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quiznak-ofgrayskull · 1 year ago

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Okay!! I"m sorry in advance lol-

So in Voltron (specifically the 2018 reboot which is what I've seen lol) some humans are at a space army academy kind of? And then Stuff happens and they find the blue lion (also Shiro, who I might make Chan but I could also do someone else bc I have other ideas for him too)

So there are five lions that come together to make Voltron power rangers-style. They also have traits associated with them kind of? Mainly the red and black lions tbh

Black lion: The head of Voltron, and the leader

Red lion: Right arm, angry-ish??

Blue lion: Right leg

Yellow lion: Left leg

Green lion: Left arm, technology?? Kind of?? Again Not Really Sure of some of the traits associated lol-

There are also two main alien races, Alteans and Galra. Alteans are fancy elves and Galra are The Bad Guys.

So there's Altean royalty and I'm making Kinn, Khun, and Kim all Altean bc of that. Korn is at least presumed dead (maybe he's actually dead, and we're lucky, honestly don't know where I'm going with this-), and his brother, Gun, leads the Galra despite being Altean (Vegas and Macau's mom would have been Galra, they're hybrids uwu).

So there was a war 10k years ago and all Alteans were wipes out (except for 2 in the actual show, like 4 in this au)

Possibly making Porsche and Porchay part Galra (in the show Keith is, so they wouldn't know about it similar to him), or maybe something with Pete?

There are more characters in Kinnporsche to work with as far as who gets what lion, which makes things difficult for me-

Cause like I could give Chan the black lion but I also have other ideas with him, and him possibly having piloted the black lion in the past? But he also really does fit Shiro's (black lion pilot in vld) vibe (space dad). So I might make it Big because I love him, or do something similar in the show where Shiro goes missing and someone has to take over and make that Big? Idk.

I think I'm probably giving Porsche the blue lion, and I'm almost definitely giving Arm the green lion. Ken will probably get red and I'll probably do a traitor thing then give it to Kim? Or someone else lol idk? Again too many possibilities-

Pete could have yellow but so could Pol, and I'm possibly going to do something else with Pete?

There's a lot of possibilities, and this would probably make a lot more sense if I could explain the lore well.

But like Vegas is a slimy lying Galra (+ Altean) prince who tries to kill them, pretends to be on their side, and betrays them again. I love him dearly. Probably gonna make Ken a traitor for one reason or another (possibly the promise of him being able to go back home). I don't want to kill Big but it might happen anyway. We'll see.

Possibly something with Porsche and Porchay trying to find their parents, who went missing in space at one point.

I could also make some of them difference aliens and such too just need to think about that more.

Main thing is found family (in space) and also I'm a Vegas simp and giving him Lotor's color palette or something similar will not help with that lol. I have a lot to say about this and will probably draw stuff too-

I would say you should watch vld but. Honestly I haven’t in a while I was just obsessed it’s probably not worth it lol. The 1st 2 seasons m a y b e lol

So. There was a post and it was along the lines of "your first fandom and your current fandom, now make a cursed au" and now. We are. Here. Because of course my first fandom was voltron :')

I'm now thinking of a vld au of kinnporsche and it's far too fun for what it is. Help. Were you ever into vld or do I need to also explain lore stuff if I go into detail-

(I know i"m getting Into a fandom when I pump out aus like this so this bodes well for me at least. Everyone else suffers-)

I was never into VLD, but that is probably because I have never seen it. SO please, explain lore to me so I can understand this blursed au.

#My mind is all over the place I probably forgot to cover half of what I was thinking-

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heroesarelife · 7 years ago

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Pleasure to meet you, Amethyst! I'm sorry for making my first request very angst-y. Aizawa, Hizashi, and All Might (separate btw) have a terrible nightmare that their s/o was brutally killed in front of them. As they jolt awake and try to calm down (it seemed so real oh god oh GOD) they look to their side and find their s/o snuggled up and sleeping peacefully beside them, safe and sound.

Oh, nice to meet you nonnie ;D and no worries at all! I sort of live for angst, but don’t tell on me, aye? xD I legit liked working on this one and I hope you enjoy as well, I love these pro-heroes so much

Warning: Can be a bit gory.

Aizawa Shouta (Eraserhead)

Aizawa has a complicated relationship with sleeping, to put it kindly. It never came that easily for him, and when it did it could often be restless. And his dreams could be plagued and dreadful, more often than not making him feel that more tired after waking up, no matter how many hours he had slept. So he tires himself to death’s door because then the odds of his dreams reaching him become slimmer. However, it does not always work, and this is one of those nights.

He falls into the nightmare immediately and intensely. He knows something is wrong, something is very much wrong. Worry takes over him, bone-deep. He can hear the maniac laughter and his trained prepared to fight, hand grabbing for his weapon. But there’s nothing there. He’s unarmed.

Mind in a frenzy, heart pounding madly, he tries to think. But he can’t grab hold of a single thought, as if they were immaterial and made of pure noise and chaos. And yet he was sure, deep in his gut, that someone needed saving; he needs to do something. Anything.

All of a sudden he crashes hard against the ground, heavy weights pressing his back, immobilizing him. Air abandons his lungs altogether and pain takes his senses by storm, gagging in his own blood. Aizawa tries to to fight back, desperate, but his body fails him. All his limbs feel as though made of lead, trapping him to the hard cold ground. He’s weak.

He realizes then that he can’t see. Everything is covered in darkness, like a thick fog surrounding him, depriving him of his only proud possession, his only weapon. Screams fill the air, a voice pleading and begging for mercy. For help. His help. He recognizes his s/o voice and panic settles in his soul, ice-cold and unbearable.

Aizawa hears the mocking laugh behind him and the scream is so close, so painfully close. His body is traitor and disobeys him, the weight heavier by the second. And he doesn’t his eyes because he can hear, as if watching from the first row. The sick snapping of bones, the distinctive gushing sound of spilled blood. The fainting anguished screams that pierce his heart, destroying him.

He wakes up then, eyes opening with a startle. His whole body rigid, muscles strained with effort in a silent fight. Nausea overcomes him and he sits up slowly, breathing with effort. Dread covers him like needles; he had lost them. He was weak, and it was his fault. He knows it now to have been a dream, he knows because he can feel the warm touch of their hand in side, anchoring him to the moment. Trembling ever-so-slightly, he runs his hand through his hair. It felt real.

He will eventually will himself into being calmer. In fact most of his distress will manifest itself very inwardly and not show physically, much. His heart will be beating faster than normal, his body not as steady as he would wish it was, making him all too aware of his structure and bones.

Once his breathing is more or less normalized he will lay down again, comforted by his s/o’s steady breathing, by their warmth. He will wrap himself around them, pulling them against him carefully as to not wake them. He won’t fall asleep again, instead choosing to run his hands through their body and skin, allowing the feel of him to bring him back to reality and function as a balm to his spirit.

Yagi Toshinori (All Might)

Normally a light sleeper, Toshinori also barely moves in his slumber. The memories of his old life - his old body - still deeply ingrained in his habits and behaviour. So despite not occupying the same room as before and not being accidentally rough or strong, he will still sleep in a very still manner. His ears pricked, ready to jump into action even as his quirk and power abandons him by the minute.

So he floats, his dream is unreal and abstract, disappearing in itself before he can make any sense of it. Which is alright, it’s not like he’s trying. It’s mindless and pleasant, like being in a warm cloud, abstracted from all thoughts and worries.

He’s grabbed then, suddenly. Infinite hands holding his body, dragging him towards darkness. He still can’t make sense of things, but now it brought only anxiety and despair. What’s going on? What is it? He’s surrounded. Instinct kicks in and he deals the only way he knows how - the way he learned would always solve the situation. He punched.

Nothing happens, shadows only attached to him with suffocating pressure. Dissolving under his fists and binding him as if they were chains. They lamented, cried for help. It filled his ears and heart, because he understood to be haunted, recognizing his ghosts. He needed to be able to save them, he should be able to. But he couldn’t, he couldn’t save everyone and yet they called for him, for All Might.

Desperate he fought the hands, the pressure of the shadows, because now he could hear his s/o’s voice. The agonized scream bringing dread to his heart, and suddenly he couldn’t move. Released, he falls to the ground, no longer All Might. Now only the Yagi Toshinori in his fragile, skinny, useless body. He could only watch as the vengeful ghosts took over the person he loved the most, imprisoning them with death grips. Filling their lungs with darkness. They looked at him, wide eyes streaming with desperate tears, pleading for the help he could no longer provide. Dying for him, for his mistakes. And he could only watch, paralyzed, heartbroken. Useless.

That’s when he jerks awake, sitting up as if he was punched in the gut, almost falling off the bed in the process. He goes into a coughing fit, struggling for air. He’s all stiff muscle and cramped tendons, pain overcoming his own being when sorrow hits him like a truck. Eyes wet, blood dripping down his chin, he looks up.

His s/o is sleeping in bed, their chest rising and falling reassuringly. He battles down the cough threatening to spill more blood in the sheets and tries to calm down. They are alright, his ghosts were his weight to bear. And only his. And they were alright, it’s all that mattered.

Moving sparingly as to not wake them, he settles down again, joints cracking with the effort. Heart heavy and yet relieved, he carefully wraps their hand with his, needing a point of contact. And wills himself back to sleep, this time keeping the past at bay.

Yamada Hizashi (Present Mic)

Yamada is the sort to be having a nice dream about him and his s/o, maybe traveling and on a nice date. So he smiles in his sleep, may even laugh as he does so. Letting out a quiet laugh, the kind he wouldn’t do while awake; his tones are all surprisingly softer when he’s in sandman’s embrace.

Then his dream will slowly and discreetly shift towards a darker setting. Somehow his nice trip takes a twist and he finds himself in a bad situation, fighting a bunch of very violent villains. He asks his s/o to hide - or he must have, he surely must, that’s procedure so how could he forget? - but Yamada must have somehow forgotten because he turns and one of them have his s/o in a firm chokehold.

His heart goes to his throat, in ways that a battle would never usually make him feel. The distraction works and next thing he kens he’s on the ground, head pressed hard against the concrete, blood filling his mouth when he accidentally bites his tongue on impact.

For once, he can’t scream, he can’t. Because his s/o is doing that for him, the terrorized sound deafening him with absolute despair. He fights against the weight on top of him, and a hand pushes him harder against the floor, mercilessly scratching his skin raw. He can’t move, he can’t get away, he can’t. All he can do is watch in horror as their screams disappear into nothing more than dry whimpers, strength leaving their body faster than their blood paints the sidewalk.

That’s when he wakes up, startled and with a scream lodged in his throat. But he does not release it, he can’t; it chokes him. The panic’s still settled deep in his bones, too overwhelming and real for him to let out more than a whimper. He couldn’t save them. He had an all around powerful quirk, was a renowned hero, and yet…

Relief takes him over with a bang. His s/o is beside him, safe and sound. Yamada can even hear the sudden rush of blood in his eardrums, as time comes back into motion and blood runs back to his paled features. God, he had been so scared.

Au his state of mind, even the usually annoying snoring of his s/o gives him the giggles, and he covers his mouth with a shaking hand to suppress it. He hasn’t recovered from the intense emotions and doesn’t wish to wake his s/o up to find him in that state.

He does need some comfort, however. So in the morning, his s/o will wake up to find him buried in their embrace, though they don’t recall sleeping in that position. Yamada’s face is against their neck, facial hair tickling their skin slightly. They think him asleep but he couldn’t go back to it, preferring instead to just be close and assure himself that they were indeed alive and well. In the position, they are able to kiss his forehead softly, still half asleep and pleased to have him so close.

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