#also insecure lance for the win

[somethingsomethingwords]

Good evening *said sliding down a ramp*! Here's another fic. It started as a study of shadows and light, then it got derailed. As always thanks for reading. Enjoy 💜

When Fernando raises his eyes to the window, he is surprised to see it is already late at night, his watch reading at 00:30.

The moon shines, yellowish and full, creating a path of bright squares and dark lines.

The desktop in front of him is starting to become blurrier and blurrier, and he definitely needs a break.

He raises his arms, stretching and hearing the pops of his back. He stands up, deciding for a reinvigorating midnight snack, when he remembers he is supposed to have company.

The screen on the desk in front of his own is still on, but from his position he can't see anyone looking at it.

It is only when he walks around the table that he solves the mystery of his missing companion: Lance is sleeping sitting at the desk, face on his bent arms and soft breaths leaving his slightly parted lips.

The bright artificial light gives him a white hue, ghostly pale. It only serves to highlight the bags under his eyes.

He's pushing himself too hard, Fernando thinks, feeling worried seeing the toll the season is taking on his teammate.

Sighing slightly, he reaches for Lance's shoulder. He wants to lightly shake him, but in the exact moment he touches the other, Lance flinches away, waking up and looking around, searching for the disturbance.

When his eyes land on Fernando, he relaxes a fraction, before diverging them and starting staring at the screen, not saying anything.

"Lance, is late. Let's go home" he says softly, not wanting to disturb the quietness of the room.

"It's ok, you can go. I'll just stay for a couple more minutes" Lance tries to smile, but Nando can see it doesn't reach his eyes.

"Lance, we came together, remember?"

They didn't. They are strict about trying to keep their private lives separated from their professional ones.

But Lance seems so tired Nando isn't sure he can drive back home. And with the silence stretching, with Lance trying to figure out why he doesn't remember it, Fernando is sure it is the right call.

"We... did...not?"

Fernando is actually going to pick him up, put him on his shoulder and carry him to the car.

"No, we didn't, but you thinking about it this long tells me you shouldn't drive"

Lance has the audacity to look annoyed, before sighing and admitting defeat.

"Yeah, fair enough. But I still need to analyse the data from the last race. I'll call an Uber" he says, before turning to his computer and seemingly starting ignoring Fernando.

I love this man, and arguing will lead to nothing, Fernando has to remind himself.

From the look of it, Lance wouldn't stay awake for long. So Fernando simply leaves him alone to retrieve a water bottle from the adjacent kitchen, forgoing his snack.

When he comes back, he can see Lance's head slowly losing its battle against gravity, lowering and then rising up, each time deeper and slower than the previous one.

He waits until he is once again in front of the Canadian, leaning back against the desk, then taps Lance's cheek with the cold bottle.

Lance flinches again, but he doesn't seem to have the energy to look angry or even annoyed. He simply takes the bottle and drinks a little bit, before giving it back while offering a small smile.

Fernando takes it, and waits. Still as a statue, he can see Lance looking up at him from time to time.

Lance could be patient, but nothing compares to Nando's psychological warfare methods. If he put his mind to it, he could wait until next year.

"I know you think I can't do it. But I have to. So just, please, leave. I'm enough of a pathetic show already, there is no need for an audience"

Lance's words cut deep, fast and cold, straight to Nando's heart.

"Lance, I'm the first one who believes in you. But won't solve anything on a Tuesday morning at one a.m."

"There is no more time, Nando. I've done anything I could think of, and nothing changed. I feel like I'm just wasting time and resources here. I need to get better, to do better. If not, then all I've done, the sacrifices and the things lost and the time spent would have been for nothing. I need this to work" he is basically vomiting the words, rubbing his eyes in the vain hope the tears he can feel filling his eyes don't actually leave them.

Fernando feels like he can't do anything for his lover. He can't promise him a better car, a better strategy, a better season. He can see his partner being crushed by the pressure put on his shoulders, and he starts searching for some kind of sign of when it had started.

He knows how people talk about Lance, what they say and think, but it never seemed to bother the younger man. He starts wondering how he had been so blind to not realise their words had chipped a hole in Lance's armour.

Anyway, the damage is already done. He can only pick Lance up, and support him while his shield is under maintenance, lending his own.

"Lance, it's not going to work right now. You are tired, we both are. Let's just go home, and tomorrow we start fixing this"

Lance has a moment of hesitation.

"What if there is nothing to fix. The car is ok, the tires are ok. You have good results. What if I'm the problem, and I cannot be fixed?"

Enough is enough.

Fernando takes the face of the man he loves in his hands, forcing Lance to look at him, his grip firm but still gentle.

"Lance, listen to me. The car is shit. We know it, Mike knows it, the mechanics and the engineers, even the waiters know it. I have results because I see a problem and hammer at it so hard until it goes away. You are not the problem. Doing what we do, is difficult. Training, travelling, racing. It never stops. We keep going but is hard. So just stop, for tonight. Tomorrow we start again, but for now, let's just rest"

Fernando knows it's over when he feels Lance's head falling against his chest.

He won, but at what cost?

They stay like this, Fernando caressing Lance's hair while the younger man just breathes, trying to hide his quiet sobs and the light tremble of his shoulders.

When his watch starts vibrating, reminding him time is real, Nando gently pushes the other up, wiping the tears away.

"Let's go home" he repeats, and helps Lance get up.

With their hands intertwined, Fernando leads them outside, not turning around, sure of Lance following him, close behind.

They'll be back tomorrow, so they can leave Lance's car for the night.

Once in Fernando's car, the ride is quiet, neither needing any more words, just needing each other.

They fall asleep pressed against each other, united in a mess of fears and tiredness and love, because no matter what will happen tomorrow, or the day after, they are sure they will continue to have each other's backs.

So, when they get home, and start settling for the night, it's no brainer that Lance attaches himself to Nando's body, in need of being reassured through touch and presence. Fernando is more than happy to comply, the need in him to provide and protect finally calmed when Lance is in his arms, watching the boy falling asleep, calmer and more settled, with just the light of the moon to illuminate half his face, and for the first time, he looks real and solid and alive.

He pressed a kiss to the crown of his head, not able to limit his affection anymore.

[yallemagne]

I keep fuckin' griping, I know. So annoying. But like I really don't like how most fanfic writers depict Morph (Kevin Sydney). Not all, but definitely most.

So many fanfics I have read (and they're all Morpherine because those are the only fics that feature Morph as a main character), have this obligatory scene that I have not seen done well even once: Morph and Wolverine are having a moment when Morph transforms into Jean for no other reason than to set Wolverine up to say that he doesn't want Jean, he wants Morph. And I have read that exact scenario so many goddamn times that it's not even sweet, I just go ughhhhh grow up.

First issue I take with it: I don't think Morph would use the form of other people during sex without explicit consent from all parties involved. I think that'd be a really gross thing to do, and I don't think Morph would violate someone's boundaries like that. Also, I personally headcanon that they are averse to using shapeshifting in the bedroom other than adjusting their own base form for trauma reasons.

Second: having Morph sabotage the moment like that paints them as so obnoxiously insecure that it feels like they have just become a reskinned Lance McClain in fandom eyes. If you know, you know.

Third: It takes me out of the moment for the two previous reasons, completely killing the impact of whatever intimacy that follows (and nothing typically follows, the fic usually just ends there).

And you can just expand that into fanfic writers seeming to hate Morph's mutation. They don't want Morph to morph. They will add debuffs like saying Morph can't shapeshift often because it drains them, Morph needs to stay in their base form at practically all times, hell maybe they'll depict Morph just straight up HATING morphing. And I hate that. There are shapeshifters that don't like taking on other forms, that prefer their own body, but dog, that ain't Morph's thing

Morph's mutation is that their body is composed of unstable molecules, so it makes more sense to say that like... they can't ever not shapeshift. They can't stay still, they have to change. I view it as not only does their body naturally want to switch forms constantly, but mentally, they're always running in the back of their mind: "What'll be the best form to win a fight and/or what is the best form for comedic purposes?" Because that's one thing: Morph is a jokester. Most of their shapeshifting is not utilitarian, it is done purely for comedy.

And since there are no solo Morph fics, it's always only Morpherine (and I love Morpherine, but Morph can get it. let them fuck other people as well), how fic writers police Morph's shapeshifting is always by using Logan as a mouthpiece to tell them to stick to their base form and basically never shapeshift. And that's basically telling Morph "never use your mutation" and that's really shitty?? Like imagine if in every single Wolverine fic, his love interest was telling him "never use your claws, they aren't the real you". Like what the hell? Imagine if someone was telling Storm to stop making it rain. Jubilee, stop making fireworks, it's too flashy, it's not being true to yourself.

Now, this is where I start not making sense to non-trans folk, okay? It feels like Morph being told to stay in their base grey form, that they shouldn't even use their OTHER base form which is legit just the same body with more features, is like when people police the gender expression of nonbinary people. Can't be too feminine or masculine in your expression because then "you're not actually nonbinary you're something else". Can't have certain physical traits (breasts, body/facial hair, body fat) because it's not androgynous enough, you aren't trying hard enough to fit into the nonbinary box. Which is wild because the whole purpose of being nonbinary is not wanting to be put into a box. It isn't just a third gender.

And I'm fine with depicting Logan as not really getting it! As trying to be supportive by saying "just be yourself, you don't have to shapeshift all the time", but you can't play it as if Logan is right. He isn't right because Morph's base form is not the one and only Them. They contain multitudes.

Think like Nimona. Nimona is a nonbinary shapeshifter who likes to shapeshift. Ballister tries to get her to stop, tells her to just be her (always meaning her base girl form), but she tells him that it's all her. Every form is her. It itches not to shapeshift because it is denying a part of her being and forcing her into a box. And what a fucking slap in the face that Morph gets confirmed as nonbinary, and now everyone wants to force Morph into a box (their base form) and not let them come out of that box because supposedly them shapeshifting is going against who they really are.

[kikiwooo]

i’m the anon that asked about xavier and fredrinn tag teaming me and i haven’t been brainrotting about fredrinn lately but i’ve been thinking about xavier as a camboy alot 😭 idk the idea just appeals to me. and i’ve been trying to think of other characters that would fit this trope, like i could totally see lancelot, yin and gusion as camboys HAHAHA

MANNN GODDAM Y'ALL HAVE SOME QUITE INTERESTING FANTASIES 💀😭 I kinda didn't liked what I wrote and some parts might be short because I died

notes; gn! reader, camboy! mlbb boys

Gusion

lmao gus after his brother didn't give him enough money or overall he doesn't have enough money for himself, quite pitiful indeed. Let's jump straight into it cuz if I ever go into detail that would be an essay +he's paxley so probably there's like lot who knows him and his ego just wouldn't allow him

He probably does challenges about how big and deep he can take in and people just following cuz he's not only a new face but a pretty one too+he's also stubborn. He reads every donation out loud, also those shitty and troll ones too, he's that gullible but he learns it after it happens a few times. his eyes does go wide and his system stops for a few seconds after receiving big ass donation (while having a big ass dildo up his ass, his challenge not mine) will also smirk if the person who donated him challenge to another thing and says they'll pay him even more if he does this and that, Gus will do it no matter how impossible it is. (is that dragon di-

Will frequently invite you to his streams or videos if you guys are in relationship irl, but if you only watch and donate and maybe sing in membership(he has the silliest emotions of himself) he'll favor that one person(it's you)

Yin

INEXPERIENCEDDD I TELL YOU, but somewhat he's pretty good with those dildos, bro's born for it. Lieh is tired of hearing Yin's sloppy whimpers and half moans which he tries so hard to hide.( They're twins) most of the people favor him and only him cuz he's cute.

He recording videos cuz he heard it from Lieh that one makes so much money from it and only it. Yin was insecure at first so he first talked it with one of his very very close friend(you), but like super duper close, he can't handle anyone else other than you so you're his go to. He's pretty vanilla but from time to time he doesn't skip to try new things (𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂), also somehow gets lots of donations even if he does literally nothing and just sits in front of the camera (you know the deal shh)

But if you're one of his viewers, and probably the nicer one than those of the perverts and just keep him in his ground and offer him to do new things to not lose the attention+also keeping him updated about literally everything going around, somehow Yin even offered you a private video just for you- or just a simple invite (lieh didn't liked that)

Lancelot

ALRIGHTTT, lance is experienced and probably has been in this camboy things for years, he's pretty proud of his own body and shamelessly shows it into the camera without any hesitation maybe that's why he's so popular.

Though he's open to the camera, you can never get anything from him real life, he shuts the topic really fast that you can't even argue back. If you're one of his viewers+have membership probably the earliest one, yeah lance over here has a VIP room for y'all like the first seats of the cinema. Lance cares about what his viewers want because that's where the money comes from, no?

Lancelot is actually fond of tight clothes/gears?? Like how they squeeze is skin so deliciously(he knows his chat loves it, he also himself likes them so win?)

Everyone's literally there for his girly moans what are you talking about.

Xavier

Y'all how we got him on here, 's like we won the lottery???? despite being quiet both irl and in front of the camera, we can hear soft grunts and gasps whilst he's taking it hard(I'm not the one salivating no it's you) AHHHH HE'S JUST, PERFECT??? the way his waist and they way he turns around to check, the way his muscles mmhmmmmhmhmhm. Though he likes you interrupting his streams when you come behind him to tease, he scolds you from after the stream (damn). if one of his viewers with membership, he quietly thanks those people (he whispers, asmr fr) at the beginning of the video/stream, doesn't show much of a reaction at the donates, he's doing it for it anyway, but his eyes will visibly widen whenever reaching such lot donations with cute messages(his fandom is 🎀yes both genders),

He's always sore after the streams and videos, no matter how he took it from low, he always ends up sore which he complains about it, but does he make money? yes so so much and he doesn't thinking about giving it up any time soon.

[falntcry]

A Mess It Grows - LS18, OP81

Pairing: Lance Stroll x Oscar Piastri (Maplescotch)

Summary: Following Lando's win at Miami, an insecure Oscar heads to his hotel room to regress. One of his boyfriends follows suit to comfort him the only way they know how.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, kink themes (petplay/animal play), sfw intimacy, hurt/comfort, mentions of polyamory, use of pet names

A/N: Crosspost of my fic from my ao3 (inlovingmemory) and also my first fic here. Maplescotch is such an underrated ship and one of the few I would actually die for. (Mainly bc I'm a sucker for ships only I care about) Enjoy.

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The checkered flag waved as crowds clad in orange and black began their frantic frenzy. 8 seconds ahead of the 3-times World Champion, for several laps. The rows upon rows of fans under the Florida sun were livid at the sight. Could it really be? A car the color of papaya-orange crossed the finish line for the first time since 2021. But an Australian wasn't the winner. Not this time.

No, that Australian was at Toro Rosso now. AlphaTauri. RB. Whatever they were called, it wasn't Red Bull or McLaren. He was stuck situated behind a Sauber and would likely be his same, bitter, old self after the race.

Yet, there was one Australian today who got the shorter end of that stick. One younger, yet dressed in the same ol' familiar orange and black. Bright, exhausting orange like his car. The one cameras paid no focus on: Oscar Piastri. Driver for McLaren, Alpine survivor, and 2 seasons into F1. Drove his car off for podium place until Carlos collided his Ferrari into the papaya boy. 

Front wing damage. No penalty. Late leaving the pit stop from repairs. Forcibly having to settle for 13th place with no points. Losing his place late in the race while Lando was having the time of his life.

Oh yes, Lando. Lando Norris.

There's not much the Aussie could say about the Brit. They were teammates, they were competitors. Nothing more, nothing less than that. They got along, admittedly, only because Oscar knew they had to.

Being at Alpine years ago, he witnessed the opposite firsthand. His long-term boyfriend, Esteban Ocon, had been the subject of several cutthroat backtalk and altercations involving fellow Frenchman Pierre Gasly. Sly remarks full of snark and internal gossip with mean looks, or full on fights in private. It would get nasty, almost catfight-ish. All Oscar could do was sit back and watch like a child of divorce, until he'd have to later comfort and ice Ocon's bruises.

The Aussie knew any teammate relationship could turn sour like theirs at any time. No matter how long or how deep their bond went, a budding rose always came to grow thorns. He's seen the contempt boil and bubble, masked behind the Frenchmens' PR-fueled, artificial smiles for social media. Pierre's faux-friendliness on and off-camera had targeted him too, coming from someone who desperately wanted to lure the young driver in despite knowing Esteban's warnings. Even the most enticing of snakes prepped their fangs.

But Lando wasn't like that.

Atleast, that's what Oscar hoped. Since switching his colors from Alpine's sugary, teeth-rotting, cotton candy-esque light blue and pink to a more vivid orange, the relationship between the two Anglophones had since been short of amiable. Sure, maybe they weren't constantly at eachother's throats - and maybe Oscar should've been grateful for that - but they weren't the best of friends either. Or friends at all. An air of stillness had settled between them since they first met in the same garage over a year ago, growing like a thick fog. 

McLaren and F1's social media could paint the papaya pair like two peas in an overwhelmingly positive pod as much as they wanted, but all it did was make them look good. Good. Marketable. Two young drivers ready to take on the whole grid, overwhelmingly clad in black and orange. A World Champion-in-the-making and a former rookie who seemingly locked together like two puzzle pieces. Landoscar, the fans called it. Soulmates, everyone viewed it.

If it were that easy, maybe Oscar would already be attached to the hip of the Brit. Maybe Lando - for how much he flaunted his shamelessly hedonistic lifestyle as if it were his sole personality trait and thought inside that hollow head of his - would atleast make the effort to include and invite him to stuff once in a while. It's not like Oscar was begging to go to his teammate's pretentious parties across Europe, full of high-class randoms several leagues above him. Full of people he didn't know nor could care less about him or his relationships. Instead, Oscar usually kept quiet, only bothering to smile and make small talk when McLaren needed them to. Even when the cameras weren't rolling, it was never like he asked the Brit time and time again to be besties, although sometimes he wish he did. 

Lando wouldn't have to pretend to reach out to him after their social media shoots, pretending to be interested in him and his life. The Aussie knew deep down his teammate, for how dull he proudly was, was playing the same games he was, tricking the media and inadvertently, Oscar aswell. People already thought they were the "bestest" of teammates compared to the other, far more infamous pairs on the grid. The thought made Oscar shiver.

Even his boyfriends, despite the bias against them, were never the subject of tabloids as much as the Brit was. If anything, his two lovers being disliked helped keep their relationship out of the spotlight - yet it only made the vipers of paparazzi focus solely on Lando and Oscar. Labeled as 'friends', an 'ideal couple,' despite the younger man already having special people (who were also on the grid) in his life. But God help him for actually thinking journalists payed attention to what was true.

Maybe he wouldn't be constantly compared to Lando - more than he already was - if they actually were good friends like the news said. Oscar was just a former rookie in the eyes of his team and the media, but Lando was a proven, soon-to-be World Champion. Every step he took, praise followed like a trail of gold. His own red carpet. Even the cameras were too bright, Oscar was almost blinded despite how far he was shoved out their view.

In regards to the times where he, or perhaps where McLaren allowed him to, shone, he was restricted to playing 2nd. Times where he could've helped the team gain points were never considered when they focused on his tanner teammate to earn another podium. Oscar would have to stick towards the back end of the race, feeling too insecure to look at his manager in the eye in the garage. A disgustingly sick feeling in the pit of his stomach that he'd grown familiar with. And as he predicted, this strategy (or lack thereof) happened again today.

Except Lando was a race winner now.

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The heat of the Miami sun rested upon Oscar's back as he begrudgingly exited the cockpit, his fireproofs and suit on fire as he ripped off his helmet. What a horrible race that was, just his luck to go from top 4 to being the loser in a challenge with Carlos. The Spaniard seemed to collide with him, giving him damage to his front wing as he'd end up losing his place. Sure, he was able to get back in the race and set the fastest lap so he'd gain something out of it, even if it was to just end up behind an Alpine and out of points territory. But it didn't really mean anything when he had his race ruined and McLaren couldn't care less about him. 

From where he currently was in the garage, God Save The King blared in the distance, like a thought he couldn't truly escape. If he were a little more patriotic, he'd find it nauseating. But even if he wasn't, it still was. Everywhere he went, it seemed to remind him that he'd never be good enough. He'd never be like him in their eyes, only a liability. Feeling sick again, Oscar ran and tried finding the nearest bathroom, far from the McLaren garage. Far from the podium. He couldn't bear to deal with the strategists and members of the team crowding his way right now. 

It was his day. Lando's day. It always was.

Stood proud on the podium were the same three that usually stood there: a McLaren, a Red Bull, and a Ferrari. A Brit, a Dutchman. and a Monegasque. The sun's golden glare made them looked blessed, like a trio of angels. Oscar couldn't bother to look from behind his back, ignoring the barrage and sea of voices and lights blinding and deafening him if he did. But they weren't for him, not all of them. It didn't matter. The spotlight was focused on something - rather, someone - else, and he needed to leave. Fast and unbothered. His hotel couldn't have been that far from the track, especially when he was sure some of the other drivers were headed their way there also after the race ended. 

Especially the two he knew, who he shared a room with. Who he always shared hotel rooms with, discretely under the guise of being a "group of best friends." Whatever people thought, Oscar needed them. Particularly in this moment, when his head began to feel too heavy for him to support himself. When he needed to be away from the masses and fall into a special sort of headspace only they knew about, behind closed doors. Those special, intimate moments. 

After having to do some careful finding in the garage and stripping of his fireproofs, Oscar grabbed his phone and immediately went to his contacts. He's changed enough out of his race suit and back to regular McLaren merch that he could sneak back out to the paddock. In such a fast amount of time too, seeing how the rest of the papaya crew was still too focused on throwing Lando around. Then again, Oscar was rushing in a hurry and practically gone ghost once he situated his cap.

Most of the drivers on the grid stayed at the same hotel for certain races, their team executives booking them months in advance. They were never usually that far from the track or paddock either, for the teams convienence. Such was the case for Miami, where Oscar currently padded open the resort's luxerious doors in an urgent manner. Did McLaren need him right now? Probably, if Lando's win got boring to rub in. Would Oscar head back to attend? Nope.

As the Aussie went to dial the number labelled, "Lancey," in a strike of coincidence, life decided to serve itself to him for once. Meeting eye to eye with the Canadian again off track, the taller male's expression went from one of surprise to worry. The concern seemed to rub off the younger man, as evident by how Lance was able to pick up on it quickly.

"Osc, what are ya' doing here? Shouldn't you be at McLaren's garage?"

Nothing. No response. All he received was a big, brown-eyed stare from his dark brown eyes into his. Lance's worry seemed to grow tenfold at his boyfriend's out-of-character silence. Something must've been really wrong, his race must've gone pretty bad. Lance knew his wasn't great either, but Oscar handled his more deeply.

The Canadian looked down with his own dark eyes, reflecting a vulnerable Oscar in them like a mirror. His voice almost cracked, bringing a hand to grip his tightly as he pulled them towards the elevator. Oscar wasn't even aware that the button for their floor was clicked, and soon they were off.

"I'll- I'll need to phone Esteban as soon as possible, tell him he needs to come back immediately. He's—" Lance's voice trembled, as if he had something stuck in his throat. This ride was taking too long, goosebumps forming on skin from pure nervousness.

Seemingly noticing, Oscar rubbed his head of fluffy peanut-brown hair against his side. He looked up into the eyes of his boyfriend, and felt the Canadian's nerves rapidly calm down. Realizing what kind of care Oscar needed now, the taller man spoke again, this time much more clearly.

"Esteban, right. Este is uhm, busy with Fernando right now. He'll be back soon, hopefully with some food. But I might need him to come quicker, especially since you're going into err—" Oscar pawed at Lance's sweater, cutting his train of thought off again. Feeling concerned yet a little more relaxed now, he laughed. Their elevator had reached their floor. Lance heard Oscar whine a little at how hard he gripped the Aussie's hand while walking over to their room door.

"Pupspace." A smile bright as the morning sun spread on his features. Oscar's followed as he laid put on the velvet floor, restlessly pawing at his feet.

He would've preferred if he had brought a leash to Aston Martin's garage, or perhaps if Esteban did to Alpine's. It would've made his job a lot easier, yet it's not like he could've predicted Oscar would regress this soon. Or this severe. Or Nando potentially finding it on accident. That would've been one hell of an embarrassing talk.

After some fumbling with the lock of the hotel door and Lance's strangely large quantity of keys, the door finally let loose. The Montrealer squatted down near the Australian, exchanging a gentle glance and offering his hand to help him back up to his feet, although only to walk him inside. Oscar's weight felt like a bag of thick rice, needing all of Lance's support to be carried inside as if he couldn't use his legs anymore. Granted, that was because he couldn't. He wasn't "grown" enough to do so currently. 

The lights of their hotel room were turned down low, a nice warm orange coating everything. Enough time had passed that the Miami sun had begun to set, its luminous colors bleeding through the large glass windows and fine curtains as it dipped into the horizon. The sight almost made Lance sleepy, almost falling into a drowsy state before realizing he was carrying someone much sleepier already.

Setting Oscar aside on the nearest couch, he kept his head up as the Aussie looked at him with pleading eyes. Wanting warmth and attention now that they were behind closed doors, he whined again, in a higher pitch than last time. Lance couldn't help but chuckle, hands on his hips as he returned some sass.

"Alright alrighty, Butterscotch. I'm trying to be fast for ya, but you're asking quite a lot!" The mahogany of the Canadian's lively eyes reflected back onto Oscar's, who couldn't help his cheeks grow pink like bushes of roses. The younger man watched from his place, sat on the couch, as Lance looked around their temporary living space for a few moments. Almost urgently so.

When finished, he had a familiar leather collar wrapped in his hands. Oscar's eyes went wide at the sight. Unable to keep his excitement down, he reached his thin paws out in a 'grabby' motion and yelped. Yip yapping away. Another laugh escaped Lance, who rested a rough hand on Oscar's shoulder. "Who knew Esteban and I had such a needy, impatient puppy..."

"But I shouldn't mock you this much, especially when ya need this more than me right now." Despite his outward manner and physique compared to the Aussie, the Quebecker's hands were quite gentle as he began wrapping the accessory around his partner's neck. Oscar, of course, stayed still and soaked in the attention like a sponge. Feeling the black and orange-accented leather lock into place and hearing his name tag (which simply read: "OP31, replies to 'Oscar' or 'Butterscotch.' If found, return to Stroll or Ocon.") jingle, he finally relaxed. The bad thoughts from earlier were beginning to drain out.

Not bothering to change either of them out of their team merch, Lance pulled his pet into his grip with one arm. Oscar fell immediately into his chest, pawing at it before circling around to settle himself down more comfortably. Lance gazed down, petting the fluffy caramel-brown hair between his fingers as he pressed a kiss on the Australian's nose bridge.

"You're a good boy, Osc. A good pup." Lance paused, looking away from the chocolately love in Oscar's eyes to his own fingers. Fidgeting and flicking them around, he felt a certain paw mess with it. Lance felt a familiar pair of eyes look back up at him again.

"I'm just— sorry. Sorry for you. I just feel bad that, well, ya know. Lando, Carlos, or whoever, ruined your race today."

A high pitched whimper followed in agreement as the younger man laid his head against the chest of Canadian, opting to lay against the armrest as he waited for their other partner to come home. Oscar took in his partner's scent as he laid on his side, curled up in his arms. Faintly smelling like maple with hints of pecan pie. A cold Autumn breeze over the warmth of a thick cotton scarf.

"It wasn't your fault. I know your mind will tell you otherwise, but I won't. I know, I know..."

Oscar was more than upset about the earlier drama and results, but wouldn't be lying if he admitted that he couldn't care anymore. Fortunately fleeting away, then gone in the wind. Was almost like a near memory that he since brushed off once returning home.

Home where he could unwind, where he could be his true self. Where he could no longer worry about the race or any sort of grid drama. A home where he could be with physically, no matter where he went. Melbourne, Suzuka, Shanghai, Miami...

He was safe at home. Safe, secure, and warm. Home meant comfort, but it also meant security. Private, yet seeked fun. Home never judged him for letting his walls down, or anything else really. Home made him feel seen. Feel loved. Acknowledged.

Lance was home, Oscar's home. Nothing could change that. Nothing would. He wore dark green, but loving him was red.

And so were both of their cheeks currently, mutually flushed as they pressed against eachother. Lance wasn't sleeping, no, but he was surely entertaining himself as he watched Oscar try not to. Yet a peck to the cheek helped his senses kick in, as he giggled and licked at the Montrealer's face.

Smiles were exchanged once more, Lance couldn't help but keep playing with the silk of Oscar's hair. The younger man melted to the touch, rubbing against him in an attempt for more petting. His collar seemed to be a bit too tight for his skin, causing a noticeable red mark around his neck. He had his hands available, but seemed to prefer Lance's help.

"I just wish they came to some sense, ya know? Carlos, I mean. I— I don't understand him."

The Quebecker stood up, causing the reaction of his little spoon to do the same. Oscar fell to the floor. Knobby knees against the velvet carpet as he stayed on his fours. Lance stood to stretch, leaning down to pet the Aussie as he walked towards his temporary water bowl. Tapping the side twice, Oscar skittered across obediently. Lance's train of thought continued again as he leaned against the wall, watching Oscar lap up his water.

"There's always gonna be those types of people on the grid, the ones that want you gone. I've been through it, so has Esteban. Even Lewis." 

Oscar stayed put on the floor, sitting crissed-cross with his two front hands infront. Water ran from his face down his chin. A noticeable stain now soaking the collar of his papaya-orange polo. He turned his head to the side at Lance's words, whining an octave louder. Brown eyes staring.

"I know what it's like to constantly be compared to your teammate too. You— You have to survive with it in this sport, unfortunately."

Lance adjusted his posture, squatting on the floor before standing up on his knees. Unlike Oscar, he wobbled, only stabilizing himself with a hand behind him on the floor. He pat at his thigh, whistling as he locked eye contact with the Australian, before bringing him in a tight embrace.

"You don't deserve any of this, Butterscotch. None of this. I'm sorry."

The Canadian's grip seemed to fasten against Oscar's skinnier body like a death grip. As if he didn't want to let him go, or let him breathe. Oscar rested his head the broad of Lance's shoulder, hands splayed on his lover's back. He didn't know where else to leave them.

He felt Lance's hands curl into the caramel of his hair, like milkweed silk between his rough fingers. Oscar closed his eyes, huffing before shaking slightly. His breath stuttering as his chest heaved, feeling like the weight of several stones. Was he crying? He can't remember the last time he did that, especially over a race. Over Lando. Over Carlos. Over everything and anything. Lance hugged him tightly, shushing him as he felt cold tears stain his sweater.

A nearby phone on the coffee table began to ring. Lance's phone. Must've been Esteban. 

They let it play, ignoring the ringtone repeating before it eventually ended. They didn't need to move for the world, to wait for others. All Lance needed to do was pay attention to his puppy. His pet. His lover. His Oscie. 

It was his night. Oscar's night. It always was.

Atleast to Lance. Esteban too, but only one of them was present. That's all that mattered. Oscar had people that cared, spotlight or not. Race winner or not. Unruined race or not.

Before he knew it, the Australian felt lightheaded. And light. His sopping eyes opened once again as streams littered his face, his blurry vision turning around to notice he wasn't on the floor anymore. Lance was carrying him in his arms, bridal style now. It made Oscar feel small. Vulnerable. Safe. Too deep into headspace and his own insecurities to feel anything but like a puppy. 

Looking up, the younger man was met with dark brown eyes meeting his gaze. The Canadian nodded, allowing Oscar to use his sweater to wipe his tears. He pressed a kiss to the bridge of Oscar's nose again, before laying him in the marble of their hotel room's bathtub. His soft yet coarse hands made quick work of the leather collar around the Aussie's neck, rubbing the slight red it left behind. 

Mercy coated Lance's eyes, as he sighed yet still gave a gentle smile. His cheeks lightly budding pink like a bush of hibiscuses. Oscar turned his nose up, smiling back in a toothy grin that went up the corners of his face. Face redder than salmon roe. Lance gripped his delicate hands, bringing them to his lips for a kiss. His skin was soft like the rest of him, yet he smelled his strongest here. Like oranges and vanilla. 

Lance leaned against the tub, slowly taking off each of his dear's garments. Maybe Oscar had his hands available, but he was too deep into headspace to speak — let alone strip himself. The toffee of his eyes stayed locked onto the Quebecker, purring as he went limp. Even if Oscar could take care of himself, Lance knew he needed him now. And now was all that mattered.

At the final piece of clothing, Oscar's boxers, Lance paused. His hands moved up the pale of the Australian's body to cup his cheeks, moving his thumbs against them in a soothing motion. Lance looked down at him, gentle, serene. Oscar let him do anything, and he was glad he trusted him that much. Like a puppy to its owner. A vulnerable animal to its caretaker. He pressed one final kiss to his soft, pink lips. He tasted like sorbet, Lance's favorite.

They locked eyes once more before Lance's train of thought continued. His faint voice finding itself again.

"Let's— Let's get you cleaned up, Scotchie."

[mullettaegi]

i know the galra had ten thousand years and unlimited resources to build up their defences and offences, to create an insane amount of weapons, to do evil experiments, and rule far across the universe, but HOW does it go from voltron being the defender of the universe, the most powerful weapon in the universe, something that zarkon has been hunting after for ten thousand years, something that made sendak (a very strong galra commander who would not let anyone stand in his way, according to himself) gasp and RUN.

yes he didnt fully run away but he retreated; he watched his battle cruiser get blown to fucking pieces, and remember this is the first time the paladins formed voltron. there was no sword. it was like their second or third time flying in their lions, and the only one that has had consistent flight simulations and training for however long is lance, and even then i think we saw him struggle to strategise a battle plan when going after the yellow lion with hunk because we heard him say he would cover hunk, we saw him carry that out but then get overwhelmed by the galra fighters in the air and take off after them.

hes a damn good pilot, and they all are, especially in the lions, but this is on a next level to what they could've been training for at the garrison.

so, this takes me to my point, why in the fucking world was voltron so fucking nerfed in the later seasons. like yes i dont want an easy win for voltron every battle, yknow, its about them working together as a team, its about voltron not always being the solution (aka when its better for them to split off into lions while they strategise), its about them actually coming up with strategies instead of just going in voltron first and hoping for the best.

its been a while since i watched the later seasons but rn im mostly thinking of atlas. like it just doesnt really make sense to me tbh? to build the atlas, yes, its essentially a replacement for the castleship, a place for a team to watch voltron from the sky, provide back up, but then to have it form into a voltron-esque robot ??? i just dont think thats where they should have taken it.

im glad for the castle of lions to take an important role in some episodes, where again the answer lies outside of JUST voltron, but it doesnt really make sense to build another giant robot.

it kind of takes away the development the paladins are supposed to go through as well, to work together better and stronger as a team thus opening up more weapons from voltron and learning how to fight in different ways.

idk i think the entire thing was kinda over-thought at the end as they were trying to keep the show going, but missing some of the other storylines they could've gone down, (black paladin lance, lotor redemption arc (which he did seemingly have but all along they planned to throw that in the bin), the team coming together as friends more often developing their bond as voltron but also as people, the team seeing their families again, not killing off shiro's FUCKING CANON BOYFRIEND IN A STUPID FUCKING SHITTY WAY ADAM DIDNT DESERVE TO DIE YALL ARE JUST COWARDS, and also the team kinda reflecting back to how they were jn the beginning and realizing they have grown (i say the team but i mostly mean lance and hunk because the writers just did not give two shits about them they really didnt get the chance to become fully thought out characters, they just had some insecurities and interests that were ignored until convenient then ignored again)).

[pidges-lost-robot]

I love the Keith and Lance friendly antagonism/rivalry (yk that thing the show could've eventually gotten to but forgot to) as much as the next person but I will always be the biggest Pidge vs Lance rivalry/friendly antagonism

It's too funny cause neither of them value the same things as being the thing to compete in, but they're also both competitive

Like I think Keith has to be pushed to care about competition tbh (or at least the writers had to contrive situations and his personality to make it work) but Keith doesn't hugely care about the same things Lance does in the way that eventually it was clear, even when they did really contrive to make Keith care, that the whole thing was really one sided (which is interesting but in different way)

But with Pidge and Lance, they both value certain traits in a way that even though its not the same and theyre each competing over different things, the pair of them would believably die on their respective hills just to prove a point, in a way that Keith just wouldn't. Pidge and Lance will go above and beyond to compete and be petty in a way where they know they have a close friendship but also they're gonna win. That competition can rarely be mistaken for actual antagonism and when it is or if it actually is, then the two are direct and blunt enough too to get to the bottom of it

Meanwhile being playfully mean for them would be different, cause they're both highly insecure and while competitiveness is one thing, being mean to each other would kind of cause problems for them if they hit a button or nerve they weren't aware of

I think Keith and Lance are better with the sort of relationship where its less competitive but more that they can honestly express their more negative traits and beliefs in front of each other without fear that the other will try to correct or fix the others belief. They can be as playfully mean, negative or cynical as they want in front of each other cause they're both the sort that try really hard not to come across certain ways and try to hide (sometimes in vain) these parts of themselves. They can show their darker traits that others would be concerned about to each other and know that the other is capable of being honest enough to both be able to handle it but also to know when there should be some actual concern and lines drawn

Plus on top of this, competition for Keith has always been this thing put upon him so tbh I think that's also a reason for me why Keith and Lance should be more playfully mean than competitive cause for Lance competition has been historically safe and fine for him with certain people, while for Keith it's always been something that has had people treat him negatively and therefore means something different to him.

This got longer than expected but TLDR (shut up ik it's not that long): Pidge and Lance are the rivals, but Lance and Keith are the playfully mean ones. Maybe that just makes them rivals but in a different font but to me that different font is important

[cardverseut]

KINGDOM OF HEART =

• This kingdom is mainly influenced by colors, red, brown and black.

• The kingdom of Hearts has the ability of emotions, its rulers usually have powers related to emotions or influence.

• Her kingdom never gets involved when there are conflicts, they are almost always neutral.

• They are the main exporters of commerce and their lands are rich in vegetation.

•KING OF HEART =

Name: Sans Comic Age: 34 years. Spouse: Red F. Serif. Family: Papyrus Comic (Younger Brother).

Weapon / Skill: GB (Gaster Blaster) and bones. His attacks are very weak but he has the ability to sense people's crimes and the more they have damaged others the more damage they will do (It is called "karmic retribution").

Appearance: It is a somewhat low skeleton and a little round. He wears a brown sweatshirt, short black pants with a white stripe on each side, pink slippers with white stockings and a red cape with white fur.

Personality: He is relaxed and loose 24/7. He is a joker and loved by his kingdom, but nobody dares to try to hurt his family, because there he shows why he is the strongest of the royal family.

Life before the coronation: He was born on a farm at the limits of Corazón and Pica, his parents disappeared leaving him (9 years old) and his baby brother alone, along with his Papyrus survived thanks to the efforts of Sans, he got his home and they made a farm that they maintained; They had a normal and calm life until at the age of 32 the King of Heart mark appeared on his left shoulder blade. His excited younger brother took him to the castle running and was named King.

Bonus: He loves ketchup and hot dogs.

•QUEEN OF HEARTS =

Name: Red F. (Fell) Serif. Age: 30 years. Spouse: Sans Comic. Family: Edge B. (Boss) Serif (twin brother).

Weapon / Skill: Sharp Red Bones and GB (Gasters Blaster). It has a great magic well that allows it to last longer in battles than its King, it is also capable of reading people's emotions with ease.

Personality: He is quite grumpy and emotionally volatile. Most of the time he is reserved, serious and educated in public, while in private or with trusted people he is a joker just like his King, although he has trouble expressing kindness for his past, his heart softens when it comes to children or people weak.

Life before being crowned: Along with his twin brother (Edge) they worked in the guard of hearts, his younger brother is the captain of the guard while he was his second hand. His entire family served hearts as a guard and when his queen mark appeared he refused to rise to the throne as he did not want to be thought he was not the one for the job. Upon learning this, his younger brother tied him in chains and took him to serve the kingdom despite Red's complaints.

Bonus: He loves mustard and spicy things.

•HEART JACK =

Name: Lust H. (Heart) Shame. Age: 25 years. Spouse / Lover: None. Family: Pink P. (Papyrus) Shame (younger brother).

Weapon / Skill: A custom lance for him, bone attacks and GB (Gaster Blaster). He has the ability to seduce almost anyone and make them collaborate just by talking to him (for some reason royalty is immune to this) and he can keep his emotions in check very well.

Personality: He is very flirtatious and friendly. Despite having a bad reputation for his past, that did not stop him from winning a large group of worshipers for his kind and flirtatious way of speaking. Although he appears to be confident and confident, inside he is a very insecure person who tries to do his best so as not to disappoint his brother or his kings.

Life before the coronation: Born in a low-income family, so his parents sold him along with his younger brother to a brothel when he was 15 years old, he worked as a prostitute until he could pay a release with his brother thanks to one of his admirers. When he left life that at age 17 he began to design clothes, until he became the personal dressmaker of the royal family (many say that he seduced the previous king, although they are only rumors). When his Jack mark appeared under his right eye when he was 22 years old, I gladly agree to be.

Bonus: like his kings he is addicted to a condiment, mayonnaise. Sometimes he has panic attacks when seeing how his king dresses in such a "not very decent" way.

[electricsynthesis]

2 people validated me so. gender post. this is just whats currently canon to my canonverse au, i accept and & all transgenderism headcanons by the community because i love transgenders. In fact i hope everyone shares their transgenderism thoughts

pidge: trans girl, realized it at age baby and ended up with puberty blockers and HRT as a teenager. shes winning the gender game right up until she has to briefly detransition to sneak back into the garrison. she never does end up going back on estrogen because she ends up kidnapped in a space lion fighting fascists which is sad. she has an awkward relationship to femininity because shes expected to perform it somewhat despite the fact that shes kind of just an awkward nerd girl and it shows in her gender expression. her parents made a big deal of it (in a supportive way, happy and excited, but that veered a bit into "too much" territory regardless) but matt was just like oh little sister? sick. pidge doesnt actually remember her life pre-transition all that much. she was one of those trans toddlers who socially transitioned as soon as she could speak. her brief boymoding-at-the-garrison era was extremely eye-opening to her regarding social dynamics and not in a good way

hunk: trans guy. did the classic "didnt think much about it until puberty" in which he was suddenly seized with that dysphoric malaise. was very businesslike about the whole thing. came out to everyone in rapid succession in very anxious but short conversations. his parents were extremely awkward about it but ultimately supportive. didnt know how to explain it to their extended family. kind of let hunk figure it all out on his own. did pay for hrt and shit though so, trans win? lance was actually one of the last people he told and thats because he was worried about that interaction the least. lance was also extremely awkward about it at first (in that "oh god im sos sorrryyy i didnt mean to slip waaah!!!" kind of way) but pivoted hard into being all like Hunk my Bro my Guy my Buddy and it was really unsubtle but hunk appreciated the sentiment regardless lmao

lance: hes cis sorry. very much the youngest cisgender brother of a bunch of mean (cis) sisters. he was dragged into traditionally "feminine" things as a bonding ritual pretty young, and when he complained of emasculation he was swiftly mocked for being emasculated at all, because "whats so wrong with being like a girl?" which didnt actually help & actually made him really defensive of his more "feminine" habits (because he really does enjoy skincare & taking care of his hair & painting his nails and shit), which only fed into his wider cycle of insecure-and-peacocking-about-it.

keith: i think keiths relationship to gender is somewhat complex because keith is a queer autistic alien boy who literally didn't speak to anyone of the female sex until he was at least nine (when his dad died & his desert isolation childhood era ended). i dont think hes repulsed or confused by women necessarily so much as hes just confused by everyone all the time. i think if he cried too long as a kid his dad would ask him if he was a fuckin queer or if he was gonna man the hell up which certainly did something to his perception of gender but i dont think even he knows what hes supposed to get out of gender. i dont think he cares much about & or thinks about gender very much. i think he finds the general social dynamics of the subject to be vexing in an irritating way and tries not to think about it because it gives him a headache. He’s probably some flavor of nonbinary but he will never unpack that

shiro: hes a cisgender buff gay japanese man which is a whole conversation in and of itself but hes ALSO a soldier who works at a military academy (yknow prior to the alien abduction). i think shiro is very secure in his masculinity but he is also, as many cisgender men are, somewhat infected by the Weird Distance In Intimate Relationships thing. hes private and doesnt feel a need to prove himself but is burdened by how lonely it is trying to connect with other men. shiro shoulder touches keith for the first time and both of them feel a weird jolt. shiro can dedicate 3/4s of his life into bringing keith into the world and mentoring him but he cant say that or acknowledge it or he will die . a fascinating affliction. this is both eased and made tenfold worse after his time as the champion

allura: altean gender essentialism

coran: altean gender essentialism

[localfanbaselurker]

I’m watching “Voltron: Legendary Defender” for the first time and these are my compiled thoughts.

This is Season 3

(S 1-2) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8)

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<this one will be a little longer because I took more pictures when I watched these two seasons, as I got a little more invested in the show>

(Edit: apparently I can only put 10 pictures per post, so while I planned for this to be season 3 and 4, this has to be a solo season post because I have wayyyy too many thoughts and a lot of them need accompanying pictures)

Pre-Season 3

-> I wonder who is gonna be the new black paladin, I hope it’s Allura. Or Keith I guess, but his ass is NOT ready for leadership

-> I need to know where Shiro is. Bring back my Cruella Deville!

-> the witch is altean! This is gonna be sooo important I just know it

-> I wonder how Allura and Keith will interact now that she sorta accepted him being part galra. that’s actually a really interesting topic.

->Keith being galra is gonna be something very important as well I think.

-> Pidge BETTER find her brother and father this season or I swear Dreamworks is gonna catch these hands

Post-Season 3

-> ^if villain why hot?

->his ideals are giving Roman Empire. (I guess that makes sense considering he’s the prince of the Galra Empire)

->^hmmm.🤨🤔 (I know what you are)

->^Space TyLee! And Space Asami, too!

->^oh so Keith gets to be insecure now, I guess everyone gets their own “angst” episode

->^hes the first to comfort him! is this a “klance” moment? It feels like one

->^Once again have to talk about Allura and her dad. She already threw away all her dad’s memories and his “essence” of him. Now she can’t even stay connected to him by piloting his lion ☹️. I genuinely get so sad every time I think about her. 🙁 All I do at 3 am is cry. 😕

->I originally got super sad about that, but then she became the blue one and I was really happy. But I was reallyyyy confused about the schematics of the switches. (still kinda am) like the lions don’t fit their personalities. And isn’t it the point that they get chosen for a reason?? Like when the blue one chose Lance in s1? And the red one chose Kieth, etc. ?? I guess it makes sense for them to call on other paladins when Shiro “dies” (his ass is not dead, I’m 100% sure of that) but Allura fits Black/Red better imo.

-> But then again, I did like how it was executed/explained. “Oh Lance ur the new red one cus you accepted Keith as ur leader and now you have to be the right hand. Get it cus red is Voltron’s right arm??” like yeah. And of course:

->^Allurance!! I finally see it, now.

-> Also, my supposed question about “langst” was proven wrong, there’s more than just the “seventh wheel” episode.

“Not only am I not meant to be the leader, I guess… I guess now I’m not even meant to be a paladin”

He is really insecure about that isn’t he? Does any of this ever get resolved??

-> this season was huge for klance apparently. They have so many moments together. When they get dragged by evil elsa Lotor to that weird planet and have their lions talk face to face, the shoulder touch, them seeking each other out for/being the first to give the other comfort/reassurance, “Leave the math to Pidge” , Lance being the most upset that Keith isn’t at the parade thing, their teamwork in “Tailing a Comet”, “Yeah, who am I gonna make fun of?”

You guys just kept winning this season honestly slay.

-> The Lore drop that Coran did about the creation of Voltron/Original Paladins. Bro

->I’m still hung up on that. Honerva I could have saved you.

-> Gotta say though im all for an evil couple.

-> I loved all the S1 call backs to the original paladins “I’m a leg!” Like yeah 🩷 you are 💛 and the og blue paladin does the “lance in the intro” thing

->^When they form Voltron for the first time in the flashback, the colors are brighter, much like the original 80s show’s colors, and the captions later read “Defender of the Universe”, which was the name of the original Voltron show. This is an especially fun detail because not only are they honoring the “original paladins/voltron” of the show’s lore, they are also doing so in reference to the original show itself, which I think is all so beautiful

->Baby Allura is soooo cute!

-> We get Shiro back! I knew he wasn’t dead. Low key I was scared he lost another arm or something but no! He’s okay 🖤🤍

-> I did some research and it turns out he is in fact 25, I don’t know whether to be happier or sadder for him. On one hand, thank fuck he’s not like 15-17 like the others, on the other hand, he should be at the club. He should be finding love, he should be at his 9-5 paying taxes and doing laundry not having his arm chopped off and replaced with magic and having to fight in the space coliseum and then escaping and having to pilot a giant robot and be a part of an intergalactic war. (I suppose that last part is true for all of them, but the rest is shiro-specific, and it all makes me a little sad)

-> call me crazy but he looked hotter when his hair was long

-> on that note, WHERE did he find a razor. Did he just use a sword or something?? Like in mulan??

-> in “Tailing a Comet”, they apparently meet alternate space reality!Kuvira from atla:lok , and ASR!Bataar Jr. I mean, really, down to the bun and the mole, as well as the controlling dictatorship-esque behavior and the “really, this is actually for their own good” attitude when it comes to said controlling behavior. Did the writers of each show just share ideas or??

-> im so serious with that last question. The thing that came out of the “quintessence rift” that the original paladins had to fight? A dark spirit from LoK: Book 2: Spirits. Whatever tf happened to zarkon when he got too close? When Unalaq got possessed by Vaatu. I mean really, were they just passing cards like go fish?

->I genuinely cried when Keith left for the Blade of Marmora (to save time, I’m gonna start calling them the “Blades” or “BOM”)

-> however, I feel like him leaving for the blades is gonna be really plot relevant later on

-> I think that’s when S3 ended im pretty sure. I don’t have further thoughts other than those I could’ve discussed if I could upload enough pictures for my S4 thoughts that accompanied them.

These are thoughts I’ve had compiled for a while. I finished S3 on 06/26/24 and S4 on 06/30/24. As of today (07/3/24) I am on S5E3.

I will continue to post my thoughts/Updates on the tag “laura’s first vld”

[missglaskin]

i personally don’t see Aegon growing up into show!Aegon if he and the reader were raised as brother and sister. at the very least he’d be a hedonist with a bit of a drinking problem but no one would really bat an eye at that considering he’s not set to inherit anything so there’s a bit more freedom in being born the ‘spare’ child. but the lengths this man would go to, to please the reader would be maddening.

it would mostly begin with Aegon attempting to become a knight from all those fairytale books the reader likes to read. mastering the longsword Blackfyre before testing the waters with daggers and lances. the first time Aegon declared he’d be taking part in a tourney Alicent nearly choked on her breakfast. but inevitably Aegon will realize that the reader wants more then a pretty boy donning pretty armour so he begins to attempt the whole chivalry part of being a knight too. something about Aegon awkwardly pulling out the reader’s chair think Jaime jumping up from the table to pull out a chair for Brienne to join them during the last GOT season when they’re in Winterfell together makes Viserys chuckle as he murmurs something about “young love” into Alicent’s ears.

but sometimes Aegon can become incredibly insecure standing next to his brother. not because Aemond is tall and strong and handsome but rather because Aemond’s intellect is already being compared to his grandfather’s as he spends his days studying philosophy and histories. the first time Otto runs into Aegon in the library, the old man has to do a double take believing he’d lost his mind for a moment before softly asking Aegon if he needs help finding something. and Aegon admits that he’s struggling to find a book that won’t numb his mind or induce a nap. within a week, Aegon enters his chambers to find a stack of fairytale-esque books that heavily incorporate war and politics but in a way that actually makes learning enjoyable. the prince merely stares awkwardly at Otto when they run into each other after and Otto nods in understanding. no words spoken. and the queen is left confused.

once Aegon enters his twenties, the prince realizes he must actually begin focusing establishing his place in court and building a future after seeing the reader is interested in Tyrion older men that are capable of thinking beyond the next tourney. so he uses his privilege as the king’s eldest son to usurp the role of Lord Commander of the City Watch despite several protest. and Aegon simply retorts that if Rhaenyra is meant to rule after the king, then as her brother, it is his duty to protect her, right? but it sort of backfired because although Viserys eagerly agrees, the king also believes Aemond should follow in suit and names him Lord Captain of the Red Keep’s Guard too, evening the scales between the brothers once again.

it’s during this conversation that Aemond, Viseron and Jace realize they’ve gotten so caught up fighting each other that they’ve completely overlooked Aegon under the belief he’d never grow out of his juvenile follies quick

I do agree. Aegon will go to whatever length to please and win the reader over. He tries his best to be a gentleman- he really does. It just doesn't come naturally as it does with Jace.

Alicent and Otto encourage Aegon further, and for the first time in a long time, Viserys himself pays attention to Aegon. Praising him for being so considerate to the reader.

Out of the boys, it's Aemond who first catches into what's going on. He knows his mother and grandfather always wanted to choose Aegon over him, he was the oldest after all. But Aemond felt he had the upper-hand in that he proved to be mindful of his duties.

So he notices when Aegon starts attending lessons. He notices Aegon hunched over trying his best to read. The final confirmation was Aegon's presence in the training fields.

Regarding the tourneys, Alicent rejects Aegon's offer. She knows how competitive Aemond can be and while Aemond may not kill his brother. The same cannot be said for Viserion who will love to have the opportunity.

It takes Viserion and Jace some time. Vis is too focused on making a rival of Aemond and still greatly underestimates Aegon. Jace is just awe-struck around the reader, too focused on her than anyone else.

Though when Aegon takes the position of the commander of the city watch, it's one of the rare times when the three boys have a somewhat civil conversation. All along they were busy fighting with one another that Aegon slipped under their nose.

[mistolras]

I have no idea if this post will reach the intended audience, but I've recently been playing Pokémon Shield and realised Hop is kind of similar to Lance from Voltron Legendary Defender. And I would literally take a bullet for either of them so there is definitely a character archetype that I'm into lmao

Essentially, they both have this goofy, upbeat exterior that hides a lot of sadness and insecurity. When we first meet them, there doesn't seem to be much under the surface beneath their jolly personality, but this is gradually unravelled to reveal that they're compensating heavily.

We get little hints about it at first, with Lance saying in season 2 'what if I'm just a fifth wheel?' and Hop hyping up his brother Leon at the start of the game, seeming enthusiastic and supportive of him but also revealing that he wants to be just as successful. This gradually gets darker, as Lance considers actually leaving the team and Hop becomes increasingly downtrodden and desperate after each loss.

They both feel overshadowed by someone else. Hop literally grew up in Leon's shadow, surrounded by memorabilia of his success in their house. After becoming the Red Paladin, Lance feels outshone by Allura's achievements with Blue, and, when Shiro comes back, feels that Keith is more worthy of Red. They're both constantly trying to fill someone else's shoes and never quite feeling good enough.

Despite this, they remain good-hearted. lance would've loved to become Black Paladin, but supports and uplifts Keith as the leader. Hop's dream is to become Champion, but he still congratulates the player every time they win, even when you take away his chance to fight Leon.

The final and most depressing reason they're similar is the treatment they receive from their franchises. Wasted potential doesn't even begin to cover it 😭 Lance just becomes a simp for Allura and then ends up being a farmer. Hop gets a pretty good character arc in the game, but he gets paid dust in the anime. Leon acts like a mentor and older brother figure to Ash while Hop barely features. They even make a storyline about that kid in the hospital (I forgot his name) who admires Leon, when Leon's own brother is literally right there. When the kid is brought to Leon's match against Raihan and it shows Ash and co in the crowd and then Hop sat at home watching- why hasn't Leon brought him to see it??

Why must I keep loving these pure hearted characters whose potential just gets completely wasted 😭

[coldslaws]

Honestly Alder is one of the best champions in the entire franchise. The amount of depth and story that is both spoken and unspoken in Alder is genuinely amazing but he gets constantly shoved aside because his battle was "too easy" like that doesn't defeat the purpose of his whole character!

He doesn't change the minds of his opponents through battling, but through words and experiences. He helps and teaches Cheren that not everything is about battling and to not make the same mistakes he's made. He tries to see reason with N because he knew he wasn't going to win, and when everything comes to an end he lets N go because he knows she never had a chance.

He's just this funky lil bug type old guy that's been riddled with grief and pain that causes him to go rusty when the region needed him most, he just wanted to retire.

Though fuck anime Alder, they completely dumbed down his character into nothing but a lazy women's pest. Anime Alder pisses me off and I hate when I see people make posts or headcanons of anime Alder because it always includes how much of a creep he is. Bleh.

- 💌

I KNOW!!! i love him :(( him and n are just like. a thoroughly incredible found family pair. i think a lot of my family hcs make his whole situation even worse and gives him more reason to hold onto hope for n as a person than he already has because like, if lance is his sibling (and following pokespe lore where lance can talk to pkm and tries to wipe out johto), that means he's seen n's exact ideals at play all over before. first hand. he knows how bad it can get yes but he also knows that someone like lance can be rehabilitated because lance did all that awful shit, arguably did more damage than n managed to, and yet now he's successful and beloved and happy.

and then ryuki.. i dunno if ill ever get to address this on rh anyways since it's far out, and i did hint vaguely at it on nhp, but there comes a point in the future where ryuki eventually mistakenly gets someone pregnant, drops the kid (benga) in alders lap, and runs away. ive been dropping hints here and there but because of the dragon clan ordeal, ryuki struggles to connect with his dad ever again after that point, and alder struggles to support his emotional needs, which is what leads to ryu leaving for alola and abandoning benga. alder's family is so busted up and in bits and pieces, and as he grows from this hurt, he becomes a more capable guardian through supporting benga and iris, desperate to reach the hearts of anyone he can and save them from disappearing within themselves. all of that why he insists on helping n despite the nightmare they caused for unova and despite the way n came after him personally. not only did she call him names, demean him, and fight dirty against him, but she helped propagate the myth that he'd killed his best friend. his kindness, spurred on through grief and a miriad of major life experiences, is his weakness and his strength.

and like you said, he's hurting, he's old, he wants to retire. n knows to take advantage of this and, combined with his growing insecurity over the death of volcarona, he doesn't stand a chance. while maybe there was never a shot he'd actually win anyways, given that zekrom was in n's party during their battle, he still holds back enough for n to take notice and for it to linger in her brain even after everything happens. which is what eventually causes her to seek alder out, then join him for training, then become a part of a new family altogether. alder won by losing

like. he's just got so much going on and i think it's really cool. and who doesn't like nice old men or bugs. 10/10 character

and then we all collectively say fuck you pokemon anime for reducing his character

[sexysilverstrider]

I did not realize I sent that ask to a Leaf fan blog, you're just one of my most frequently found mutuals if that one time I liked and reblogged 300 posts from you is anything before getting jumpscared by you and learning you weren't a fancy named bot and also active. Anyways. You GET my vision, don't you. Look at how sassy Leaf is in Pokemas, look at how many character traits you can pull from Evolutions (if you are a greenleaf truther) even if not...Trace calls her big sis in the japanese version and cross-canon counterpart Pokespe Blue and Silver are chosen siblings.....let a girl have relationships and a life with people that isn't dragging Reguri to a diner to hype romance before shashaying out is all I'm thinking. Have you read "The Ash Connection?" It may be an acquired taste to some people but gosh I'm always shaking the screen over Lance and Leaf's relationship there like UGHHH. Mentor-Mentee relationships I tell you. Agatha telling him that if he makes an exception for one, then he has to for all after learning how some kids fall into Team Rocket and all the messy stuff there and Lance, gruff as he is, still caring sm, and being shooketh when he meets kid Leaf and her words reflect a rocket grunt's situation sm, and taking her as a student and owjihsnj her being so smol in his giant chair and reading big books and telling Steven she's a g-men agent too and him being all?? yo?? when did we induct pre-teens here?? you're literally 10? and Lance going "just turned 11 actually" and Steven being like...that is not helping your argument. they are SO silly pls, PLSSS. and even though im OOF at Silver and Leaf not getting along they are still fun because whoop whoop they ran into each other at Lake Rage where Silver had his "btw G-Men guy you might wanna watch the lake" and then dipped from TR to run away moment while ALSO going "oh I see. so the G-Men also take kids in like TR" moment which causes a "oh that kid was YOU" realization years later and a fight of "when you ran away from TR, you feared for your life. I'm fearing for my happiness" bc Leaf getting dragged along with Ash Shenanigans and straying from the plan means Lance may be TICKED with her and kick her out and cue lots of insecure "oh. he deactivated my card. im fired fr..." and Lance going "actually no, I did that to protect your identity in case we had a data breach. which we did." and his Serious Walk Talk about how "*insert lots of names* would be if so and so didn't step in"* and that's why he kept her and mild 😅 over how "in some ways, you are like me" but also be better. and then the symbolism of her backing away until she stood at the tip of his shadow. and also just how much Lance keeps reading into her schemes and actions and Leaf being annoyed by it but also when she finally gets a sneaky ;) "I did wonder if he ~ could ~ call a draw. checkmate I win ;D" to drop the pieces so the Indigo title gets split in half. like THAT IS MY LEAF. also when Unova Guy Dad told Lance "is she your student or your child" and "do not make the same mistake as I did with you" like HELLO??? and Lance on the plane learning she got hurt and just leaning an arm against the plane and all the Champions in the room are like "yo?? that's sm emotion from him..." meanwhile fandom is like "god forbid women be complex, or let teenage girls have confusing feelings to work through and be children" I gotta do everything myself around here le sigh. and that wonderful OP who wrote that fic of course. sorry I dunno if you'll even read all this but I had to blab.

we can write a wholeass essay in asks now?????

[the-kingshound]

I suspect my last ask got lost in the sea of asks that you likely get, so I figured I'd ask again.

What are Arthur's thoughts on the reader finding love with someone else? He knows their marriage is primarily political in nature, but would be be sad that he wasn't able to woo the MC? Or would he be an amazingly supportive friend, who's all for the reader finding happiness despite the difficulty of the position they've been thrust into?

Main reason I ask, is due to the whole Gwen/Lance situation that's often used as a plot device. I don't want to sneak around behind his back, because at the end of the day he's our spouse. So even if it made him upset, I'd rather the reader is able to be open and forthcoming about their other relationship. Obviously I hope it's possible to form a deep friendship with him instead, where it's mutually acknowledged that they aren't in love, and support whatever love the other finds outside of their political marriage.

Ah yes, I get this kind of ask relatively frequently, I should put it in the FAQ just because it's a very valid question in the face of the game's premise. I answered something similar but I can't seem to find that ask so let me get to your question.

Arthur doesn't have expectations for MC, not as a spouse and even less as a possible lover. In fact, you will see what he values for MC is their happiness first and foremost. Following this, if MC happens to find their happiness with someone that isn't him, he will be as content as he would be if MC chose to pursue him. They honestly, deeply want to see their spouse feel safe and relaxed in Camelot, however that will happen.

On the other hand, Arthur also cares for all the other ROs so that would feel like a double win: MC is happy and the RO is happy. Triple win if MC or said RO (or ROs) decide to confide in him so that he can play matchmaker, give advice like the wise (in his opinion, mind you. He happens to be the most inexperienced in the romantic field out of all the ROs) man he is and gossip a bit.

You should know that I created Arthur with some things in mind, one of those being that there will be a story where the promised spouse will for once be supportive. So no cheating and no going behind anyone's back, here. I mean, there is really no need to.

If we take into consideration the practical side of things, Arthur will always leave MC their own space and autonomy. They will have separate chambers and they will only need to work together, nothing more - at least, Arthur won't ever push for something more.

If you as a reader find happiness and want to court some other RO, Arthur is there to listen. Or to encourage you when you need it and maybe are too ashamed/awkward/insecure to ask.

As far as Arthur is concerned, though, MC will come to love him. Not in a romantic way, not unless you choose to, but a burning love born because Arthur is the one MC chose to follow.

This has nothing to do with the routes, though. Just to say that your relationship with Arthur will always be a strong one. It can become maybe strained if you go for a certain path, but never broken.

[acosmicblizzard]

Younger sibling hcs pt.1 (Ikemen Revolution)

Links to other parts: pt.2, pt.3

Slight spoilers for every Black Army route, more heavy spoilers for Seths route. Slight ooc as i have only done rays route. Don't repost my writings, reblog instead! (finally got something out after weeks of not writing-, hope you guys enjoy it!)

Black army

Ray Blackwell

No matter how busy Ray is due to his duties as king of spades he will always make time for you and will never let you feel guilty for it. Even if he is hard to read at times that deadpanish face and those hard to read emotions will completely disappear when hanging out with you. He can't help but smile when he's hanging out with his sibling. If you have magic like him he absolutely refuses to let you feel insecure or like you're a monster because of it like he did for so long. He'll also let you train with him and lance but only after you convince him. You also bond a lot with the king of hearts through this and somehow become his friend slightly to Rays displeasure.

Teasing, teasing, and TEASING. This man will never ever stop teasing you about stupid things you did as a kid or just things in general. But the best thing is you also get to tease him back about some stupid stuff he did as a kid! Like the time he accidentally kicked the soccer ball into a lake and it floated all the way over to red territory and was never to be seen again.

It was a old habit that Ray would read you to sleep when you were younger and it's a habit that Ray has clinged onto even as a adult. If he's available and not falling asleep himself he can and will read you to sleep, quickly grabbing a book that he thinks will interest you from his like piles upon piles of books he has.

Man is ready to throw fucking hands if the magic tower even dares to put their hands on you if you have magic. Man will completely yeet amon into the goddamn sky with 0 hesitation. Just imagine that, ray yeeting amon into the sky.

Fenrir Godspeed

Fenrir is the kind of older brother that would make you come out doing boring errands at like 5 in the morning with him and somehow make them into the most fun things ever. He'll always find ways to make things fun for you and your laughter and smiles make him the happiest brother alive.

Ever get into a sticky situation? Don't worry big bro fenrir's always got your back! You can come to him for anything and i mean anything. Even the absolutely weirdest of things and he'll be right there and by your side. He'll even be there to help you with the simplest things like homework and even if he doesn't really understand he'll still try his best to help you!

Piggy back rides, PIGGY BACK RIDES. Even if you're a full grown adult Fenrir will still want to give them too you and ask if he can. If you say yes this mans face will light up so fast and get into a position where you can easily get onto his back and then run around at light speed to get you to laugh while clinging onto him. And don't think just because you weight more now that you're an adult and not a tiny child you're not gonna get them because this man is strong af and no matter your weight will want to do it.

If you're interested and things like gun ranges exist in cradle he'll definitely take you to one, you're likely to have a pretty good aim with Fenrir guiding you. Fenrir also takes this opportunity to show off to you. If things such as fairs come around cradle he will win every single shooting game ever no matter if it's rigged or not, if you want something from one of those games he will win it for you without a doubt.

Sirius Oswald

Pov: Your brother acts more like a mother hen then an actual brother. Mom jokes aside Sirius would be a amazing brother and would let you have as much fun as you want as long as you're being responsible. He knows how stupid kids and people in general can be since he has the rest of his siblings and the black army to deal with so he'll make sure you know the things to do and the things not to do while still having fun.

If you're interested in it, he'll teach you all about flowers and teach you how to plant them. You two will even plant a flower together and it'll be a special flower to the both of you. It most likely wouldn't be a uncommon sight to see both of you working in the black armys garden, watering and planting flowers. It also helps take some stress off the queens shoulders since along with all his other duties he has to take care of the flowers so having someone else help take care of them is a huge help.

If you're interested Sirius will teach you self defense and how to fight, though you'll never be on his level (at least not for awhile) he'll be a extremely good teacher to you and patient with you. He will be holding a lot back when you two brawl and practice with eachother though since he really realllyyy doesn't want to hurt his own little sibling since he knows he can probably punch you once and knock you out.

Please help him take care of the chaotic ass raccoon he has-. And then you become said raccoons second favorite human and it starts legit running over to you as soon as it see's you. Sirius finds it really funny.

Seth Hyde

(Reader is a child here!) This man is literally the most supportive and protective person mixed into one being ever so he'll somehow bump the levels of support and protectiveness up even more for you. If you ever need anything or need to talk about anything he will be right there.

Also hey! You have a older sister to hang out with so that's a plus! You two always stick together and when seth isn't around to watch over you too you learned to take care of yourselves and work together to do so. But that doesn't stop seth from taking care of you two and doing things when he's around. (i don't know her canon name as i don't know much about seths characters backstory or the rest of his family.)

LET HIM BRUSH YOUR HAIR NOW. Okay toning it down a bit, seth absolutely loves taking care of and brushing your hair even if it were super short. He'll always ask you if he can wash it, brush it, or design it and put it into braids if your hair is long enough.

He will never, ever, let the magic tower lay their hands on either of you. He'll do whatever it takes to protect the both of you no matter what. Even if it means having to work for the magic tower, do all their dirty work, and hurt and kill the innocent, he knows he's not innocent in anyway but he'll pretend just for you and your sister. He'll do anything and everything just to see those happy smiles for another day.

Luka Clemence

Like Luka you were extremely neglected as a child being the youngest out of the other two Clemence siblings. Throughout your childhood it was really only you and Luka with Jonah sometimes being there. But eventually things got tense and fights happened and as time passed Luka ran away to the black army but never stopped contacting you. Always communicating through letters and whenever he could meeting up with you in centeral quarter.

Because of your close relation to Luka you've also gotten a chance to meet many of the black army officers and have become really close with the rest of the chosen 13 like Luka has. You were surprised to see they all accepted you and didn't hold grudges against you for just being apart of red territory like you'd expected them too. Ohh boy when Jonah found out about your friendships though he went absolutely ballistic. Questioning you on why you're even friends with them and if you planned to run away to black territory like Luka and how he wouldn't allow it.

If you want Luka too, he will 100 percent yoink you away from red territory no matter what complaints Jonah or anyone else will have. He would not give a damn and somehow sneak into the Clemence household and bring you too black territory in the middle of the night. Since you won't really have anywhere else to stay Luka has you stay in the black army headquarters sharing a room with you and also probably sharing a bed. You're also the only other person who he trusts taking of stone. He trusts you with his furry friend so you better not break that trust!

Being the youngest sibling of the clemence family will always be a inescapable burden you'll have to deal with that effects how you see the world and the people around you. But with Luka by your side, maybe it's not so bad. You'll always have your amazing brother by your side and you'll never ever lose that.

[alaskasmonsters]

class 1-A with reader who has a peacock quirk

– class 1-A

requested by anon: Class A with a reader that has a peacock quirk, so they have the wings and tail feathers of a peacock. They can use their feathers to confuse and stun people. They are very witty, cunning and a bit of a sadist (not sexually). They use their intellect often because they can’t rely too much on brute force in battle. They fight and have weapons like Lord Shen from Kung Fu Panda. (They can also scream like a peacock when extremely distressed- they are a bit embarrassed by it).

a.n: i hope you liked this!!!! i tried to put as much as what you’ve mentioned into this and hope it’s kinda how you imagined it :3

reader is gender neutral

with your quirk being as flashy as it was you were one of the more noticeable students in your class

and that although class 1-A had quite the set of individuals with flashy quirks

speaking of mutant quirks, too

there was mina and tokoyami after all

still, with your wings and tail feathers, both in the true manner of a peacock you did attract quite a few glances

you did find your feathers very beautiful so you did not mind a lot

especially your tail feathers, those were just beautiful

and useful, very useful

when you had first joined the class midoriya was one of the first people to talk to you

he buttered you up, fawning over your wings and how useful they’d be and the advantage you had when you could fly 

you couldn’t fly very high or long so that was a mislead

but the boy didn’t seem all too surprised when you told him that

mumbled something under his breath about it making sense, since peacock weren’t much trained flyers either

he did mumble a lot actually

the boy didn’t leave you alone until you told him about the functionality of your feathers

let’s say he was quite impressed when you told him how you used them in a fight

still leaving the answer as ambiguous as possible because you wanted the class to see you in action first

everyone was so impressed, especially midoriya of course

he showered you with praise after seeing you fight, saying how impressed he was with the functionality of your feathers

because you could stun people with them???? dope

but tokoyami complimented you, too!

the boy was quiet and seemed reasonable so you were quite honored by it

especially because you were both birds of a feather

kirishima talked you up, too

he was quite the sweetheart, telling you how manly that quirk of yours was

although he did not seem all too eager when you jokingly referred to you as such

but using your feathers wasn’t everything you could do

you did like your quirk but it wasn’t quite flashy enough to leave as much of an impression on actual villains like say todoroki’s quirk

so you also used weapons

and could you just say you you were absolutely skilled at weaponary

you had a whole set of blades which you could throw with quite the percision

uraraka was so impressed by this she begged you to show her some of your tricks

you did make a deal with her

you showed her some tricks in the throwing blades apartment if she showed you a few tricks in hand to hand combat

you’d seen her fight and you didn’t like passing up opportunities

you also used a lance, which you had the most practice probably

it was quite usfeul in close range combat and an unexpectant weapon to use

villains usually wouldn’t expect it

it was like an ace up your sleeve

you had also some metal talons, which were a personal favorite of yours to be honest

they just looked absolutely badass on you

despite your skills with weapons and your quirk you still didn’t enjoy taking the brute force route all too often

you did have a brain, a quite skilled one might you add

ALSO it was a lot more satisfying to you to trick your enemy some way or another

winning with the help of your wits…there was nothing better to you truly! 

that was probably why you got along so well with momo

she was quite the smart girl although her insecurities did get in the way of that

teaming up with her….you two were a power duo truly

and you didn try to make her realize how absolutely amazing she was

but there was another part of your quirk you didn’t like…at all

you had not planned to let anyone know about this, but it was inevitable 

it happened during one of your rescue trainings

you got caught up in the mission and ended up trapped in one of the collapsing buildings on the side

the panic and stress did it and you couldn’t really stop it from happening

you screamed

not just screamed, no you SCREAMED

the same way peacocks scream when in distress

it was a bad habit you couldn’t get rid of if you tried

more like an primitive instinct if you thought about it

it always made you feel like an animal, which you were not!!!

your friends found you rather quickly after that

you were extremely embarrassed although you tried to play it down

the class was surprised by the „secret“ but super supportive

uraraka told you excitedly about how useful the peacock scream was to call for help or support

momo agreed and told you how useful it was in rescue situations

even todoroki, who was usually more quiet around you made it a point to tell you about the usefulness of it

it cheered you up, you were not going to lie

you still didn’t really like it a lot, but you weren’t as opposed to using the scream in lethal situations…

having feathers that need to be taken care of was quite the hustle, too

because you do shed once a year, your molting time, and that was just a rollercoaster in itself

it was a time were you were both extremely sensitive and extremely excited

you did lose all your beautiful colorful feathers and were stuck with boring ones for a few weeks, but you also regrow a new set

that would also be even stronger and prettier than the precious one

you still had to walk around looking like a plucked chicken and without your loved tail feathers

denki was quite the insensitive jerk sometimes so he liked to tease you about it

(though he was the first to defend you in front of class 1-A hater monoma)

while tokoyami was the one defending you in front of denki, saying how the molting process was quite natural

all in all the class was understanding

mina, uraraka and tsu even helped you take care of your regrowing feathers

mina was about to all kinds of products into your wings, that’s how excited she was

thankfully momo stopped her

you did not even want to think about what damage mina would have caused ro your beautiful feathers

and yes you knew she meant it well

but that didn’t make that much of a difference to you

but with such a wonderful class as 1-A the few weeks passed quickly and you finally had a new set of regrown and stronger feathers than before

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