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adobedragon · 8 months ago

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The Collected Works of sitehound

All my stories, in one place, listed by fandom—which means, mostly Voltron: Legendary Defender—and by romantic ship (if applicable). Ratings vary from G to E.

Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU)

Darcy/Loki

My magnum opus! More than a decade after I started posting it, it still, IMO, holds up well.

Following the events of Loki’s attack on New York, Thor, Loki, Darcy Lewis and Jane Foster find themselves unwilling roommates, living in a crappy trailer home in the New Mexico desert.

Original Work

Elrekki Chaosbringer/Kelly Marquez

A bookstore owner’s life is turned upside down by a mysterious young man who turns out to be a criminal from an alternate universe.

Voltron: Legendary Defender (VLD)

GEN (No, or minimal romance, although Plance does sneak in…)

How to Impress Your Pidgeon (14K words, Complete | Rated T | Mild Violence | Dragons | Dragonriders of Pern crossover)

Pidge, an apprentice in the MasterSmith Crafthall, meets a very opinionated young dragon.

I’ll Stand by You (3K words | Rated T | Bullying | Friendship | Pre-Canon)

In which Pidge, aka Katie Holt, finds that impersonating a male cadet presents challenges she never thought of.

Pidge, Lance and Hunk sneak out of Galaxy Garrison for some unauthorized R&R in the nearby town of Torre Siena. When the inevitable happens—they get kicked out of a bar—they wander the streets and encounter a very strange car.

Lance/Female Reader

A Little Artistic Nudity (9.2K words | Rated E | Post-Canon | Second Person POV | No use of Y/N)

On a planet zillions of light years away, you meet a cute guy in a café and instantly strike up a rapport.

Shiro/Keith

An unwanted orphan bounced from Hold to Hold, now a murderer consigned to hard labor in the mines of Crom, Keith is grimly resigned to a short, miserable life. But when a chance encounter leads to him standing on the sands of Benden Weyr's hatching grounds, a Candidate for Impression, he dares to hope for something better.

Keith/Lance

In the wake of crushing loss, Keith, Pidge and Hunk, once Galaxy Garrison cadets, now conscripts in the Galra war efforts, plan a desperate escape from Sendak’s estate in the New Mexico desert.

Lance has an encounter in the woods with a wolf-boy.

Pidge/Lance/Keith

Well, There Goes Our Security Deposit (2.1K words | Rated T | Fluff)

Keith comes home one day to find that his partners in love and life have wrecked the apartment.

Everyone has an origin story. This is Rogelio the chabbit’s.

The last place Lance wants to be is in a Conn-Pod, but it may be his best chance at a new beginning, provided he can move on from the past. A retelling, of sorts, of Pacific Rim, featuring Pidge, Lance and Keith.

Keith/Pidge

Stop Thinking (9.2K words | Rated E | Post-canon | First Times)

On a dark and stormy night, after years of waiting, Pidge Holt gets what she wants.

Pidge/Lance (Plance, Pidgance, FlirtyRobot, my OTP)

More than a decade before, Lance ghosted Pidge. But a chance encounter leads to a journey together in a small spaceship across the Earth’s solar system, offering the opportunity to repair a friendships and fall in love.

Mind the Hardwood (4.5K words, Rated E | Post-Canon | Cut scene from St. Elmo’s Fire)

In which Pidge and Lance get busy in the cockpit of Pidge’s small spaceship.

Lance stumbles upon Pidge’s attempt to comprehend and model their relationship using math.

Fumbling Towards Ecstasy (11K words, Complete | Rated E | Canon | Canon Divergent | First Times)

Pidge successfully seduces Lance.

A Rain of Terror (3.6K words | Rated T | Post-Canon | Angst | Grief/Mourning)

Pidge Holt can repair anything. Except a broken heart. In the gathering fury of a dangerous Altean oort storm, she struggles with her terrible people skills, needing to get a depressed and nearly catatonic Lance out of the storm’s path.

If a Door Slams in Outer Space, Can You Hear It? (2.9K | Canon | Canon Divergent | Story in a Story)

Lance makes like a bard and courts Pidge with a good story.

To Find a Princess, You Gotta Kiss a Green Paladin (7.6 words | Rated T | AU | Actor AU)

In which Katie Holt, girl genius, finds herself cast in a movie playing an Altean princess to Lance’s Paladin of Voltron.

All his life, Lance has craved attention. To be seen as more than the farm boy from Cuba. On the eve of the Galactic Coalition’s final offensive against the Galra, Lance finally learns, with a little help from his friends, that growing up means letting go of what you want and accepting what you need.

In Deep Space Where the Wallflowers Grow (2.4K words | Rated T | Post-Canon | Pidge Salsa Dances)

Pidge Holt is so done with being paraded about the universe, expected to mingle and meet and greet the Galactic Coalition's bigwigs. During a brunch on a Galra cruiser, she retreats to a quiet spot in the stateroom by a vast window to do some stargazing, but her solitude is interrupted by a certain social butterfly.

A Pidge in a Dress is Still a Pidge (5.6K words | Rated T | 1950s AU | Science Fiction)

“Just one dance,” Pidge’s mom had stated. One dance with anyone and Pidge can leave the gala at the Altean embassy, go home, take off this beautiful but totally not-Pidge ballgown and go back to being a tomboy girl genius. Alas, the only available dance partners are creeps who are trying to suck-up to Admiral Sam Holt through his daughter. It's gonna be a long evening

Shapeshifter, Shapeshifter, Shape Me a Match (6.1K words | Rated G | Fantasy AU | Shapeshifter Lance)

On a quiet little farm, a mischievous shapeshifter meets his match in a studious girl.

It Is You I Have Loved (A Collection of Plance Fanart and Short Fiction) (Ongoing project)

What it says in the title: drabble plus fanart.

Katie Holt, masquerading as Galaxy Garrison cadet Pidge Gunderson, is on a mission: to find the truth about her family’s disappearance. But an unlikely romance leads to the startling discovery that otherworldly forces are at work in the Garrison.

Lance, Pidge and Keith, three Paladins of Voltron, each carrying a permanent legacy of their Voltron experience, and now pawns of forces that might save or destroy the universe.

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ariesgamesandminis · 12 days ago

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Yet another batch of restocks for BattleTech from Iron Wind Metals!

20-052 Texas Battleship (2750) 20-241 Razorback RZK-9S 20-292 Hermes HER-1A 20-363 Koto KTO-2A 20-385 Scarabus SCB-9A 20-419 Battle Hawk BH-K305 20-437 Glaive Medium Tank (2) 20-450 Hiryo Armored Infantry Transport 20-5081 Rokurokubi RK-4K 20-5133 Gotterdammerung GTD-20S 20-5139 Roadrunner RD-1R 20-5147 Uraeus UAE-7R 20-5197 Wolverine WVR-6R / 6D 20-678 Typhoon Urban Assault Vehicle (2) 20-698 Buccaneer BCN-3R 20-748 Challenger MBT X 20-782 Packrat LRPV PKR-T5 (2) 20-790 Salamander PPR-5S 20-797 War Dog WR-DG-02FC 20-800 Hex Bases (4) 20-807 Striker Light Tank (2) 20-985 Arcas 20-997 Gurkha GUR-2G 99-202 Large Flat Top Hex Base #2 99-207 Large Flat Top Hex Base #3 BT-003 Basilisk Protomech BT-005 Grenadier Battle Armor BT-006 Phalanx Battle Armor BT-007 Rottweiler Battle Armor BT-008 Void Battle Armor BT-031 Infiltrator MK 2 BT-066 Scout ATV BT-198 Tengu Battle Armor BT-207 Delphyne ProtoMech BT-237 Recon Infantry BT-239 Jump Support Infantry BT-260 Sprint Scout VTOL BT-284 Svartalfa Ultra ProtoMech 2 BT-285 Sprite Ultra Protomech BT-286 Procyon Quad Protomech BT-295 Procyon (Standing) ProtoMech BT-368 Cecerops Protomech BT-370 Kurita Infantry (3) BT-372 Savannah Master Hovercraft BT-373 Centaur Protomech BT-374 Roc Protomech BT-376 Minotaur Protomech BT-377 Satyr Protomech BT-378 Harpy Protomech BT-380 Hydra Protomech BT-383 Longinus Battle Armor (3) BT-391 Fenrir Battle Armor (1) BT-430 Wulfen H BT-439 Black Wolf Battle Armor BT-447 Hippogriff (Standard) ProtoMech BT-LEV Leviathan II Battleship Omega Super Heavy Mechs 20-425E Shiro SH-P Banner 20-5189C Catapult CPLT-C3 / C5 Arm Sprue 20-631B Marksman Artillery Gun Sprue 20-682AMS Komodo KIM-2 Arms 20-817B Condor Turret BT-292G Shiro SH-2P Banner OP-108 Large Launcher Plates

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thenixkat · 10 months ago

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(Recreating a post b/c fuck afrophunk/blackfilmmakers and I don't want shit from their abusive harassing ass on my blog if I can help it)

I haven't sampled enough of the Western genre to really care for it with the only Westerns I can really think of that I've seen being like (Nope, Concrete Cowboy, Harder They Fall, and Tremors). There's a couple Black Westerns I heard about while watching a mini-documentary about them in the theatre while waiting to see Nope that I wanna check out at some point tho.

But you know what?! I have had Centaur au Voltron: Legendary Defender ideas for a couple years now after seeing some good fanart and an abandoned incomplete fic!

In this au all humans in the Voltron universe are instead centaurs. And I feel like I have to specify with anatomy b/c people have weird ideas about centaur biology and I have my own beef with horse anatomy and physiology so: 1 heart, 1 ribcage on the lower body with a pseudo ribcage in the upperbody to protect the lungs and heart that are only in the upper body, an omnivore digestive tract*, bovid feet but the lower body is otherwise horse-shaped.

Navigating alien spaceships made for bipeds poses a challenge for our heroes. Stealth missions are a lot harder. That means no ziplines to the lions especially! Whole new costumes would have to be made for the team to fit them.

The Earthlings would actually put their hoof down about going back to Earth as soon as possible. They need hoof care. They can't fit in the damn medical pods so they need someone who can tend injuries and even better if they know centaur anatomy. Also they saw a whole ass Galra battleship heading towards Earth when they left and they should really check on that shit and since the lions and castles can fucking open wormholes that shouldn't be a problem.

With centaurs being quite big and quite fast, one on one fights between galra and centaurs are likely to go in the taur's favor. Shiro was an even bigger terror as a gladiator.

The mental image of my girl Shay perched on Hunk's back. Lovely. Wonderful.

(*Did you know that og mythological centaurs are fucking carnivores?)

#nix meows #centaur au #voltron #vld

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kariachi · 1 year ago

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Voltron but the humans are all centaurs AU

Allura: "Can you believe them refusing to use the traditional ziplines? Making us build walkways and stairs?!" || The Paladins: "Could anyone besides maybe Pidge-" "Oh don't even think it, I'm not that small!"

Keith is a one-taur stampede and he is going to give Shiro, Hunk, and Lance heart attacks one of these days. Pidge, Allura, and Coran have bets going on how long it is before somebody actually plans for it.

Eventually one of these fuckers is going to need their hooves trimmed, sooner rather than later as well, and that's going to be a whole Thing. Coran will probably take up the task of learning but, that period between 'our feet are getting fucked up' and 'okay something needs to be done *now* because we literally can't work like this'...

The Alteans learn about cud. They are disgusted. The Taur consider this a win.

I want to say they're Taur in my format, where it's ungulates in general and not just horses, but I have no idea what species anyone would be. Wanna say Lance has a load of goat and antelope in his though. Hunk maybe a dolphin mix, it's the future and he's an engineer surely there could be some adaptive tech to help him keep up with the rest, or maybe an aquatic/terrestrial cross... Ooo, he and Lance could both be crosses...

#sea-goat lance and land-dolphin hunk

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diamond-dangeresque · 6 months ago

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Day 6 — Legendary

A/N: i wanted to promise i wouldn't hit y'all with Another Wall of Text but unfortunately i have Stephen King Syndrome and I Can't Stop Writing 😖😖😖

1325AE, Fractals of the Mists ~ Sunqua Peak Fractal

"Please, quill its elementals and restore peace! You must hurry!"

That's what the 'mountain spirit' told Chihiro, and so up the fragmented stormy mountain he climbs, pulling out a shortbow and firing at the airy wisps until their squalls bind to his legs; he leaps from stone to stone with their enchanted winds at his feet, getting closer to what looks like the top of a tall, winding staircase carved out of a mountainside.

He thinks back to the 'spirit'. She sure didn't seem like a nature spirit. Seemed pretty human, actually. But maybe it's just because he can 'see' through the charade she puts up. It'd fool most others, being fair. And he didn't want to say anything, either, both because it's not like him to spoil a kid's fun and because he's been chided before about "breaking script", whatever exactly that means.

The wind elemental scuttles in its small arena, awaiting its target. But then, as Chihiro gazes at it, the elemental turns; it gazes back at it, feet planted firmly. Warnings hiss through the gale ("Why are you even here? I don't need your help!") before it calmly leaps away, leaving behind something glittery in the rain-drenched grass. Chihiro leaps into the now-empty arena, disappointed that a fight was avoided.

"Was there an elemental you just fought?" Dessa crackles through the Observatory's intrafractal comms system, a loudspeaker over existence in this microrealm. "I can't tell; my visuals fried for a few seconds and the strong reading in that arena is gone."

"Nope," Chihiro yells back, hoping she hears him this time, "it fled." A few seconds. No response back. Damn it. He walks over to the object the fleeing elemental left behind: a small chunk of something like a sword's blade, filigree supporting a lack of blood-groove and a blade made of what was either bronze or brass segmented like drakescale. His fingers tingled at the touch, even through the draconic envoy gauntlets, and the hairs on the back of his head stood at end. This was a powerful thing the elemental left behind.

And he can feel Glint behind him, also observing. "An artifact," she hisses, satisfaction in her voice. "I did not think we would find such a boon here in the Mists. A good omen towards your path of the Hero."

"You call a broken blade a good omen?" Chihiro questions, left aghast at this Dragon's so-called wisdom.

"Where there is one," Glint answers, fading back into his subconscious, "there are others. Artifacts behave differently from normal objects and weaponry. Stay vigilant, Herald."

And to that end, she was right: as the climb became more treacherous on this fragmented Sunqua, the elementals—harsh gales giving way to roaring despondent waterfalls with waves that pushed back—in turn matched the desperation of the voice hanging in the winds on the mountain.

In the wading pools of a mountainous sanctuary surrounded by waterfalls, Chihiro effortlessly frees a trapped water elemental from under massive boulders. Its reward to him, other than desperate pleas carried on the hushed sounds of running water ("What is it that you want? ... Leave. I'll give you anything."), was another piece of the strange artifact. This time it was of the sword's forte and hilt, also of that same bronze-like material. The pommel, the endtips of the guard, all bear an open circle that crackles with further electricity, catching stray sparks in the air. Thoughts run through the back of Chihiro's mind, memories involuntarily dragged to the forefront. He pushes them back, though a few manage to stay unwelcome guests. (The fear of centaurs. The forever-bruised eyesocket. The dagger in his hip. The meeting of he and Shiro in the Replica Temple.)

Cool waters make way for heated air and flowing lava, tiny sluglike elementals rising from the molten stone to assault the Herald. Nothing Ventari's Tablet and summer-air shield can't keep away, but it eats at his energy and so he moves quickly to deal fast strikes at the lava slugs. Their body temperatures eat at his steel blade, the poor thing, and eventually he reaches another arena tossing away the ruined blade. But like with the wind elemental, this one glares. With no weapon, all he can do is defend. So he does, raising the Flameseeker Prophecies to his chest and head, kneeling as he's cocooned in a crystalline chrysalis. The catlike elemental roars at him, summoning meteorites that shriek as they land ("There's no point! ... I couldn't save her!"), then leaves once they land. By the time the Herald lowers his shield and leaves his defensive posture, another piece of the blade is in front of him. He gives it a bit before he picks it up, but still it crackles with the lightning of that raging storm outside once it sits in his hand. More memories surge through his mind, overtaking his vision. They flash too quickly for him to memorize any of them, but all carry a lingering pain that resonates through his veins. It was getting harder to keep the torrent of memories at bay.

Chihiro grips his head. The last time he had a boiling headache like this, he had drank too much Charr whiskey. "Oy, Glint."

"Herald." Glint reemerges from her position in his mind.

"Are you sure we should be collecting these things?"

"If they were truly dangerous, I would have long stopped you from claiming the first piece, let alone this third."

"Hey, explorer," Dessa sparks back onto speakers. And here Chihiro was okay getting used to her absence. "I lost signal again. Yokko's trying to parse the data that's still readable and defrag what did get scrambled—several exabytes of audio-visual feed alone—but every time you reach an elemental, the stream just gets worse and worse." Well that's not such a– "If this keeps up, I'm not entirely sure I can extract you safely given the failing signal. Or intact. Or, really, at all." Oh. Okay, that's pretty bad, actually. He'd like to not be spit back out to the Observatory in the way this blade looks right now, and getting stuck in the Mists is not an option at the moment. "Let me know if you want to pull out now or keep going. We'd prefer if you kept going, but we understand if you don't."

"Pay no mind to the Asuran krewe," Glint reassures her Herald, "you will be safely extracted despite their worries to the otherwise."

"And you know this ho–"

Glint growls. "Really now."

Silence. Chihiro swallows his pride. "Right. R-right. Sorry." Godsdamned oracles.

The exit to the cavern reveals itself, heated air rushing to escape. With some pained walking, Chihiro reaches a small garden walled off by mountainous rock. Monuments to the dead are strewn about the ground and in varying states of ruin. The 'mountain spirit' fidgets in place, legs moving about and head turning here and there as they talk to themselves about something or other.

"You doing okay?" Chihiro pipes up at the spirit.

The spirit hops in place, whipping around to look the Herald in his (blindfold?? A Ritualist? she asks herself), and gathers her composure to say, "You've done well, oh steamed one! Yet her pain overpowers her still."

"'Steamed one'? Okay, who or what is this thing, and–"

"Listen, this was fun and all," Chihiro interjects, stretching his arms and shoulders as he sways from side to side, "but it's time to stop playing. Come on, kid. Talk to me. What's really happening here?"

The spirit looks stunned. She steps back, head lowering. "I... I do not know what you speak of!"

"I can see right through you," he chimes, finishing his stretches and tapping the side of his head—the blindfold—with a finger, "even through this. You didn't fool me from word one."

"...O-oh." A beat. The spirit raises her head back up, though now in a more relaxed posture. "The woman beyond this point...I know her, and she's in terrible pain. Could you please calm her down?" She steps a bit closer, panic spiked in their last few words. "But don't hurt her."

Chihiro tilts his head a bit to the side. "Yeah, I could do that." The last request seemed off, but he keeps it in a mental back pocket. He's taken stranger assignments before.

The spirit looks to the sealed doorway. It swings open, and the storm around the mountain intensifies as it does. The spirit appears pushed back by the storm's winds, and she vanishes in the resulting gale. Stones rise from the void below to pave a bridge towards the final arena: large, carved of pristine granite, and sitting in the middle facing away from the outer stairs is a woman of middling age in light cloth garb, a straight-blade dagger on both of her hip sides.

"Energy readings are spiking! Be careful!" is what Dessa tries to tell Chihiro, but her speaker goes on the fritz and all the Herald catches are some consonants and a panicked tone that doesn't leave his mood much better. Oh well. Not like she was very helpful here to begin with.

"Why are you here?" the woman rasps, holding back a painful sob. The storm around the arena intensifies further still, now almost a typhoon centralized entirely on this platform, threatens to blow the Herald onto his back from the sheer intensity of the rain and winds. Yet, even with this, he could hear the woman clear as a bell. "I came to this mountain to be alone."

"Hear me out, please," Chihiro shouts, unsure if he's as audible through this storm to her as she was to him, "I'm just here on a favor—"

"I don't want to hurt you, but you need to leave." She stands up, turns around, looks dead on at the Herald and unfazed by his appearance. "I can't control what happens if you don't." Her face is strained, eyes red and cheeks flushed. Her hands rest on her dagger hilts.

Chihiro is too familiar with this sort of stance. So he lowers his shoulder and relaxes his posture a bit, best as he can without being knocked onto his ass, hands raised and palms open. "I got a message I'm delivering, and then I'm gone, okay? You can..." He takes a deep breath. "You can mourn in peace when I leave, okay?"

His words seem to work, and her grip on her daggers loosen a bit. The mountain rumbles and the waterfalls surge before everything calms down. Everything but the storm above both their heads, that is.

"Okay. Cool, cool. Thanks for hearing me out." He stands upright, clears his throat. "There's a spirit on this mountain, and she sounded real concerned for your well-being. Some kind of old deer-like guardian." The woman looks puzzled, but her lack of audible answer urges Chihiro to keep...explaining? Lying? Saying whatever he needs to in order to get this fuzzed-out elementalist calmed down. "Said stuff about the mountain and the elementals being in disarray, wanted you to cool it a bit with the storms and eruptions for long enough to let her talk to you." Chihiro has a vague idea of what this spirit is, but without the girl blabbing the truth he'll never know. Still, establishing some stuff ahead of time might get her to come out of hiding. More importantly, it might let him walk away from this living storm not looking like a piece of overcooked bacon. "She means it, too. She cares about you, a lot. Do you know her? Mmmmaybe you prayed to her once or twice?"

The woman finally answers her puzzlement: "The only spirit of this land is Zunraa, and he's never done anything you describe." Ahh fuck. "Now leave."

He was reeeeeally hoping this would have worked, too. "Kiiinda hard to with this storm—"

"I said LEAVE!!" The woman brandishes her daggers and the wind howls back to a harsh pace around her. "I'm warning you!!" The ground rumbles with new seismic activity, and the previously lightening rain becomes a downpour.

Damnit. Okay. A fight it is.

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About 45 minutes later

Turns out this "Sorrowful Spellcaster" was also one hell of an Elementalist, throwing things like localized thunderstorms and fiery meteors at him. Kinda wished that deer-girl spirit warned him about this shit sooner. Though he was thankful to be able to deal with her relatively fine, it was the swirling watery vortex pulling him in, along with those crushing water tethers preventing him from moving too far away, that nearly did him in on this mission. Only thanks to retreating within the safety of his shield's chrysalis did he survive, and for long enough to break out and bash her face in with said shield; her concentration breaks and she crumbles to a kneeling stance on the floor, the magic dissipated. Her nose'll look kinda funky at the end of all this, but at least she won't be nursing any particularly grievous wounds.

He really hopes this spirit shows up and explains herself. Having his drowning be recreated when he fought this lady was beyond unpleasant.

"Just take what you've earned and go," she tells the Herald, grabbing something from an inro that hangs at the back of her waist sash and tossing it to his feet. She then moves her hands back to cradle her tender nosebridge. "You're not safe here. No one is." The tears begin to freeflow from her, thick with unspoken-of agony.

Chihiro kneels down and picks up the object: the last piece of this sword, its bronze-colored bladetip.

"That's strange," Dessa pipes up, perhaps her technology finally working at last, "you defeated the spellcaster at the center of this instability...but this fractal isn't stabilizing."

And just as Chihiro goes to ponder on what that actually means, he feels a sharp jolt strike his body; the pieces of the artifact fall out of his bag and hand, and they hit the floor with a claaaang!! sharper and louder than it had any right to be, even in the midst of this storm still raging over both his head and the spellcaster's. Breaking away from her own misery, she looks up; this is not her magic fueling this storm. This isn't the man's magic, either. Was it...

Was it all coming from that piece of bronze she found?

They snap to each other, sparks flying and broken lines reforming into unbroken bronze, screeching as they drag onto stone until the blade lies on the ground fully formed and intact. It was a beautiful blade, Chihiro has to admit. The woman, meanwhile, looks back down and stares at the blade in front of the man. What was that? The chain of events in front of her seemed so ludicrous as to almost snap her out of her depression. (Almost.)

"Take the blade," Glint urges.

"Hey, explorer? I think you want to leave that thing alone..."

"Ignore her. Take the blade." Chihiro obliges Glint's insistence, ignoring both Dessa's plea to stop and his own desire to step away from this thing. He grabs a hold of the blade's handle; lifting it to eye height, he discovers it to be incredibly lightweight for how long and weighty it otherwise appears to be, and the sparks that were held in each individual part now felt a circuit of electricity coursing through his body proper. It feels as if this blade was a missing piece that completed him as a circuit.

"This is..." Chihiro can barely describe the awe and wonder the blade in his hand imprints onto him. And just so: as he lifts the blade higher, not realizing it's what his body is doing involuntarily, a lightning bolt parts from the heavens to strike the blade and electrocute the Herald, the storm clearing as it does. What would have been a gruesome electrocution is instead a surge of energy charging every cell in his body as he feels his body begin to become unmoored from the realm around him. Is this Dessa performing that extraction like Glint promised she would do? Maybe so. That wasn't the core of his focus, no no no, that would be the solidified visions in his mind's eye. What were before fragmented memories and echoes, he now sees brief happenings and phenomena. He sees a past relived, bitter memories and sweet moments, even visions of things he couldn't possibly remember (a darkened doorway, bundled in a red cloth). He sees a present uncharted, new allies with unknown names across the horizon, and in the distance a city like Lion's Arch burning to the ground.

The future, to his surprise, was much more cryptic: a crystalline egg in a sanctuary made of gold.

The surge of energy clears of him and Chihiro falls to his knees, smoke and steam plumes leaving his overly warmed body. A sense of overwhelming clarity fillz his mind. Yes, he tells himself, this is what this blade was meant to do.

Bolt, he tells himself still. The blade's name is Bolt. A sword forged to serve a not-yet-existent Dragon. A blade made for a Herald of an Elder Dragon not yet here.

He understands, a little bit more, why Glint chose him as this world's "Hero".

#day 6 - Legendary #guild wars 2 #gw2commanderweek #guild wars 2 ocs #chihiro yadora #gw2 ocs #gw2 #dd.txt #reduce reuse reblog

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blueinkphantom · 3 months ago

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(takes notes) mhm ♡.♡

i love the creeptaur designs so much. centaurs already are interesting. the same basis with other animals/creatures even more so dont know if i said so somewhere already but i really love the idea of magical bottom surgery and also trans!dream in general. and admin dream and actually im just in love with all of it

(Gif is made by friend @shiro-the-void :D)

also i just realised i accidentally wrote c!awesamdream while i meant c!awesamdrunz .-.

what would you have for c!Punz?

what are your favourite designs for c!awesamdream (be it clothing, hair style, species or sth else?)

!!!! Squishes you. Hello friend<3

Sam is Puppycat you see. He's a creeptaur usually when I'm designing him. I actually made references a while back for different breeds of creeptaurs, because I very briefly went insane over the idea of making a whole host of lore and culture for creeper hybrids.

The main four types here are Chinese Mountain Cat, Lynx/Snow Leopard, Pallas, Tiger. Lynx/Snow Leopard is crossed here is because Lynx already came with a bobbed tail, so I used a snow leopard tail for the "long tailed" version.

Sam is a mix between the upper right and the lower left. Pallas/Lynx. He's got the Bigger Paws but he's Fluffier. He also has the bobtail. His mother was a longtail pallas and his father was a bobtail Lynx.

(This is a really old art reference so likely I'll go back and redo these with the added color palettes I have for different biomes. And likely add more cat types.)

Sam also has the ability to become bipedal with a special ring that a lot of hybrids purchase from Hypixel! You twist it left to assume a more human-shaped appearance, while twisting it right to assume your True Form. Not everything in the world is made to perfectly accommodate all shapes and sizes of hybrids (Foolish is like 20 ft tall) so the ring helps people who would like to be able to get through doorways without bonking their antlers or getting their wings caught.

(Punz has a similar ring and uses it to hide their bee features. While the ring was invented purely to be helpful to the general populace, it doesn't change the bigotry and xenophobia that still remains.)

Dream is a bit trickier. I usually picture him as a human when reading fics, but I don't always consider him to be Actually Human? I like to think of Admins as their own species, something that can often pass as human but is just A Little Off.

So he's a human-looking person with long, dark blonde hair that turns white-gold by the time prison happens. Its curly when its well taken care of; Dream does not take care of himself for a long time.

Sam's hair is short, dark green, and very fluffy, vs Dream's hair being silky. He's a head taller than Sam, but not as broad-shouldered as Sam. He has top scars, has gotten magical bottom surgery via XD,

He's absolutely covered in freckles, full-body, and they get fainter in the winter and darker in the summer. Sam has dark green spots under each eye. His skin is green, and fuzzy with fluff in certain places. Dream is missing a middle finger on his right hand and a pinkie finger on his left post-prison.

Depending on how I feel, sometimes I give him lava burn scarring that starts at his upper arm and creeps up to the left side of his face, around the upper jaw, ear, and forehead. Its usually very faint, a pinkish color.

Pre-prison he has a scar on the back of his hand from a manhunt where he cut it up on some rocks, and a slash across the nose from his duel with Techno.

Yellow and gold are big colors in Sam's wardrobe, followed by white/cream, brown, occasionally black, and hints of red. Dream's wardrobe is always primarily green and black, with ender eye blues and enderman purples. The only red he tends to wear is the friendship bracelet he has that represents Sapnap. And the blood of his enemies. Normal things like that.

Post-prison Dream eventually gets a netherite enchanted cane. It does about as much damage as a netherite shovel and when it hits someone it can set them on fire. Dream and Sapnap think its very funny to test on Sapnap (blazeborn and immune to fire damage.)

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chibi-pix · 3 years ago

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I needed more centaur stuff. And when @breadstickcat and I were talking, I first mused about Shiro being a human and Adam being the centaur. She got excited about the potential of Gypsy Vanner Shiro and after showing one to me, I had to go with that! So! I swapped them! Because Shiro, with long hair, too, deserves to be a fabulous centaur! And, once again, she helped with figuring some colouring, especially for his hooves! Thank you!

#VLD #adashi #Shiro #Takashi Shirogane #Adam #Adam W #Shiro x Adam #centaur Shiro #centaur au #Voltron Legendary Defender #how do they make the relationship work?#by having rubber mats on the floor and living in a one story home #they both served in war #they were partners there

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sketchesbytane · 3 years ago

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lil centaur sheiths~

#keith #shiro #sheith #voltron #centaur #vld

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wolverineteethhh-movedaccounts · 3 years ago

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big cat-boy

a friend dared me to draw shiro as a centaur

#judahs art tag #jjba #pillar men #ocs #shiro #oleander #tiger #centaur #centaurworld #sketchbook

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ilovelocust · 8 years ago

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The Ranch (Part 2)

Inspired by this beautiful piece of art by @tane-p

Note: The Ranch renames the centaurs they capture. Part of breaking down their identities. I’m thinking maybe one or two more parts to this story. Maybe more if I get a real wild hare.

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He gets left out to his hunger and thirst twice more. Once, because his flanks aren’t for the grubby ranch hands to pet, and once, because he literally bit the hand that fed him. He’s not an animal, anyone who tries to give him apple slices as treats as if he is one deserves what’s coming to them. It’s after a week of not giving them a reason to withhold food and water, that he is declared tamed enough to be moved from his post to the stable where they keep the other centaurs.

He hasn’t seen any of his own kind up close since his capture. Occasionally he’ll see somebody being rushed from one place in the ranch to another off in the distance, but they’ve been keeping him isolated. Maybe they were worried he’d spread unrest. Despite how they treat them as laborers, pets, or vehicles for entertainment, the humans in charge of breaking them, seem to be very aware of how dangerous they can be if they put their minds to it.

One of the ranch hands leads him to one of a the few big stables he’s been able to see from the post. The relief from the noon day sun stepping inside provides is immediately counteracted by the smell of too many people cooped up in too small of a place. Tiny stalls line the walls of the room he’s taken into. Each one just barely big enough for a full grown centaur to turn around in. Tall sturdy gates with sharp points prevent anyone that doesn’t want to gut themselves from clambering out, and floor to ceiling walls on either side seem more to prevent fraternization than to grant the occupants any kind of privacy.

Curious eyes follow him as he’s led by. Most of the stalls are empty at this time of day for various reasons, but those that aren’t, want to get a good look at the new guy. Keith is just as curious about them. One of the things he can’t help noticing is that most don’t have their arms tied back in either ropes like himself or the fancier leather holders he knows the humans prefer they wear. The ranch hand sees him staring, “When we can trust you. You’ll be allowed to stay in your stall without a lead too,” He says. Keith snorts. He’ll escape long before they get to that point.

The stall they stop at is just as small as the rest. Keith briefly consider stomping with his front hooves and making a run for it, but he knows he’d never be able to make it out from this deep in the Ranch in broad daylight without getting spotted and caught again. He reluctantly enters the stall, and his lead is tied off to a bar that looks specially made for this exact purpose. He’s pissed, when he realizes that the hand tied it too short for him to make full use of the already limited space provided. Keith’s forced to stand right beside the gate, without enough slack to even turn around. Bastard.

“Keith?” Keith shakes awake, blinking blearily. He doesn’t remember falling asleep, “Is that you?”

He looks up and is greeted by a sight he’s been dreaming about for a year, “Shiro!” Keith stumbles to his feet, kicking and bumping the stall walls in his haste to get up.

“Woah there, buddy. Calm down, it’s okay,” Keith hears Shiro’s words, but he can’t. Yanking roughly at the ropes binding his arms, hooves clacking on the hard floor, as he all but dances in place. Shiro’s here, after all this time. Alive on the other side of the gate, and all he wants to do is hug him tight and never let go. A big hand cups the back of his head and drags him forward, until his nose is buried into Shiro’s chest, “Hey now, slow down for me,” Shiro says softly.

Keith takes a shuddery breath and finally manages to hold himself still, “You’re okay,” He whispers, pressing into the other body. Shiro has always been bigger than him, half a hand at the withers and even more in the upper body leaves Keith at about eye level with Shiro’s pecs.

There is a humorless laugh from above him, “I guess, for some definitions of the word,” Keith pulls against the hand holding him until he’s allowed to lean back and look up. He actually processes something beyond the fact that it’s Shiro looking down at him this time. There is a shock of white in Shiro’s formerly all black head hair, a nasty looking scar bisecting his nose, and a sad look in his grey eyes that doesn’t belong there. What have they done to him?

Shiro opens his mouth to says something, but is cut off by another voice, “You know this trouble maker, Champion?” They both turn to look down at the unwelcome interrupter. Another one of the ranch hands, just as unrecognizable to him as the rest.

“He’s a friend,” Shiro says. They’re more than that, have been for a long time, but he’s fine with not sharing that with this human. None of his business what Keith and Shiro are to each other.

The human scowls at Keith, “You should pick better friends. This one’s about one step away from being more trouble than he’s worth.” Keith scowls back at that, and pushes closer to Shiro, the gate spikes dig into his stomach but he ignores them. If he’s so much trouble, maybe they should just set him free. He didn’t ask to be captured, “Come on, enough dallying, you have places to be.”

Shiro looks between the hand and Keith, “Can I just have a minute more? We haven’t seen each other in a long time.” Shiro asks. Keith can’t help the way his back hoof stomps at that. The bigger stallion shouldn’t have to ask permission to stay with him like some sort of colt, especially not from a human.

“No. Now move, before we mark that one down as a bad influence too.” Shiro gives Keith’s neck a squeeze, but backs away to follow the human as told.

“Shiro?” Keith calls after him, but the other stallion doesn’t look back.

It’s not until the sound of Shiro’s hooves on the hard ground have faded that Keith realizes something glaringly obvious. Shiro’s missing an arm.

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#Sheith #shiro #keith #voltron #centaur!keith #centaur!shiro #The Ranch

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