#garrison era

[xtruss]

World: Archaeologists in Turkey have Identified Massive Structures Below a Roman-Era Castle

— September 1, 2023 | By Peter Kenyon, Gokce Saracoglu | NPR.Org

Ruins of housing believed to have been used by soldiers stationed at the garrison. Alice Martins for NPR

Diyarbakir Province, Turkey 🇹🇷 — As part of what was once ancient Mesopotamia, Turkey has long been fertile ground for archaeologists. It's home to significant sites that even predate Mesopotamia — UNESCO World Heritage Sites such as Gobekli Tepe, a Neolithic settlement believed to be more than 10,000 years old with what may be the world's oldest place of worship, and Catalhoyuk, a proto-city dating back some 9,000 years.

Now, more recent sites in the country's southeast are yielding finds that archaeologists say may change modern understanding of this part of the world's past, moving the footprint of pre-Roman activity in the area farther east than was previously believed.

Zerzevan Castle, the site of a Roman Empire military garrison, is providing what UNESCO calls "important information about the Roman soldiers, civilians' daily lives and the battles."

And then there's the Mithras Temple. The Mithras religion — also known as the "Mithras cult" — is believed to have originated in ancient Persia, and the temple, discovered in 2017, is possibly the best-preserved such temple in the world, says UNESCO.

Yet to be excavated are huge, multistory structures that archaeologists have identified thanks to ground-penetrating radar scans. These remain below ground and are revealing layer upon layer of artifacts, some dating back well into pre-Roman history.

A local family visiting Zerzevan Castle archaeological site. Alice Martins for NPR

Archaeologist Aytac Coskun, seen at ruins of an ancient church, says excavations in the area may continue for another three decades. Alice Martins for NPR

Sitting near an ancient church built on a hill high above the temple, Archaeologist Aytac Coskun says the first time he saw the place, he knew he had to excavate.

"I first came to Diyarbakir in 2005," says Coskun, "and when I saw this hill, I saw some pieces of artifacts, and I knew no excavation had been done before. So as soon as I saw it, I knew it had to be a dig because there must be something significant underneath."

Underground Residential Areas May Have Sheltered 10,000 People in Wartime

A tour of the site reveals some what he and his team have excavated in recent years — a sprawling rock altar, an underground church, a water canal stretching for at least several miles.

A member of the Zerzevan Castle excavation and restoration team looks into a microscope while studying a coin found at the archaeological site. Alice Martins for NPR

A Bronze Baptismal Bucket found at the Zerzevan Castle site, currently on display at the Archaeology Museum of Diyarbakir. Alice Martins for NPR

Coskun and his team have unearthed objects including a beautifully preserved and ornately decorated Roman-era bronze baptismal bucket and an Assyrian-era stamp, a kind of official seal carved into rock, that could date back some 3,000 years.

"The digging we're doing inside the castle walls is 57,000 square meters [68,171 square yards]," he says. "It's a huge area. And outside of it...is (something) like 10 million square meters [3.86 square miles]."

Coskun believes some 1,500 people, both military and civilian, lived here during times of peace. In wartime, he says, it's likely that some 10,000 people from the surrounding area came here to seek shelter.

An Inscription seen at the entrance of the Mithras Temple which remains undeciphered. Alice Martins for NPR

Ruins of the Church seen from the south tower. Alice Martins for NPR

That, he says, may help explain the expansive underground living areas. So far, he says they've excavated six residential complexes inside the castle walls, and there are 99 more still below the surface.

That's just one reason Coskun says this site has the potential to change modern understanding of this part of the world and its archaeological and architectural history.

"It's totally open to new discoveries, that's for sure," he says. "We don't know what else we'll find. We've only dug around 10% of the area on the surface within the castle walls. And beyond the castle walls," he adds, "you see more living areas, the canal, a necropolis where the leading families buried their dead, and ceremonial areas. So, there will be more to come."

Excavations, he says, could continue for another 30 years.

The entrance to the Mithras temple seen from inside. Alice Martins for NPR

[bullborn]

OMG ANOTHER EARLY SEASONS TRUTHER thats exactly why i love them the show felt so fun and young and not old and tired

i still love seasons 4-8 but 1-3 are my favorites (i barely watch anything afterwards. late 2000s-modern south park just tends to bore me or feels depressing most of the time but there are definitely exceptions) i still watch the new stuff but i dont really rewatch it usually

i thought this season STARTED great but kinda fell off after like episode 2 (i did like the last 2 more though) the ai episode was astronomically boring to me fsr

anyway apologies for this little rant but i am just happy to finally find someone with similar thoughts as me

Never be sorry for your rants!! I love when people agree with me cuz it makes me feel like I'm right (which I am♡)

I'm such an earlier seasons type of guy. The second chef stopped having an important role in the series everything went dark. 1 to 3 is really just the golden era of SP episodes and yet so many people skip them (just like they skip rpdr season 1 to 3 even tho season 3 is the most iconic in the franchise,,,really makes you think 💔💔). The newer seasons are literally just Trey's projection diary where every character is Trey Jr. Honestly I'm guessing that's why PC doesn't get a lot of screen time anymore, cuz he's an actual good dad and partner and God forbid a male character not hate and despise his wife and kids.

I need more people to discuss SP with like in a socratic circle.

[crypticallylies]

I've been thinking about voltron (LD) again recently and I've realized the one thing that always gets me is when I find a fic that focuses specifically on Garrison-era stuff. Like they need to spend more time on Earth before they go fuck off into space. it just hits different

[inspectorspacetimerevisited]

It’s a bit difficult to believe, but the Thirteenth Inspector’s Associate Garrison Lowe was actually inspired by Aidan Davies’ father, Eoghan.

Both were working-class blokes who liked to get their hands dirty.

[miss-hauntyy]

K9 x HEAT

Pairing: Ghost, Hybrid!Reader x Hybrid!Konig

Summary: You were Ghost’s K9, a vicious little thing he had a hard time controlling, but somehow made it work. Seeing how well he was able to tame you, Ghost was gifted with a senior K9 from Kortac. He was a tall Austrian man named Konig and while he hated the oversized mutt, you seemed to like him enough for Ghost to let him stay.

Warnings: dubious consent, double penetration, blood kink, biting, marking, reader in heat, knotting?

Notes: I posted this a long time ago on AO3 and I just made a new account to share it more. I am finally making a part 2 even though I get frustrated writing it. I made the drawing so please Do Not Repost, ask first.

___ was, in the nicest way, a little shit. Ghost knew this, and he had a hard time taming her.

The military had introduced a new line of K9s, genetically modified humans with spliced canine genes whose whole purpose was to serve and obey. They were merely an experiment, as K9s were more animal than human. They lead by instinct, and it was hard to control them, leading to countless deaths due to their aggression. Still, that killing instinct is exactly what the military needed for the new war era.

That’s when she came to play; a simple woman to most people, but even with a glance, she was seconds from tearing someone’s head off. Females were more aggressive, so they weren’t as sought after, but Ghost personally picked her to be trained. 

And train her he did. 

With an iron fist and a steel collar, she was able to follow commands, have a near-perfect recall, and kill only when told. That did not mean she didn’t want to kill Ghost whenever she had the chance, he had the scars to prove it. As time goes on, ___ proves to him that he can trust her, and Ghost starts to loosen the leash. ___ and Ghost are able to see eye to eye and have a great dynamic both on the battlefield and in garrison.  

It was difficult, Ghost was tired, but at least he only had to deal with one. 

That’s when Konig came in. 

He was a senior K9 from Kortac, a foreign military team that rivals the 141, and Ghost hated the oversized mutt that infiltrated his unit. Anything that Ghost hated, so did she. 

The first interaction wasn’t the greatest. ___ was behind Ghost, snarling at the other K9 as Captain Price explains the situation, and Ghost couldn’t care less.

Konig’s former handler had been killed in action. A K9 is often retired after the death of a handler or sent back for rehabilitation and further training, but Konig couldn’t be tamed. Tranquilizers didn’t work on him, and he already killed a K9 trainer, an officer, and two doctors in three months. So Kortac did the sensible thing and made him someone else's problem, in turn leading him to Ghost. 

“You did an excellent job with this one right here,” Price says as he points at ___, but quickly retracts his arm when she snaps her teeth at him. 

“Hardly… she is still stubborn.” Ghost gazes down at her, ___’s eyes turning the other way, feigning ignorance. “I’m not taking your cryptid mutt, this one is already a handful.”

“Simon, I'm not asking you to take him, I’m telling you. He might be an older dog, but you can still teach him new tricks.” Price smiles as Ghost grits his teeth under the mask, annoyance coursing through him. If Price wasn’t ordering him, he could have told him to send that lab experiment where he found him, but since he couldn’t refuse… 

He looks at Konig, two inches taller than him, wearing what seems to be a cutoff shirt with eyeholes over his face. Ghost notices at first glance that he is wearing a muzzle underneath. Icy blue eyes stared down at him, feeling the killing intent behind them. He appeared docile but it was only a matter of time before he would snap again. The only thing that passed his mind was if ___ would be able to neutralize him if need be. 

“One month.” Ghost states, holding a finger up to illustrate his demand. “If he’s still a piece of shit by then, I don’t care what you do with him.” 

Ghost took the challenge, albeit reluctantly. And for the next few days, he would be regretting what he did. 

Konig proved to be a bigger eyesore than ___. He was sneakier with his attacks, smart enough to know when or when not to listen, and despite his height, he was quiet. He was thankful for once that ___ stuck to him like glue, alerting him whenever Konig was sneaking around. However, Konig had a major flaw and it was his anxiety. Ghost was quick to exploit it. 

Konig was good on the battlefield, but could not work in normal and mundane scenarios. He was socially inept, finding it hard to interact normally with others, and Ghost used ___ to be Konig’s social partner. He started to grow dependent the more he grew closer to her. Seeing her as his only ally who understood what he went through, but when she is suddenly removed from the equation, Konig is distraught. 

It was a low move on Ghost’s part, he was aware of how quickly K9s bond with one another, and for a person that relies on another for basic survival is crushing. Ghost could see it live, Konig growling at Ghost and demanding to bring her back. Konig could kill him if he so wished, but he was painfully aware that Ghost was ___’s handler, and the only person that knew where she was. Holding her for ransom made Konig obey, working almost too perfectly. 

Once the month was up, Ghost came up to Price with good news, deciding to keep Konig as he was able to follow orders. 

In less than two years, Ghost had the two most feared K9s of the unit at his beck and call, which came with a reputation that he did not ask for.

That did not mean it was perfect, the two were still insufferable half the time. Konig, being more senior, took a lead role in guiding ___, but that just meant teaching her how to be more of a nuisance. It was fine seeing the two play fight, but there was something that concerned Ghost that had yet to worry about with her. 

Konig’s rut. 

While it was a month or every two months type of deal, waking up in the middle of the night to hear scratching on walls and painful groans was not one of the things he signed up for. 

He would drive him to the hospital to get the meds necessary to help, and other times he would leave him in his room overnight until he calmed down. Ghost once thought of finding him a mate, the hospital had programs for that, but he would have to stay over for days at a time, and he couldn’t afford that. 

___ come to mind briefly, Ghost nearly running a red light at the mere thought of her being Konig’s mate. The idea didn’t settle right with him. While yes, ___ and Konig were both K9s, she was still his pup whereas Konig was an oversized runt that was made his problem. Ghost didn’t dwell on the thought long enough to know why it made him so upset.

He pulled up to the driveway, having left Konig at the hospital again. 

His home, which he had just moved into, had three rooms. ___ being the biggest with its own bathroom. Konig called it unfair while she claimed it was because she needed privacy, and in seconds they were barking at each other. Ghost was just glad everyone had their own space. 

Walking up the stairs, he hears a cough coming from ___’s bedroom. Ghost pauses, cursing, as he has just come from the hospital. 

He knocks and hears a quiet, “Come in” before he opens the door. Just as he feared, Ghost found her on the bed, red-faced, snotty-nosed, and glossy eyes staring at him. She was hot to the touch and sweating profusely. 

“You have a fever.” He states, brushing the loose strands of hair sticking to her forehead. 

“Yeah… I woke up because I felt nauseous.” She replies in a weak tone, voice hoarse from coughing.

Just what he needed. 

One is in the hospital to get his balls drained, and the other is bedridden. At least he didn’t need them for the next few weeks. 

“You should have put on more layers like I told you. You never listen, pup.” He scolds her while pinching her nose. She snarls at him and swats his hand off. “Can you hold on for the night? I’ll pick something up for you in the morning when I go get Konig from the hospital.” 

“Again? Are his ruts that bad?” She questions, still worried despite the discomfort she’s in. 

“Can’t say, but yeah, seems like it. I don’t have to worry about that with you for now.” Ghost is more tender with her than when he first started. The change came promptly when Konig came into the picture, making it clear who was his favorite.

She replies with a weak smile before a coughing fit takes over her. “I’ll see you in the morning. Try not to die while I'm gone.” Ghost commands as he gets off her bed, not needing to be in a sick person’s room any longer than he needs to. 

“I’ll try not to, but no promises.” She grins as Ghost leaves her room. The moment the door closes, he can feel the fatigue settling in his bones. It has been a long night, making him feel drained.

At moments like this, he thought back on his life. From the moment he turned 18, Ghost was alone. Always surrounded by people, but never lingering enough to form a deep connection with anyone. The 141 was the closest thing to a family, yet he kept a boundary he didn’t dare to cross.

___, on the other hand, penetrated that barrier with no reserve or sense of self. She stayed close to him, never gave him a reason to doubt her, and even comforted Ghost when all seemed lost. She reminded him of Riley, a German Shepherd he had long before anyone. 

His hand traces up his shaft as he curls his fingers around the head, a thumb pressing along the gland. He grips at the base and pulls back on his skin, continuing the slow and stroking motion with a breathy sigh. The cold water runs down his broad back, trickling down his scars and dripping as it reaches his legs. He grunts again, muscle flexing with every stroke of his cock, wondering if the shower head is loud enough to drown out his voice. 

One house, two K9s, and not a single moment of privacy had left Ghost to relieve himself at random hours of the night. It wasn't much of a problem before, but now it was especially difficult to even bring a woman over, not that he had tried anyway. 

“Fuck…” 

His hips buckle forward when he palms the head, jerking himself with his hand and throbbing with every icy droplet that falls on his reddened cock. The grunts get heavier, heaving from pleasure, yet guilt sinks into the back of his mind. 

He was on the second floor, ___ was sleeping and Konig was away. There was no way they could ever know. Ghost tries to focus on the pleasure, his thoughts killing the mood and wanting to get this over quickly so he can fall asleep. 

His strokes quicken, palm white as he drags his hand along the length of his cock, giving the glands extra attention as it makes his hips jerk forward and grunts deeper. The sensitive quiet pleasure doesn’t last long as he shudders. Ghost leans forward, cum splattering on the tile walls, watching as it dissolves in the water. It leaves him panting, muscles spasming under the cold shower, and feeling disgusted with himself.  

He grabs a towel, wrapping it around his waist when he passes through the fog. He presses a hand onto the glass and grimaces at his reflection, he looked too much like his mother. Ignoring the reflection, he looks at his jaw and sees he needs a shave. 

Just where his shoulder and neck meet, was a bite mark that had long healed, but left an indent of each tooth on his skin. The sensation still lingered and the flesh tender to the touch. 

It happened less than a year ago when ___ was still in training. The day was hot with dry air coming from the Sahara, Ghost was sweating under layers of clothes and heavy gear. He made the mistake of turning his back on her as he took off his gear and jacket. His skin peeked under his mask and at that moment he lost momentum, his head hitting the deck, and felt a weight on his back. Before Ghost could yell at her, ___ sank her teeth into his neck. That day, he learned the difference between a normal human and her. His blood kept spilling, her jaw locked on his flesh, and it took two tranquilizers to unhook ___ from Ghost. Any higher and she could have pierced his carotid artery.

He still remembers that smile. The blood dripped down her chin, pupils dilated, and she looked high with ecstasy. There was not an ounce of killing intent in her eyes, having done it purely for her own satisfaction. She enjoyed it, and Ghost didn’t know how to react then.  

She hasn’t pulled a stunt like that since but thinking of that moment made his dick twitch with anticipation and a slight feeling of dread. Though, what he truly feared was developing a weird fetish. 

In the morning, Ghost went to check on her. She was sound asleep, still hot to the touch but wasn’t sneezing and coughing like the night before. It seemed like a regular cold, so plenty of rest and food should do the trick. 

As he heads out the door, Ghost has an uncomfortable feeling that swells and spreads inside of him. Like a premonition of something bad happening soon, but he disregards it, thinking it was just his lack of sleep.

The drive to the hospital isn’t long, however, the waiting is. Ghost is sitting in the waiting room, the military hospital bustling in the morning, and he is getting a couple of odd looks from dependents passing by. 

“Do you train?” A woman asked across from him, she was in uniform, looking like she had stopped here on her way to work, and by the patch on her sleeve, he deduced she was a K9 trainer. 

“No. I’m a handler.” He keeps the conversation short and simple, but the woman continues to talk. 

“Oh, I see! What’s their name? I might know them. I’m a trainer, real hard work, but I guess not as bad as yours.” She laughs, Ghost staring with a bored expression as she doesn’t pick up on his disinterested gaze. 

“Maybe… They are imported. Konig and ___. Heard of them?” She shakes her head, Ghost figuring as much, but even then she doesn’t stop her questioning. 

“Both boys?”

“One is a girl.”

“Really? Mine is too, she’s a real handful but so sweet once you get to know her. Her heat started a few months back, so it has been difficult for the both of us. The doctors keep trying to mate her, but I think she is not ready for that yet. I can’t stop seeing her as my little pup.”

Ghost doesn’t want to listen to the dog lady talking about her dogs like they are household pets. He isn’t listening, but the more she talks about female heats, the more it intrigues him.

“If you don’t mind me asking… how did you know she went into heat?” He didn’t want to know, he rather had the hospital deal with all of that, but thinking about ___ made him worry. 

“Oh, well, the first is the worst as it starts with an awful fever. They are tired all the time, and they put on a couple of pounds to store energy.” As she talks, Ghost thinks of the times ___ had been acting differently. He has seen her lounging around and eating more. It wasn’t concerning at first, but she also had come down with a fever last night. 

“The heat comes soon after that fever, making them highly aggressive because of the pain. You should have seen me when I first found Adela tearing a hole in her mattress.” She laughs, but Ghost doesn’t sound as pleased with the news.

He ponders, Konig was pretty aggressive when he was in a rut but was still able to listen, wouldn’t the opposite apply to females? “Why are females more aggressive? I thought the males…” 

The woman scoffs, “Oh, don’t believe that mess. The males only get aggressive if there is competition around. Females are extremely picky with their partners and if they are not able to perform, they attack… that is, if she doesn’t kill him before he has a chance.”

Ghost couldn’t help the chuckles from leaving his lips, the absurdity of it all giving him a headache. He had to deal with the fact that there is a possibility ___ is tearing down his house right now if she’s in heat. 

And he thought Konig was a handful when rutting. 

Just then, two K9s are escorted out by nurses. The woman stands up first, running up to her K9, and hugging her tightly. If the girl had a tail, he swears he could have seen it wagging. The two share a joyful moment, Ghost seeing how much love she has for her pup as the K9 melts to her touch.

He cringed.

They were way too affectionate for his liking, having never been that way with ___ or Konig. They knew their roles as military dogs, they had jobs and he was their handler. He couldn’t afford to get complacent amid a battle. 

“Let go, Konig.” He commands while walking away, Konig quickly following behind him. There is a brown bag in his hands, suspecting they were hormonal blockers and if his assumptions were right, he was going to need them. 

“You seem like you are in a rush, Ghost,” Konig comments as he has to match Ghost’s long strides. 

“Seems like it. ___ is at the house sick. I can’t leave her alone for too long, you know how she gets. What about you? You got to waste all the energy?”

“Uhh n—.”

“Never mind that, just don’t let me catch you scratching my walls again.” He quickly cuts him off, reaching the parking garage and waiting for Konig to get in as he speeds off. 

His finger taps on the steering wheel, the sick feeling coming back again. It’s an understatement to say Ghost wasn’t nervous, he was. He felt under prepared and with no plan as to how to face ___. That is, if she was truly in her heat. He kept believing in that notion, but as he recalled more memories, she should have gotten her Heat last year. 

“Ghost, red light,” Konig warns, the tires screeching as he comes to a stop. 

That fucking light. Now of all times, it decides to be red. 

Konig flinches next to Ghost, sensing his emotions and how it’s affecting him. He doesn’t say anything, but the tense atmosphere makes him think something bad is about to happen. 

Pulling up to the driveway, he slams the door closed and Ghost curses when he drops the house keys, hands trembling as he jiggles the doorknob, but upon entering the house it’s eerily quiet. Only the sounds of their footsteps are heard as they walk in. The place seems intact, making Ghost sigh. It was nothing. He was scared for nothing. 

“Konig go and put those meds in your room while I go see—.” 

“It smells sweet here.” Ghost’s eyes drag across the room to meet with Konig. He can't see his expression, but it is abundantly clear the way his eyes dilate. His heart thumps out of his chest, face pale under the mask as he stares at Konig. 

“Konig!” Ghost yells when Konig sprints down the hall, he chases after him, grabbing the back of his hoodie just as he opens the door. Ghost can smell it now, the musky scent palpable and sweet, making him cough. 

Konig grunts, a guttural growl rumbling in his throat as he walks into the bedroom, Ghost behind him, tugging on his hoodie to keep him back. Konig insists on getting closer, despite the many warnings. ___ is tucked under the covers, and they can now hear the quiet cries. 

Hearing her like this hurt him more than it should. Was she suffering? Is it his fault he couldn’t see the signs? Ghost overthinks everything he has done up to this point, the thought of disappearing when Konig pulls on her covers. The scent is stronger as they find her lying on the bed, skin glistening with sweat and trembling.

What a sight.

Ghost felt as if he was frozen. Her eyelids fluttered open, arms pressed on the bed, pulling herself up and sitting there in nothing but a shirt. It was one he lost two nights ago, and now he knew who stole it. 

“___… you okay, pup?” His eyes are trained on her while keeping a tight grip on Konig from approaching. Her eyes are unfocused, a bit red, and dazed from being woken up. She slowly blinks and turns to see Konig who is barely holding it in. 

When ___ heaves, Ghost flinches. She grasps her stomach, groaning more from the pain. It’s overpowering, making her body ache and the fine hairs on her skin stand. Ghost goes to get closer and at that moment she snarls at him, scratching the back of his hand and Ghost hisses when she nicked him. 

“Fuck! ___?!” He yells, causing Konig to immediately run to her. She barks at Konig as he jumps over her, nose buried in the crook of her neck, and she claws his face to get him off. Ghost jumps in, shoving Konig away. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Ghost yells as he stands in between them. He has an arm out on Konig, visibly triggered by ___, and she only hisses back at him.  

“She… she’s in heat, Ghost… I can help her, let me help her.” Konig groans, struggling to keep himself together as he heaves. 

Ghost has never seen him look this bad, he almost looks pathetic. Konig is kneeling on the bed, his eyes never leaving __ but the bulge is more than evident on what he wants to do. 

“I’ll shoot your brains out before I let you touch—.” Ghost grunts when she claws his back, tearing into his shirt and pinning him down on the bed. Ghost struggles under her and shudders when he hears the growl from a year ago. He throws her off his back and grabs both her wrists as she snarls at him and snaps her teeth again.

“Don’t you fucking dare ___.”

It takes a bit of manhandle for ___ to stand down in defeat. Ghost settled his weight on top of her, hands pinned down on the bed, and they are both left panting. Ghost hisses as the prickling pain settles on his back. 

___ glares up at Ghost, their breaths in sync as she tries to kick him to get him off. Impossible to do with Ghost trapping her legs with his.  

“Konig, go and bring me your fucking meds.”

“You truly have no idea what you are doing.” Ghost snaps his head to look at Konig, who’s standing there with a scratch across his face, the shirt mask ripped off him and blood soaking into his hoodie. “The blockers won't work in the middle of a heat, she needs to shed off all that energy first.”

“I’m not letting you fuck her.” He states firmly. 

“Then do you want to do the honors?! You can either leave her here to suffer for days on end with no release, or do something about it.”

Konig has a point, but Ghost is not yet ready to admit it. He thought of what the dog lady said, ___ was still a pup to Ghost, a rabid little shit pup, but still his. He didn’t choose her two years ago just to fuck her now that she is in heat.

“… I can’t do that. I’m her handler.”

“Then let me—.”

“No… I don’t trust you with her.” Ghost’s confession takes him aback, but Konig doesn’t seem offended, as if he already knew. 

“You are going to have to. I know more than you do.” Konig snarls at him as he gets closer. He leans over and gives ___ soft licks along her cheeks that she reciprocates. 

___ is heard whining and writhing under Ghost, her lips parting for Konig. Just then, her body jolts, shocks of electricity coursing through her spine, and slumps back on the bed with a satisfied expression. 

“Did she just…?” Ghost gets off her, noticing the stained sheet and soaked panties sticking to her groin. “Oh fuck.” He grabs her knees and closes them tightly. 

“At least she came, that will make it easier for us.” Konig gets on the bed, grabbing her by the waist as he gets behind her. She caves into his chest and nuzzles her nose on his neck. Konig groans when she grazes her teeth on his neck. “No biting.”

Ghost feels like he shouldn’t be here. Watching ___ suckle on Konig’s finger to stop him from biting him was… erotic. 

“She likes that?” ___ is more receptive to his touch, licking and sucking him down to the knuckle. He clenches his jaw. This shouldn’t turn him on so much. 

With a free hand, Konig lifts her shirt. His hand dragged across her torso and cupped her breast. “Yeah, she likes it. You can let go of her now.”

He loosens his grip on her wrists, red bruises starting to form. 

“The hard part is over, Simon. If you truly want to help her, it has to be this way. Or what? Do you plan to take her to the hospital and make it their problem?” Konig has a firm gaze, face flushed but still conscious and cognitive to put meaning in his words. 

His words ring in Ghost’s ear, thinking of all the times he has taken Konig to the hospital. He didn’t know why he thought they just pumped him full of meds and made him sleep it off. 

“Let’s worry about her… look, you see that? She can’t take her eyes off you.” The moment he says that, Ghost sees her staring. Her lips pursed and sucking on Konig, but her gaze was indeterminately on him. 

Ghost clenches his jaw but loosens it as he gets closer, a weary hand reaches for her cheek, and she nuzzles into his touch. She lets go of Konig to lick his palm. “It’s okay, pup. I’m right here.” 

It was maddening. 

This is not how he wanted to start his Friday, not seeing his girl being so needy and hot. Licking his palm as if begging him to do more with his hand. 

___ reaches for him, nuzzling her nose to his face, and her fingertips slip under his mask and pull it off his face. Ghost groans as he feels her breath on his lips, followed by her tongue. Small soft licks on his rough chin and falling on his lips.

“Not like that… open up your mouth for me.” He instructs. ___ opens her mouth as Ghost presses his tongue against hers to kiss her lips.  

It was too good. 

Her tongue twirls inside his mouth, inexperienced and eager, almost making him laugh. He matches her pace before taking control, sucking on her tongue as ___ starts to moan and squirm for him. There is a moment she forgets to breathe and Ghost parts away to see her panting, the scent growing stronger and her body jolting with pleasure.

“Not as conflicted now, are you?” Konig teases, his teeth nibbling on her ear and making her jump as he pinches her breasts. Ghost wanted to kick him out, better yet, send him back to Austria, but whatever he was doing, ___ made sure to voice her enjoyment. 

“You are here because she needs you too. Don’t make me regret it.” Ghost huffs, unable to stay mad for long when ___ is tugging at his shirt and kicking her feet for attention. “You’re a greedy little pup, aren’t ya? I’m not going anywhere.”

Ghost smirks as he complies with her request and slips off the shirt. He does the same with her, lifting her legs as her panty slides off and her fluids seep down her thighs. He spreads her legs apart, a low grunt heard as he looks at the mess she made of herself. 

“You are sopping wet, you did this yourself, hmm? Don’t tell me you got all worked up over a few kisses?” ___ doesn’t respond with words but is visible in the way her brows purse together, her lips pouting, and the heat rising to her face, blushing her cheeks. Ghost lets out a soft chuckle, “… so you can be cute.” 

Ghost kisses her a couple more times, peppering her skin with fluttering kisses, and finally settles his head in between her legs. A cheek touches her thigh and glances up one last time before Konig takes her attention away. 

She was soaked, no, drenched. 

Ghost’s fingers drag along her slick folds, spreading her apart as the fluid continues to leak, coating his fingers. He’s never seen anything like it. She was so soft, and her cum just made it so much easier to slip a finger inside. Her hips buckle, making him laugh. 

“Don’t cum until I say so. You are only allowed to cum in my mouth, you hear.” He looks up to see her nod, her neck already covered in small bites, while Konig already had his tongue bitten by her. She sure loved to use those teeth. 

A finger slips in, curling inside, and simultaneously strokes her clit, large and engorged. The sensations she felt doubled and within seconds she was a moaning mess. ___ was far too sensitive and Ghost loved it more than he should as he slipped another finger inside her tight canal. Every pump earned him a moan, and with every stroke of her clit she whined. Even as Konig muffled her moans with kisses, he could still hear that sultry voice rumble and echo in the room. 

It was truly music.

“Fuck… this might be addicting.” With an open mouth, Ghost gorges on her pussy, licking and slurping on her cum before laying his tongue flat and lapping her up from the bottom to her oversensitive clit. ___ couldn’t handle it any longer, but his command prevented her from disobeying. 

She was crying, her voice weak, and riding his mouth as she gripped onto Ghost's hair and pulled on Konig to bite her. Her moans got louder, the bed creaking the more she thrust into his tongue, Ghost fucking her insides with his mouth. 

He grunts when she cums on him, gripping her thighs and not letting a single drop go to waste. When Ghost moves back, he breathes a grin of satisfaction on his face, her cum dripping down his chin and eyes briefly unfocused, drunk from her. 

“Come here,” Ghost growls at her as he leans forward, gripping her chin to kiss her and letting ___ taste herself in his mouth. “You like that taste, pup?” She nods, moaning and licking the cum off his lips. 

Konig pushes her forward, and she quickly wraps her hands around Ghost. More kisses are shared as Konig gets her on her hands and knees, her back arched and swaying her hips. Her head is resting on Konig’s lap, cheek pressing on his bulge as she pants to his smell. 

“What a fucking sight you are.” Her plump ass swaying in front of Ghost, pussy throbbing and dripping already. He takes a firm hand to spread her cheeks apart and when he slaps her, ___ moans. 

“Seems that she likes it.” Konig grins when she starts to drool on his joggers. His cock throbs, hitting her lips with each pulse, wanting to try that pretty mouth already. “Dammit, I’m at a breaking point here.” 

Ghost is loosening her hole by spreading his fingers inside her. “You're waiting for my orders, Konig? How obedient of you.” The man flinches as Ghost laughs. He was obedient, at least when he wanted to. “Don’t let her bite your dick off.”

Taking his words and approval, Konig hastily pulled down his jogger. The boner slapped her face and sprang out, thick and throbbing with a knot swelling by the second. ___ didn’t even have time to register the size when her tongue licked on the base. 

Ghost gritted his teeth and hissed. Following Konig, he unbuckled his jeans, dick bouncing off her ass. He was breathing hard, heart thumping, and it took everything to not just rock her back and bury his cock inside. 

___ wasn’t paying attention when Ghost rubbed his girth along her labia, coating his cock with her fluids before pressing the tip on her hole. The pressure of being spread made her moan, teeth sinking into Konig, and he curses when she bites him. 

“Fuck! ___!” He has to yank her by the hair, her head pulled back after biting his thigh. Konig growls back, both K9s snarling at each other, but her expression quickly changes when Ghost thrusts in again. 

He shudders seeing the sight of her parted lips with tears trickling down her cheeks. Konig couldn’t stay mad, not when she was taking Ghost so good and enjoying every inch of him. 

“Bite me…” Konig exclaims, his voice hoarse and unable to say it louder. “Bite me, ___.”

Her eyes widened, and a brief second of consciousness ran past her eyes, just for a second before her teeth sank into his skin. Konig grunts as he grips the back of her neck. Blood trickles down his chest and Ghost pushes deeper into her hole. It aches and burns, tearing her open and pushing deeper while she digs her teeth deeper with every inch she takes. Konig couldn’t take it, cock pulsating, daring to shoot his load as his body increases in temperature and eyes roll back. His mouth gaped open as she claimed him, much like she did with Ghost. 

“Ngh… oh fuck, ___, let go.” He yanks her by the hair, pulling her back to see the shit-eating grin on her face.

“Be lucky she didn’t bite your dick.” Ghost settles deep inside, grunting as he feels her tightening around him and a barrier that prevents him from going deeper. 

Konig trembles, having a harder time staying conscious as she intensifies his rut. “This is your fault. She got a taste for blood, and now she can't stop.” He grabs her by the neck when she tries to bite him again, only to moan when he adds more pressure. 

“You’re lucky, you’re cute… Go ahead and fuck this dick with that mouth, pup,” he tells her, ___ complying as her mouth hangs open and curls her tongue along the head. Konig sighs, still in pain, but the pleasure drowns it out. 

It takes Ghost a moment before he starts to move, ___ clamping down on him, leaving not a lot of room to move. “I’m going to need you to loosen up… you are so tight, I can't move.” Ghost grunts. A hand slips down to her clit, rubbing and teasing the nub, in turn, making her moan around Konig’s cock. The K9 hisses, gripping her hair, and glares at Ghost, who looks at him with an amused grin. 

“I’m going to have to try that, later,” he chuckles, Konig growling in response. 

As her body starts to get used to his size, Ghost slowly pulls his cock back, glistening with her fluid, and watches as he buries himself back inside. He kept a steady control of his movements, trying not to lose himself no matter how good it felt, how warm and tight she was, how easy it is to fuck—calm down, he needed to calm down. 

Ghost kept his focus on her waist, large callous hands resting just above her hips, guiding her shaking ass into his lap. The sounds of skin slapping against each other, her ass jiggling more, and he grins when he sees the red tint on her skin reach down to her shoulders. Ghost leans forward, the speed increasing and her voice blending with the sound of sex. 

“You like having your holes filled, do you?” Ghost muttered in her ear, her cheeks full, the head reaching down her throat, and she throbs upon the seemingly innocent comment. “Of course, you fucking do, fucking slut.” A laugh is heard, followed by a grunt, finally, she jolts when Ghost bites the nape of her neck. 

He can’t see it, but Konig watches as her eyes roll back, her mouth hanging open and drooling with a cock between her lips. “Fuuck… if I knew you any better, I'd say you planned this whole thing,” Konig says through gritted teeth. He can’t look away, entranced at the sight of ___ nuzzling to his cock. 

“Is that it, baby? Did you plan this entire thing, hmm? Is okay, I won't get mad.” Ghost thrust forward, pushing her body into Konig with each powerful thrust, her moans, and the creaking bed, harmonizing with his movements. 

Is dangerous.

Is too good.

Is… Addicting. 

Ghost can’t stop himself any longer, grunting as he fucks ___, her face twisted in pleasure, screaming in ecstasy as the two reach closer to their high. She cried, and he didn’t care, abusing the G-spot and continuously hitting her cervix. 

He’s already so close, wanting nothing more than to bury himself deep and coat her insides white. 

That be a sight. 

Pulling out and spreads her pussy open to see his semen leak and drip down their already messy bed.

“Shit… I’m so close. I’ll fill you up good, pup.” a whine is heard from ___ as Ghost pins her down on Konig’s lap by the neck and arches her back more. After several more hard thrusts, Ghost froze, his legs shaking and cock throbbing inside. “Just like that… Take it all, baby.” Ghost stays inside for a minute longer, trying not to cum again as ___ is milking every last drop of him.

They both drop as Ghost pulls out, the man panting by her side and ___ is cross-eyed as she gives Konig licks. Cum trickles down her face and her tongue reaches for most of it. 

When he glances up, Konig is covering his mouth while shaking. 

He was definitely hanging by a threat. 

The woman was squirming, and her eyes blinked at Konig. ___ is barely able to keep her eyes open, and Konig responds by giving her licks. 

“Let her sleep… Any longer and we'll die from blood loss.” Konig couldn't feel the pain just yet, still high with ecstasy, but even in his haze he knew neither of the two were in shape to continue. Ghost had lacerations along his back, and Konig had a chunk bitten out of him. He knew girls were aggressive, but this was borderline cannibalistic. Then again, they have been through worse during missions. 

___ is quick to fall asleep, curled up on a side of the bed and pulling a blanket before staring to lightly snore. If Ghost knew it to be this easy to put her to sleep, he should have done it ages ago. He gets off the bed, his face grimacing at the white sheets now having splashes of red and the smell of sex thick in the room. The men were hurting, euphoric, but as the adrenaline washes away they are painfully reminded she did attempt to kill them both.

“I’ll get some new sheets and draw a bath. Have the pills ready for when she wakes up,” Ghost quickly instructs, Konig nodding as he leaves the room first, stumbling as he walks. Ghost remains in the room, his post nut conscience taking over, and while he doesn’t feel guilty, this is not the development he was expecting. Konig was a surprise too. 

Managing to get the sheets under her and place a new one, Ghost is lost in thought on the memory when she first bit him, somehow now making sense. 

She stirs and groans, her eyes fluttering, but Ghost urges her to go to sleep. “Where is Konig…” she asks with a hoarse voice, seeing Ghost was the only one around. “I’m hungry too.”

“He is getting you medicine… you should sleep some more.” Sitting on the bed, Ghost brushes the hairs sticking to her face while __ can barely keep her eyes open. She whines and nuzzles her face on Ghost’s hand, acting cuter than she did an hour ago. 

“How is your back…?”

“I’ll live, how is the heat?”

“Manageable… and I thought a cement pillar collapsing on top of me was the worst thing that ever happened.”

Ghost huffed as he smiled, at least she was fine, despite his back looking like he was a victim of Jeffrey Kruger.

He wanted to say more, ask her more questions, but the pricking pain did not go away and ___ was once again asleep. By then, Konig came with a glass of water and the meds. He places them on the counter and Ghost ushers him away, walking behind Konig as he closes the door.

[zkvry]

Are You Laughing at My Brother? | Shelby Brothers x Sister!Reader

Summary : Y/N is just a year younger than John Shelby, though her immense instinct to protect her older brothers against their enemies reveals that the Shelby name is not to be trifled with.

Warnings : cussing, misogyny, death threats, guns, descriptions of violence, racism

Additional Information : > takes place in early season 1 ; Billy Kimber era (minor spoilers) > written in third person perspective (she/her) > 847 words | 6 minutes

Author's Note : decided to use some gifs along the way, might be distracting for your reading - I apologise. My first work on here, please let me know how you find it! Enjoy <3

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"Are you laughing, at my brother?" She speaks, appearing from behind the bar. For the first time since they've dared to enter the Garrison, Billy Kimber and his two men flinched slightly at her sternness. This only lasted a split second. Still, it didn't go unnoticed.

Billy Kimber flashes a cocksure smirk, pleased at the presence of something less dreadful than matter at hand. "And what do we have here,"

John lets out a humourless laugh. "I'd be careful with that one. She's feisty," He warns Billy Kimber with an all-knowing look.

Billy Kimber rakes his eyes over her physique. "This is no place for a whore - even a pretty one at that," He tuts mockingly, shaking his head.

Arthur inhales deeply as he fights the very last nerve to not cut the cheeky bastard across the face - to not slice his eyes for looking at his dearest little sister. The word 'whore' bounces around in his head. Arthur's lips twitch, knuckles turning white as he grips onto the arm rest for restraint.

He was waiting for a signal - a sound or nod of approval from Tommy or Her. Hell, he thinks, even John could command it and he would bloody do it. No questions asked.

Nonetheless, She makes her presence known. Almost like clockwork - one of the Shelby brothers stand and holds out his chair. In this moment, it was John. He extends his hand and escorts her to his previously occupied seat with care. Recklessly, he drags a chair for himself from a nearby table beside them, and plops down.

Billy Kimber clears his throat wearily but still as arrogant as before. "Right, he's the oldest, you're the thickest. I'm told the boss is called tommy so it can't be this woman you lot here seem to worship. Then I'm guessing that's you, cause you're looking at me up and down like I'm a fucking tart, " He spits out.

Thomas finally unclenches his jaw, the throbbing pain creeping onto him. He puts on a calm façade. Unmoving, he looks to Her direction.

Only when he saw She hadn't intervene, he spoke. "I want to know what you want. And which one am I talking to, which one of you is the boss?" Thomas breathes out as he takes a puff from a cigarette. His finger darting around from Billy Kimber to the two men that accompanied him.

Billy Kimber shoots up from his seat, knocking it to the ground. "I'm the fucking boss, alright!? Enough parley, you fixed the race without my permission. You fucking Gypsy scum. I run the races. You fixed one of 'em, so I'm going to have you shot against the post!" He declares - finger pointing threateningly to Thomas.

"Pick it up," She leans forward onto the table, hands intertwined infront of her.

Billy Kimber looks at her flabbergasted, "What?" He furrows his eyebrows, offended.

She stands slowly, the men around her straightening their backs in alert at her movement. She stares at him, unfriendly.

"I said," She continues, leaning forward once more, arms stretched out on the sides of the table, dominating the space at the table. "Pick. my chair. up," She repeats.

Billy Kimber remains stunned, seemingly not knowing what to do. The audacity of such a woman to demand him to pick up a chair? He was shocked to say the least, and outrageously insulted.

Ready to argue and humiliate her, Billy Kimber opens his mouth but She was quicker.

"You swayed your arse in here like you own the place. Guns out like you're flaunting fuck knows what," She speaks fluently, rage settling in. "We fixed your race, you put a bullet in my ceiling. That's fair, but then you had to run that fucking mouthpiece of yours didn't ya eh?"

"Want to put a bullet in my brother's head, is that it?" Like a predator, She stalks closer to him.

As She approaches, one of Billy Kimber's men crouched down and picked up the fallen chair. Just as the chair was upright, She gathered her strength and slammed Kimber's shoulders down onto the seat and held him still.

"Why don't we put one in yours?" She whispers into his ear, patting harshly on his right shoulder.

In an instant, Kimber's two men draw their guns.

The Shelby brothers lurch forward, in efforts to protect their sister infront of them, moving to draw their own guns as well.

However, the men who were supposedly loyal to Billy Kimber pointed their guns at the man himself. A sinister smile creeps onto Her face.

"Let's do proper business, shall we Mister Kimber? Starting off with your races, " She declares, moving to lower the guns that have been drawn by her brothers and the two men working for Her.

She turns abruptly to face Kimber. "Though, they wouldn't be your races any longer after we're done here, would they? " Her face suggestive of diplomacy, but voice laced with threat.

[rendomski]

Omega in the brig

Hunter and the rest of the Bad Batch in the last hours of their Frat Batch era are so clueless about kids that when they find Omega in the brig, they don’t even question why this sweet innocent child was put here, in the same cell with the grim and dangerous traitors. They just are like, “Oh, great, we found her, one less problem.”

I imagine that plenty of time passes before someone, most probably Echo, finally looks back at everything that happened to them after the end of the war and approaches Omega with the question: why exactly was she in the brig that day?

And by this point Omega grows cheeky enough to come up with something like, “Oh, for gambling!”

“What?”

“Yeah, I used to slip away from the lab and gamble with garrison troopers. Not that they could forbid me or anything. I was older than the majority of the clones, after all! Remember this guy who insulted me in the mess hall? He owed me thirty credits. Then the shocktroopers arrived, proclaimed that gambling was illegal from now on, and arrested me when I came down, asking if anyone was up for a rematch today. Urgh, hate the Empire!”

Echo painstakingly processes what he has just heard until Omega takes pity on him.

“Alright, alright, I made it all up! In truth, I sneaked into your barracks, and the shocktroopers arrested me there when they came to investigate your treason.”

“Oh great. It wasn’t gambling then, it was burglary,” Echo deadpans in response.

They both have a good laugh. And after that, Omega tells him how she just wanted to get to know her brothers better when she finally met them face-to-face.

[lifelaughloveharrystyles]

Ross Lynch: givemewhatuwant

*on tour with the driver era 2024*

“Y/N do you know where we are at?” Garrison calls from the back of the bus with all the boys.

The Driver Era has been on tour for about a month now, traveling all over the east coast showcasing their phenomenal songs that they made from scratch. I had the amazing opportunity to come on the tour as one of the equipment managers. This has been my biggest dream in my career, working at “The Doors Rock Shop”. It’s a well known instrument company in Atlanta Georgia where people would go to get a guitar and a crystal at the same time. I got this amazing job with touring The Driver Era with my cousin Poppy who is with us on tour as one of the tour photographers.

“Y/N!” Ryland shouts from the back. I look outside to see we are about to arrive to the venue in Asheville North Carolina. “we are about to pull up to the venue guys!” I said looking to the back of the bus and I see Ross in the hall with just pajamas pants on. “Word! i’m ready to stretch my legs and get out and move.” Ross said stretching his arms looking like he just woke up from a nap.

Ross and I have gotten really close on this tour. i’m normally not on their bus, i travel in a large van behind the bus with the crew. We haven’t stopped talking to each other whether it’s in person while im helping carry his beautiful gibson to him when he goes in for his solos or text. We make these jokes everytime I have to give his guitar to him in a show and I always make a bet with him about how many girls will scream “take your shirt off!”. Secretly I was jealous I couldn’t be those beautiful girls making him smile and shake his hips like that and pleading to take his shirt off for me. Having him as a friend is the best, I just know he could never like me that way. I’m his equipment manager, I lift speakers and drums for a living and he’s a fucking rockstar sex god. I mean look at his recent ex. like how can I compare to Jaz Sinclair. I have to be just a friend to protect myself from that energy.

Everyone ends up scattering across the venue to start their projects for the day. The show starts at 8 so I scramble around to the strings van to transfer the instruments to their spots on the stage so the boys can start soundchecking and tuning their guitars to the songs.

“Y/N why is it you’re always the one carrying the most stuff in the building when Greg is suppose to do that because of your knee.” Riker says from the green room where I walked in with a coffee for myself and him. “Riker i’m telling you Greg is so fucking slow I can’t bear watching him take 45 minutes to set up a guitar stand. I gotta get the shit done so I can actually enjoy myself for the day.” I express to him and i’m frazzled pinging from one corner of the stage to the other figuring out all the wires and amps so they can start their sound check.

“Y/N take a deep breath or a certain someone is going to come in here and see this and raise hell.” Riker laughed as he secretly points in the direction of Ross and Rocky’s green room. I roll my eyes and wave him off not believing a word he said.

Riker thinks he’s slick with trying to hook me up with Ross ever since we started the tour. i’ve seen the small hints of asking ross to come to me when he can’t find the setlist or where his extra picks are. Riker is basically our tour mom, he is making everyone smoothies and making sure everyone is hydrated before every show. Besides Ross, me and Riker have been attached to the hip.

“Shut up Riker before I grab a pair of scissors and cut your bass strings” I jokingly threaten him with a huge smile on my face.

“Oh God Riker what did you do to piss Y/N off again?” Ross said coming out of the side stage with a vintage baseball cap that says “i’m a local celebrity” with a white tee and baggy light washed denim pants. he slings his arm over my shoulder making us sway to the random song playing on the speakers. I look up to see him already looking down at me with that infamous smile he wears. “Nice Hat pretty boy.” i laughed and flicked the bill of the hat. “So which songs are we playing tonight? any newbies?” I smile back at him really hoping he’ll play one of my favorite songs at the show tonight. “Yes Y/N we are playing givemewhatuwant and Natural if that’s what you’re asking.” he chuckles and pulls away from me to pick up his guitar to start sound checking. I squeal and jump off the stage and start jogging to the doors to get the rest of the equipment “YES ROSS YOURE THE BEST” I scream at him and blow him a friendly kiss as I run out the door.

*Ross’ POV*

Y/N is the most precious and loving human I have ever met. she just brightens the room when she walks in. Whether it’s her bubbly personality or just her energy she radiates, it’s one of the reasons why I love having her close by. She makes me feel like life is worth living again. Heartbreak after heartbreak, I felt like love isn’t an option for me anymore. I have thousands of people falling at my feet but it never fills the void of feeling unloved. Hookups and one night stands can only do so much to the point even sex isn’t appealing to you anymore. Ever since Y/N walked into my life, it’s has taken a complete 180. I feel lighter. happier. I wake up excited for the day knowing I get to see and talk to the most beautiful woman I have ever met. She doesn’t compare to any girl I have ever been with or even seen. Befriending her was my first hit in the game and i’m ready for the home run. I want her to be mine. I need her to be my girl. I feel like I can’t live life without her by my side. she completes me in a way I have never felt before. I’m worried i’ll scare her away if I confess what i’ve been feeling inside. I just need to rip the bandaid and just go for it, be a man and express this to this wonderful girl.

*10 minutes before showtime*

*Y/N POV*

“what’s our bet tonight Ross?” I ask him walking up to the band. I just finished helping set up the stage for The Driver Era after Valé’s performance. She did amazing as she does every night. Tonight however the energy feels a bit off. Ross looks like he’s in his head about something and I just don’t know what. Everything went smoothly today and the crowd already has such a good vibe for the night, there’s nothing else to worry about. “Ross? You good?” I asked while rubbing his arm while he looks off in the distance.

“Yeah i’m good, just in my head a bit. Nothing to worry about, probably stage fright.” he has a fake smile plastered on his face to try and not worry me. I know him better than anyone that he is in his head about something and it’s definitely not stage fright.

“Do you need to talk before you go on? you are not good. you can try and fake smile at me but you know it’s not going to work. What’s going on in that head of yours?” I step forward to see his full face instead of the side and look up in those beautiful hazel brown eyes he adorns on his face. he sighs loudly and closes his eyes before opening them he says. “Y/N there’s been a lot of shit going on in my life and ever since I met you, it seems like everything disappeared when you walked in the room. You make me so happy and giddy to the point I get antsy when I don’t see you first thing in the morning. You light up my life and I know we only have known each other for a month but I feel it. My God I hope you feel it too so I don’t feel like the biggest idiot before this sold out show. I like you Y/N, I don’t want to wake up without you by my side. Please tell me you feel the same.” he pleads and grabs

my face in his hands and put his forehead to mine.

“Just shut up and kiss me Ross. I’ve been waiting way too long for you to say those words. I just need your lips on mine before you-“ he slams his lips on mine before I could sentence my sentence. I wrap my arms around his neck melting in his arms loving every second of this moment.

“Ross let’s go! you’ll have plenty of time to make out with Y/N after the show, come on!” Rocky shouts from the side stage making us break away from our heavy kiss. I smile and push him towards his brother. “Lucky for you i’m going to be in the pit with Poppy helping her take photos. I promise to get the best angles, I might sneak a couple just for my entertainment.” I smirk and he laughs and kisses my cheek and runs on stage right on his cue.

The boys are rocking out and came out full throttle. I’ve been helping poppy this show because one of the extra photographers called out and couldn’t make it. I can already feel the energy in this knowing it’s gonna be a great night. “ Y/N why has Ross been staring and smirking at you all night? Did he finally have the balls to do it?” She smirks at me side glancing to the stage. I look up and sure enough he’s staring at me with hooded eyes with his hair clinging to his sweaty forehead. He squats down to my level and curls his finger for me to come closer. I take a step towards him and he whispers “you are making it incredibly hard for me to stop this show and take you backstage to have my girl strip that skirt off so I can fuck that beautiful pussy.” he kisses my earlobe and pulls away before I could even react. my jaw drops and I step back and look at poppy and she’s busting out laughing at my reactions and hugs me and squeals in excitement. She always said from day one that Ross will end up falling over me. I brushed it out because of stupidity and insecurities. Now i’m like ‘fuck she’s right…. again’.

“That man is already planning the wedding in his brain and he hasn’t even gotten in your pants yet. I saw the kiss when I was setting up. “ She says while snapping pictures of the band while they play “Natural”. I get excited and dance and sing along. I decide to tease ross a bit, i shake my hips to the beat and drag my palms up my stomach making my shirt ride up a bit. He notices and bites his lip and tilts his hat down and looks at me with sultry eyes. I wink at him and flick him off. he smirks and proceeds to perform the rest of the song.

The show finally ended and the boys are celebrating in the green room with a couple of drinks. I finished my job for the night when I start searching for Ross to actually start my night. I feel hands wrap around my middle and I instantly melt when I smell fresh body wash and sandalwood. “Let’s go to the bus, I promise to keep my hands to myself” Ross mumbles kissing my neck with his hands roaming my hips pulling me closer to his warmth. I chuckle and turn my head to see his face and tease his lips with mine before I dart towards the direction of the bus. I hear his laughs behind me when I get up to the door to the bus.

he meets me inside and starts teasing my neck again guiding me to the back of the bus. He closes the sliding door and locks it in place. I arch my neck towards him in a way to let him know I want his lips on me. He starts sucking on my neck behind my ear. he kisses all the way to my lips and he slams his lips on mine. I moan and run my fingers through his hair and tug at the ends. He groans in my mouth and starts unzipping my corset like top. I gasp when I feel the cold air on my bare back. The shirts comes loose from my body and falls at our feet. “Beautiful” He whispers to himself when he see my breasts in full exposure. He starts peppering kisses all over my breasts and he cups his lips around my nipple and start sucking to drive me wild. I moan a sound that has never escaped from me before and I tug his face up to mine “Just fuck me already Ross. I need you so bad. Feel how wet I am” I whimper grabbing his hand and pressing it to my core. he rubs his fingertips against the sensitive nub and I moan loudly biting my lip. He shrugs his pants off and throws his shirt somewhere while I undress myself as fast as I can. “I wanted this to be slow and make this moment last as long as possible but I can’t bear anything anymore. I need to be inside you baby.” Ross said as he slips on a condom with a groan. He pushes the tip towards my entrance and I close my eyes waiting for the first push. “Look at me Y/N. I need to see your face” he pleads. I open my eyes the same time he enters me and I gasp at the size of him. He slowly thrusts in and out letting me get used to his size.

“Faster Baby. Fuck you feel so good” I scream as his pace picks up. he grabs my leg and throws it over his left shoulder slamming his hips into the back of my thighs. He presses a hand against my stomach and I moan feeling him deeper inside of me. “Fuck baby I can feel it. My god your pussy is perfect. You’re so tight, you were made for me” He groans fucking me harder making me slam a hand on the window beside me. “Ross i’m so close. please let me cum. fuck baby” I moan in his ear and drag my nails down his back. “Yes baby. Let go for me. Cum all over my cock. Make a mess of me. “ he slams his hips into mine as we both hit our climax at the same time. he thrusts slowly while we come from our highs. I breathe heavily and rest my head on the armrest of couch. Ross slowly lays his head on my breast letting some of his weight fall on me. I run my hand through his hair and just smile wanting this moment to never end.

“Whatcha thinking about beautiful?” he asked slowly pulling out making me wince. “Just realizing how did I get this lucky? I don’t deserve you.” my eyes start tearing up looking at his eyes and studying all of his features. “You don’t deserve me? You got it all wrong baby. You are the most beautiful human I have ever laid my eyes on. We are meant to be here in this moment for a reason and I know down the road we will look back at this time and just laugh and smile about all these memories we have made together. I want to make memories with you forever Y/N. l- I love you so fucking much I can’t hold it in anymore.” He rambles sitting up on the L shaped couch and pulling me to his chest. I breathe in his scent and close my eyes. “Ross, I love you so much it makes it hard for me to breathe. I’ll love you to the day I die.” I look up at him and he slams his lips on mine putting a hand over my heart to feel the thumps of my rapid heartbeat. Our lips move and he slips his tongue in and our tongues dance along together lazily.

We finally had the energy to get up after 30 minutes of lazy kisses and just appreciating the moment we just shared. Everyone comes back to the bus after the celebratory shots.

“So where did both of you guys run off too earlier?” Garrison asked slipping on a hoodie and a crochet bucket hat I made for him in Wisconsin. “I don’t kiss and tell but it was definitely fun for sure.” Ross winks and pulls me to sit on his lap.

“They fucked in the back of the bus. there’s a hand print on the window to prove it.” Ryland said smirking into his tequila soda. I roll my eyes and tap the bottom of his cup to make it spill all over his neck and shirt. “Y/N what the fuck dude!” he shouts snatching napkins from Riker. I laugh so hard I snort and then that makes everyone in the bus have a laughing fit. I lean my head back on ross’ shoulder and he kisses the top of my head whispering “I love you” in my ear. my eyes start drooping and I fall asleep on the love of my life and already can’t wait to wake up to experience this life with him.

[spaceaces00]

I know everyone writes Lance to be the one crushing during the Garrison

But I think it’d be so funny if Keith had the crush and absolutely panicked and pretended not to know him during the Shiro rescue. Gotta start this new era fresh and totallyyyy not know that one kid who kept up a rivalry but it was kinda fun and maybe cute 👀

[atlas7seo]

Everytime I think I'm free, Voltron comes and grabs me in a choke hold. So I'm dragging yall down with me. Here's season summaries of the Voltron Rewrite I'm working on that has taken over my life. I call it my Bootstrap AU which will make sense later.

Inhales* yes this happening...

Season 1 -Defenders of the Universe

Garrison student(Lance, Hunk, and Pidge), expelled student Keith, and Lieutenant Shirogane suddenly find themselves in an alien castle courtesy of a giant Blue Mechnical Lion. Upon arrival they stumble into a 10,000 year long war against an Alien Race called the Galra. Voltron, an ancient weapon, is the only way to stop them, however, no one knows where it is. Follow the Crew aboard the Altean ship as they attempt to get the ship operational, track down lions, and discover their destiny as fated Paladins of Voltron all in a fight against the Galra. Season 1 ends with the Paladins forming Voltron for the first time and becoming Defenders of the Universe

Season 2 - The Voltron Coalition

Now that Voltron has finally been found and formed, the Paladins and Alteans attempt to form allies and liberate planets. Follow our crew as they free planets, negotiate with rebel forces, and infiltrate Galra occupation. All the while searching for a mysterious Ulaz who rescued Shiro and Ulaz's mysterious organization. Season 2 ends with the Paladins meeting the Blade of Marmora and one of their leaders, Lotor, disgraced Prince of the Galra.

(Let's address the elephant in the room. Lotor. Okay, so when I was planning my rewrite, I realized that Lotor is both so compelling and so flat. So, instead, in my rewrite, Lotor is a disgraced prince (still like the original). He sees how the empire is hurting his people who are just civilians, and when he tries to reason with his father, he is disgraced. Lotor didn't make the Blade, but he allied with them in an attempt to return the Galra to what they once were. Lotor is somewhat selfish because if it was between Galran citizens or another planet, he'd pick his people. He only rebelled because he saw how his father was hurting his people. He doesn’t actually care about the universe, his people are what he values, but that changes with *character growth*)

(Also Pidge has found Matt by the end of this season)

Season 3 - The Galran Empire

Season 3 follows our crew and the Voltron Coalition as they formulate plans to end the war at its head. They will form an alliance and plan with the Blade and Lotor. This will be an all out attack on Zarkon including the allies in the Coalition. Half the season will be the plan in motion with multiple parts in an attempt to finally stem the problem at its root. The season ends with Shiro and Lotor dealing the final blow on Zarkon and a rogue wormhole begins to pull him through, but in Zarkon's rage drags Shiro with him.

Season 4 - A New Era

With the loss of Shiro fresh in their minds, Voltron struggles to find stability in this new era. First they realize that despite Zarkon being defeated, the Galra empire is still a threat so they must be able to form Voltron again. *Cue lion switches no matter how much I hate them... Now the Paladins will be allied with Lotor as he attempts to claim the Galran Throne. Throughout they will face Haggar, Robeasts, and the dying flames of the Galran empire. During this chaotic period, they will searching for Shiro and Sam Holt. The season ends with the Kral Zera where Lotor ascends the throne.

Season 5 - Fires of Purification

After facing defeat during the Kral Zera, one of Zarkon's top generals, Sendak begins to gather the remaining "loyal Galra" including Haggar to form the Fires of Purification. This season will continue the search for Shiro and Sam while also being stuck in a Galran Civil War. Voltron, Lotor, and the Coalition fight to stop Sendak from gaining control of the Universe. The season ends with Sendak offering a trade. Shiro and Sam for Lotor. (Like in the actual season 5 because I liked what it did for the story). Voltron and Lotor form a plan and rescue them as Sendak retreats with his tail between his legs.

Season 6 - Moving Foward

With the win against the Fires and the return of Shiro and Sam, it seems things are looking up, but something isn't quite right. With little fanfare Sam chooses to return to Earth to prepare them for the universe. This season is mostly made up of interpersonal conflicts and "what now". The universe is mostly free save for a few pockets of Galra uprising that the Coalition can handle relatively easily without Voltron. The Paladins face the problem of what they should do now and if they can even go back to how things were before the war. While also worrying about Sendak and the remnants of the Fires of Purification. Throughout this, Shiro is also acting really weird. Cut to the real Shiro, but on a Space Whale. (Yes I'm bringing back the weird time distortion whale) When Zarkon grabbed Shiro they landed on a space Whale. So Shiro is trying to survive and get back to Voltron by himself with only Zarkon's corpse as company. Shiro is the one who discovers the Altean Colony (in my rewrite, Haggar is the one running the colony) and he then discovers Haggar's plan to trick Voltron with a clone of him. It's a mystery thriller season switching between the Paladins and the real Shiro as he desperately attempts to get back to his crew to warn them before its too late. The season ends with Shiro warning them too late and Haggar's plan succeeds. Voltron is torn from their allies and catapulted across the universe along with a lost Romelle.

Season 7 - Dead Sector 73

(Ok before I continue the summary, I'm going to explain what I did with Earth. So Weblums eat dead planets in order to use that quintessence to make new solar systems and planets. In my rewrite, Earth's solar system and the space sector around it was a series of dead planets Weblums ate a long time ago and Earth is the first planet to begin exhibiting life in this previous dead sector. Earth is the first living planet in Dead Sector 73. Okay now onto the season summary.)

Sam returns to Earth and begins preparing them for the Galaxy. Back to the Paladins, Haggar has successfully removed Voltron from the equation and begins to rally allies to the Galra's previous motives and moves to retake the universe. Voltron finds themselves lost in Dead Sector 73, a section of the universe Weblums have already eaten and has begun the process of life. They realize they can't reach their allies through comms or anything. But they notice they are somewhat close to Earth. So they set off to reach Earth in the hopes of communicating with the Coalition. When they reach Earth, however, they find Sendak has taken over Earth as a last ditch attempt to get revenge on the Paladins for destroying the empire. And on top of that, that they have been missing for nearly a year. (Weird time distortion stuff like the space whale because of the dead space). They also discover that Sendak is the reason they can't use their comms as he's jamming all signals that travel outside the solar system. The season ends with them defeating Sendak and finally getting ahold of their allies.

(Now I'm going to do some more world building stuff. This is information previous seasons would originally have already told, but I'm putting it here. So the Blades have the motto "Knowledge or Death" and I want to use that somehow. So in my rewrite, the Blade sort of stole the philosophy from the ORIGINAL Galran empire. The war began not because of quintessence poisoning, but because the Galra believed Knowledge or Death. It was a disagreement on ethics and how far you should go in the pursuit of science and knowledge. This disagreement about how to handle the quintessence plane between Zarkon and Alfor sparked the initial conflict as Zarkon wanted to save his wife no matter what. However, due to millenia of exposure to quintessence it degraded Zarkon's mind to the point that he became the villain the show knows today)

Season 8 - Tomorrow and Yesterday

When Voltron and Earth finally reach the Galatic Stage, they discover Haggar has been reigning terror over the galaxy using the Alteans from the colony. While the Coalition and the Galra of Lotor's empire are holding ground, they are beginning to lose. This is when it's revealed that after Zarkon lost his mind to quintessence, Haggar was the one running the show. She must have progress, and now Alfor and the Alteans are no longer in the way for it. (Haggar is still Honerva and born Altean). This season focuses on defeating Haggar and freeing the Alteans from her brain washing. In the end, Honerva destroys all universes by attacking the quintessence plane in pursuit of "scientific knowledge." The Paladins kill Honerva but realize that everything is gone. This is when the Lions come to them. They reveal that sacrificing themselves can restore their universe. "Restore our universe? But what about all the others?" The Lions tell their Paladins that they in themselves are a Causal Loop. The Lions must be sacrificed to restore their universe, and sacrificing them in the quintessence plane it causes them to appear in the past as the materials that Alfor uses to create the Lions. The Lions are forever in a perpetual loop being created and destroyed to maintain the universe. However, each time they do this, they are sent back to another universe as well. It's a multiplying paradox. They are created and destroyed infinite times to restore everything Honerva destroyed. (I did this because I wanted to include the multiple universes the show had, but also, according to my rewrite, the original Voltron could also technically be canon somewhat. It just that in that universe. Allura sacrificed herself, causing the Lions to no longer go through the loop). When the Paladins return, they realize the quintessence plane is sealed off. No one in their universe can ever reach it again. The universe is saved, and the Paladins walk forward to tomorrow, knowing that yesterday is in good hands.

The End

Okay so that was a lot. I hope that if you reached the end of this, you enjoyed it. Do you think I improved it? Or maybe it's just as convoluted and bad as the original, but I tried my best to take all the ideas from Voltron and fit them coherently. Since these were just season summaries there's a lot of stuff I didn't include that I am including in my in depth rewrite like Keith being half Galra, and shipping and stuff. But this rewrite has been eating at my brain for two weeks so I had to put it somewhere.

The reason it's called the Bootstrap AU is obviously because of the Causal Time Loop. No real reason why I added it, I just thought it was fun and funky and shows how the Lions are things that the characters can never truly understand.

[vampirepersay]

The different eras of South Park: this is a short essay I wrote about how different seasons of south park can feel like a completely different show it's not super detailed but I had fun writing it. WC:940 CW: transphobia

I've always felt like different seasons of south park have there own distinctive different vibes so because why not here's in my opinion on the different eras of South Park

Classic south park seasons one

through three. If there's one way to describe these seasons it's tame at least in comparison to what the show would later become. Things that stick out about these seasons would be chef being a prominent character as well as being the boy's mentor in so many episodes. Kenny dying in every episode and so many iconic lines including but not limited to,

“Oh my god they killed Kenny!”

“You bastards!’

“Screw you guys, I'm going home.”

“Sweet”

And many many more, another thing that I feel is such classic south park is the boys behavior in these seasons despite going on wacky misadventures the boys still act their age and that makes the show so much more funny.

I know calling the movie the ending of this era and also saying season three is the ending of this era is contradictory because season 3 still had 12 episodes air after the movie released however they have the same vibe as episode that aired before the movie for the most part so I'm counting them, I will say the episode S3E10 Korn's Groovy Pirate Ghost Mystery has a noticeably darker sense of humor then the rest of the season however most Halloween episodes do tend to do that so it still counts as classic south park in my opinion even though it along with episodes 6 through 17 of season three are in this weird Gray area.

The golden era seasons

four through eight this is when south park was at its peak in my opinion, while classic south park has its charm and has so many episodes I love I believe the golden era took what was so good about classic south park and made it better they added so many classic characters during this time that are so weird to think about being added in so late into the series such as Timmy,Jimmy and even the goth kids. Another huge change happened to Cartman. I'm of course talking about the fact he went from a stupid spoiled kid to someone that would murder your parents and feed them to you over sixteen dollars and twelve cents.

And now into the reason for my major bias for these seasons Timmy I think Timmy was one of the best additions to south park he is such a fun character and he adds so much to the series that I love so much, make an episode focusing on Timmy and it will instantly becomes one of my favorite and this era had so many great Timmy episodes (S4E3 Timmy 2000,S4E13 Helen Keller! The Musical and so many more), another reason Timmy is such a great character is the fact if it wasn't for him we wouldn't have Jimmy.

The show also wasn't afraid to take risk during this time killing off Kenny for real (or it least for almost 2 seasons),

This led to the show introducing butters or rather taking him from a one note background character to everyone's favorite silly little guy. It's so weird to think about South park without butters in it since he would become such a prominent character after season 5.

As we reach the end of this era there starts to be a decline in quality resulting in episode that I personally can't stand such as (S8E2 ∙ Up the Down Steroid, and S8E4 You Got F'd in the A).

And now we reach the era defined by one “joke” that I can't express enough how much I hate I am of course talking about the transphobia era season 9 episode one to season 12 episode 5 if you are somehow reading this and don't know what I'm talking about in the season 9 premiere

Mr. Garrison's Fancy New Vagina, exactly what you think happens Garrison gets gender reassignment surgery and how do Matt and Trey tray portray this (not that I would expect them to do it in a respectful way in the first place). But these episodes focusing on Garrison can be summed up in one way: trans fem character is trans fem isn't that just hilarious (Matt and trey seem to think so at least).

that isn't to say all episodes in these seasons are bad there are actually some really good episodes that came out at in this era that I love S9E9

Marjorine,S9E12 Trapped in the Closet are just two examples.

Next we have what I would personally consider a south park Renaissance era of sorts while I 100% can understand why someone wouldn't like these seasons I however I love them if it isn't completely obvious from my blog I love the goth kid episode and this era includes the introduction of one of the most underrated minor characters in the series Vampir but that's besides the point. Episodes like

S12E14 The Ungroundable or S13E1

The Ring are hilarious.

As much I love these seasons unfortunately all good things must come to an end in this case the end came with something I don't think anyone would have expected south park to do have continuity between episode and that big change marked the most recent south park era seasons eighteen to season twenty-six (as of writing this). Modern South Park And confession time I haven't watched all of these episodes. I find a lot of episodes in this era boring so I tend to just stick to pre continuity episodes.

AN: I had a lot of fun writing this!

[agbpaints]

Solstice present from my friend- more machines for the CCAF dirty tricks brigade! Eat your heart out @house-liao-official.

The mech, as the package says, is a Gùn- a dark age era infantry support omni that looks like a fat locust and plays like a panther with an iron deficiency. Lots of weight savings tech has been used- an XL-gyro, endosteel structure, small cockpit, and with a frankly pitiful top speed of 86.4 kph and only a half ton more armor than a wasp the mech is devoting all of that to pod space, 10 tons of the stuff.

The prime mounts a plasma rifle with two tons of ammunition and a pair of ER medium lasers, the A packs a single Heavy PPC (making it afaik the lightest mech to mount a head chopper, along with the Stinger IIC 2 and Howler 3), and the B mounts an ER large laser and the most advanced electronics package the Capellans could muster in the form of an Angel ECM system, Bloodhound Active Probe, and TAG. As a direct combat mech, the thing is a miserable failure (most main guns will gut the thing down at the leg) but as a garrison mech to attach to CCAF augmented lanchs as a bipedal IFV for battle armor platoons it aquits itself well with a variety of capabilities.

The stands of bipedal battle armor are the Fa Shih medium suit. Intended as a mine warfare specialist, the Fa Shih found wide adoptance within the CCAF because its new magnetic clamp system allows it to latch onto and ride conventional battlemechs and vehicles without the specialized hard points most battle armor requires to ride omnimechs. The suit moves similarly to IS standard or Clan Elemental battle armor, capable of performing 90 meter jumps, however the armor and weapons capacity is quite lacking, with armor weak enough to fail when hit with a standard inner sphere large laser and only enough weight devoted to direct weapons for an anti-personnel mount and a small modular mount capable of accepting equipment such as a small laser, flamer, or light TAG. The Fa Shih does, however, come equipped with a pair of mine clearance gauntlets and an air launched FASCAM dispenser, which allow teams of Capellan combat engineers to quicky deploy and clear minefields as they move around the battlefield.

Finally, the quadruped armor is the Shen Long heavy suit, another post Jihad innovation. While the quad design does preclude the use of mech rides entirely for moving the Shen Long around the field, the armor does acquit itself reasonably in the speed department with a loping top speed of 43 kmph, while the armor is slightly thicker than that of a standard elemental suit. That armor is quite special too- the suit is equipped with a Mimetic Armor System that allows the Shen Long to blend into its surroundings when stationary and fool all but elite gunners even at close range.

Nearly all of the Shen Long's weapons are mounted in the a modular turret behind the head, with some common configurations including a quartet of david light gauss rifles or machine guns, an 4-tube SRM launcher, a 5-tube MRM launcher, and a pair of flamers supported by a battle armor-scale ECM suite. There's also a config I can only describe as a Sommerset Strikers homage which uses a pair of grenade launchers and a pop-up mine system to ape the weapons loads of the early Infiltrator mk 1 and Sloth battle armors. Where the Fa Shih is designed to prepare the field for battle, the Shen Long is designed to take and hold it for the Confederation, galloping into the fight alongside the rest of their augmented lance or melting into the terrain and waging a campaign of guerilla warfare.

[komohine]

Shitpost, and also here’s my headcanon Jaith timeline:

Note that i hc Keith to be a bit older than James, maybe like 3 months.

When they were really young (like, under 9 years old) James and Keith were playmates and were on pretty good terms and decently close. Keith was the shy reserved guy in kindergarten, James was extroverted and charismatic. Fast friends.

Keith’s dad dies when he’s 9ish years old. Keith does a complete 180 mental health wise and pushes everyone, including James, away from him. James, being so young, doesn’t know how to deal with this so, after a pretty long go at attempting to comfort Keith (ex. he would sit by him in daycare and sneak him XL candy bars because Keith had nobody to spend the summer with and because, according to James, “he’s making the whole place miserable”) he eventually resorts to being an asshole to try to get a reaction out of Keith (cue S7 flashbacks where James was… an ass to Keith). His bullying era lasts from middle school to the first year of Garrison cadet training. Then he kinda gets punched out of it lol.

James apologizes for making fun of his parents, I hc its a projection of his own insecurities because thats what ppl said to James since I hc James’ parents as rich and all. Rich, but they don’t gaf abt their son, and view him more as an embarrassment than their child. It’s why he was in some random ass daycare during the summer as a child.

With the help of Shiro, mostly, Keith starts to slowly recover (maybe 14 years old now). A puppy love, crushing situation arises between James and Keith. They never officially date, but it’s pretty clear to anyone paying attention that they’re more than just friends. In the beginning, Keith prob mistook his crush for hatred (hence, the attached image… lol….) but after confiding in Shiro he sorted that out. Secretly holding hands, waiting around corners to pass each other notes, Keith dragging James into possible trouble and James always being the one to get them out (Keith doesn’t care abt being caught but James sure does lol)…

Then Shiro “dies” when Keith is 17. Keith does another 180 in mental health and pushes everyone away again, despite James’ best efforts. He quickly spirals out of control and gets expelled from the Garrison. He leaves without another word to James. James had to find out through the rumour mill that Keith was expelled (he thought Keith just didn’t want to be bothered). Keith then proceeds to be completely untraceable, James prob thinks he’s dead. Keith then does canon Voltron stuff. James is absolutely wrecked by this because 1) the love of his life is possibly dead and 2) he made a promise to Shiro when he was younger that he’d take care of Keith and clearly he has failed.

6 years pass and Keith comes back. They’re both 24-25 ish now (i think?). Cue S7 prolonged eye contact and also the other scenes where James and Keith are together. All his life, Keith was just a bit taller than James. He was always smug abt that. But coming back after 6 years, he finds that now James’ is slightly taller than him.

Throughout these 6 years James has never once gotten over Keith. Neither did Keith, but yk. James is still hurt over the fact that Keith up and disappeared for 6 years, but eventually after many apologies and an actual “I love you” they get back together kiss and are happily ever after 💞

Bruh imagine reuniting with your long lost love after 6 years and then immediately being thrown back into war and nearly dying multiple times id actually lose it

[ruanbaijie]

During the Republican Era, Shen Zhiheng, a member of the Tianjin gentry who happened to be a vampire, offended the Japanese and became the target of an assassination attempt. He was saved by a blind young lady, Mi Lan, and his best friend Situ Weilian. When he went to repay Mi Lan for saving him, he discovered the terrible family situation that Mi Lan was in, and so began to pay more attention to her. Meanwhile, Shen Zhiheng’s plan to take revenge on Li Yingliang, the mastermind behind his assassination, fell short of success thanks to Li Yingliang’s Japanese superior, raising suspicions about his identity. Since then, Li Yingliang and the Japanese were in hot pursuit of Shen Zhiheng, determined to dig out the truth about his secret.

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Mi Lan stood on a wooden stool as she leaned against the wall at the back of the Shen mansion, revealing a pair of eyes that looked at the outside.

Beyond the wall was a small street. There was an endless stream of pedestrians on the street, and it was a little busy, like a large world that had been condensed into a small bonsai. Mi Lan loved this form of “looking” that was half-peeping. She could look for a good half of the day without getting tired and without a sound. She would simply look without any expression, as if she were a bystander that had descended from the heavens, using cold eyes to look at the world.

When the sun shined on her until she started sweating, she finally jumped off the stool and turned around to walk towards the long corridor on the lawn. In the long corridor was a lounge chair, atop which Shen Zhiheng lay, with a neat stack of used paper placed on top of his abdomen. He looked at them one by one. Mi Lan bent down beside him, lifting the loose strands of hair beside her ear as she glanced at him curiously.

“Is this a book?” she asked.

Shen Zhiheng replied, “It’s not a book, these are documents.”

Mi Lan had already learned how to read illustrated magazines, and she could understand a portion of the explanatory text in illustrated magazines. But when it came to proper books, she could not understand them. Documents were neither books nor illustrated magazines, and so, she asked again, “Are documents interesting?”

Shen Zhiheng smiled, “To be honest, I stole these from your Li-shushu’s office. They’re all written in Japanese and I don’t really understand them. In the afternoon, I’ll find an interpreter to come and have a look, and then I’ll know if they’re interesting or not.”

“Why did you steal them? Is it to take revenge on Li-shushu?”

Shen Zhiheng nodded at her, “Yeah!”

Then, he added on, “But stealing is not right. Don’t learn from me.”

Mi Lan squatted down, using her skirt to cover her knee. She smiled and gazed at the lawn, “I’m not a young child, I know.”

Upon saying that, she glanced at him again. He had just bent his body and sat up, one hand collecting the documents on his thigh while the other holding a piece of paper, looking at it leisurely with lowered eyes. With his straight thick black eyebrows and beautiful slender lips, he had quite an elegant air about him.

Mi Lan thought that he was very beautiful, and when she looked at him, her icy eyes would thaw and her expressions would become fluid. She would even have a slight smile fixed on her face, as if he was so beautiful he could move hearts and souls.

On the second day after Shen Zhiheng had received the documents, the first three parts of these documents were published in the newspapers.

The contents of the documents touched upon several confidential pieces of information and plots of the Japanese North China Garrison, as well as two plans of the secret service. The moment the newspaper was published, there was a huge public outcry, and the English and French newspapers immediately republished the news. On the third day, again, new contents of the documents were leaked out, and the second the newspapers hit the market early in the morning, they were completely sold out.

On the evening of the third night, Shen Zhiheng brought a roll of newspaper and went to see Li Yingliang.

Locked in the empty room, isolated from the world, and left hungry and starving for three days, Li Yingliang had sunk into despair, believing that Shen Zhiheng intended for him to starve to death in that place. So, when the little door opened and Shen Zhiheng walked in, he automatically lunged towards him with a whoosh.

Then, he hugged Shen Zhiheng’s thigh tightly, as if he wanted to breathe the same fate as this thigh, if it wanted to go, he would go together with it, if it wanted to stay, he would stay together with it. Shen Zhiheng locked the small door, passing that roll of newspaper clasped under his arm down to him.

“Want to have a look?”

What mind did Li Yingliang have to read the newspaper now? Hugging the thigh as if he was hugging a big tree, he only glanced at the newspaper from the corner of his eye, and after that glance, he realised that something was wrong.

Without letting up, he hugged the thigh with one hand and took the newspaper with the other. Shaking the newspaper open with one hand, he read the headline of the one right on top. After reading it, he threw it aside, and then looked at the next. After scanning through the roll of newspapers, he looked up, glaring. 

“You did this?”

Shen Zhiheng lowered his head and looked at him, “Yes. I went to your office and house and walked around. Besides these documents, I also took your bank book. How is it that your entire net worth is only one hundred and eighty thousand dollars in the Yokohama Specie Bank?”

He patted Li Yingliang’s head. “I had originally planned to withdraw some money and give it to you. If you could survive and escape, you could have taken the cash and just roamed far and wide. It’s a pity that your account has already been frozen. So, the biggest problem now is not what I will do to you, it’s what the Japanese will think about you given that the secret documents have leaked from your hands and into the press.”

He told Li Yingliang, “Your future is already destroyed. Even if I don’t kill you, the Japanese will.”

Li Yingliang stared at him in a daze. “Are you saying that I have absolutely nothing now?”

He shoved Shen Zhiheng away forcefully, and with both hands clutching his thighs, he knelt on the floor with his back arched, panting with deep gasps. But even panting like that did not work, he felt his vision going blurry and his heart was no longer beating. The last bit of water in his body became cold, sticky sweat, seeping out of the sweat glands throughout his body like an explosion.

He had absolutely nothing!

He had worked hard for so many years for nothing.

He was still alive, but he could feel death crushing him inch by inch, crushing him till his liver and cuts were torn to pieces [1] and his bones were broken. Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly glimpsed Shen Zhiheng’s feet walking towards the door. He frantically lunged over again, “Take me, take me together–”

He was late by a step, falling flat onto his face as he watched the small door close before his eyes once again.

Shen Zhiheng locked this small iron door.

Once the small iron door was closed, it blocked out not only light, but also sound. Outside the door was an iron staircase that went straight up to the upper level. The upper level was a warehouse which was located in the pier near the Hai River [2] . The previous year, Shen Zhiheng had dabbled in a transportation business with a partner and had rented this warehouse to store goods. After that business had come to an end, the warehouse and the small underground room beneath the warehouse had become empty - it would not have been empty for long; at the end of the next month, the rental term would come to an end.

Before returning the lease of the warehouse, he would first take care of Li Yingliang’s corpse. At one point, he had wanted to kill this jerk directly, but when it came to it, when he faced that pair of red eyes very much like a trapped animal’s, he did not know how to go about doing it. Li Yingliang was different from all his enemies. Shen Zhiheng always felt that this person was overly emotional, pouring out such overwhelming emotions by himself, either hating him to death or fearing him to death, or “admiring him for a long time”.

Originally, Shen Zhiheng did not want to fight with such a neurotic enemy too seriously. However, Li Yingliang seemed to be an omen for him. This person was clearly of average ability, yet, due to many unforeseen causes, could always harm him nearly to the point of death. Even if he did not kill him, he had to cause his little benefactor to become a vampire, and had to turn his close friend into a stranger.

The sky was already completely dark. Shen Zhiheng left the warehouse and as the summer night wind blew, he walked towards the road outside the pier. The warehouse was surrounded by more warehouses, and the surroundings were filled with dark shadows. In the distance was the sound of waves splashing onto the shore, splashing lazily and carelessly. Forgetting about Li Yingliang, he thought about Mi Lan instead – there was nothing much to think about Mi Lan, she was like an upright stem of narcissus, contently living in his house. She really lived like a flower, neither speaking much nor asking for much. Perhaps, when she grew a little older, she would become more troublesome, but just what trouble she would bring, he currently could not imagine. He had been a single bachelor for too long and could no longer really understand how young ladies passed their days.

At this moment, a hand lightly tapped on his shoulder.

His senses had always been sharp, and wherever he was, he seemed to always be in control, so now, this hand that had suddenly descended from the heavens came as a sudden shock. He might have been shocked, but he did not even shiver once, but ground to a halt instead and turned his head around.

Turning his head, he nearly shared a kiss with Situ Weilian. Situ Weilian planted his face right before his eyes, and gave him a wide smile, “Da-ge, I’ve finally caught you!”

Shen Zhiheng hid to one side. “What do you want from me?”

Situ Weilian raised his arm and wrapped it around his shoulders, affectionately pulling him along as he walked forward, “Can’t I come and find you even if there’s nothing up? Are you really estranged from me?”

Shen Zhiheng ignored him.

Situ Weilian was silent for half a minute. Then, he suddenly said, “I know! Originally, I was so precious to you because you had no other family. Now that you have Mi Lan, you don’t need me anymore, isn’t it? It just happens that Mi Lan is also a lady, it just happens that she also likes you very much. After two years, the two of you will get married and might even have a few young children!”

As he had expected, Shen Zhiheng was now so agitated that he had to open his mouth, “Are you insulting me or insulting Mi Lan?”

“I’m only being honest, don’t tell me that isn’t the case? It’s precisely because of this that you have severed ties with me. You don’t need me anymore.”

Shen Zhiheng walked forward slowly, asking, “Do you not have any more money?”

Situ Weilian looked at him suddenly - as soon as he turned to the front, he exhaled a breath, “Yes, I don’t have any more money, I’m here to blackmail you.”

“How much do you want?”

“One hundred thousand!”

Wanting to see how Shen Zhiheng would reply, Situ Weilian blurted an exorbitant amount. Unexpectedly, Shen Zhiheng nodded without any hesitation, “Okay.”

As soon as he heard that “okay”, Situ Weilian’s face practically became black on the spot.

He really did not understand just how Shen Zhiheng could always be so heartless. He needed Shen Zhiheng, just like how Shen Zhiheng also needed him. The two of them shared a cooperation that was equal and reciprocative, and for the past three years, he had always been dedicated and responsible to Shen Zhiheng, he had not let him down!

Letting go of Shen Zhiheng’s shoulder, his voice became colder, “Then when are you going to give me the money?”

“Tomorrow afternoon, I’ll send someone to pass you the cheque at your apartment. You just have to wait.”

“Who knows if you’ll trick me with a dishonoured cheque.”

“I won’t go so far as to do this kind of thing.”

Situ Weilian was at a loss for words, but he was still unwilling to just let him go, and so he said, “I want a promissory note.”

“Okay.”

“I want two hundred thousand!”

“Okay.”

“I’ve changed my mind. I want all of your property. Tomorrow, tell your lawyer to prepare the documents and transfer all that can be transferred to me. Then, you can scram out of Tianjin yourself!”

Shen Zhiheng ignored him and just walked. Situ Weilian followed closely behind him, unable to decipher his thoughts. The two of them walked to the roadside, and Shen Zhiheng stopped in front of his car, turning around to face him, “Is Situ He also one of your servants?”

Situ He was Situ Weilian’s adoptive father. In human years, Situ Weilian had already lived for a fairly long time. Counting back seven or eight years, when Situ He had adopted Situ Weilian, Situ Weilian should not have appeared too different from what he looked like now, and would definitely have not been just a child in his teens.

If he had never really adopted an older boy, then there was definitely something suspicious at play. Situ Weilian shook his head without hesitation, “He’s not. He doesn’t have the qualifications.”

Shen Zhiheng looked at him suspiciously.

Situ Weilian stuffed both of his hands into the pockets of his pants, lowering his head and kicking a stone on the road.

“Actually, I’ve also always been looking for you, but I just couldn’t find you. I returned to the north, thinking that perhaps one day, you would think of home. Besides, I didn’t have anywhere else to go either, and might as well just stay and wait for a while and try my luck. But I can’t survive by myself, and I don’t know what’s wrong with me, in any case, I often can’t understand how humans think. I always offend people, and there are a lot of things that I don’t understand… I need someone to take care of me, I need to spend money, I need–a lot of things.”

At this point, he shot Shen Zhiheng a smile, “Originally, you should be the one doing all of these things for me.”

Shen Zhiheng also smiled, “Mm.”

“So, I caught Situ He in the spur of the moment… in any case it was a matter of coercion and enticement…” He seemed a little embarrassed, lowering his voice, “I just needed an identity, needed somewhere to have a foothold. Ever since I got to know you, I’ve never disturbed Old Man Situ, and have never spent the Situ family’s money.”

Shen Zhiheng nodded, “I understand.”

Situ Weilian gazed at him eagerly, “Then, do you forgive me?”

Shen Zhiheng opened the door and got into the car, slamming the door shut. “No.”

Then he started the car and drove off, leaving Situ Weilian in the dust.

Having decisively cut the Gordian knot tonight, Shen Zhiheng felt somewhat happy and satisfied. After that night, when he descended the stairs and entered the parlour, full of energy, he saw Mi Lan listening to the radio, and asked casually, “Have you had your breakfast?”

Mi Lan lifted her head and looked at him with a soft smile, “Yes.”

Seeing her squatting beside the radio and listening quite enthusiastically, he asked, “What news is there?”

Mi Lan’s smile became vacant. “It seems like war is going to break out.”

Shen Zhiheng stopped in his path. “War?”

“The broadcast said that the Japanese army is having drills at Lugou Bridge [3] and fired at Wanping County at night.”

When he heard this, Shen Zhiheng still did not take it seriously. It was only when he went out later that morning that he realised the severity of the situation. At noon, he sat at home making numerous phone calls. Mi Lan sat aside and listened, and got quite some information - the students in Tianjin city were organising a field service corps with the intention of going to the frontline to save the wounded. So, Shen Zhiheng forked out some money and bought a batch of Western medicine to support this field service corps. His behaviour was not unique, there were many people like him who donated or volunteered their strength. Indignation and stirred up emotions were spreading throughout even the concession zone.

As she listened, panic grew in Mi Lan’s heart, but she did not know what she was panicking about. She suddenly thought of a person, and asked Shen Zhiheng, “If the Japanese devils win, will Li-shushu come and trouble us again?”

Shen Zhiheng replied, “He no longer has the chance.”

Mi Lan heard someone shouting in the distance, and asked, “Can I go out and see?”

Shen Zhiheng immediately rejected her, “No. You stay here at home. As long as you’re safe, I won’t have to worry.”

He patted her head and thought of Situ Weilian. In the afternoon, he still had to send someone to give Situ Weilian money.

The person he sent ended up being greeted by a locked door at Situ Weilian’s apartment. This was because Situ Weilian had already forgotten completely about the money and was currently trying to find Jin Jingxue.

At noon, seeing everyone panicking, he had wanted to be the brave companion by Jin Jingxue’s side. Little did he know that as soon as he had arrived at the Jin mansion, he had learned that the second young mistress had left early that morning without saying what for, and had yet to return till now.

However, Jin Jingxue had always gotten out of bed at noon, and had never before left the house early in the morning.

Putting aside for now how Situ Weilian was now running around everywhere, Jin Jingxue had been reading the newspapers for a few days, and she had always been unable to contact Li Yingliang. Panic had filled her heart such that it was like a burning fire, worrying that he had been killed by the Japanese or that he had been killed by the Chinese. After staying up for the whole night last night, she felt that if she were to continue waiting stupidly at home like that, she would become mentally ill, and so she steeled herself and ran out of home.

She first went to the Japanese concession zone. To enter the Japanese concession zone at this point of time required some courage, but the ignorant are fearless. With her head held high, she headed directly to Li Yingliang’s house. The main door of that little house of Li Yingliang’s was open. As soon as she set one foot in, she saw a man standing on the steps in front of the house. That man had his hands behind his back and appeared to be strolling back and forth. Hearing sounds approaching, he looked up at her, and was evidently startled.

As a young lady of a wealthy family since birth and naturally full of confidence, Jin Jingxue dared to talk to anyone, “Who are you? What are you doing at Li Yingliang’s house? Where is Li Yingliang?”

That man replied, “I’m also here to find him. Don’t you know? He’s missing.”

Hearing his accent, Jin Jingxue froze, becoming suspicious. “You’re… Japanese?”

That man replied, “My humble surname is Yokoyama, Yokoyama Akira. I’m Li Yingliang’s boss. Would this young lady grace me with her fine name? [4] ”

“I’m Jin Jingxue.”

Yokoyama Akira had really heard of Jin Jingxue before. He had forgotten where he had heard it, in any case, he had wanted to meet her for a long time, and now that he was seeing her in person - even though Jin Jingxue had not slept for a night and her messy, curly hair was stuffed into her hat - he thought that she lived up to her reputation and was indeed a haughty great beauty.

“Oh, an honour, an honour–”

Before he could continue honouring, Jin Jingxue had already opened her mouth, “I’ve heard people say that Li Yingliang is not actually a Chinese traitor, but a spy who had gone undercover among your subordinates in order to steal your secret documents. Now that he’s missing, it’s actually because he has fallen into your hands and you have killed him in secret, isn’t it?”

Hearing this, Yokoyama Akira was instantly indignant. “Ridiculous, we are also looking for him.”

“You really didn’t kill him? Liars will get struck by lightning!”

Yokoyama Akira thought it felt like she was cursing him. To prove that he was not enamoured by female beauty, he started scolding honestly and with no holds barred, “You great beauty, you’re truly too crude!”

Seeing how he was fretting so much that his countenance was awful, just based on her intuition, Jin Jingxue actually believed him a little.

Yokoyama Akira asked, “What relationship do you have with Li Yingliang?”

“My father is his adoptive father, he’s my adoptive brother. Why?”

Yokoyama Akira was not asking about this. He knew about the relationship between Li Yingliang and the Jin family. But based on his observations, Li Yingliang bore no feelings for the Jin family, but Jin Jingxue evidently cared a lot for Li Yingliang.

He first suspected that Li Yingliang was hiding the truth from him, but he immediately shook his head - it was not possible, this was not something that was worth hiding, besides, General Jin was also close to the Japanese.

Then the other possibility, was that the beautiful Jin Jingxue bore an unrequited love for Li Yingliang.

This conjecture made more sense. Yokoyama Akira always thought that Li Yingliang was quite handsome, was not considerably old in age, and was compatible with the great beauty Jin Jingxue. But, then again, while the beauty was the falling flower that bore love in her heart, Li Yingliang was the flowing stream that bore no feelings. Then…

Yokoyama Akira was also someone who once had youth, especially when he was younger and full of love, harbouring crushes everywhere. He understood the actions and thoughts as a result of one-sided love the most. If Jin Jingxue had fallen in love with Li Yingliang, then her entire heart was filled with him and could not let go even if she wanted to. If Li Yingliang had been exhibiting any odd behaviour, others might not have noticed, but it might had already long caught her eye.

So, trying to soften his face, Li Yingliang sighed at Jin Jingxue, his face becoming melancholic, “To be honest, Yiliang-kun is my most loyal subordinate. Now, everyone is saying that Li Yingliang tricked me, but I’ve never been willing to believe it. Based on my understanding of Yingliang-kun, perhaps he has met with something unexpected, and can neither show his face nor make a sound. And as his boss and friend, I really want to find him and save him. Firstly, it’s for his life and future, secondly, it’s for my own reputation. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

After hearing this, Jin Jingxue was so scared her hairs were standing. When she opened her mouth to speak again, her voice actually held a hint of a sob, “What could have happened to Liang-gege? If he made any enemies, he made them because of you Japanese, you are the ones who forced him to do bad things, that’s why he offended people everywhere. Now that he has gotten into trouble, you can’t not care about him!”

Yokoyama Akira turned his body and extended an arm into the house. “Young Mistress Jin, please come in and have a seat, I have some questions I want to ask you. Perhaps, as you understand Yingliang-kun better, you can help me find him.”

Jin Jingxue immediately stepped into the house and had a chat with Yokoyama Akira. She did not hide anything she knew, but it was a pity that what she knew was limited, and so after exchanging only a few lines, she had run out of things to say.

Yokoyama Akira listened attentively, waiting for her to finish speaking before he asked, “Are you saying that he once wanted to find Shen Zhiheng through Situ Weilian?”

Jin Jingxue looked at Yokoyama Akira. After looking for three seconds, she suddenly slapped her thigh forcefully. “Aiyo, how am I so silly? How could I have forgotten Shen Zhiheng? He’s so terrified of Shen Zhiheng, it’s definitely because Shen Zhiheng has threatened him. He has disappeared without any rhyme or reason, it must be because Shen Zhiheng has kidnapped him!” She stood up, “I am going to find Shen Zhiheng, in the worst case, I will fork out money and buy him back!”

Yokoyama Akira hurriedly stood up and blocked her, “No, don’t act carelessly, you don’t know his background.”

“How can I not know? He has influence, but our Jin family is not one of freeloaders that sponge off others!”

Yokoyama Akira never knew that this great beauty had such a fiery temper and a robust gait, leaving when she wanted to, and already stepping out of the yard with a few big steps. When he caught up with her, she had already stepped out of the main gate, gotten into the car, and left.

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肝肠寸断 (gān cháng cùn duàn)’s literal meaning is as translated, but it figuratively means to be grief-stricken or heartbroken.

The river connecting Beijing to Tianjin.

卢沟桥 (lú gōu qiáo), Lugou Bridge or Marco Polo Bridge is a stone bridge located 15 km southwest of Beijing's city centre in the Fengtai District. It was where the Marco Polo Bridge Incident happened from 7-9 July 1937, which triggered the Second Sino-Japanese War.

Basically, he asked for her name in a very polite and very formal manner in Chinese so I was trying to also make it sound very polite and very formal in English.

[discordiansamba]

The people of the Shirogane clan do not live long.

Centuries ago, they thought it was due to a curse- a natural thing to think, given their line of work. But in the modern era, they understood it was actually due to a hereditary disease that ravaged members of their main and branch families alike. Either way, the result was the same- most of those in the Shirogane family die before they turn fifty.

Shiro's grandmother, the head of their clan, is an exception.

His parents were not- and neither is Shiro. He knew from an early age that he was doomed to see the same early grave as the rest of his family. He's not afraid of death- he's more afraid of dying without ever making a mark on this world instead. He's born with the stars in his head, always looking up.

He tells his grandmother he does not want to become an exorcist. He wants to be a pilot. He wants to go to space, defying the odds just like those on the Calypso mission did. He knows that there are many in his clan who do not want to let him do this. They talk about his natural talent, his affinity for his clan's work.

His grandmother just smiles and tells him he is free to do as he wishes.

Shiro enrolls in the Galaxy Garrison the following month.

(But his past follows him anyways.)

[mimiri22-6]

Ok guys, I'm gonna say something controversial so buckle up

Adam = Keith

Shiro = Lance

I take no criticism but I will take comments and questions.

I spent an actual hour writing in the tags. Holy shit I did Not mean for that to happen O_O

I can connect SO many parallels between Lance and Shiro, but I can't connect that many parallels between Shiro and Keith. Personality wize. Sorry, I just really wanted to make this because holy shit idk how it happened but I could have sworn this was universal and then they killed Adam and then everyone started making Adam the jokester between him and Shiro. Like, with what little screentime Adam got I could have sworn, I don't think he smiles. Like, that is not the Lance parallel between klance and shadam (i don't remember their ship name) this is just how it is. I could have sworn Shiro was the type of leader/person that could crack a joke, a dad joke, and lift the crew's spirits just by entering the room. Keith had to pull his own teeth to even get a motivating speech out. Yes yes it was his first time leading, but who was leading Keith through his blind anger episodes? Lance. The right hand man. The leader behind the leader. Lance was the Leader in the first fucking episode at the Garrison!!

☝️AND another point I just remembered, Shiro was the heart of the team before he 'died' he was the bridge for Keith, Pidge and Allura into the team. After he's gone, Lance is the bridge for the Entire team. The glue. The Heart of Voltron. He has a connection with every crew member. Maybe the least with Allura but he was constantly ready to be open with her. His door was open to her to have deeper conversations as shown in that one scene where she identifies his bayard as an altean broadsword. Keith? He left the team for a really long time, especially on his end. 'Keith what is Pidge's favorite band/food/color???'😳🤨🤔🤷 There's a reason there are So many fanfics of Lance leaving/getting kidnapped/dying and the crew falling apart. Sometimes not to the point of total collapse but enough for a noticeable strain stiffness and loose seams.

Like when Shiro vanished.

*sigh* this post started because i remembered the era of black paladin Lance and come across a tiktok along the lines of 'lancestans: he should have been the black paladin. hes a punching bag for the creators. hes a sad boi. he had so much set up. ect. (so on and so forth. I forget the rest) *cut to shiro* what about him, the real tortured, punching bag for the writers?' and I gotta be honest, that tiktok set this whole thang off.

I could go On and On And On! I have so many more examples, but I don't have the time for a 30pg essay rn. PLEASE ask me about my Lance and Shiro parallels/black paladin Lance reasonings! I wanna ramble about my boi touching the stars! 🤩

(also I get it w Keith, sometimes a leader is someone that learns to be one before they even want to be one, but also 1)Lance has wanted this forever 2)Lance is already close with everyone, he's an extrovert(not that introverts can't be leaders, I'm an introvert and I know all about introvert leaders) 3)Lance and Shiro get hurt the most, but still have that calming effect, wether you wanna admit it or not, Lance has those vibes)