoved the timeline 9 years.

Okay. I brought in Danny, since he was the logical choice of who Mike would trust and who I thought me and the readers would enjoy. I brought in Springtrap as a good guy, separating him from William Afton while still making it clear that wasn't going to last long, but that Springy was someone we should sympathize or even empathize with. I wanted a story of fear of the unknown.

Ghost Strings was about loss and grief. Finding Freddy was going to be about finding oneself in the darkness and being afraid of what's inside you, but also what's behind you too.

And a finger on the monkey's paw curled lmao.

At the same time, in my real life, I was in the process of moving from my childhood home. I'd lived there for about 25 years, and though old and spooky and occasionally grouchy it was a wonderful house for a kid. The joint was full of nooks, crannies, two basements, (respectively titled the Old Basement and the New Basement, despite New Basement being 25 years old in 1993 when I came along, that was just it's name by then.) It had ghosts in every corner, stairs that creaked in unison on dark nights, about 2 dozen mice and it was safe and warm and familiar to me as my own bones.

For those that know the stories well, you can see where the restaurant's descriptions came from, especially in the opening of Finding Freddy.

Well, I wrote myself right into a corner, uncertain where I wanted Danny and Mike's future to head. Danny died in a few renditions. Mike died in others. Killing them off seemed like surrendering something I didn't want to give. I stalled out on the story. We moved into our new build around June 2017, FF had begun in Feb of that year. My golden Joey died around April, he was older and it was a relief because we worried the move would stress him out. Herbie, my graduation gift in 2015, filled out and completed his training and took a lot of my spare time that art wasn't getting.

Standing in my empty room the day I dropped the keys off, which had not been empty since...forever...it ended up leaving a deeper wound that I refused to address. I called myself silly, sentimental, I shrugged. I was being stupid.

It found a way out, though, because our troubles always do.

FF languished in the word doc. I started BATIM/Make Believe around then. The FNAF games weren't as fun for me as they used to be. I loved the new house, I was so so grateful that my folks gave me the second floor of our cape cod. I cooked with my mom in a big, new kitchen with appliances that worked and breakers that didn't trip. I took care of my father and his health issues. I explored the acres of woods we moved onto.

My rabbit I had through college died the following March. Hiccup. Old time readers know that Bonnie's loyal and sometimes snotty personality came directly from Hiccup.

I subbed for my mom's school, and Hiccup died one day before I started a two month job. I wanted out of it for the first few days, I wanted time to grieve. I wasn't given it. I didn't ask, my mom refused me. "You made a promise to work there. You made a commitment."

I didn't fight her. She was right. It was just a silly pet rabbit. The world shouldn't stop for me, for something trivial. I had no energy to do free lance work, and less energy to write for a fic I couldn't enjoy.

Turns out, living with Hiccup for so many years meant I slept to his background presence. His lil bunny sounds, monching hay and digging about in his cage and cannonballing my bed in the morning to greet me.

His ambience was gone, and for 3 months I got about 3-4 hours of sleep a night until I realized the problem.

FF started to rot. Another Five Nights was tended to, sometimes. More fics worked on. FF ignored. I felt so bad. I felt tired, angry, annoyed. I missed Mike. I felt I was writing Danny all wrong. I missed the Marionette. I wondered if I had taken Springtrap from the plot too early. I questioned Afton's motives. I questioned my motives.

I missed my childhood home. I missed college. I missed going to classes and having tons of work and dreaming of being an illustrator and getting paid to do what I loved. I missed having a life for myself.

Danny was trapped in the underground. I was trapped up on the third floor, feeling like Rapunzel in her tower. (When will my life begin?)

Danny became that mouthpiece for me. If nothing else, I learned more what Danny Fitzgerald wanted, even if I didn't show it until later stories.

Finally, finally, I pulled my shit together and updated the fic. 2020. Not as long as I've let other stories sit in purgatory, but for some reason with KGA it felt more personal to me. It hurt more. I was pretty pleased with myself for pushing onward. I had concurred this dragon, I was proud of myself.

And then I got a review that asked why I had taken 2 years to update. Nothing else in that comment.

I also received other kinder comments too, but in that one moment I remember sitting there and thinking 'wow, okay. Why am I bothering with this again? Why is this hobby draining me and why am I letting it?' All I saw was the negative in that situation, which was wrong of me.

It was a lesson I needed to learn. Write for yourself. Write what you want. Damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead.

I was able to justify bringing Marion back when I saw Lefty in Pizza Sim. I was able to bring in Mangle and explain Mike's survival because she protected him. Springtrap and Afton were given an escape so they could go ahead and set up plot for Last Shift. (And then in Lies Within, too.) The Michael Afton/Michael Schmidt theory was yanked until I had two Michael's to work with. Hiccup was further immortalized into Scraptrap. Max Afton was so much fun to create and write.

But Finding Freddy never quite lived up to my expectations.

I never lived up to my expectations for the story. It was a lot of things that culminated in me carrying a grudge for the fic.

I don't really carry it heavy as I used to, time heals all wounds. But it's the problem child of the series for me. London Bridge is old and the gang wasn't realized. I could excuse LB not being a good read, but at the time I liked writing it. Devil's Spine was fun, but perhaps shouldn't have been a prequel. That was okay, because it set a lot of building blocks. And DS lead to Ghost Strings, which I loved working on.

FF I didn't like writing, and nothing excuses it. It became a chore and I felt forced to write.

But the one thing I do like about it, is that I did finish it. And that did feel good.

[the-lightning-strikes-again]

I know the purple lion/palladin would be amazing, but Lotor as black palladin? That would be very sexy of him. Imagine Black choosing him after Zarkon stolen him/died. The bayard changed for him during blood duel. Your headcanons?

Hi, anon! Thanks for the note! Yeah, it seems like Black Lion at least acknowledged Lotor in some way, for him to use that bayard. Even if that were a fluke/one-time thing, then Lotor, as a prince known for fighting alongside his soldiers in battle, commanding generals of varying personalities, being an expert pilot, and being charismatic enough to win enemies to his side, seems to have a lot of leadership qualities that Black Lion would look for.

I could see Black Lion choosing Lotor after defeating his father, but I also wonder if maybe another musical lions event would happen at an earlier time that was critical for Keith as well?

I started thinking about headcanons for a possible Black Paladin Lotor VLD remix…and ahh, got a little carried away into basically writing a story outline for it, haha:

In this AU, Keith’s reluctance to lead and his increasing interest in Blade of Marmora, along with Shiro’s clone being contaminated by Haggar’s magic, would perhaps establish why Black Lion seeks out Lotor and searches his heart as a candidate to begin with.

It could happen in a revised ending to s4, where maybe Lotor’s move to stop Keith from sacrificing himself to save others is a little more harrowing. Like say in the attempt, Keith still gets injured and Lotor’s ship is destroyed, and Zarkon’s forces are pounding down on them. So Lotor boards Black Lion in a desperate attempt to save them both from his father. Black Lion acknowledges Lotor has an interest in Saving the Whole™ in a way that Keith hadn’t grown to understand yet, so it opens its controls to him. The battle continues with Lotor shakingly at Black Lion’s controls, in the lead of Team Voltron.

Bonus if during this entire switch, the consoles to all of the Lions begin to glow brighter, because on the astral plane, the Lions are in communication with Black Lion, deliberating on the decision to accept Lotor as the new Black Paladin. They accept after Black Lion shows them that it will connect with Lotor and make him understand things too. The consoles in the Lions then return to normal, and Lotor’s spirit is locked in on the astral plane, which he feels.

Double bonus points if in this scenario, Keith is fully aware of what’s happening (maybe he just has a broken arm and leg or something), and he’s in a frazzle, trying to tell Lotor how to use the controls to get them out of there. And Lotor snaps back, also in a frazzle, “Don’t tell me how to fly.”

Triple bonus point if the other paladins are kinda freaking out that Lotor just took control of Black Lion, and that Black Lion accepted it.

“If you want to survive to argue with me, paladins of Voltron,” Lotor calls roughly through the controls, “then fight with me now against my father.”

Hunk is squeaking in shock and executive dysfunction. Pidge is flailing like, “Uh, guys??? Can he just do that??” Lance is sputtering because “Excuse me, why is HE the Black Paladin now?” Allura is very, very silent. Her father had connected her life-force to Voltron—so perhaps she felt the Lions’ debate on the astral plane. She very quietly moves to say, “Keith is injured, and we can’t lose Voltron to Zarkon. This is our only option for now.” And she demands to Lotor, “Black Lion has accepted you, which means it—” her face ticks—“trusts you in some way to get us out of here. And we’re taking on fire. We need a unified response.”  

Coran is flailing in the background on the Castle ship. Shiro is eyes narrowed, leaning forward in curiosity about this son of Zarkon.

Haggar is watching through Shiro, in shock.

Lotor reverts to his training, offering simple commands to push back his father’s forces and have the Voltron Lions rendezvous back at the Castle ship for further discussion.

Lotor had no idea how deep the well of power was within Voltron. Like, he knew this thing was a beast of a war machine, but he had no idea it was quite like this.

Lotor tiredly boards the Castle of Lions, helping a limping Keith out of Black Lion. The sight makes Hunk and Pidge hesitant to throw Lotor into the Tube of Shame. Lance and Shiro move to help Keith, who’s trying to awkwardly brush off that he just tried to commit suicide and that he has a broken arm and several sprains. Shenanigans abound.

Allura walks up to Lotor, eyeing him hard. He eyes her back. (Is this the first time he’s really seen Allura???). Bonus if he blushes holding her gaze. Just a lil.

Allura moves to demand of Lotor, “How did you manage to convince Black Lion to give you control? What did you see? What did it tell you?”

Lotor admits he intended to board Black Lion to plea for his life in exchange for information about his father, who clearly despises him. Black Lion responding to him in such a way was a complete surprise to him as well.

Keith is meanwhile getting bandaged up and is leaning against Black Lion’s paw. He’s kinda relieved he doesn’t feel the leadership bond. But he’s also relieved that Black Lion still sends him positive waves. Black Lion simply knows his heart is elsewhere and that he is a good Blade, in the way of his mother. And good leaders know resources work best where they’re happiest/most productive. Black Lion knows they will see lots of Keith yet.

Lotor sighs and offers himself up for incarceration and interrogation for how to undo the bond with Black Lion. He didn’t want to be like his father, anyway.

The fact that he rejects the legacy of his father makes Allura hesitate. She knows Black Lion wouldn’t choose someone it couldn’t trust or teach, and that its own ears had grown deaf to Zarkon. Instead of incarcerating him, Allura does demand that Lotor live up to Black Lion’s expectations, and that he accept the Castle scanning him for potential bugs or possible security breaches. Also, that he undergo the same tests she put the paladins through originally.

Black Lion often shows Lotor visions of the past—of a version of his father who once did great and protective things for the galaxy. Things that Lotor has dreamed of being able to do, and that he can do through Voltron. Lotor tries to understand what all went so wrong with his father and how he might have some things in common with this pre-corrupted version of Zarkon. He panics when he realizes that Haggar is actually a corrupted form of his true mother, and he tries to deny it.

Haggar, meanwhile, has not yet recalled her life as Honerva. She knows Voltron is still the key to opening the rift…or else that she can do something with the comet Lotor had started building ships out of…

Season 4 ends/Season 5 begins with Keith temporarily in the healing pod, and Lotor picking up the armor of the Black Paladin. There might be some form of Lion musical chairs again, unless Keith convinces Lance that being someone’s right hand also means working to ensure that the leader has his head on straight. Which, honestly, Lance might be a little over the top, but he is good at questioning stuff and was shown in s3 to admirably pick up slack where Keith flailed.

Bonus points if Lance activates that Altean broadsword again during Lotor’s training and fights him, with Lotor praising his tenacity while also schooling him on technique and strategy. This reiterates Black Lion’s judgement in naming him Black Paladin and results in Lance tentatively accepting Lotor as Black Paladin. Lotor perhaps realizes that some of the animosity has nothing to do with lions and mostly to do with Lance’s interest in Allura. He wins some favor with Lance by offering to teach him the art of the sword.

Lotor ends up sleeping in Black Lion often because he doesn’t quite trust the paladins either. Not yet. He blushies if he ends up accidentally running into a pajama-clad Allura in the middle of the night. Realizes awkwardly that the paladins call his father The Turtle, and that he himself is also afraid to take off his armored shell. Which means he is a little more like his father than he thought. But he doesn’t feel safe enough to take his armor off yet with the paladins around….until he realizes that they are not wearing armor around him at all.

Keith is easily healed in the Altean healing pod and takes up his position in the Blades full-time. The Blades and Team Voltron get closer than ever, working together most days to take down strategic Galran outposts.

Kolivan interrogates Lotor at least once.  

Hunk is probably the most diplomatic with Lotor during the initial integration phase. He asks questions about Lotor and what it was like growing up as Zarkon’s son. Lotor trusts Hunk’s opinion on most things, especially when it comes to the sensibilities of other Voltron Coalition allies. But he does rely on Hunk to help him know what’s good food, too.

The colony plot doesn’t exist in this AU, but I could see a version where maybe past!Lotor tried to help out Alteans like Bandor escaping his father’s genocides—and that the attempt to help them escape didn’t go so well. So Lotor clings hard to the concept of Black Lion giving him the chance to protect people again. Maybe in this remix, Pidge helps Lotor to hack into top-secret Galran systems that Zarkon had blocked him from. It creates the opportunity for Team Voltron to break out various Altean prisoners from Zarkon/Haggar’s clutches, who were either being harvested or forced to work for the empire in secret locations. Bonus points if Bandor was one of those prisoners who gets freed and lives to reunite with his long-lost sister. The s5 arc would therefore in part be the Voltron coalition working to actually establish a true Altean colony based off the number of prisoners they free. Allura is breaking down in happy tears that she and Coran and Lotor aren’t the only ones left.

Lotor starts piecing together that Haggar was searching all of these Alteans for information about a place called Oriande. He comes to realize that it’s a real place and encourages Team Voltron that they have to get there before Haggar does.

Lotor gets his cat back somehow. Kova probably tries to chase Allura’s mice around, resulting in shenanigans and at least one overturned table and a food goo fight. Bonus points if it ends with the mice cuddling up to Kova for warm sleepy time.

Keith’s space wolf he picks up during a Blades mission, Kosmo, ends up chasing Kova at least once.

Kova has very odd diet demands that occasionally make Team Voltron go on a side adventure to look for something. Lotor had gotten used to his generals doing this for so long but enjoys trips to the Space Mall to find toys for his kitty.

Coran and Krolia tend to mother-hen a bit more over Team Voltron during this time. Lotor finds better parental figures / role models in them. Lotor might open up to them about Haggar being Honerva.

Dayak comes to visit at least once, upset that Lotor has turned his head from the position of emperor of the Galra. She might be how Lotor gets his cat back. Dayak thinks Team Voltron is beneath Lotor but sticks around because her ultimate loyalties are to Lotor.

Lance gets Lotor into video games.

Lotor sometimes assists Keith with understanding certain odd things the Blades do as Galrans, which helps Keith rise in ranks there and continue to provide cavalry support to the Voltron Coalition.

Allura and Lotor both play in Monsters and Mana. Lotor is a bard, dumps all of his points into charisma just to see what chaos does to strategy. Keith joins in when he can, plays a princess because why not.

Lotor likes Shiro but feels there is something deeply wrong with him. He keeps information about Oriande away from Shiro, but the trip to Oriande reveals at least its location to Shiro and Haggar.

Haggar successfully reaches Oriande and passes the trials, inheriting deep knowledge. But the ancestors are silent with her and unwelcoming. Unperturbed, she then rebuilds Lotor’s fallen/abandoned ships with the comet ore, realizing how to build an anti-Voltron (the Sincline mecha). Her goal is a bigger and better mecha for Zarkon to pilot once and for all against Voltron. Because they don’t need Voltron anymore.

Being Black Paladin doesn’t mean Lotor immediately wins his way in Oriande. But he still has the Mark of the Chosen and determines that he will one day go back to finish the trials so that he can experience being connected with the ancestors.

Lotor had rather pleasantly forgotten about his old ships until he sees his designs in the risen Sincline during a battle with Zarkon. He is incredibly incensed that his father slandered his ships’ original paintjob. The paintjob honestly bothers him more for a time than the concept that Zarkon has rift technology, but he soon gets his priorities straight.

Team Voltron suffers a significant loss to Zarkon/Haggar tag-teaming Sincline. Lotor’s parents have also begun to reopen the rift, which is destroying planets and the very fabric of reality.

The Blades are called in to help.

Because Sincline is in part Lotor’s creation, the mecha has a weakness. Lotor is able to connect with it long enough to deflect some of Zarkon’s commands for it. It’s possible that a Haggar-contaminated Shiro activates at this time to try taking Black Lion back over, or to specifically unseat/injure Lotor.

Cue a major face-off again between Haggar and Allura, with Keith moving in to try and stop Shiro while Lotor desperately tries to maintain hold of Black Lion and Sincline. The entire Team Voltron spiritually works together to decouple Shiro from Haggar and to hold off Sincline long enough for other allies to arrive as backup.

Lotor’s old generals switch sides and end up helping Keith and the Blades.

Zarkon and Haggar flee, realizing that Sincline has a weakness they did not expect. A weakness they have to kill, because they’ve sensed that Lotor can and will kill them to stop them.

Haggar is unsettled because she saw in Lotor’s memories that she was actually his mother—and that he is genuinely disgusted by Haggar. This awakens a part of her entirely that not even the rift creatures/dark entities can fight.

In a symmetry to revised s3, Keith takes controls of Black Lion—which still accepts him because he’s worthy of it—to help an injured Lotor pilot to safety.

Team Voltron reconvenes in the middle of a fairly damaged galaxy, building a plan to take down Sincline before it can try opening any more rifts.

Zarkon demands that Haggar poison Sincline entirely against Lotor.

Haggar, who realizes she’s actually Honerva, starts to have significant breakdowns in trying to fulfill Zarkon’s wishes, who is her husband trying to kill her son. The more she remembers of Honerva, the stronger and more solid she becomes about who she is and how dark entities have deceived/manipulated her worst aspects. She begins to understand why the Altean ancestors had been silent with her.

Honerva realizes that Zarkon is too strongly controlled by rift creatures/dark entities, but that she’s also ruined her own chances of creating a backdoor in Sincline. Zarkon turns against her upon discovering she is no longer like him. He reaffirms that he will kill his own son to achieve supremacy, and that he will kill Haggar too if she defies him.

Honerva desperately tries to run away.  

Meanwhile, Lotor acknowledges that Shiro is perhaps in a perfect position to slip past Sincline’s defenses—having had Haggar’s magic on him and her technology—and take over the ship from the inside out.

Cue an epic battle where Zarkon loses, and where Team Voltron and Lotor win because they believe in the power of teamwork and strength in unity. This results in a battered Voltron still standing, with a battered Sincline being piloted by Shiro, who has successfully connected with Sincline. In this AU, Shiro is stronger than ever in fighting off the darkness, in a reversal to his arc as Haggar’s puppet.

Sincline has been growing increasingly sentient and recognizes Shiro as the Galra’s Champion. Sincline accepts Shiro’s command to stand down.  

Even with Zarkon killed, the rifts he opened are beginning to expand to destroy worlds, and Allura is trying to hold it off with the spiritual help of her fellow paladins.

A secondary, mysterious source kicks in to help her heal the rifts.

It’s Honerva, somewhere, trying to undo what she helped create.

Lotor remains Black Paladin post-battle and helps to redesign Sincline as part of a Defender Fleet. He helps the universe pick up the pieces as everyone limps along together toward a new era of peace and undoing the evils of the empire.

The Galra, recognizing Lotor as Zarkon’s son and as the inheritor of Black Lion, ask if he would be their new leader.

Lotor is tempted because he has always wanted the validation of such a title. But he already has a home with his found family—with the Fleet, where for once he feels like he’s where he is meant to be.

Lotor functions as Emperor Pro Tem to help ensure order through the next Kral Zera, backing Kolivan as the best possible leader. Which also opens up the Blade of Marmora as needing a new leader….which Keith has been training for…

Some Galra are disappointed that the reign of Zarkon’s lineage will be broken. But Lotor is in fact peaceful about it. He knows he’s going to be quite busy exploring and helping to defend the universe from whatever else may come, alongside the people who came to accept him as family.

He still ends up with an ambassadorial/very high official title within Galran government, gaining a greater respect for Kolivan and the ways the Blades work to unite the Galra under what their culture was before it got hijacked by Zarkon.

Keith’s actions in the final battle result in everyone else agreeing that he has achieved a level of leadership that is perfect for the Blades. Team Voltron attend the ceremony where he is named a Commander.

Lotor’s old generals receive honors and become official members of the Blades as well.

Lotor connects deeply with Allura and the Altean colony, and spends time on Earth learning about the human culture of his fellow paladins. He gets to explore, just like he always wanted to do. Team Voltron works in the aftermath of battle to assist in stamping out the Fires of Purification rebellion, rebuilding fallen worlds and their cultures, and protecting against dangerous space anomalies.

Black Lion is a happy Lion, keeping in contact with not just Keith, but also Sincline and by proxy the healed Shiro as well, as part of its own expanded Fleet. Black Lion recognizes it was built originally to protect just a galaxy—and it needs a greater Fleet for a much larger universe, working in harmony with more leaders. Black Lion can evolve and grow too, to recognize that Voltron really is stronger when it works together with others.

Lotor consistently spends quality bonding time alone with Black Lion—not because he doesn’t trust his expanded family. But because Black Lion was actually his first true friend who believed in him.

Black Lion enjoys getting washed and scrubbed. Lotor is very insistent that Black Lion be clean and sparkle like new at all times, because he recognizes he is a tenant of Black Lion and that Kova has a tendency to shed, and—“Kova, get down from the console! How many times—?”

The end!

Oh my god, this post got so long. I’m so sorry, anon. I really ran away with this prompt, oof. Thanks again for the note!

[hallucineugenics-a]

A fun lil drabble I wrote to join a RP group about a month back.  CW for toxic relationship and ab*se

The woman’s breath misted the winter air as she took it in with huge heaving gulps. It was supposed to calm her, right? Lower her heart rate, force her adrenal glands into submission, pull blood back towards her core. Homeostasis. It did not help. Not even slightly. 

She barrelled through woodlands, whipped by thicket branches and twigs alike. Skin raw from the bite of ice and raised with innumerable scrapes and cuts. The direction did not matter in this disorientating place. All that mattered was getting away. Away from that house that so groaned as a ship at sea, tortured by wave and wind and sealegs as steady as a newborn’s. Her eyes and nose ran thick with mucus as she tumbled down a rocky incline, near breaking her ankle as she righted herself with skinned palms and charging forward on the uneven ground. Everything reeked of a sickly sweet scent that so clung to the back of her throat. Hot and sticky.

“Why do you flee, my dove? JOIN ME!”

He called after her, sing song, voice reverberating from everywhere and nowhere. It bounced off trees in mockery of an echo. As if the cracked bark was so begging her to stay. To fall and to freeze before rot could claim her. It lanced through her soul and buckled her knees, lips parting to gag on an empty stomach into the slush and mud. The voice was unmistakable, warbled as it was by malice. Jonathan. She had seen his beautiful face. One that had been taken too soon by a Lycan beast. No corpse left even to mourn as the pack devoured him. Yet… here he was. Smiling, sweet, eyes glazed and fingers reaching so genty for her touch. She had followed him into the manor of ancient wood and peeling wallpaper. Followed him to sit, no matter how the dust so clogged her bleary eyes, how far she had wandered from the path, how the Lord of these parts was adored and feared in equal parts.

Jonathan had grinned then, rictus, all white teeth and black gums, hands as cold as the grave pulling her into an embrace. Her body felt as heavy as a mountain, sinking so deep into the plush settee that it devoured her. To be here with him. In this limbo. It was worth her senses as the swam and bled into one another. Only when her cheek came to rest on his own did something deep within her run cold. Where skin, soft and sparsely whiskered, should have been, did she feel the touch of cotton against her face, as if she was embracing a mannequin shrouded by cloth. His grip tightened then, painful, arms looped around her waist in a crushing hold.

“No.” Jonathan croaked. “There is no leaving this place.”

She had fled then. Her desperate escape had not even paused until now, even as her pursuer snapped hot on her heels like one of the dreaded Lycan that had culled him. It was a fatal mistake. A boot kicked her flat on her belly before great paws grappled her ankles and dragged her screaming back along the path she had created.

–

Lord Donna Beneviento sat, as she always did, knees together and heels flat against the floor as she idly stirred a sugar into a teacup. The granules dragged along the side of the porcelain vessel like sand at each scrape of the spoon. The only sound that punctuated this silence beyond the ragged breathing of her guest and Angie’s squeaking caws.

“A touch more, Anallise?”

The woman sagged and nodded slowly, dumbly, as Angie deposited another sugar cube into the beverage. This was number twenty six. Anallise, a name Angie had chosen, would never refuse. Even as it thickened to a consistency of honey, the woman would always smile, spittle running down her chin, and nod. Donna examined Anallise’s thinly boned face, searching for something, anything to suggest that this arrangement was not working. That the perfect life they had built together would come crashing down in wailing cries and maddened bloodshed. Annalise's right eye twitched and Donna felt the incredible urge to pluck it from her socket. Level the playing field so to speak. Perhaps tomorrow. Or next week. Or when Anallise would be replaced with another sorry sap who dared enter Beneviento territory. The simple truth of the matter was that Anallise was not long for this world. Might her own brain give in to the endless dosage of pollen and bless Anallise with aneurysm, ending this hideous torment sooner would be a mercy.

Donna managed a thin lipped smile, nodding, lifting the teacup for Angie to drop another sugar cube into the sandy soup. Her voice a breathy exhale as she tipped the cup to the woman’s lips, the sugar sludge slopping down Annalise's chin and darkening her filthy clothes. 

“....You are such a courteous guest.”

[my-ass-is-a-mythical-class]

fic rec thing :))))

The Message | 132k, Teen | shipstiel on ao3

(4:07) okay, but considr this, and hear me out here (4:08) so like, a photobooth u can do with ur pets like there’ll be lil costumes that u can dress them up in, and u can do liek, period costumes and shit with them (4:09) omg, can u imagine, u and ur cat/dog, and theyre in a lil 1800s dress and one of those lace umbrella things omg so cute

(4:15) Why the FUCK are you texting me at four in the morning with this

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Keith is texted by accident by some idiot one day, and honestly he's not even sure why he responds. Or why he keeps responding. Yet somehow he finds himself drawn in, and okay, so maybe this fool is mildly entertaining after all. Who would've thought.

Forsaken Paths | 4.5k, Teen |  WinterAndLittleBrunettes on ao3

Keith and Lance have been spending more time together, and Keith's noticed his feelings for the Blue Paladin have advanced beyond what teammates should be...

Does Lance feel the same way?

cant buy me love | 8k, General |  jilliancares on ao3

“Just because your teeth can’t handle doing what they’re supposed to —”

“They’re not supposed to! Popsicles aren’t meant to be bitten!”

“All food’s meant to be bitten!” Keith argued, which was absolutely wrong (uh, ever heard of soup?) but still entirely too fun to argue about.

Or:

In which Lance is an ice cream truck driver desperate to find love and Keith is a car mechanic who fixes up Lance's truck better than anyone else ever has.

Letters and Love (Shouldn't Mix) | 1k, Teen | orphan_account on ao3

Sometimes, people bottle up their feelings. Literally.

(Or, in which Lance writes down little thoughts he has about Keith and keeps them in a box where he can hide them away and not think about them. It doesn't work.)

Carpe Diems and Chrysanthemums | 14k, Teen |  Gigapoodle on ao3

Lance falls unimaginably hard for the biker boy with a black mop of hair and terrible Spanish skills. After years of rivalry, bitter acquaintanceship, and eventual friendship, the realization slaps Lance hard, hard enough to settle into his lungs and sap his life away. It's when he coughs up a petal that Lance realizes just how far gone he is.

Lance McClain decides he is going to die.

A Modern Hanahaki Disease AU.

a change of space | 1.5k, Teen |  Crawlingthroughashes on ao3

"I don't want to kiss you," Lance announces quickly, color rising high on his cheeks. "Ok." "I don't." Keith holds his hands up. "Ok." Stupid Keith.

Blue Shells and Comic Books | 70k, Teen |  SonofHades on ao3

Lance has too much time on his hands, Keith doesn't have enough. Lance leans more towards being outgoing and sociable, while Keith keeps to himself and can be mostly unpleasant. Neither think they have anything in common. What they don't realize, however, is that there happens to be a very popular graphic novel that connects them together. Lance happens to be an avid reader and Keith just happens to secretly be the author.

just come to me once | 90k, Teen |  laallomri on ao3 

Lance’s smile widens. He leans forward, and the prickling in Keith’s chest gives way to butterflies, fluttering wildly in his stomach, and oh wow has Lance always had this many freckles, has he always had eyelashes that long, has he—

Lance pokes his cheek, right over the Galra mark. Keith blinks.

“I can’t believe you and your mom have matching face tattoos now,” he says, and it’s so fucking dumb, but it’s exactly the kind of dumb thing Keith has longed to hear, and before he knows what he’s doing he’s surging forward, almost knocking Lance back against Red’s paw, and throwing his arms around him.

In which Keith lives on a space whale, goes on a road trip, and (eventually) gets a boyfriend.

every group chat needs a gryffindor jock | 66k, Teen |  ciitadel on ao3

dontfuckwith: MARINA AND THE DIAMONDS IS A HORRIBLE EXAMPLE OF POP MUSIC AND NEEDS TO DIE

Tinydick: WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY YOU LITTLE GREMLIN

Tinydick: I’LL DROP KICK YOU SO HARD YOU’LL GO FLYING INTO THE ORBIT OF FUCKING JUPITER

Tinydick: DOES EUROPA HAVE LIFE UNDER ITS SURFACE

Tinydick: WELL PIDGE IS ABOUT TO FIND OUT

Basically an au where the group meets through the wonders of mutual friends/the internet in a random group chat

Beat Drop - Klance AU | 55k, Teen |  MonsieurDandylionMethod on ao3

Keith works in Allura's flowershop. Lance takes dance lessons with Allura. Keith and Shiro go to the same gym as Lance and Allura... things get angsty and romantic and cute. Hunk owns a bakery and coffee shop. Pidge is off doing (probably illegal) computer hacking for an agency. A band called Voltron re-emerges from the past and the same four kids try out music life again. The whole VLD family ;)

There you go, ten fics at your service (:

[mizulekitten]

Bath Time

@collector-of-hats WROTE ME A CUTE LIL FICLET ABOUT KEITH AND HIS PUPPER AND ITS ADORABLE AND I”M CRYING

IS SO CUTE AND PRECIOUS AND THEY SPOIL ME ROTTEN

His wolfie is named Adjule in this cause of the wolfie cryptid in the Sahara and it’s precious aknhgsahjg

Keith stared at Adjule, eyes tracking the spots of dirt littering her fur and the hints of blood lingering near her mouth and claws. It was obvious that she needed a bath, but Keith had never actually owned a pet before, and honestly had no idea the best way to give a bath to a pet, let alone a wolf.

He tilted his head a bit, smile growling a little when she copied the motion. She deserved the best, and the best was not the things he used for his own showers. No… if he absolutely had to admit it… Lance had the best soaps.. Surely he wouldn’t mind Keith borrowing them for Adjule.. Especially if he never found out.

It was kind of fun, sneaking through the castle, ‘borrowing’ a couple of Lance’s soaps, and ‘liberating’ two of the extremely soft and fluffy towels that were for Coran’s personal use. Given how well Adjule minded, Keith didn’t think that he’d need a tub or anything like that, he was confident she would stand still and let him work her fur clean.

To be fair, Adjule stayed still until she was completely wet, then immediately shook out her fur, dousing Keith and spraying water all over the shower area. He took the first one in stride, it didn’t make sense that he’d stay completely dry doing this, so he laughed, ruffled her fur, and striped his own shirt off, draping it over a bench before turning back to Adjule just in time to for her to shake herself again.

He rubbed a hand over his wet face, and scowled. “Adjule… Stay still so I can get you clean.”

By the time he’d managed to get her to sit and stay that way, there was water all over the place and Keith’s own hair was almost wetter than her fur. But he was determined to give Adjule a bath, besides, surely she was done playing now… right?

Again, she sat nice and still while he soaped up her hind legs, and working out a large clump of dirt from her tail, when he shifted to work on her sides, she turned, smacking him square in the face with her soapy tail, before sitting again.

Grumbling, he half wiped his face with his arm and carried on, wrapping both arms around her so that he could work the soap into the fur, determined to do a good job of taking care of her. She promptly licked his face.

Sputtering, Keith wiped his face again, and soaped her up as quickly as possible. Covering her legs and paws, being careful to work each bit of dirt out of her fur as gently as he could. Adjule waited until she was reaching for more of the shampoo, before shaking herself out again, throwing foam bubbles all over the room and all over Keith.

For a minute he stood there, hands covered in soap, and dripping with water and foam, before Adjule decided she was clean enough and disappeared from the shower area completely.

“Shit… SHIT!” Keith moved to run after her, but nearly slipped on the large puddle she’d left behind before he raced out of the bathing room, uncaring for the mess on his clothes and in his hair. “Adjule!”

There was a very happy sounding bark and a high pitched squeal, that had Keith running through the halls and pausing directly in the doorway to Pidge’s workroom.

Pidge looked similar to Keith now, with bits of foam all over her face. They stared at each other as Adjule let out a happy bark and ran out of the room nearly knocking Keith over.

“S-sorry Pidge.. I’ll uh… clean it up later… gotta catch her now… uh.. Bye.” He turned and outright ran from the look of fury on Pidge’s face.

“Keith! When I catch you, I will make Kolivan’s training look like a cakewalk!”

Eager to leave both Pidge and her threats behind, he raced through the hall, following the occasional splatters of soap, and the trail of water. They led right into the communal area, and Keith braced himself to again pull her out from underneath the odd couches, one of her preferred hiding places, only to stop and stare.

Because there was Adjule, laying happily on top of the couch, rolling around on her back and rubbing her head all over what looked like a familiar lanky arm and very familiar hair…. Double shit.

“What the...quiiznak! Get her off me!”

Keith lunged to curl his fingers into Adjule’s fur and start tugging her off of Lance. “I’m.. sorry! She escaped during a bath and.. No! No, no! Get back here!”

The moment her paws were settled on the floor, she was racing for the door, mouth slightly open and her tongue hanging out of her mouth. “Keith missed her tail by inches, tripping over his own feet and face planting on the floor.

Matching groans sounded, as Keith worked himself off the floor and Lance practically fell out of the couch. Lance glared for a full ten seconds then laughed. “First bath?”

“First bath.” Honestly, Keith was relieved that Lance didn’t seem as likely as Pidge to murder him. It’d be much harder to avoid them both.

“Get out of here then, she’ll run and roll until she’s satisfied, and Allura will be pissed if she leaves water everywhere.”

With a small grimace, Keith was up and again chasing Adjule through the halls. They passed a startled Hunk, and an extremely bemused Coran before Keith finally managed to tackle her to the ground.

“No, Adjule! Sit, stay! No.. no no no.. stay!”

Finally she settled, leaning her head against him and licking at his fingers. For a minute, Keith stayed there, on the floor with Adjule half on top of him, staring at the streaks of water that were all over the hall they’d just raced down. Next time he got the bright idea to give her a bath, he was going to call in backup. Maybe.. Lance and Hunk… But first, he had to get her back to the bathing room and dry her off before…

“Keith Yorak Kogane! Why is there water everywhere?” Krolia’s voice echoed down the hall, along with muffled curses and threats from Pidge. Keith’s eyes widened, as he stared at Adjule, fear running down his spine.

Definitely calling in backup.

[bleusarcellewrites]

Blue’s Adventure

I gota new puppy, got a lil carried away and well, here’s the result! Happy new year everyone, can’t believe this is my first story of 2018 lmao.

Waking up is comfortable. Warm fuzzy surface below her chin, gentle and loving strokes on top her head with the occasional lick that has ‘momma’ written all over it.

It’s wonderful. A constant circle of feeling safe and sound.

Opening her eyes, though? Now, that’s anticlimactic.

A plain blue wall welcomes her into the world she lives in. The fun part here is that she doesn’t even know that she isn’t supposed to recognize the color itself. Or any color.

But Blue does.

Just like she recognizes the big red ball her brother keeps slamming against too, yipping and bouncing with it not even minutes after opening his own eyes. Red looks excited, small paws never still and he better get tired soon because Blue doesn’t want him to nimble on her ear like he did earlier when they woke up the first time.

Her other brother, lying lazily next to her, yawns big and loud, and snuggles closer to the yellow blanket he’s covered in. Yellow looks comfortable enough and Blue doesn’t want to bother him. She decides to look for her last sibling.

Blue finds her sister on the far corner of their space, her dark eyes staring in awe something thin and green. Blue tilts her head to the side in curiosity when her sister starts nibbling at the thing but she just shrugs in the end, thinking that if momma hasn’t step in yet then it means it’s okay.

Talking about momma.

Blue perks up when she feels the familiar nuzzle from her momma’s hug. Momma’s fur is beautiful; black and soft. Blue’s favorite place to nap is next to her, even when Red would sometimes will kick her in his sleep.

Blue blinks when Momma pokes her head firmly and she realizes that Momma has been trying to tell her something. She tells her about change, about being strong and have faith in the future.

Momma tells her that they might separate soon but that it’s nothing se should worry about yet. Blue believes her, despite the uneasy hollow feeling in her tummy.

She holds on to Momma’s words that night and the ones that follow.

Blue stares at the white fluffy thing in front of her and pats it playfully.

It wiggles and it just encourages her to play with it more.

Shiro laughs below her but Blue doesn’t pay him that much attention. She continues to play as he slowly brings her back down and hold her against his chest.

Shiro’s taking with someone, and they sound different than Allura. Curiosity gets the best of her and it makes Blue to stop biting on Shiro’s finger to turn and meet Shiro’s friend.

It’s a boy, like Shiro but tanner and softer. He has big blue eyes and Blue’s excited to see the color again after Shiro and Allura moved them from their room to another one with more space and white walls.

His name’s Lance. He say so himself as he leans down and waves at her happily.

Blue likes Lance. She shows him so by biting into his hand.

Lance calls it home.

Her new home.

She’s unsure of this because home is with Momma and her siblings. Home is with big fluffy blankets and half eaten toys spread over the floor.

Blue is quiet during the ride. She resigns to snuggle close to the soft lilac blanket Lance brought with him to pick her up earlier. Lance sneaks a few concern glances every few minutes, both hands on the wheel except for that one time during a red light when he reached out and stroked her head gently, scratching behind her ear long enough to make her relax.

Home turns out to be a small and yet cozy. Lance gives her a tour, carrying her the first few minutes in his arms until she becomes confident enough to just follow him around, skipping a few of his steps with her excited jumps.

Her new bed is big, full of warm colorful blankets and toys. She rolls on it happily, nibbling on her toys and shaking the thin blanket off her when it blocks her sight.

Lance giggles near her and it just makes Blue more happy.

Maybe she will like this, as long as Lance’s here.

Lance names her Lady.

But it never sticks, not really. From the past few weeks she’s been living with Lance, he has called her different names: baby, beautiful, gorgeous, princess, sweetheart, star.

‘Mi amor’ and ‘preciosa’ also comes up regularly. Those are her favorites.

Blue cries.

She whines and cries out in both desperation and panic. Her paw is tangled, and the more she pulls the more it tangles up with the stray cushions strings and she can’t get away.

Blue grows louder; more desperate and she calls for her momma. She calls for her siblings.

She calls for Lance.

Strong but gentle hands pick her up carefully almost immediately, taking the entire destroyed cushion at the same time and Blue cries pitifully as she nuzzle her face against Lances chest, his steady heartbeat making her calm down.

"Hey, hey now, it’s alright, what happened?" Lance mumbles quietly, his free hand that it’s not supporting her is stroking her fur gently, "Did your paw got stuck? Hey, don’t be afraid, mi amor, I’m here! Lancey Lance will make it better, just stay still for me, ‘kay?”

Lance works quickly but carefully, humming softly to calm her down whenever the strings pull at her paw painfully but it’s soothing enough to catch her attention and focus on his voice.

In no time, Lance gets her paw out and puts the cushion away. He doesn’t even looks mad like Blue expected, after all, this is the third cushion she has bitten and destroyed  in the week but Lance looks relieved when he picks her up and kisses her head.

“There we go, beautiful! All done, now come on, I was in the middle of knitting and you’re a good model, having in mind it’s your future sweater I’m knitting.”

She falls asleep on Lance’s lap before he can finish. Lance doesn’t mind.

Someone’s biting her ear and it’s annoying enough for Blue to growl in frustration.

She blinks her eyes open, slightly grumpy that she has been woken up from her afternoon nap before its due.

It quickly disappears when the face of her brother enters her vision and then she’s all over the place. Bleu jumps on Red, heads knocking together playfully before they enroll themselves in a wrestle on the floor.

It’s a nice surprise to see one of her siblings again. She can hear Lance on the background but she hardly notices.

Red seems to be as excited as she is, because soon enough he’s telling her all over her new owner, how they have nightly competitions with each other on who gets the bed’s blanket and who is the first one to find the missing sock.

Red tells her that his owner’s name is Keith and that he came with him to Blue and Lance’s home, which is weird on its own right, especially when Lance is addressing the other boy in their home as Mullet.

After that, she gets to see the last two siblings she has been missing. Green and Yellow come together, both held in their owner’s arms before they are placed on the floor carefully and they waste no time to tackle Blue on the ground.

Yellow doesn’t stop rambling about Hunk and his food while Green tells her all about Pidge’s backyard and how it’s a jungle on its own, million of flowers and plants always around her. Green says that it used to drive Pidge crazy the first few times but then she started joining her.

Neither Red or Keith come, but Blue does hear Keith’s name every few times from Lance’s mouth. Blue finds it weird because Lance usually calls Keith by Mullet when said boy is near but when he’s not around, it’s like Lance finally remembers his name.

Lance’s weird. Green says that Pidge called him ‘pining loser’, whatever that means.

Blue sticks with ‘weird’.

Lance told her that he had a surprise for her.

The last time he said that Blue was stuck with a diaper for a week until she managed to finally destroy every single last of Lance’s ‘puppy diapers’.

This surprise though, Blue approves.

Blue barks and bounces happily near Momma’s face. She tells her all about Lance and their home, about their daily walks in the morning and the different shampoos Lance has tried on her that always makes her smell good.

Momma says she’s happy for her and proud. Blue tells her that she misses her and her siblings but that she’s not as sad as she used to be about it.

Momma tells her that it’s okay to be sad sometimes and to miss what’s in the past as long as it doesn’t blinds her of her blessing of the present.

Her words makes her turns back to see Lance, laughing freely at something Allura had said and Blue can’t help but feel relieved that she’s the one who ended up with Lance.

That night she sleeps with Lance on his bed. Lance doesn’t even questions it.

Keith and Red’s visit start being regular.

Too regular to the point that Blue’s not amused anymore when Red stumbles into her bed and takes her chew toy for himself.

She wonders if she has to have a talk with Lance.

Blue turns, determination filling her small body as she walks towards where she had last seen Lance and Keith but stops short when she finds them wrestling on the couch.

Blue opens her mouth to bark, to catch their attention but then she decides against it when Lance squeals and giggles. Blue waits before she turns and leaves them alone.

If Keith makes her Lance happy, then she guesses she can share her toys with Red.

For Lance’s sake, of course.

It’s funny, sharing a name.

It started out small. Lance usually calls her ‘mi amor’ when it’s time for lunch or when he does something particularly cute, which, come on, it’s all the time.

But then, he called her out and Blue had jumped off the couch to run towards Lance but as she had turned the corner, Keith was there.

“Yeah, babe?”

Now, that was weird.

First off, who is babe, Keith? and second of all, why did you answer, Keith?

It’s hard the first few times because Blue’s not sure when is Lance’s calling her and when is he calling for Keith, who shares the same nickname as her.

She’s grumpy about it. She’s sad and grumpy so she lets them know.

Her opportunity comes the next time Keith visits them, without Red for a reason, and when Lance calls out ‘mi amor’, Blue’s determined to be the first one to get to her owner.

Her enthusiasm and competitivity must had been obvious because both boys stare at her surprised and curious before realization dawns over their features.

“Aw, my beautiful princess was jelly?” Lance coos, rubbing his cheek against her face.

“Now that explains a few things.” Keith chuckles, shaking his head in amusement before he sits next to Lance and Blue, “It’s okay, I can give up my nickname if she wants to. It was hers first, ya know.”

“Aw, Keith, sweetheart.”

Blue tunes them out and focus her attention in Keith, feeling uneasy at the resigned sad tone in his voice. This isn’t what she wanted. Not really. Keith should be allowed to feel as loved as Lance makes her feel with just a nickname, Blue doesn’t want to take that from him.

So, she wiggles herself out of Lance’s grip and walks over Keith’s side on the couch, climbing on him quickly until she’s on his face and Keith’s hands immediately support her.

She licks his cheek, her silent blessing and both boys coo.

“Seems like it won’t be a problem.” Lance says softly, leaning down to drop a kiss on top of their heads, “Mis amores.”

Blue’s okay sharing a nickname, as long as it’s Keith. She likes Keith.

[kuroandtheguys]

QUOTES (as in things i’ve said, not necessarily original things but things ive said.) FROM MUN HIKARY,HER DAD AND CLASSMATES AS RP STARTERS:

"get your fuck boy out of my house"

"Listen here you fuck nugget"

"don't touch me you bafoon"

"leave the soul alone"

"WHERE IS SPACE DAD"

"i got some shoes from my drug dealer, i dont know what he laced them with but i've been tripping all day...."

"Sure thing Chew-Brocka"

"the beatings will continue until morale improves."

"looking to protect yourself or deal some damage?"

"The egg-salts?"

"much cheese cake"

"FIGHT ME"

"DO YOU FOLKS LIKE COFFEE!"

"baby,princess, dear,dearest. Do me a favorite and get your head out of my ass"

"Whats up gays!"

"Its 1 get the fuck up you lil shit"

"its a porch...not a deck....."

"when one plays the earth game twister one finds out more about the other's than they wanted"

"pain is your reward for being near me."

"oh it's the nasty crime boi"

"follow the yellow-dick road"

"these jokes arent the only thing that suck"

"stupid controls! I said walk to the side not jump off the cliff"

"_GET YOUR DICK OUT OF MY GODDESS!"

"Zarkon unhand my space father"

"sadness is merely a part of life."

"BON BON YOU WANT SUM FUC"

"they're gonna play Mario cart"

"that's how friendship dies"

"ID BE THE TINY ANGRY GUY, I CANT REMEMBER HIS NAME"

"Space Dad jokes are out of this world"

"space dad part of a balanced breakfast"

" i wonder whats over here, oh its plot"

"not all wood resists magic damage"

"destroy us all!"

"i could pee in a bucket and tell him it's beer."

"i would fuck lance because who wouldn't"

"ITS BECAUSE IM A DEMON ISINT IT? THATS RACIST!"

" IF YOU LOVED ME YOUD KILL THE SPIDERS"

"Fite me!"

"fuck Shiro because, just look at him. Who wouldn’t?"

"I am tumblr senpai"

"Why is he grinding?!"

"They bonded by beating the shit out of eachother."

"ah ah put those grabby hands away." (wow without context that sounds really dirty)

"if I have social anxiety and YOU have social anxiety then who's going to order the food?"

"now if they made space dad shaped mac and cheese i wouldnt mind so much"

"it could be 1 of 2 things metal leg or morning wood"

"i like chicks not dicks"

"why cant you just say vagina?"

"Ok so if you ever need a break from your mech with a watersport kink let me know."

"I love you" "dude thats gay..." "we are litterly having sex"

"watch your mouth you little shit"

"yes daddy dearest"

"COME HERE MY SPACE CHILD"

"Let me hug you space child"

"i must adopt this lost space child"

"soft and warm space dad"

"omg your so extra"

"hgn those claws he could just rip me apart"

"we can go inside"

"i wouldn't want to expose you"

"he's see more of your girlfriend than you have"

"we had a bonding moment i punched you in the face!"

"I ate my school"

"this limp noodle"

"PRAISE MUNWAY"

"You wanna ride my huge dragon"

"and i don't know....somethin' bout friendship..."

"Tid be a pitty if i killed him off"

"you've been shanked" "..with a ruler..."

"did you just giggle your boobs at me?"

"It was an earth shattering shit"

"I am the pumpkin gardian"

"Hold my beer and watch this mother fucker

"Careful nuts make you swell, just ask your sister"

"My dad the crack dealer"

"balls deep in an au"

"Don't fuck on my expensive leather couch you cunts"

"He's a perceptive hoe"

"blubbering balls of teenage awkwardness"

"What can I say except~ FUCK OFF"

"I am the alpha dad"

"thats a kick in the danger clam"

"your gonna get your weiner stuck in the baby gate"

"I'm taking you back to the pound"

"I'm so sorry the princess had his feelings hurt"

“Hey demons, it’s ya boi, Satan. Give me the homie back”

"my name is stan, im satan"

"I Came Here For A Good Time And All I Got Was Porn"

"it went from warm to freezing because snow miser is shitting on us"

"Near death can be fixed with ducktap"

"I don't remember what I did with my pants"

"It smells" "You smell" "Your face smells" "You almost got punched I'm the face"

"Bueno bear"

"MAKE THAT ANGST YOUR BITCH"

“Gently bullied him into submission”

*Holds up fishing pole and bubbles* hookers and blow.

"To hard, to thick. I'd get hair stuck in my teeth" "...don't ever say that in public."

"Even lesbians like babies"

"My dad is like a fun vampire"

You are a steampunk blood warrior with a plan"

"You are a steampunk blood warrior with a flan"

"You've been hit by you've been struck by a smooth lesbian"

"You just made the inquisitior gay" "Yes" 5 minutes later "So what else us on the table" "The inquisitior"

"Did...did you just call the Cat a butt plug?"

"not like that you kinky fuck"

"kinky princess Matthew holt and his fluffy sidekick Mr whiskers."

"DONT MAKE ME KINKSHAME YOU AGAIN" "MAYBE YOU'LL KINKSHAME ME HARD THIS TIME"

"I'm gay and I'm ready to party"

"You founded a country on cocaine and prostitution?"

"You know what looks delicious" "What" "Your tight ass" "Your a hoe, like ben" "_ lemme smash"

"Human Sacrifice is always an option if you aren't a weak little bitch."

"Last time you had an imaginary friend I'm pretty sure it was a demon"

" I don't want to be propositioned by you in private!"

"Don't vore the dogs"

"Surely not everyone was kung-fu fighting" "They were" "..we're they fast as lightning?" "No they were slow, Tai Chi mother fucker"

"There’s a train of thought but it’s been de railed and Billy the kid robbed it."

"Shes just where burgers go to die"

"Im a priest to our lady of sin and this is my seeing eye dragon"

"Hello nightmares my old freind"

"they took some scaly lizard dick"

"I would go to Satan jazz club"

"Gandalf the off white"

"Stop kicking my puppy"

"You sleep darted that man in the dick"

"i didn't hit puberty...i just kinda shook it's hand"

"Tall, dark, warm and edgy. The perfect dad"

"Cerberus thinks he's a lap dog"

"thank god for incredible upper body strength"

"No ship wars. I multi ship like an adult" "Am I an adult I poly ship?" "Yes"

" my flaccid dagger"

"He's running around like a squirrel on crack"

"Could you please acidenly flex somewhere else your distracting me"

"It is the first day of Christmas fucker"

"Don't make me beat ypu with egg nog"

"Why did it suddenly become British?"

"You've been BLUNDERSTRUCK"

"Slav tellaported from another dimension to punch you in the arm"

"Floating kingdom of dabalon"

"I like my nightshade pomegranate flavored"

"dont dab on my boobs"

"The first vampire ran into the sun"

"I need a pocket sendak"

"Four score and 7 years ago our founding pirates"

"Been fueling up on....."

"Life is a highway?"

"the lyrics are coke and whiskey dumb ass"

"all i want for Christmas is the dreamiest daddy."

"HAIL KURO"

"patience yields fucking"

"Gray haired man on a house coming through" "I tottally thought you said gay haired man"

"Oh... mood"

"You wrap presents like a blind t rex"

"i take a look at me enormous-"

"white privilege."

"I swear to all of the gods I'm going to climb you like a fucking vine"

"The pellar, he uh.... loves his goat"

"whispers goat fuckerrrr"

"sleeping with slytherins" "dont you mean sirens?" "same fucking thing"

"No one told you life was gonna be this-" "Gay?"

"I am truly the hobo on top of the polar express" "No your the homo ontop of the polar express" "Can't she be a homo hobo?"

"Kinkshame me harder"

“Kinkshame me harder spicy papa”

"Male griffin returns and is like what the fuck did you do to my wife"

"WITH YOUR SHAG CARPET ID BE GETTING HAIR BALLS"

"Drug cloud please disperse"

"Just cause I'm gay dosent mean the cake needs to be"

"BITCH I OUTRANK YOU"

"Just cause I'm gay dosent mean the cake needs to be"

"Right in the paw patroler"

"Stuffed em up Mr patato head's butt"

"feed me"

"i swear if you start singing-"

"must be blood"

"here she gose again"

"must be fresh"

"i dont wanna hear this"

"FEED ME, FEED ME SEYMORE~"

"Get on the fucking dragon or I will leave you in this tower"

"Vivia le roi" "LONG LIVE THE REVALUATION" "No.... long live the king"

"I'm a senior my vote counts more"

"I am gentle snek"

"The boner wizzard is a girl" "That's a dragon" "Girl dragon"

"my father the actual 5 year old" "thats right 5 times a whole bunch"

"why..... is your icon a crotch buldge?"

"Layers" "Like an oinion" "Yes and their all gonna make you cry"

"You blushing" "I'm pasty and I burn in the sun anytime I go out." "So your burned..?" "Yes fucker"

 "You should be careful dancing around with those daggers when I'm throwing fire" "It won't hurt me. It's friendly fire"

[brattykeith]

A prompt since you also love bratty Keith: Spoilt sugar baby Keith annoyed at his sugar daddy (Lance, Shiro, someone else - your choice) for being late picking him up for their meal. Hes the perf sugar bby @ the meal to impress his sugar daddy's important friends but when they get home hes back to being sulky and bratty but his sugar daddy cant stay mad @ him cause he loves that pouty face. Sooo he shows K the new fancy lingerie he got him and K brightens up a lil and they celebrate with sex duh

H-HOW DO I CHOOSE THE DADDY?? AHHH-AHHHHHH-SH-SHIRO.

Keith paced his front hallway with a frown, glancing at his phone’s screen to, once again, confirm that Shiro was 21 minutes late. Keith’d already texted him twice to ask where he was, only to get no reply. Shiro had been invited to a very fancy restaurant in town to meet up with his work buddies, and Keith was to come along as his date.

Keith bit his lip, before remembering that he was wearing lipstick. He’d dressed up so nicely. In that deep red dress that Shiro had bought him, the top cut close to his body, only for the skirt to flair out in pretty waves. His stockings were a sheer white and patterned with translucent hearts. His shoes were classic red kitten heels that he’d worn for Shiro both in and out of the bedroom with strands of pearls at his neck and wrists. His hair was brushed and pinned away from his face, revealing the ruby red earrings Shiro had both him for his last birthday. They matched his lipstick perfectly, complimenting the sleek black liner that Keith and ran across his eyelids earlier in the evening.

Keith took a moment to admire himself in the mirror, texted Shiro once more, and seriously considered kicking off his shoes and going to the kitchen to inhale the leftover pizza from Monday.

It wasn’t that Keith had been excited for tonight. No, of course not. Nevermind that Shiro paid for literally all of his bills; his home, his motorcycle (Shiro was still offering to buy him whatever safer, cherry red sports car he wanted), his clothes, and his extensive book/videogame collection. Keith was a completely independent individual who didn’t need to spend every night in Shiro’s arms. The idea alone was ridiculous.

Keith practically jumped to attention at the sound of his front door opening, revealing Shiro dressed in a three piece suit. Keith’s libido immediately forgave every party foul imaginable in favor of abandoning their dinner plans. It’d be easy too. He’s just crawl over to Shiro on his knees and his Daddy would be down to play. Keith had trained him well.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” Shiro said immediately, further proof that Keith had trained him properly. “I got stuck in traffic.” He opened his arms wide and after a moment of consideration Keith stepped into his arms. “You look so gorgeous right now, I almost want to cancel dinner and spend the night in with you.” Shiro crooned, pressing a kiss to Keith’s cheek. Keith didn’t hug him back, still feeling the urge to sulk.

“But I thought you said the restaurant had really good food?” Keith mumbled, looking up at Shiro.

“That’s true.” Shiro agreed, turning to grab Keith’s coat off the rack. It was a black peacoat with golden trim and red buttons. Keith obediently stepped into the coat when Shiro held it out for him, before taking a moment to button it himself. “Let’s go then, angel. I’ll buy you whatever you want.” Shiro offered with a smile.

Keith was all but silent on the car ride over, though he played the part in front of Shiro’s buddies. The affectionate arm candy cooing over the different drinks and dessert options, slyly stealing pieces off of Shiro’s plate and laughing at all of his friends’ jokes. Keith was well aware of Shiro’s coworkers eyes on him as they left for the evening, his smile dropping into a pout the moment Shiro started the car.

The car ride was silent for a long moment, before Shiro cleared his throat.

“How are you feeling, baby?” Shiro asked gently. Keith crossed his arms over his chest and stared intently out the window. “Still mad at me for being late?” Keith didn’t respond, hearing Shiro’s audible sigh. “Guess I’ll just drop you off and head home myself. We can save your present in the backseat for a later date.” He added calmly. Keith twitched, turning to look at Shiro with full attention.

“Present?” He echoed, before twisting around in his seat to blindly paw at the backseat for his gift.

“Careful.” Shiro said as Keith crowed in triumph. Keith held up the wrapped box in his hands before turning and settling back in his seat. He wasted no time in ripping open the present, revealing the clothes box inside. He lifted the lid curiously, inhaling slowly at the sight.

Oh god, that was a big ruby.

Fixed in the center of what was definitely a gold filigree collar that matched some of the skimpiest red lace Keith had ever held. He picked up the collar, feeling the weight of the ruby in his palm before looking at Shiro with wide eyes. He knew better than to ask how much Shiro spent on him. Shiro pulled into a parking space in front of Keith’s door.

“Do you like your present?” Shiro asked easily. Keith nodded, looking back down at the collar. “You can put it on.” Shiro added. “I thought it matched your earrings perfectly.” Keith looked back at him, squirming in his seat.

“Don’t you want to collar me, Daddy?” Keith asked, watching the way Shiro’s inhaled sharply at the question.

“Of course I do, Kitten.” Shiro groaned, unbuckling his seatbelt and moving in to kiss Keith.

The only reason Keith made it to the front door with his present in hand was because of his death grip on the collar and fabric. Keith managed to unlock the door mid Shiro yanking up his skirt, and Shiro snagged Keith around the waist as he pushed the door open.

“Nnn, Daddy. Wait, please.” Keith panted, turning his head to avoid Shiro’s next round of kisses. “I wanna dress up for you. You have to be patient.” He threw that last bit at Shiro, watching the way Shiro’s lips curled in amusement at his words. Keith had heard it plenty of times when he’d been needy and wanting, only for Shiro to pat him on the head and give him a simple kiss.

“Go on then, Kitten.” Shiro said, pulling away and letting Keith trot into the bedroom. Keith tossed the box on the bed, before he hurriedly stripped out of his clothes, kicking them into a corner and turning back to the box. He pulled out the first piece of the lingerie. It was panties, made with curling strips of red ribbon and…that was it. They entire thing looked like Shiro could tug at one end and it would fall apart in his hands. Keith shivered, tugging them on, reveling in the feel of soft silk against his erection. Next was the top. It was a babydoll dress, with red ribbon straps leading into a wave of sheer red fabric. The ends were lined with gold trim that matched his collar perfectly. Keith tugged that on as well, before snatching up the collar and all but skipping out of his room.

“Daddy~” He called out, finding Shiro sitting down on the cough. Shiro’s eyes fixed on him immediately, a smile playing across his lips. “How do I look?”

“Perfect.” Shiro answered, leaning forward with his arms open. Keith practically dove into them, straddling Shiro’s thighs and humming when Shiro’s hands began to map every inch of him through that sheer red fabric. “You look so good in this, I’m glad you like your present.”

“It’s not done yet.” Keith pointed out, holding up the collar. The large ruby winked in the lamplight.

“Hmm, you think you’ve earned being collared?” Shiro asked cockily. Keith paused, his eyes narrowing. Shiro blinked when Keith abruptly hopped off his lap. Keith huffed out a breath, turning and walking for the bedroom door. “Baby?” Shiro called out, a line of panic in his voice. “Keith?”

Keith paused, glancing over his shoulder at Shiro.

“Do you actually think you’ll be able to collar me, old man?” Keith asked back. He snorted when Shiro’s jaw dropped, and slammed his bedroom door shut when Shiro rose from the couch.

“Kitten…” Shiro’s voice was muffled. “I’m going to count to ten.”

“Ten!” Keith shouted through the door, before he ran for his walk-in closet, ready for an intense game of hide-and-seek.

[dystovian]

Ok so, can I has meh a HC of how the boys would react to their female crush having a three legged mutt named Chicken? She just found the dog rummaging through trash in an alley way so she took him in and instantly fell in love. Now Chicken is super protective of her.

I totally went off track but that happens all the time but,,,here u go! Pidges one is rlly short and idk I just couldn’t think of what else to put

[Hunk:]

•have you ever wondered what hunk looks like when he’s crying? happy tears?•ok so basically you guys met at school and he would take u places every once in a while•and after a bit of going to his (I hc him as having 2 mamas) moms café, you said •"hey! you’ve never been to my place! Wanna come over?“•he’s like yeah sure why not•he’s crying because he’s going to his crush’s house•so you’re waiting up or him, jus chilling and he knocks on the door •you open it and your dog is like oh my gosh!!! someone’s here!!!! boof! •let the struggle….ensue•you have to use your knee to hold your dog back so he doesn’t jump all over Hunk•Hunk literally comes in, shuts the door behind him, and just GASPS•and he’s standing there and his excitement is boiling over the top and his lid is about to POP•and you just grin in embarrassment and scratch the back of your head, thinking, wow maybe he’s scared or allergic and I never asked•he goes "hiiiiii!!!” And puts his arms out and your dog runs through your legs and just flops into his arms and he’s literally crying•but,,,Chicken,,, doesn’t know how your relationship is with Hunk•currently Chicken is just excited to see someone new because he’s always been very kind and welcoming to others•so after you explain to Hunk how you found him and such, he immediately fell in love with Chicken and fell in love with you even more•so you guys go on the couch and he goes to put his arm around you while you’re watching a movie•and Hunk just hears growling and he gulps and turns and oh what do u kno•your 3-legged, Pitbull-Rottweiler, 10 month old puppy is baring his huge teeth and growling•ur not close with people like you are with Hunk so yr pretty surprised, and you pat hunks lap and the dog just gleefully goes over and lays across you two•Hunk PISSED himself I kid u not•he excused himself and texted Lance and Pidge•they laughed•when Hunk goes missing, you were at his mothers café, when they broke the news to you and you ended up breaking down into tears and just crying while his mothers comforted you and offered for you to stay with them for a while. Maybe until Hunk came home or when you felt better

[Lance:]

•HA•alright, here’s the thing, your dog is GIGANTIC•despite your puppy being quite young, their growth rate is crazy•you only know one part of your dogs mix unfortunately, but it sure does explain why they’re so large•a giant, 3 pawed Bernese Mountain Dog, mixed with something unknown•the dog at this point is taller than you while on back legs•anyway•you’re taking Chicken for a walk, getting him used to the whole,,, 3 legs thing. •you aren’t dating Lance at the time but you weren’t expecting to see him. a happy surprise.•you let your dog run around the park for a while, doing some homework on a picnic bench•"y/n? is that my favorite person ever!?“ And he runs over and sits beside you•he’s helping you with homework when he feels a light tug at his pant leg•and he’s like,,,haha *wink* you’re so crazy Y/n. In public? hmm I guess•and you’re like ????wat•YOUR DOG TUGS SO HARD LANCE GETS DRAGGED UNDER THE TABLE AND YOURE BOTH SCREAMING•you grab your dogs collar and you’re like omg let go stop it•your dog does and ho boi he is mortified•you also like Lance, so now you think, oh wow. he hates me now •and he says, after some silence and heavy breathing•"man, I love your dog”•he’s a sucker for big dogs and the fact your PUPPY is gigantic and soft and only has 3 paws? just even better•you tell him the story of how you found him, 4 months old, abandoned and eating raw chicken that was no doubt moldy, in a dark and unsanitary alleyway in New York (you were visiting friends)•he fell in love, with the dog and you•ended up asking you on a date while kissing your dogs face and you said YES•when he went missing, you saw it on the news. and immediately grabbed your dog and ran to his house•knocked on the door and one of his siblings answered, very obviously visible that they were just crying. and this is where YOUR, the reader, tears come in•Lance never shut up about you and told his entire family about you and they could easily recognize you because he’s so detailed about your features . Even told them about the dog•they immediately dragged you in and hugged you and you ended up spending a lot of time with them while they also fell in love with u, and Chicken.

[Shiro:]

•totally a dog man•like, he’s had many pets, mostly dogs of course and he loves them•your dog: a labrador-husky mix. bright blue eyes and golden fur. 8 years old•3 legs, a white prosthetic •you found him on the side of the road, he was abandoned at the age of 5•anyway, to begin•Shiro goes up to you in the library after a couple friends finally convince him to•and he’s like, hey, since yr my partner for the project and all, where should we meet?•and you’re like, hm, how about my place?•OKGKKF he nods a bit too excitedly but you exchange numbers and you text him the address •"the doors unlocked so you can just come right in" you text him•he goes aight,,,,, and he walks in and leaves his rained on sneakers at the door•and you’re in the kitchen making some grilled cheese w ham•and your tossin Ham at your dog, who’s jumping up to catch it•he chuckles because your standing there in pajamas and tossing your dog Ham like you’re scoring 3-pointers in basketball•and your dog just stood and books it over to Shiro and when you turn and your dog isn’t there you’re like ???? WHATDH•you look over the island and there’s your dog standing his ground against Shiro and Shiro’s like uh…hehheh•"omg chicken get over here" chicken goes back to normal and prances over to your •"little shit I swear to god"•Shiro’s like, I never thought I’d be scared of a dog before•you smile and go hug him and just hear more growling from over the counter and he’s like ohnyktidjd•you end up going to put the dog in your room because he’s not allowed in the living room and Shiro offers to just watch movies in your room while you guys work on the project•"I don’t wanna have him feel left out cos of me, yknow?“•"yeah you’re right”•you all fell asleep together no lie and if anyone was around they honestly thought it was the cutest thing (shiro drools and has lil light snores and he just looks adorable)•when he went missing, you were heartbroken and didn’t know who his family was because you never got to visit them•you ended up visiting Pidge because you became friends with Matt as well•you hugged Pidge and always took her out to but things and you also helped her sneak into the garrison•when he came back for like,a day, you were in Keith’s shack when they all got there because you wanted to know if he could get in contact with Pidge for you because you were sick from school•Shiro came in and when he woke up you were sitting beside him on the floor, head against his shoulder and your dog was on his thighs

[Keith:]

•American Bulldog puppy mix, that HE actually gave to you•he was setting up posters around the garrison because his neighbors dog was pregnant•you were one of 3 people to approach him, after like a month of it being up•he’s always liked you and he just like, sndjjsjsk, I can give it to you today•and he does, you walk with him to said neighbors and you take home the puppy •this was freshman year so the puppy is 1 year old now•and after you guys became decently close, he asked you to tutor him in Spanish•because compared to him your grades were a bit better and he refused to ask Lance because Lance wouldn’t even say yes?•but he ends up going to your house and knocking because he didn’t get the chance to ask at school, and you just let him in like it’s normal and you don’t even think it’s weird•and he comes in and as soon as he sits down here comes your dog, now 3 legged and slaps into Keith’s face•and he’s like WHAT•one, he forgot you had the dog•two, since when did the dog have 3 legs•turns out, one night the dog escaped and you couldn’t find him for hours•the dog ended up getting hurt and you had no choice but to take him to the vet, where they also had no choice but to remove his log•the dogs name was Wudley, but since the incident you tend to call him Chicken as his nickname•Keith hears about it nd is like, “I’m surprised you kept him, lots of people usually put disabled dogs up for adoption” •"I’d never do that. If it means he has a higher chance of getting put down then that’s just purposely putting him in a slaughter house"•Keith hugs you and his heart swells because you’re so sweet and kind and wow he likes you more than he thought•he hears Wudley growing and nip at his elbow and he just chuckles and plays with him and let’s just say he came over more often to “study Spanish”•by “study Spanish” I mean “play with Wudley for like,,,4 hours straight all the while getting to know you”•when he went missing you knew damn well that this classified info was aliens and ended up living in his shack and doing research while you’re dog stayed with u

[Pidge:]

•this one is a lot different •yr dog is half beagle half terrier•Pidge was walking their dog, and you were walking yours•you shout “omg! Hi Pidge!” •yes this is during the garrison, you were the same age but you went to a different school. you visited the garrison as a sort of field trip with your class and that’s how you two met•"hi Y/n! Is this your dog?“ •your dog stops and just stares and you guys are literally 10 feet apart and you’re like ????•you didn’t notice Pidges dog yet bcos u also have a crush on Pidge and were currently paying more attention to them•Chicken goes full speed at Pidges dog, and they end up fooling around•the two of you end up talking for at least an hour, while sitting on a bench•you play games on your phones and ask each other questions to get to know each other even better than before•next thing you know you both here growling and each dog is growling at one of you. Pidges dog at you, Chicken at Pidge•you panic and apologize and pick up your dog and Pidge says "oh no it’s okay my dog usually doesn’t do this either so I should apologize”•you guys literally apologize to each other for 4 minutes before you just laugh•when Pidge goes missing you end up visiting their mother, sometimes watching their dog as well and doing chores while Mrs.Holt recovers•she lost her whole family, man

[thesmollostbean3]

Klance, back on Earth

(First off THANKYOU! Everyone we have more followers and honestly? You are all amazing! Ok the second thing is that I am sorry that I haven't and I may not post as much as I have wanted to...I will post heaps again eventually just life has been really tiring me out with school and stuff so fatigue hit HARD. Anyway I will try to post more and I hope you enjoy this lil klance thing that is heavily based on a drawing I am doing...oops...anyway enjoy!) It had been a year since the paladin's of Voltron had returned to Earth. They had met and talked with their families and many tears were shed, hugs made and lots of love and relief. The scars of their past would not go away quickly, especially mentally with the stress of their experiences and the memories that they still had nightmares about. They had been in space for YEARS after all. However they were slowly healing from professional help and the relief. They would of course never truely be back to how they were, but they could try their bests. A few things had happened since they returned. One main feature was that after their relationship had been going on for a long time in space Lance and Keith had moved in together. It was in a crappy apartment that was still expensive yet liveable. And they were quite happy with it. They were taking a year off of working for space and such as their experiences were not wanting them to go into space that soon. The Garrison had surprisingly given each person of Voltron a payment due to endangerment etc. they still got part time jobs however. This was of course not going to pay completely, however for the moment it was fine. One morning Lance woke up at four am. That day he luckily didn't have work and neither did Keith. They were both early birds however Keith more so than Lance so this was surprising that he woke up first. He had an idea. A smirk came across his face as he gently spoke Keith for him to wake up. Keith slowly opened up his eyes sitting up slowly and rubbing the sleep form his eyes. He let out a small cough and didn't notice how early it was...he usually slept in to 6 come on Lance. But when he found out and questioned Lance told him to get ready and they were moving! After showering and such Lance checked to make sure everything was still alright. Perfect! He called out for Keith and Keith groaned but complied, still confused as ever but Lance refused to tell him what was going on. They walked...for a long time actually until they came upon an old park. Lance had found this place a little while ago while going shopping and he thought that it was a good morning to visit it. "Um...Lance? What is..." "Well I thought it would maybe be nice if we could just come here and relax, we haven't been doing so recently and we could uhhhh...watch the sun rise?!" Lance had planned this all out that morning...so why was she so hesitant? "Wait why were you questionable about that?" Chuckled Keith in return. He was grateful...it was quite sweet of Lance and a light blush dusted his cheeks. Lance fondly smiled back, remembering how much he loved Keith. "Well you are just to perfect, you make me nervous you see~" He replied Lance trying and basically kind of succeeding to flirt. "I think I am gonna vomit, but thanks...uh...where are we going to watch this sunrise?" "Well you see, I also thought this through! There are two swings on that tree over there and-" "Wait...swings? We're going to be going on swings?" Keith hadn't been on swings for...a long time (to be fare neither had Lance...but less of a degree) and long meant basically since he was five or six...So this meant a little bit more than first thought. "Yes the swings, come on." Lance grabbed Keith's hand awkwardly and Keith followed awkwardly. "I swear I WILL swing higher than you! I promise you that." Lance said as he hopped on eagerly laughing while Keith just looked at the wooden plank. It was held by a thick rope that seemed sturdy enough by the tough branch it was attached to. Gently he hopped on and said "no way, I am totally going to beat you." Keith smirked as he said this, it was a challenge! "Is that so?" "Yes, definitely...on all levels?" "Now why did THAT sound like a question?" "Shut up and swing" The morning air was cold as pure joy emerged from the two former Paladin's. They breathed it in and kept in swinging. It was around five fifty now and soon the sunrise would start. Lance at the moment was beating Keith and they would both sometimes take quick glances at each other, seeing the person they loved so much. Lance noticed how much Keith was enjoying this, and he thought suddenly that maybe he hadn't been on a pawing for a long while...and that this was...Keith looked so free and it warmed his heart completely. While Keith noticed how at peace Lance was. He wasn't stressed with work or trying to hide his inner self doubt and feelings, and let the all put in that moment while he used all his might to keep going higher...and he was so proud of him. Lance had come so far and was incredible and you could see it. From a distance the two looked strange, and. They felt like five year olds but it was so joyous. They slowed down Lance proudly proclaiming his victory and Keith eventually giving in and agreeing. As the sun began to rise they held hands and Keith whispered softly and sweetly how this was some of the most fun he had ever had. Lance teared up slightly at this and said how he loved Keith, and he was so happy by this. Cue them both saying how this was extremely cringed and how both were extremely tired and as soon as they got home cuddles and falling asleep again. However in this moment everything was still. The swinging was no longer spinning everything around and the wind didn't nearly blow them away. It was silent and they happily let it overcome it. Enjoying the warmth from each other. "Keith...thankyou, for everything thankyou so much." Lance whispered closing his eyes and breathing in the coldness of the morning. Making him enjoy the heat from Keith even more. "But Lance...you are the one who did this not me..." Keith was confused again until he saw Lance smile and look at him. Keith melted a little bit at that and replied with a soft 'oh' and said "them thankyou as well, for everything." They kissed and bathed in the sunlight. Enjoying the morning for just a little bit longer. And loving each others company even more. -Ana

[leonhouse]

TOP YOUTUBE SEARCHES / KEYWORDS FOR TODAY 05.16.17 5-16-17 May 16th 2017 HD VideoThe source of where I got these searches & keywords: http://ift.tt/2qorCmK it has other searches from other search engines, but I just took the ones from youtube out of the list for you. I also want to mention like I did in the video I have no idea how accurate this listing is, but it seems pretty cool either way to me. I quickly name off each search / key word in the video and sometimes say something about the words if I felt like doing so anyways here is the full list: ariana grande asmr april the giraffe live a boogie abc song adele aphmau adios amor all time low all my friends are dead lil uzi beauty and the beast bruno mars bad and boujee beyonce buzzfeed body like a back road bounce back broccoli black beatles bratayley chris brown congratulations chainsmokers cash me outside howbow dah chance the rapper chief keef caroline call of duty casey neistat cookie swirl c despacito drake dantdm dude perfect david dobrik daddyofive d&b nation danielle bregoli despacito justin bieber dna kendrick lamar eminem ed sheeran ed sheeran shape of you ellen everyday we lit enrique iglesias elmo evantubehd eye of the tiger epic rap battles of history f fidget spinner future funny videos future mask off faze rug frozen fast and furious 8 funny vines first day out fetty wap guava juice goosebumps travis scott gorillaz gucci mane gta 5 gangnam style galaxy s8 gummy bear song g eazy good mythical morning humble kendrick lamar how to make slime hallelujah h3h3 harry styles sign of the times how far i'll go moana heathens happy birthday song h20 delirious hit the quan i spy it trailer 2017 issues it it trailer idubbbz issues julia michaels lyrics i spy kyle i spy with my little eye song i don't wanna live forever jake paul juju on that beat jacksepticeye jimmy fallon j cole john oliver jeffy justin bieber despacito jenna marbles kendrick lamar katy perry kodak black kevin gates kanye west kendrick lamar damn full album ksi kendrick lamar damn karaoke kids songs lil uzi vert logan paul liza koshy look at me lil wayne lil yachty location khalid logic let it go lance stewart movies moana minecraft mask off markiplier music migos mickey mouse clubhouse full episodes michael jackson moneybagg yo nba nicki minaj nba youngboy no frauds north korea nigahiga nicky jam new songs 2017 nickelback nightcore overwatch one direction ozuna oprah sideverson outlast 2 or nah ooouuu onision okbaby ourmine pewdiepie peppa pig popularmmos paw patrol full episodes prettyboyfredo pepsi commercial power rangers panda post malone paw patrol q queen quavo qjb queen bohemian rhapsody qka ka shpija quran qrewtv quinceanera questions roblox rolex ricegum romanatwood rockabye reaction time russ rick ross redbone childish gambino rick and morty shape of you ed sheeran swang songs snl slime selena gomez shane stay ssundee spongebob try not to laugh that's what i like tunnel vision kodak thor ragnarok trailer the weeknd taylor swift tee grizzley tanner fox twenty one pilots the gabbie show united airlines ufc usher unforgettable uptown funk ugly god unbox therapy undertale unspeakablegaming undisputed vines vevo vsauce vice vicente fernandez vr videos versace on the floor vybz kartel vat19 wwe wiz khalifa wolfieraps wassabi productions wild n out we don't talk anymore whip nae nae what does the fox say wrestlemania 33 work rihanna x xo tour life xxxtentacion iloveitwhentheyrun reaction xxxtentacion iloveitwhentheyrun lyrics xo tour life lyrics ximo pierto xxxtentacion - i spoke to the devil in miami he said everything would be fine x 21 savage xxl freshman 2016 cypher xpertthief youtube you young thug young dolph young ma yg yo gotti yfn lucci your welcome yelawolf zias zane hijazi zombie zoella zayn malik zion williamson zac brown band zara larsson zayn Please thumbs up, share, comment and subscribe! Follow me on twitter: @LeonHouse

[writer59january13]

Nothing more frustrating trying damndest to kindle memory

(buzzfeeding, kickstarting, needling darn noggin)

An effort to recall word, phrase, musician... indigenous tribe...

most frustrating literary endeavor to das scribe

aggravating enough to sub bourbon spur teetotaler to imbibe

and/or nsync, whereby soul searching devil's advocate demands bribe.

Lil brokeback Engelbert Humperdinck (born Arnold George Dorsey) bent edict coercion

(think sexual mores) scaring stripes off blushing zebra

bunched unencumbered vice pliable straw

aforementioned pablum admittedly "fake"

birthed within cerebral tenderloin of impractical joker, whereby fifty plus shades of gray matter (mine)

chafed and rubbed raw

prevarication playfully did overdraw

and tax poetic license writ courtesy this paw

poor putz offal declension sprouted within mum maw

noun tent to verb (bull eyes - red) to draw

flak, but merely to harmlessly entertain

so accept apologies (mine) verses calling strong (lanced) arm of law.

I (garden variety poetaster) reckon fair game

media personalities grist for rumor mill, though lame

explanation given (funny first and surname)

adopted by supposed "finest middle-of-the-road balladeers around," who co opted his stage name

from authentic Engelbert Humperdinck; selfsame

prodigy circa 1 September 1854 – 27 September 1921

German composer, who wrote, I gently exclaim the opera Hansel and Gretel - a Grimm fairytale

actually frightful saga - read countless times

setting me boyhood imagination aflame with mailer daemons, who haunted dreams (mine) 'course in retrospect material tame

compared/contrasted with current pandemic

analogous as if mother Earth - a metaphorical dame

experiencing long overdue reprieve, cuz shame

on Homo sapiens belching pollutants

at any price to garner fortune and fame.

[lil-shiro]

Lance congratulating Charles on his win | ERDF Masters Karting, Bercy, Paris, France, 10-11 December 2011 (📸 Sutton Images)