#i need everyone to look at the hand/forearm/bicep of the left sketch and tell me i did a good job bc i think i did a good job

[persimminwrites]

another oc redesign! this time - poke's spinal prosthetic

[orderofthepygmypuff]

Vanished

Jamie and Lily both know the exact date their soul mate is destined to die.

Read it on AO3.

For @women-inthe-sequel because ily. 

“Jamie Potter doesn’t have anything on her wrist.”

Lily rolled her eyes at her roommate. She and Mary were lingering over breakfast in the nearly empty Great Hall on a gloomy Saturday. “That’s impossible. Everyone has a soul mark on their wrist. That’s just—”

“I’m not lying. Next time you see her, look at her wrist. I swear to you, it’s blank.”

“Mary, we’ve lived with Jamie for six years now. There’s no way that she’s been walking around with a blank wrist this whole time.”

“That’s just what I was thinking! I’m sure she had something there before, and now whatever it was is definitely gone. Her wrist is blank, I’m telling you!”

Lily huffed and refused to continue the conversation on the grounds that it was perfectly ridiculous, but she couldn’t help the sudden surge of confusion and—what, was she upset about this? Surely there was no reason to be upset over Jamie Potter’s soul mark, because what did that have to do with Lily?

It was rude to ask about other people’s soul marks. Lily had discovered this on her first train to Hogwarts, when she’d asked the first two people she met about their marks, and found that she received nothing but glares in answer.

So when she came back to the dormitory early that night and saw Jamie sitting on her bed, carefully clipping the twigs on her broom, Lily glanced curiously at the girl’s wrist.

It was not blank. Every homework assignment they’d been given that day was scrawled there. The text crawled up her forearm. (Lily stopped herself just before her gaze could travel up Jamie’s chaser-trained bicep. She congratulated herself on the achievement.) The soft skin on Jamie’s wrist wasn’t blank—in the place of a soul mark, there was a small sketch of a flower.

A lily.

It’s just a coincidence, Evans. Get your shit together.

A LILY.

She didn’t manage to look away fast enough this time, and a smirk unfurled on Jamie’s face. (It was unfair, really, that she could look like that and also direct that expression at Lily.)

“Alright, Evans?”

“I was just admiring your homework planner.”

“Oh yeah." She grinned a little sheepishly. "I ran out of parchment and thought I’d save the last bit for notes.”

“Oh! Well I have extra if you need it,” said Lily, and before she could think better of it, she was grabbing a sheaf of parchment and handing it to her.

“Thanks, Evans.” Jamie’s smile had softened, and Lily could see the gold in her hazel eyes. She glanced away, and her gaze found the flower on Jamie’s wrist again.

“Jamie,” she said, and it came out in a whisper, “what happened to your soul mark?”

Jamie looked down at her wrist, and when she met Lily’s eyes again her ears were bright red under her wild black hair. “I vanished it this summer.”

“Really? Why?”

Jamie leaned her broom gently against one of the bed posts, and gestured for Lily to sit. She did, far too close. Their shoulders brushed. She wanted to touch Jamie’s wrist, to trace the lily there, to put her own hand in Jamie’s and—

“I just didn’t want it there anymore. It’s such a stupid thing. You’re born forced to know when your soulmate will die. It’s horrible. And I just—I don’t want to think about who’s going to have to die because I loved them.”

“I’ve never thought of it that way,” said Lily, frowning. “But whoever your soulmate is, they’re not going to die because you love them. It’s just a clue about who they are, isn’t it?”

“And you’ll know that someone was your soulmate when they die on the right day? What a load of rubbish. How many people live their whole lives after the date has passed, never knowing who it was? What difference does it make?”

“It doesn’t, you’re right. It’s a stupid thing. I hate my number too.”

“Do you?”

“Yes. It’s too soon. Just a few years from now. I hate thinking of it.”

Jamie took her left hand, covering the little number that had been etched on Lily’s wrist for as long as she could remember. “Mine too. It was awful to see the date come closer and closer. Fuck the soul mark.”

Lily smiled. “Fuck the soul mark,” she repeated.

“I think,” said Jamie, Lily was surprised to hear a tremble in the voice that was usually confident to the point of arrogance, “that all we can do is choose who we love. And not wait for terrible things to happen to tell us whether one person is our intended mate. That’s rubbish. We should choose who we want.”

“Nobody gets to choose who they love,” said Lily softly.

“Are you in love with someone?” said Jamie, and Lily thought she heard something like sadness there.

“I dunno. Maybe.”

“And you would choose differently? If you had a choice?”

Lily hesitated for a long moment. It would be more practical, she supposed, to love someone who was a boy. But she looked at Jamie now, with her brow furrowed anxiously, her impossible hair in a messy knot on her head with her wand stuck through it, her toes, nails painted scarlet and gold, peeking out from her pajama bottoms—and Lily thought that if she could sit here and look at Jamie forever, that would be enough.

“No, I wouldn’t choose differently,” said Lily, leaning closer, nudging Jamie’s shoulder with her own.

“That’s what I mean, then. Maybe it’s all written in our fate or whatever, but we get to choose to be with the people we love.”

And when Jamie turned to look at her, their faces inches apart, Lily couldn’t help but lean closer still. “You’re right. I’d rather make my choices than live in fear of what might happen.”

“Yeah.” Jamie’s voice was a whisper, and Lily felt rather than heard the word. She brushed her finger over Jamie’s hand, and she had to ask.

“On your wrist. Is that—?”

“A lily. Because I—because you're—”

"Because of me?"

Jamie nodded, and the movement made their noses brush.

Lily's heart was thundering, her stomach leaping, and she wanted to kiss the girl in front of her more than anything she’d ever wanted in her life. Without looking away from Jamie, she pulled her wand from her robes, pointed it at her own wrist, and vanished the number there. Fuck the soul mark.

[hunterguyveriv]

Guyver vs Paladin/Blade: A match of fun.

Better late than never. I meant to post this sooner for a friend’s Keith Month, but I got side tracked on other projects due to having good days with my hands, and work. This is my Keith story for her crossover prompt for her Keith Month.

@fiery-mullet Sorry it’s late. I felt like I needed to exploit my good hand days before the bad hand days came back. I may do a sketch of the sparring partners later, but right now I am putting my thoughts together for a halloween story.

Keith Month Day 17 - Crossover

The sound of 2 exhausted people panting filled the training deck. One a metallic-panting and the other a normal human panting. Sho Fukamachi stood in his Guyver armor and Keith in his Paladin armor. Both had been in a sparring match against each other for nearly 2 hours. Sho in his Guyver armor had scrapes and shallow slash marks all over his body. Keith in his Paladin armor also had scrapes, slashes, impact scorch marks, and dents on it.

Both had decided that training robots were too boring, and decided to spar against each other. Keith smirked as he activated his black bayard and Blade of Marmora sword. Guyver-I smirked closing his hands to fists causing the blades on his forearms to extend. Both lunged at each other and swung their swords at one another.

It had been at least a couple weeks since the war for Earth had ended and hostilities had ceased. So two warriors needing to hone their skills decided to use each other as punching bags. Both had a lot of tension built up and needed a release. Not just physical tension but the emotional tension in ranting to the other.

What the two warriors didn't notice, they were being watched from the observation deck. Well, they knew that two women, ones they both trusted with their lives were watching them. There was the fiance of Sho’s at first when he first started fighting against the training drones. But as he started reaching a higher level in the training programs Sho had gotten Keith’s attention, and they started training together. Mizuki snapped her head hearing the observation deck doors open. She smiled as Keith’s “Jhuk’uhn’dac” as the Galra called female mates, walked in.

Both women initiated small talk talking about the mates they were watching not long after she sat down. Pretty soon they reached Training Level 36 in which caused a few Paladins to come to watch. Only when news of the leader of Voltron and Guyver was fighting did the last two Paladins arrive. With them were the MFE-Pilots, Coran, Romelle, some Blade members who were training under Krolia, Matt his fiance and a few key rebel leaders arrived.

Down in the training deck, Guyver-I thrust his right High-Frequency sword at Keith, which was surprisingly blocked by his Luxite sword. Keith thrust his bayard at Guyver-I who caught it before it had a chance of piercing the gap between his abdominal armor and oblique armor with his left hand. Both smirking at each other and grunting against each other’s strength. Guyver-I cocked his head a little.

His head sensor shifting back and forth locking into place pointing at the observation deck. Feeding the infrared images of nearly 30 people watching cheering, even eating snacks. Even taking bets on who would win the sparring match.

Smirking Guyver-I pushed his sword at Keith who responded with his own push, “It seems we have an audience, Keith.” Grunting and looking at the observation deck, “It seems so.” Guyver-I looked back at him, “Make it interesting?” Keith could tell Sho was amused with the development. Smirking under the transparent luminescing visor Keith nodded “Sure, why not!”

Guyver-I jumped backward landing in a crouching position before standing up. Keith had also done a jet-thrust jump backward landing in a crouching position with the bayard blade inches above his right bicep and his Luxite blade pointing to Guyver-I with the bottom of the hilt pointing to Keith’s chest. Guyver-I felt a stinging sensation in his left hand raised it up and looked at it.

Mizuki sat up looking at her mate looking at his hand. Half of the audience was excited that Keith got a good shot in. While others who had the rare occasion to see Sho in action had smug looks on their face. Mizuki was indifferent, she had seen him nearly die protecting her multiple times, and just grown accustomed to her love getting injured… A LOT!

Lance saw her sit back in her seat and continue watching, “You don’t seem too worried that Keith injured your man. You may want to stop them from continuing.” She looked at him with an inquisitive “yeah, so?” look. She saw out of the corner of her eye some of the other audience members just facepalm. Lance got a little uneasy under her gentle yet intense glare, “My Sho has faced hundreds of enemies at once, even destroyed entire enemy bases by himself, and received far more devastating wounds than a pathetic cut.” Lance returned her inquisitive look, “Wait, what?”

She turned her head back to watch him sparring with his new best friend with a loving look. “He has been incinerated by his own attack deflected back at him, been stabbed through the chest when he temporarily lost his ability to transform, had an arm bitten off, even his skull crushed fighting a... proto-type ‘Guyver-Killer’ Zoanoid... “ Everyone looked at her seeing a sad look on her face and the heavy somberness, sensing more to that fact. She sighed smiling again and looked back up at Lance “But he, like your leader, simply won't stop once he sets his mind to something.”

Lance turned to Keith’s mate “Are you going to let him continue fighting him?” His mate looked at Lance and gave him a “hm” shrug with her shoulders, “Let him have his fun.” She turned back to watch him and his new brother in arms.

Keith got in a position to attack, but Guyver-I held a hand up. His control medal flashed and seconds later all of his head armor with the exception of the Control Medal retracted. Keith taking the hint took his helmet off and tossed it aside. Guyver-I extended his right arm-blade and crouched into a position which was neither offensive or defensive.

Guyver-I and Keith continued the sparring match for another hour and a half. About 10 minutes in the Blade’s training under Krolia had to report to her. The MFE-Pilots and Shiro had to report for a mission and left approximately 6 minutes later. Hunk, Pidge, and Romelle went on to do their own thing. Rebel Leaders, Allura and Coran went to greet some Alien Dignitaries looking to join the Galaxy Alliance. Lance growing bored with the match followed the Alteans. Leaving just Mizuki and Keith’s mate. Mizuki held a bag of snacks up to her, without taking her eyes off of Sho “Pop-Goo?” Keith’s mate looked at the back the human girl was offering, “Sure, why not.” The yellow-one certainly knew how to take alien foods and add human twists to them.

Eventually, both Keith and Guyver-I started to feel the burn of their near 6-hour sparring. They stopped with Guyver-I’s sword mere inches away from Keith’s neck and Keith’s bayard inches from Sho’s head. Both men smiling withdrawing their weapons from each other’s heads. Keith stood back allowing his bayard to retract to his armor and luxite blade revert to knife-form before sheathing it. Guyver-I stood backward holding his arms out waist level. His control medal flashed and his armor sprung from his armor disappearing.

Keith watched wide-eyed as the armor disappeared into nothingness, “Whoa, I gotta get one of those.” Sho panted a few times with his reconstituted lungs before looking at Keith, “Maybe if we come across any Advents, I’ll get one for you.” Both men grasped each other’s arms at the elbows shaking.

They walked out of the Garrison Training deck greeted by their lovers coming into view from the observation deck, “I’d love to see the full extent on what you can do, Sho. Maybe next time don’t hold back?” Sho looked to Keith with a serious smile, “I can't guarantee anything,” he then winked at Keith, “BUT, if you ever go after that Super… Weapon… thing, if your team doesn't forget about me, I can assure you will get a full display of what I can do from what I hear about it.” Keith back-handedly tapped him in the stomach playfully, “Deal. I might even get Allura to open a wormhole to that planet just to see.”