#havent handwritten anything like that in years i think my arm would just fall off

[oxyfem]

'🥺 can we go back to when people would send handwritten letters to each other and-' you can if you want. i would rather kill myself then handwrite a letter. goodbye.

[queendeanofpie]

Kallura month 10

Yoooo I havent even published this on Wattpad yet. You guys are the first to see this! Hope you guys enjoy it!

Kallura month # 20

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Keith sighed looking up at cork board layed out in front of him. Different newspaper clippings drawings handwritten notes and photos were layed out cross a regional map.

Red string connected them all together in one way or another. Keith shook his head before sitting down in his sofa chair.

"Might as well see whats on Tv."

He turned it on and immediately was met with a news bullitan. A video feed of a comet or asteroid something caught his attention

"Watch tonight as a rare occurrence unfolds for millions watching. One of the only largest meteors on record predicted to survive impact on earth. Scientists are calling it a huge break through in the study of space. Jonus where can we expect this to hit?" She turned and the feed switched to show an older man with brown graying hair.

"Well Ellen you'd think it would hit in the middle of some uninhabited land but this isnt the case. The meteor is determined to hit in the middle of the Arizona desert just 50 miles from a small town"

Keith tuned out everything instantly. He jumped up running to his cork board eyes scanning across the papers until he found it.

"They predicted something happening tonight" he whispered his eyes going wide.

He ripped the paper off and grabbed his jacket and his knife shoving it in the sheath on his belt.

He had to get to that meteor.

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She sat up looking around the cockpit. It hit her what happened and Allura screamed hitting the dash with her fists as a sob flew from her.

"Father why?" She whispered.

Her grief was interrupted, however, when a growl came from the lion. She jumped back startled before relaxing.

"Take me back! I want to go back!" She yelled tears falling like the rain from her eyes.

The lion growled back a reply and she collapsed onto the dash crying. There was dead silence for a moment and then the lion got up.

It started to walk off and Allura almost fell on to the floor. It purred gently and Allura felt her shoulders slump

"He's really gone isn't he?" She whispered. There was a responding whine and Allura could feel her grief mirroring the lions.

She sighed going quiet and lay in the seat curled onto her side, fat tears still rolling down her cheeks.. There was a few moments of silence before she spoke up.

"Where are we going?" She croaked The lion growled softly and Allura nodded

"Do you know what planet we're on?" She asked

The lion growled again and Allura felt the curiosity in her spark.

"I-I've never been here" she mumbled perhaps she could find a way to get away from here and try to find the other lions.

She watched as darkness over took her the Lion walking into a cave. It purred again gently the sound of it motherly and commanding and Allura nodded too tired to put up a fight.

She slowly lay down the adrenaline from the crash and her crying finally getting to her. The last thing she saw was the glowing outline of the dash and then it was dark.

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Keith slowed his hover bike down seeing the crash site just ahead of him. It was empty and Keith raised an eyebrow in shock at seeing large foot prints leading away from the sight.

"I don't think a meteor walks off" he said eyes following the foot prints. He moved his bike over the tracks the breeze from it blowing away any trace of tracks.

This was the best clue he had to finding his mother in years. He wasn't about to let some inexperienced feds ruin his chances.

He slowly followed the tracks erasing them as he went. Before locked he to rocky ground and the tracks disappeared.

He groaned in frustration taking off his hat and running a hand through his hair

"What am I gonna do now" he muttered

He sighed starting the bike back up before he realized there was a cave there. He raised his eyebrows.

The cave looked big enough that whatever walked away from that crash could fit easily.

It was worth a shot he decided putting back on his hat and and moving his bike where it couldn't be seen.

He stood in the enterence of the cave studying it before cautiously walking in. It was dark and Keith fished out a flashlight from his belt

He pressed forward His hand instinctively rested on his knife sheath ready to pull it out at a moments notice.

"Hello?" He called out hellos echoing around the cave bouncing from wall to wall.

He took a small step forward swinging the flashlight around to look. There was a crack and he looked down terror flashing in his eyes.

He started screaming as the ground beneath him cracked sending his falling down. He hit the hard sloped surface and started to slide down it. He lifted his hands to shield him from the spray of water as he slid down.

He suddenly felt the ground beneath him disappear. Keith felt all gravity vanish for a second before he yelled as he plummeted down once again.

He hit a small pool of water, It splashing him soaking his hair. He growled grabbing his hat and frowning.

"Darnit, This is my favorite hat" He sighed he put it back on after attempting to shake out some of the water. He looked up and immediately his eyes widened.

In front of him was a huge lion filling the huge cavern he had fallen into. A glowing sphere of blue webbed light surrounded it and Keith assumed it was a force field.

It was strange but Keith couldn't help but feel a shiver fall down his spine. There was something off about the lion but Keith didn't know what.

He suddenly jumped hearing voices. He cursed running up the tunnel and stopped seeing the small pond he came from.

"Darnit! I can't get back up that way" He huffed He crossed his arms tapping his feet as he tried to think of a solution.

"Hello? Is someone here? Is that your vehicle out front?" A voice suddenly called down where he was. Keith winced shielding himself from the bright light shining in his face

"Yeah! Can you stop shining that thing in my face" He yelled up The light dissapeared and Keith scowled looking up at where he fell from.

"Sir can I ask what your doing down there?" The agent asked

"I'm an archaeologist I was here studying the drawings in this cave and the ones around it when I fell" Keith answered dryly

"Do you need any  help? are you injured in any way?" The man asked frowning

"No I'm fine I've been studying these caves since I graduated a year ago I know every inch of these caves, But thank you though" Keith rolled his eyes

"Have you seen any strange phenomena lately?" The man continued raising an eyebrow and narrowing his eyes

Keith instantly thought of the Lion. That was his only ticket to finding out what happened to make his mother leave, he wasn't letting it get found out.

"No other than that meteor crashing somewhere out in the desert, Pretty wild huh?" He asked faking a smile

"Certainly, Thank you for your time, We saw the vehicle and wanted to make sure you were okay" The agent replied sighing as he left.

Keith nodded still faking a smile and waved. The light dissapeared along with the agent and Keith waited until he was sure they were gone before letting out a deep breath.

He slowly walked back to where the lion was only to find the force field was gone. He raised an eyebrow curiously walking up.

"That's weird I wonder why it-" Keith was cut off as someone suddenly pressed a staff against his throat locking him in a headlock

"What do you want?" a voice growled in ear. Keith struggled gritting his teeth and trying to pull off the staff but it didnt budge. They pulled it closer and he growled out in frustration

"My name's Keith! I'm not trying to hurt you!" He yelled

"How am I supposed to believe that" He growled in frustration still trying to wiggle free.

"Look! Those guys up there could have found you but I let them think there was nothing here but me! I just want to find my mom!" He finally yelled before he froze eyes widening

The grip loosened and Keith was still processing what he said. He hadn't meant to yell that out.

"Why are you searching for your mother here?" Asked the voice carefully

"Because . . . ." Keith looked down squeezing his eyes shut "My mom is an alien and I'm looking for her" He sighed

The staff dissapeared and he was shoved forward. He rolled his eyes rubbing his neck before turning around. He was shocked to find a young woman staring back at him.

She had long white hair that curled down in waves to her hips. Her eyes were a bright sky blue that was currently glaring at him. she had two pink crescent marks on her cheeks on the corners of her eyes and elf-like ears.

To summarize, Keith had never seen anything like her.

"What do you mean your searching for your mother?" She asked her voice ringing with authority

He rolled his eyes before holding up his dagger. Her eyes widened and she took a way step back from him.

"It's my mom's, She was part of a peace movement for her species and the blades were ceremonial for the group" He explained slowly

He closed his eyes and the blade glowed causing her to gasp and jump back making him smile. The blade lengthened into a sword revealing a glowing purple symbol on the side.

"My mom just took off one day and told my dad to keep me safe, She left this for me and I've been looking for her since I was 16" He mumbled deactivating the blade and tucking it back into it's sheath.

"Are you sure your mom was part of a peace organization?" She asked sharply still in a defensive stance. He gave her a confused look

"Yeah, I am why?" He asked starting to become slightly suspicious

"Because that symbol is Galran" She snapped her eyes narrowing

Keith's eyes widened. Galra. That was his other half. His mother's race. He finally figured it out, He could find her.

"That's her race?" He said quietly still stunned.

"They're the ones who destroyed my entire planet yes" Allura said coldly glaring at him.

He was instantly snapped out of his happy daze. "W-what?" He whispered. He didnt want it to be true. He didnt want his mothers race to be the reason for the destruction of a planet.

"The galra are the ones, who destroyed my entire planet and my family, I'm the only survivor" Allura voice softened seeing Keith's reaction. She hadn't meant to upset him.

Keith felt his world fall apart. It wasn't his mom. It was him. He was part of a race that murdered her entire family, what did that mean about him?

"I'm sorry" He croaked his throat closing up with emotion

"No! I . . . . .I was wrong . . I should've trusted your words, You said your mother was part of a Peace movement" she said sighing and looking down.

"Your right, My mom is part of a rebellion, that has to count for something" He nodded showing her he felt better but he still felt bad about it. He couldn't shake the image of him being a monster.

She nodded looking down but looked up with a small smile and held out her hand. Keith looked up startled at her.

"Your different Keith . . . but maybe that's what I need"

Keith stared at her hand for a second still thinking about what she said earlier but he shook it off. He wasn't a monster.

He took her hand.

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have a wip i havent worked on in months

Greetings, dear reader. You’ve no doubt picked up this tome with some confusion. Tome may be too generous a word, but it holds a ring of weight to it that I feel befits this story. It is a tome of a story, though it may only be a pamphlet of a book. Regardless, I feel obligated to explain myself before you commit to turning the page. Yes, my name is on the cover. Each word you’ll read here was crafted by me, minus of course some letters I managed to procure and a majority of the dialogue, though I will freely admit some of it was embellished and crafted by my imagination as I had only summaries to go by. That does not mean, however, that this is a fairytale.

I understand I am known and respected as a novelist. I was content with that, for a spell. It seems greedy to want anything more beyond a world-wide raucous hunger for your own stories, and I had no problem staying by my typewriter to satisfy that demand. But I could only stay absorbed in my own psyche for so long. I found my attention wandering, and repeatedly wandering to the same place. A story my mother told me when I was not a child, but not quite an adult yet either, though I fully thought I was. Her own role in it had been minor, the details she had available to her were scarce, but it was enough of a hook to linger in my own mind for years.

I set aside my own works, and I left my typewriter behind in pursuit of confirmation of my mother’s tale. I had no assurance she was telling the truth after all, I wanted to know the complete and whole truth for myself. It took several trips around the globe and quite a few very expensive bottles of wine to pry the details from tighter lips, but eventually I collected enough to satiate my curiosity. Then the truth of the matter looked me in the eye and demanded to be put to print. I am a novelist, but this is a true story. It’s a story of family, of searching, and of a peculiar opera house and its even more peculiar attendant. I won’t promise it will make sense, but I would be surprised if you didn’t come to some sort of answer at the end of it. That will be your duty, mine is coming to a close on this page.

Sincerely,

Rose Lalonde

The train glided across France with all the decorum and grace of a native, though its inhabitants were ten years too young to be at all impressed by the smoothness of their journey. The cars were filled with any number of interesting characters, but we zoom into a comfortable car in first class and focus our attention on two young adults on opposite sides of a table covered in papers.

On one side sat a woman, Jane Crocker. Her involvement in this story always surprised me, but this was at the very beginning of her entrepreneurial reign over baked goods worldwide. She was at that point still in her early twenties, short in stature and soft and wide in body. She wore a long, sensible coat over a plain collared shirt and thick trousers tailored to the wide curve of her hip. The tie she would have normally worn was tossed to the side and the first few buttons under her neck scandalously unbuttoned, as if her slacks weren’t enough to draw the eye. She was new to the name Crocker, but Jane was already used to doing as exactly as she liked. She found her new name only helped her do that.

Most likely, she poured over the documents in front of her with a steely glare behind her spectacles, and most likely she would pause and sigh before letting them fall in front of her and looking to her companion.

“Are we wasting our time here?” Her question caught the man opposite her off-guard. He’d been wholly absorbed in a letter he was writing.

“I don’t think so. Why? Our information’s good, isn’t it?” He shrugged. “Questioning it at this point will only be frustrating. You should be more optimistic!”

“I find that hard to do when we’ve chased after so many false leads.” Jane muttered and picked up the papers in front of her again. Letters, both typed and handwritten concerning an orphanage in Paris, she’d read them all many times over. “The description fits, sure, but it’s not like he’s especially unique. This could be describing any foolhardy orphan.” She sighed again. “God, I hope this train will stop soon, I need a cigarette.”

The gentlemen craned his neck to look outside the window. The view outside showed the same blurred fields they’d watched for hours now.

“Well, we’re almost there at least.” He turned his head back to Jane. “There’s no point in being here if we don’t look into it. There’s always a chance.”

“That’s easy for you to say, you don’t especially care about him.” Jane muttered bitterly. She immediately regretted it and met his blue eyes apologetically. “I didn’t mean that.”

“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t care!” He huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “I may not know him as well as you or Jade, but I did know him! And you and Jade care about him, and I care about you two, so I’m doubly involved. I want to make sure he’s safe just as much.”

“I’m sorry.” She set down the papers and adjusted her glasses with one hand. Exhaustion burned in her eyes insistently and she reached behind the lenses to rub the blurriness from her vision. The man opposite her reached over and put his hand over her’s still on the table and patted it.

“It’s fine. Let’s just do what we can. I have a good feeling about this, Jane. Even if he’s not there, I know we’re going to find something.” He said matter-of-factly. Jane smiled tiredly.

“If you say so.” Her held his hand in her own and squeezed it. Their eyes and attention both broke from the conversation back to their work, but they kept their hands locked across the table.

The man was, of course, John Egbert. I didn’t know much of him beyond his career in comedy before investigating this strange tale. He was your average comedian, just popular enough that some people scorned him, but still relatively unknown in comparison to his famous cousin. That alone contributed a decent chunk of his fame, though I have no doubt he’d contest that.

His similarity to Jane was remarkable. They had the same brilliant blue eyes, though, and I quote, “Mr. Egbert’s had a sinister sparkle to them, as if mischievous thoughts constantly danced through his head.” (excerpt from a letter written by a Mr. Nitram.) He shared Jane’s stature though she had a few inches to her advantage. He was uniformly built where Jane was pear-shaped and had the same well-tailored trousers and shirt, though John wore a pair of suspenders over his shoulders. Overall he was less coiffed than Jane was. His hair had a casual messiness to it under his hat and his sleeves were rolled up to the elbow. His name was much less heavy.

With a heavy heart I must admit to his avid fans that at this tender age, John Egbert had not yet grown his well-beloved mustache that would boost him to worldwide fame and endurance. Feel free to close the book and reconcile yourself with this new, facially naked young jokester you must mentally acquaint yourself with. My sincerest apologies.