#like u have this charming sweeps you off your feet prince but he’s actually a huge lovable idiot with a kind heart and his friends

[puppyeared]

Ouhhhh friendship I love friendship……..

[sovereignjojoz]

how they carry you/you them (ultimate edition)

Pairings: Jonathan x reader, dio…x reader?Joseph x reader, Ceaser x reader, jotaro x reader, polenarff x reader, Avdol x reader, josuke x reader, Rohan x reader.

Warnings: weird, partial fluff, partial crack, idk, dio?, tired at Rohan’s.

Notes - for all the love on the Bucci gang edition!<3

Jonathan Joestar

Gotta be Bridal style

The og gentleman

Very traditional

He just loves to carry you he would carry you always if he could.

He���ll probably spin you around too, he’s just so sweet!

Carrying him

I mean if you insist!

It’s quite unusual in Victorian society so he’s a bit befuddled.

But if it pleases you then go ahead!

Dio Brando…

He’s just gonna be a manhandler.

He’s not sweet or nice, none of that lovey dovey stuff he’s gonna do what he wants.

He’ll carry you, drag you, whatever, he fr doesn’t care.

Not very romantic.

Carries you however he wants even if it’s never been heard of.

Kinda possessive, he might squeeze you tight if others look at you.

Touchy.

Honestly bad overall, but you dio simps probably don’t care, that’s why you like him after all! (Affectionate)🥰

Carrying him

He expects this, don’t be daft.

And he’s not gonna make it easy.

He might even make u carry him on a throne, after all he’s dio and it’s what he deserves.🤷🏽‍♀️

Joseph Joestar

To put it simply, he’s a troll.

Every time he carries you, he’ll pick you up bridal style and secure you in his arms, and only once you’ve wrapped your arms around his neck or have gotten comfortable he’ll either a) pretend to drop you (if he’s feeling kinder) or b) actually drop you.

Then he’ll laugh rambunctiously.

“C’mon babe, ya fall for it every time and it gets funnier every t-“

“Jojo!”

“ ouch my ear! ‘m sorry!”

Seems like the kinda guy who likes to carry you whilst doing squats or other gym activities just to show off his strength, he especially loves it if it gets a ride out of you.

Overall annoying

Will not put you down.

Likes to make you squirm by carrying you with one arm and touching/tickling your feet like the weirdo he is.

Kinda touchy.

So so annoying.

Will definitely show off in front of Caeser

Carrying him

Never offer

He gets even more annoying.

As soon as you've picked him up, he'll make himself as heavy as he can and literally drop all his weight on you just so you struggle.

And he's so audacious and sassy.

He'll taunt you with comments like, "oh, is that struggling I see, huh? You insisted on carrying me so chop chop."

He even snaps his fingers at you.

Just drop him.

Caeser Zeppelli

Hm, ever the charmer isn’t he?

You just know he absolutely loves carrying his s/o.

It’s obvious knowledge that he has a notorious history of being a playboy, and because of his experience with women, he knows what women like, what little gestures make them blush, how they prefer to be held etc.

So he’s going to put the knowledge he’s accumulated on you, he wants to make you swoon.

He somehow manages to always gets the timing right too, he will literally sweep you off your feet like Prince Charming.

He’ll probably want to kiss you too and like pull you really close to his chest.

He definitely wants a s/o who gets easily flustered when he carries them! No matter if you cover your face, blush, squirm he doesn’t care, he wants that reaction!

“Caeser put me down!” You whisper-shouted, trying and failing to push him away, you were literally in front of Lisa Lisa!

He kissed your neck chastely, “why Cara? I quite like you in my arms.”

“Mpmph!”

Likes to show off in front of Joseph.

Carrying him

He’ll blush out of surprise.

It’s feels so foreign to him, he’s not quite sure if he likes it!

He’ll definitely be more vulnerable to getting flustered!

Overall, he prefers to do the flustering and carrying.

Kujo Jotaro

Listen, I’m not even going to lie, you’re probably going to have to jump/floor him to get him to carry you…

Or you’re going to have to annoy him 24/7 so he considers it, just so he can get you to finally shut up.

“Jojo, Jojo, Jojo, please! I really really love you jojo! And you would do the same if you love meee-!”

Literally knocks you off of your feet.

Might just leave you on the floor.

Or he’ll hold you for one second, the drop you (heart eyes).

Jump on his back and you’ll get a piggy back for like 5 seconds or something before he pushes you off.

Small bonus! Part 4 jotaro! (+ jolyne)

Becomes more open to carrying you.

Still would rather not but if you insist fine.

He’ll brashly pick you up, stand still and hold you bridal style.

Baby Jolyne will make grabby hands and he’ll pick her up with one hand and carry you and her both.

Carries both you and baby Jolyne like sacs of potatoes.

Will put baby Jolyne on his shoulders.

Carrying him

Don’t try it, he’s got good reflexes, you might get knocked out.

He’ll probably wobble around because he doesn’t get carried.

Hates it.

Jean-Pierre Polnareff

My babygirl.

He’s such a romantic.

He just wants to pamper you and spoil you by making you not have to do anything ever, including walking!

“Ma Cherie! Please, don’t dirty your beautiful shoes in that puddle, allow me.”

Loves the feel of you close to him.

Wants you to jump on him, in his arms, any place any time.

Lil bit touchy.

He’ll speak to you in French too even if you can’t understand it (especially if you can’t) just to make you swoon more.

Sometimes he’ll carry you and dance just because.

Just lifts you when he’s extremely happy.

Give him affection!

Carrying him

If you love it he loves it.

He doesn’t care he just wants you to be happy.

Surprised at your strength though!

And he becomes very blushy too.

Avdol

You gotta be practical with him.

He won’t refuse but he certainly won’t endorse it unless you both have privacy, he’s not a fan of pda unlike others on here (cough Caeser, Joseph and Polenarff).

He’ll carry you if you’re injured though, and he’ll be so tender, making sure not to hurt you.

In terms of carrying you, he prefers the more romantic side of things such as carrying you to bed.

Although if you want to be silly and like do challenges he may indulge you once or twice even though he may not be so fond of such things.

One thing is though you absolutely cannot get caught by Joseph! He wouldn’t be able to handle the teasing!

Carrying him

The first time you attempt it, he’ll definitely grip you tightly out of surprise.

“Oh my!”

The look of pure shock on his face is so cute.

He might ask you to put him down after a while though.

He may let you carry him once or twice more.

The best Jojo Higashkiata Josuke

Similar to Mista, he LOVES to carry you in any way he can.

Like he’ll tackle you in order to carry you, in fact a lot of the time him carrying you stems from you and him play fighting.

His favourite way to carry you is putting you on his shoulder and doing whatever he wants, like he might even put you on his shoulder then go about having a normal conversation with okuyasu???

I can’t get this out of my head but I envision running at you at max speed and just picking you up, putting you on his shoulder and continuing running.

And the reason varies like sometimes it’s valid like kira will be in the vicinity and other times it’s so random.

“Oh shi- [name]! We have to go we’re gonna be late to meet my mom at the dentists.”

Carrying him

Again you’ll probably struggle.

And he’ll laugh at you and tease you.

Maybe even take a picture.

This is the time for him to relax, y’know?

He’s shameless too, like he’ll call okuyasu whilst you struggle and be like “you got this babe, anyway…”

If Rohan ever sees this is just another reason on the list of why he doesn’t like Josuke.

Kishibe Rohan

No.

He doesn’t have time for such trivial things, he’s got to work on things such as his manga.

This is something that idiot Josuke would do, not him.

But then he remembers that you’re his s/o and this will make you really happy, so he sighs and closes his sketchbook and indulges you.

Keeps it short and sweet.

When he puts you down they’ll be a couple of lingering touches.

Throw your arms around his neck, and kiss him, and tell him how much you love him then he’ll indulge you more.

Carrying him

Absolutely not, will jump out of your hold immediately and scowl.

[hermanunworthy]

can i request 23 for oakworthy? :3c

Charmed (In Your Arms)

23: carrying the other one in their arms

from the touch prompts list!

kai i KNOW u chose this one bc of that one hcs ask and ily for it bc i have been waiting for an excuse to write something about it teehee

also on ao3!

In a perfectly ideal fantasy (of which he has many), Hermie would be the most charming of princes, dressed in an expensive suit, whisking his bride away into the sunset in his very capable arms. The princess, in her elegant white gown, would swoon over his admirable strength, calling him her hero, and he would kiss her cheek with a dashing smile. A choir of birds and angels would sing in harmony, following them into the distance as the curtains drew on their love story.

But “happily ever after” just doesn't seem to be quite in Hermie’s reach yet. Because… Well…

“Wh-Whoa! ” the prince cries out as the weight of the mannequin in their arms tips them over and crushes them on the floor. For–well, not the first time.

…Hermie might not be the best at everything in acting.

They shove the wretched doll off of their definitely-now-bruised body and sit up with a groan. They have to get this down, if they’re ever going to stand a chance auditioning for the prince in the school play. What kind of Prince Charming can't sweep his princess off her feet?

Hermie may have been known for their wonderful acting abilities, but not exactly for their physical capabilities. And though they know the school’s theatre department is not one to typecast, as they’ve been able to land a variety of roles before… a scrawny kid like them is not exactly their first choice for this particular character. It’s not an easy feat to pretend to be a powerful, masculine man when you're just a pathetic non-binary teen who can't even lift a chair without breaking a sweat.

They brush themself off in embarrassment, feeling as though an entire audience has just witnessed their blunder. “Once more, with feeling this time!” they mutter to themself, although the only feeling they have left in them is frustration (and aching pain).

They crouch down to pick the mannequin back up, expecting it to be a herculean task with how tired their arms are, but find lifting it to be a breeze, all of a sudden. Perhaps they really are settling into their role–

“Hi, Hermie! What’s the mannequin for?”

Standing on the other side of the mannequin, holding up its body effortlessly, is Normal. When did he get in here?

Normal is, shockingly, not in the mascot costume at the moment. Standing backstage with his messy hair and casual clothes, it would be easy to mistake him for stage crew. But Hermie is one of the few people who are used to what Normal looks like underneath Teeny. Well, maybe “used to” isn't the right way to put it, in Hermie’s case. Seeing Normal so plainly like this is startling to them, in a way. He looks so much smaller when he’s not in the bulky suit.

The thespian masks his shock by taking on his princely persona once again, giving a stage bow before standing straight and tall (it hurts his back a bit though, since he’s still unlearning his awful Joker posture). “Greetings, Normally.” He rests a hand on the mannequin’s shoulder, as though it really is his betrothed. “I am simply practicing for our future wedding.”

“Oh!” Normal’s cheek flush. “That’s… Oh! You mean, like… the princess! At the end of the play! Oh wow, you're trying out for the…” He trails off as he stares at him, his blush steadily deepening.

“Prince Charming himself, yes,” Hermie finishes for him while he’s still starstruck. His polite smile shifts into a smirk. “It would appear my charms are already working?”

Normal tries to laugh it off, but he’s visibly sweating as much as he does when he’s been at cheer practice. “Ha, yeah, you're uh, doing a great job…” He clears his throat and shakes his head a little. “But, uh. I actually came because a teacher asked me to grab those chairs that got taken in here yesterday?” He points behind Hermie at a stack of chairs sitting against the wall. “I-I wasn't, like, expecting you to be in here, too.”

“Ah, of course.” The prince gestures for him to go ahead, trying to scoot the mannequin out of the way but failing.

The mascot kid scurries past him, clarifying while walking backwards, “Not that I mind seeing you! I'm glad I saw you!” In his distraction, he ends up bumping his back into the chairs. Once again, he laughs it off.

He turns around, grips the base of the bottom chair, and somehow lifts the entire stack with ease.

It's easy to forget just how strong Normal is. Despite his lack of height or a jock-like attitude, this little sophomore can lift. Hermie just doesn't understand how he's able to support an entire pyramid of cheerleaders, with those very arms, just hidden underneath the arms of his costume. Now that is talent.

That's it! Inspiration strikes Hermie (as well as jealousy, but he can handle that just fine, as he has had to before).

“Normal, wait,” he says without thinking it through first. He instantly realizes that doesn't know what he’s doing. Asking Normal for help is admitting that he can't do it himself. He’s supposed to be confident, capable, not asking a school mascot to teach him how to carry his own bride.

But it’s too late, because Normal is literally dropping everything for him right now. He places the chairs back down on the floor immediately and turns back to him with his full attention. “Yes, Hermie? What do you need?”

A truly loyal knight he would make. Perhaps this is a better way to look at this situation: simply the prince calling on a trusted guard to aid him.

The thespian straightens himself again and tries to put on an authoritative air. “The teacher requested you specifically, I imagine, because you are notably strong, correct?”

“Uh…” Normal glances at the stack of chairs. “I mean, I guess? She knows I do cheer.”

Hermie nods. “Yes, and you are able to carry people with great ease, as I have seen.”

The cheerleader scratches the back of his neck bashfully. “I don't know if I’d call it ‘great ease’, but…”

“Normal, do you happen to be familiar with the bridal carry position?”

Normal jumps a little at the question. “I… am, why?” There’s a nervous but somewhat hopeful twinkle in his eye.

Hermie wraps an arm around the mannequin's waist. “I might acquire some… assistance, in preparation for the big day.” He curses his face for beginning to heat up in shame, but at least it’s underneath his makeup. Still, he shouldn't be averting his eyes.

When he directs them back at Normal, he finds his expression to be much more openly flustered than him. As is the mascot kid’s near-constant state, it seems. “Oh, yeah! I’d–I’d love to help! What do…” He swings his arms back and forth. “What’s holding you up about it?”

What’s holding him up is that he can't hold this thing up. “Might I demonstrate with this, and you may critique?”

Normal stops his swinging motion. “Oh. Yeah, yeah, go ahead.”

As soon as Hermie turns toward the mannequin again, the regret starts to hit him. This audience of one is somehow much more pressure on him than the crowds of eyes he’s used to having watch him. His hands hover over the mannequin’s body awkwardly, like a young teen not knowing how to hold their partner at their first dance. He hasn't felt this kind of stage fright in years.

Eventually, his arms settle somewhere along the torso and legs, and, with his breath held, tries this time to just tip the mannequin over and then catch its weight, hoping that that'll make it easier. However, it only ends up starting to pull him down with it, and he lets go before he can go through the even-more-humiliating ordeal of having Normal watch him fall again.

And then Normal laughs. He tries to stifle it with his hand, but it was impossible to miss. Hermie’s cheeks only burn more, as if he’s standing under unbearable stage lights and not just in the dim backstage area.

“Sorry, sorry. I just don't think the mannequin is working for you, man!” He walks over and picks it back up for him. “It and you are too stiff to make it happen!” He looks Hermie over briefly, before chirping, “Here, you gotta do it like this!”

And before Hermie can even protest, he’s being scooped from the floor in one sweeping motion. Normal’s hands, warm though the prince’s clothes, cradle his back and the crooks of his knees. As though he’s nothing more than a pillow resting in his arms.

Even though his hold is steady, Hermie involuntarily swings their arms around the cheerleader’s neck with a very unprincely squeak. The back of his neck is sticky with sweat, but they hang on for dear life anyway.

Normal lets out another giggle, and this time, Hermie can feel it from his chest pressed against their body. He’s so close to them now. Solid. Steady. Warm warm warm–

“Let me down this instant,” the prince demands, feeling suffocated and alarmed as he feels comfortable and safe.

Normal looks down at him (he’s looking down at him for once) with a bright smile. There’s that unbearable stage light. “Of course, your majesty,” he teases in an uncharacteristically smooth voice, and gracefully sets him back down to earth.

As soon as Hermie’s feet land on the floor and Normal’s hands are no longer there for support, they feel their balance falter for the umpteenth time. They try to step away to place some distance between them, but their knees buckle under their own light weight.

But of course, Normal is quick to catch them. An order to unhand him readies itself on Hermie’s tongue, but when the hands draw away just as quickly as they came, he feels the need to lean back into him.

This can't be. He can't be swooning, he’s supposed to be the prince. He’s not supposed to look at Normal, with his dashing smile and very, very capable arms, and feel charmed.

“Once more,” he orders instead. His face feels about as flushed as Normal’s clearly is, and that’s probably becoming more and more evident by the second with how much makeup he’s sweating off, but the show must go on. “With feeling this time.”

Once more, the mascot kid effortlessly sweeps the prince off his feet. Hermie now allows himself to relish in the warmth of his touch, memorizing the way his arms curl around him protectively. To keep in mind for later. To help with his romantic fantasies. As in, to apply when playing as the prince in the play.

Normal then presses the lightest touch of his smiling lips to Hermie’s cheek.

…Hermie may be reconsidering her role now.

[fluffyskies]

It's my turn!

Sanders Sides

Ship: Prinxiety

Category: Tickling

Characters: Ler Virgil, Lee Roman!

Summary: Roman won't let Virgil be Romeo, but he won't take no for an answer.

"Roman! for the last time let me be Romeo!"

"Virge Romeo is like a prince charming to Juliet, and we both know I'm a better fit for the role".

Virgil just rolled his eyes. They both knew that this was just a pretend game but Roman was taking it a bit to seriously.

"Yeah but we don't have to exactly be like the characters, and plus it's my turn you were it last time" Virgil argued.

"Yes I was it last time, and I'm gonna be it again because I'm a better Romeo than you" he said smugly.

The anxious side just scoffed. I mean yeah he usually played the role of the girl most of the time. Also he wasn't as muscular as Roman he was more slim, but that wasn't going to stop him. He was going to show that smug prince, that he's a better Romeo and sweep him off his feet.

"Now Virgil, can we please get into character? Also you need a dress"

What!? I don't remember agreeing to being the role of Juliet! Virgil thought. That was the last straw Virgil was definitely going to force Roman out of his role.

"Hey Vee are ya listening? I said I got the script that we are going to read off of".

Roman got no answer

"Virge?" he said as he turned around to stare at a space that was just occupied.

Little did Roman know, Virgil actually snuck behind him and tackled him to the ground.

"Ahh!" the price said startled

Virgil straddled Romans hips.

"So still not gonna let me be Romeo?"

Roman looked Virgil in the eyes.

"I'm not giving up the role so easily" he grinned.

Welp Virgil thought, he did just give Roman a way out but looks like he wants to dig his own grave.

So Virgil started with squishing his tummy.

"Eeeehehehe! Virhihihige!" the creative side giggled.

"Yeah?"

"Dohohohont!!"

"Don't what?"

"Tihihickle mehehe!"

"Oh tickle you? but that's what I'm doing" he said with a grin.

"Nahahaht whahahat I meahehent!"

"But it's good to know your enjoying this, You haven't even pushed me away also in case you haven't noticed your arms aren't restrained".

Roman's face started to get red with the teasing but he refused to give up and let Virgil be Romeo.

"Oh wow your face is red, I'm I just that handsome? Virgil snickered.

"Hehehey ihihihim Rohohomeo!"

"Well not today your not, today your my Juliet and your a cute one too".

Virgil smirked seeing that his teases were working since Roman's blush seem to grow bigger.

"Are you gonna give up now?"

"Nahahaht aha chahahance!" Roman yelled.

"Hmm ok" a little disappointed that Roman hadn't given up yet.

"AHAHAhaha! Nohohoho rahahasbeherries!"

Roman's laughter just shot up when he pushed his tunic up and started blowing raspberries.

"PleaheheHESE!" squeaked Roman.

Virgil stopped the raspberries and just went back to tickling his belly.

"Are you gonna let me be Romeo now?"

Roman looked exhausted from giggling and looked up at him.

"Fihihihine ihihif yohohou prohove thahat you cahan doho ihihit" he said with his giggles.

"Ok great" Virgil gave a warm but annoyed smile.

He got off Roman.

"Hey you know you have a very cute smile"

"U-umm, Virge?"

"Oh sorry that was my inner Romeo talking" said Virgil as he gave Roman a wink.

"If that's all you got then your far from being a better Romeo than me-"

Roman stopped talking when he felt himself being lifted up from the ground.

He looked up only to find himself in Virgil's arms, he was surprised at Virgil's strength.

"Would you be my Juliet~?" Virgil said in the most romantic way possible.

According to how red Roman's face was and the fact he was lost for words and kept sputtering nonsense he won.

"How'bout now? Are you gonna let me Romeo? he asked once more.

Roman groaned maybe Virgil can be a better Romeo than him.

"Fine you can be Romeo, but only this once" he muttered.

Virgil smiled, and set Roman back on his feet.

"Ok let's do this, Roman go put on the dress" he ordered.

And with everything set in place the pretend play was ready to begin. But that whole time they were playing Roman was blushing bright red. Virgil just chuckled and snickered at his reactions. After today he'd definitely want to play the role of Romeo more and Roman's complaints wouldn't get in the way.

Hiiii this is the end! Hope you enjoyed sowwy if there was a couple mistakes. Have a nice day :D 

Oh Happy New year! Hello 2021! <3

[bunnykitty13]

Whenever someone says love at first sight it needs to be followed with 700 paragraph essay to validate it BUT hearing PAULIE be somewhat aligned with love at first sight makes me heart go HJaHhsgKgaJfJa😭💖💕💝❤💖💕🥺💝😭❤🥺💖💝💕❤💖💕💝🥺 i would still love a 700 paragraph essay just abt Paulie's feelings tbh....................

i am still always completely shocked any time anyone asks me to talk abt my ocs cuz im like WAIT U ACTUALLY CARE???????? D’:

its prolly super obvious by now paulie is my favorite to talk about so ive got a TON to say about him (including his crush on eliot), which i’ll put under the cut!! 

the powah of ADHD made me write 1,315 words about their love story so BE WARNED it’s a whole lot. like A LOT x_x

paulie met eliot when they were young kids, and connected immediately!! when i say ‘love at first sight’ it’s a little vague cuz paulie didn’t truly fall until they were tweens!!

king gabriel’s (eliot n jason’s dad) magic gave him the ability to see foggy glimpses of the future in his dreams, and when eliot was born he saw a glimpse of paulie’s bakery, and paulie + eliots wedding! the images were vague since the future isn’t absolute, but gabriel wanted to make sure that this future would come true. so he brought little eliot on a trip all around the kingdom (which was really just his way of finding the bakery), and when they met it was almost like a fate thing, since the bakery ended up being super close to the castle itself!!

plus, king gabriel totally loved edna’s pies and treats so they became regulars: which means paulie and eliot developed a friendship pretty quick!

the scene where paulie truly falls in love is pretty bittersweet, cuz its when eliot has his first major break down at around 12 years old. paulie takes a major risk and sneaks eliot out to walk in the rain with him super late at night. it really hurt them because it made them both realize this was something they can’t do all the time. 

it would be one thing if it was just paulie sneaking into the castle, but bringing eliot out is something he could be SEVERLY punished for, and he knew this very well. yet seeing eliot smile mattered so much more to him and when he did, thanking him with teary eyes, paulie was like. uh oh!!!!

so after that point he wanted to see eliot more and more, which was harder since the king hadn’t been around for a few years and eliot was banned from leaving the castle. he’d make sure to sneak out at night and see eliot every chance he got, and even developed the night guard’s trust because of how frequently he’d visit. (and, his pastry bribes shhh). 

but the thing is, paulie had some major self esteem issues. some from being introverted and not having many friends growing up, and some from his dad leaving at an early age. he didn’t think eliot could ever like him back, so he kept quiet about it. and of course, there’s the cliché of not confessing because you don’t wanna lose your best friend.

to cope with this, he developed the mindset of “i love you so much, but i don’t deserve to be with you. so i’ll show my devotion to you by making sure no one can hurt you.”

this isn’t a healthy way to think and allowed his jealousy issues to fester, and associate anyone with romantic intentions towards eliot with horrible scenarios that made paulie panic. eventually this does come back to slap him in the face when eliot meets liam.

by the time liam is in the picture, eliot had JUST turned 20 and paulie 22, so this had been going on for a bit. eliot realized on his 20th birthday (which is a very cute scene i’d love to draw sometime >w>) that he does want paulie romantically. but because of his storybook mentality that i’ve mentioned previously, he wanted paulie to tell him first and sweep him off his feet like a prince charming.

and by this point, paulie had started to realize that he’s being unintentionally cruel. eliot is finally free after the queen’s sudden death, and it would be wrong to hold him back from pursuing whatever he’d like to pursue. he’s too insecure to see that eliot wants to pursue him yet, but he makes an attempt to express himself at Jason’s coronation festival because he felt he had nothing to lose, what with eliot and liam’s spark.

and it fails, miserably. he begins to tell eliot how he feels but stops, because he sees liam over eliot’s shoulder in the distance. liam, who is being nothing but genuinely kind and the kind of prince charming (literally, he’s a prince) that paulie KNOWS eliot has always dreamed of.

it makes paulie stop, and think that he could never be that good, and that maybe he really doesn't deserve eliot. so he brushes off his confession, and this is the first crack in their relationship.

before this, liam actually noticed in paulie and eliot’s interactions that they’re absolute pining IDIOTS, and made the decision already to let eliot go gently before they became anything.

and this also goes really, really badly. 

because in eliot’s mind, paulie had rejected him. and eliot was pretty insecure as well to begin with, so to be “rejected” twice in a row by both of his romantic interests breaks his heart.

liam has a talk with paulie about being honest, and it actually does get through to him a bit. but this happens after eliot starts to crash, so when paulie approaches him again he’s pretty distraught. it’s really their first fight and it happens at a HORRIBLE TIME, cuz for plot reasons shit starts to fall apart.

so the major story conflict begins before eliot n paulie can sit down and work through their miscommunications, but still have to go on their adventure/arc together. its awkward and tense and so unfamiliar to them, but right as they begin to lightly talk about things, paulie dies.

like, actually dies. 

context would require me to explain a lot of the plot, but basically eliot triggered a trap, which triggered an arrow, and paulie realized what was happening and pushed him out of the way without a second thought. it went straight through his lung, so he basically drowned and it was not pretty. 

so because its my story and magic is epic, I BRING HIM BACK YAYY. blood magic is a thing that exists but its heavily frowned upon, cuz the success rate is like. below 5% and usually does more damage. like nevermind necromancy, its just not a good idea. but eliot is completely desperate, and does it anyways. because he’s particularly skilled in magic, and with a shit ton of luck, it works.

and when paulie wakes up and they finally have a moment of peace to talk, it doesn’t really go well. eliot is really upset that paulie would do something like that, and asks him why he did. paulie still can’t bring himself to tell the truth, even with his second chance at life. this causes a pretty intense argument, and my trope loving ass decided that this is when they’d have their first kiss.

 it wouldn’t be soft and romantic like they both wanted deep down, it’d be sad and desperate. just doing it because they realized they could, that luck is the only reason they can. it’s something bittersweet like when paulie fell in love with eliot, but more adult and more depressing. because now, they can do this all the time but yet are still afraid to just tell the truth. They eventually just collapse, defeated and not saying much else the rest of the night. and oh yeah there’s the looming threat of the end of the world and it really sucks >:’/

Despite kissing and somewhat addressing their feelings, this is the second crack in their relationship. It wasn’t a very productive convo so its kind of left hanging until they catch their next break later on in the story.

 I’m actually still workin on that next step, but this is what i have of their love story so far!! They end up talking through everything, and i’ve been thinking about letting them go on a REAL journey together once the conflict is resolved!! Like on a boat traveling the world together or somethin! Just cuz i think it’d be cute ;w;

And ofc… married n then babies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! coughs

[ravenoftheskyes]

Mako-fam (a pq2 fanfic)

{Made another commitment to @thieves-in-the-palace so let’s go! (It’ll be a short fic I said, I’ll only hint at my ships I said. I might actually write a sequel to this focused on 20XX) Rated T, for strong language, “slight” (Ha, this thing is flooded with ship content) Okijuma, Yukichie, Souyo, Pegoryu, Annshiho, Yukamitsu, Junpei x Chidori and Akimina[just gonna shove a bunch of ships in here. I actually hit the tag limit.] and spoilers for Ticket 32}

Makoto Niijima, a girl with three families. One, the Phantom Thieves. Two, the Investigation Team. Three, SEES. Though she didn’t exactly know about the persona part. Until now.

They’ve just rescued the IT from Junessic land. Except for Yosuke. But they’ll have to find him later.

“Goro, can I speak to you for a second?” Makoto asks the brown-haired boy next to her.

“Yeah sure, in the theater?”

“Of course”

They walk over to the Kamoshidaman theater and plop down into the seats.

“FUCK, GORO! AUNT CHIE AND AUNT NAO HAVE PERSONAS?!”

“I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!”

They screamed for about another five minutes before they calmed down.

“Okay so, we just have to act normal. We can deal with this. It’s just Aunt Chie and Aunt Nao.”

“Yeah, I mean what are the odds that Uncle Aki has one too?”

*A.I.G.I.S*

“Goro, can I talk to you? Please?!” Makoto almost yells out, letting the slightest amount of panic into her voice.

“Yeah... sure...”

As they walk back into the Kamoshidaman theater, Goro‘s eyes start to widen. He’s finally comprehending.

“UNCLE AKI HAS A PERSONA?!”

“FUCK, MAKOTO I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!”

“YOU THINK I CAN?!”

Another five (20) minutes of screaming later...

“Okay, so our entire family has personas. We can deal with this.”

“Makoto. Uncle Aki just used an honorific on you. He never does that. It’s always either Mako-chan or Makoto. Same thing with Aunt Nao and Aunt Chie. And the rest of the family.”

“...I still remember how proud Aunt Nao was when they started calling you “the second coming of the detective prince”. She literally screamed out “THAT’S OUR BOY” when you were on tv. She was so happy.”

“Ha, remember when on your 15th birthday Uncle Aki and Aunt Chie gave you brass knuckles? Sae was so pissed”

“And then they got me Steel-toed boots and taught me how to do a roundhouse kick!”

“Do you still have those?”

“I never go anywhere without them.” And she pulls the brass knuckles from her bag.

“We’ve just got to bite back a few nicknames, and we’ll be fine.” Makoto whispers.

“Yeah.” Goro says back to her, with a small smile.

*ticket 32*

Makoto’s talking to Haru.

“Mako-chan, you’ve got to be a little less reckless! I don’t have my grenade launcher here to protect you!”

“I know, Haru. It’s just that I can’t help it when I see someone hurt my family.”

“Hmm...” Haru says, with a contemplative look on her face. Makoto wonders how she got this lucky to have this beautiful and sweet of a girlfriend.

“I guess I have Ren to thank for that” she thinks

And then Elizabeth talks about a new special screening.

“Maybe this is our chance?” Akihiko says to Chie.

Oh god oh no oh fuck- Makoto thinks

“Huh?” Chie replies to him

“Remember what Makoto said?”

And suddenly, Makoto’s having a flashback.

“Makoto, learning close-combat battle’s all well and good, but you need to learn a proper diet. Don’t eat meat 24/7 like they do” Naoto says to a younger Makoto.

“Aw, come on Naoto! Steak’s delicious!” Chie fires back.

Makoto smiled, a rare occurrence since the death of her father.

“Hey, look! She’s smiling!” Akihiko said to the other two.

“Aww, you’re so adorable, Makoto!” Chie said to her.

“I’m 13! Not three!”

Akihiko laughed, and said “I think she’s been hanging out with Ken too much.”

“Now come on! Show me a kick that could punt someone into the stratosphere!”

“Chie-!”

“Watch me go, Coach!” Chie says, and Makoto’s violently thrown back into the present.

“Heh! My fists have been aching for some action. Time for a one-two punch into the finishing blow!”

“*sigh* Whatever you say. Let’s just get going for now.”

As they’re walking, Yukiko walks up to Chie.

“Chie, you’re starting to scare her. Calm down a bit. I mean, you barely know her and you’re calling her Coach!”

“I’m sure she’s fine!”

“...I still can’t believe you’re my Prince Charming.”

“Ha! No take-backs, Yukiko! You’re my princess and I’m your Prince!”

And then Yukiko falls into a laughing fit.

And right behind them, Goro and Makoto are having a panic attack conversation

“I can’t believe they’re asking you to train them. They taught you everything you know!” Goro says, shocked.

“I know!”

“...Don’t you already know their weaknesses?”

“Yeah, Aunt Chie moves just slow enough to sweep her stable leg out and if Uncle Aki gets riled up enough he exposes his stomach.”

“Then fight them!”

“That’s not actually a bad idea...”

“There it is! Let’s get in there and land the first strike!” Akihiko yells.

Goro rolls his eyes and says “There he is. I was wondering when he was gonna go battle crazy.”

“Roger that, I’m ready to learn from the best!”

“And there she goes...” Makoto whispers

“...Wait, there’s no road!?” Chie screamed

“Whoa!”

Goro was barely able to restrain his laughter

“Calm down, you two. First, we need to assess the situation. See the enemy���s orientation. Gauge it’s speed, movements, and position. Observe, then predict its actions.”

This time it was Goro’s flashback.

“Come on, Goro. You need to observe. Predict their actions.” Naoto whispered.

“She’s right. Now, come at me!” Akihiko told him.

“Wait!” Minato walked in. “Use this!” And he handed him a wooden rapier.

Goro’s eyes glittered. “It’s just like the ones heroes from those movies use!”

“Très Magnefique!” Mitsuru exclamimed. “A one-handed sword!”

“Babe, Mitzi, come on. You know that the best weapon is a pair of fists.”

“You’ve got Makoto, let us have him!” Minato said to him.

“Come on, Lances are the best weapon to use!” Minako said, as she walked in.

Everyone in the room shot her down.

“You have Ken!” Chie said.

“What about me?” Ken said as he walked in.

“Nothing, we’re just arguing about weapons again.” Minato said to him, with a small smirk on his face.

“Nothing beats a Katana!” Yu said as he walked in.

Yukiko said, “You’re all wrong! Fans are easy to hide, and they can pack a punch!”

“Yukiko. My princess. I love you, but you’re wrong.”

The squabbles between them brought a sweet smile to Goro’s face. He had a family.

“Okay, come on! This is how you use a sword!” Minato said, and Minato and Mitsuru did a demonstration on sabers and swords.

“Let’s go, Chie! I’ll race you!” Akihiko said to the brown-haired girl, just as Goro’s flashback ended.

Makoto backed up to join Goro.

“Think we should join them?” She asked

“Of course we should, Queen.”

And they both bolted off to join them.

*after the ticket*

“So, a special diet, huh? You know they’re gonna cave. Aunt Nao’s been trying and failing for years.” Goro whispered to her.

“I know, but I might as well give it a shot, huh?”

Meanwhile, in the background, Minato and Yukiko are chatting.

“God, why is she so similar to both of them? They never told us what year they were from... Do you think that maybe they left us for each other or something and had her?” Yukiko said to him.

“No... that’s crazy. At least I hope not.” Minato replied to her.

“I mean, if they’d be happier with each other, then I’d accept it. Because I love her too much to not see her happy.”

“Yeah, same.”

“Ugh, I’m weirdly jealous. I mean, it might not even be true.”

“Yeah...”

And a few more battles in ??? later...

“Ugh!” Yosuke said, as he collapsed in a heap.

“Partner!” Yu said, as he took out the shadow and bolted to Yosuke’s side. “Yosuke, are you alright?!” His voice going a few octaves higher than it normally would.

Makoto gets another flashback.

“Partner?” Yu asks a half-asleep Yosuke, as they watch a movie. “Come on, we’re with Makoto and Goro. Weren’t you the one who wanted to watch this movie?”

Yosuke plants a sloppy kiss on Yu’s cheek

“Yeah, but I’m tired. I mostly wanted an excuse to spend time with you.”

Yu had the tiniest hint of a blush on his face.

Makoto and Goro stopped watching the movie in favor of watching the romcom taking place right next to them on the couch.

“P-partner please there are children watching”

“Aw, getting flustered already?”

“Mako-chan! Behind you!” Haru screeched out

Makoto dodged it and kicked it in the face to kill it.

“Thanks, babe!” She yelled to her as she got back onto her feet.

Akihiko walked up to her, and asked “Are you alright?”

“Yeah thanks u- Akihiko-san”

Phew, that was close she thought to herself.

Meanwhile, back to the salty s/os...

“She cut herself off. She was going to call him something different. It seems more and more likely that Akihiko’s her dad.” Yukiko muttered.

“Earlier, I think she did the same thing to Chie.” Minato whispered back.

“I’m so fucking jealous”

“God, same”

“Ooh, my brother’s jealous, huh?” Minako said, as she popped in.

“Minako-!” He said back to her.

*back in the theater*

Hikari clapped her hands as she welcomed them back.

“Yeah! No sweat! Eff those shadows!” Ryuji said as he threw his fist into the air.

“I still don’t understand why you can’t just say fuck, like the rest of us.” Chie said to him.

“Well, you see...” Ren started. “My boyfriend here is a total momma’s boy. We love him for it. His mom told him to never say fuck, so he doesn’t. He loves his mom. And so do we. She’s basically all our mom now.”

“Yeah, I still remember the look of horror on her face when I said it around her!” Ann said to everyone else.

Ren planted a soft kiss on Ryuji’s cheek.

“Ugh, why is everyone so affectionate here?! I miss my sweet Chidorita...” Junpei exclaimed.

“Oh yeah, same. I miss Shiho so much. I should take her out for crepes when we get home.” Ann said.

And then

“Whoa, the room just got a bit colder...”

“I can feel it. Someone’s salty.”

“It’s coming from... over there!” And Junpei points to an obviously pissed off Yukiko and a Wildcard Mode Minato.

“Okay, what are you two so salty about?” Ann asks them.

And then Minato does his catchphrase. “I don’t care”

“Aw, are your s/os not paying enough attention to you two?” Ren teases.

Minato’s hand slightly curled and the other three protags show their shock.

“Guys! What has you all going insane?!” Ann screams out.

“That thing Minato did with his hand? That’s the wildcard equivalent of ‘I’m gonna cut a bitch’” Ren explains.

“...That little hand thing?”

“Yeah!!”

“Okay, but that still leaves the question, why?”

“That, I don’t know.”

“I’m just going to say it!” Yukiko says, with barely restrained anger

“Makoto, what were your parents names?” She asks.

“Wait! Hold the fuck up! If you’re thinking what I think you’re thinking, you’re wrong! I’m Ken’s age! I’m not the child of anyone here!” Makoto screams out in a single breath.

“Oh. Well now I just feel like an idiot.” Yukiko says.

Minato rubs the back of his neck with his hand and blushes just the tiniest bit.

And Makoto gets another flashback.

“Hey! Uncle Mina! Didn’t you say that Aunt Mitzi and Uncle Aki were teaching you french? Could you help me with my homework?” Makoto asks.

“I’m... not very good, but alright.”

“It’s just a reading assignment. We’ll be fine.”

Goro gives a small smirk from where he’s sitting on the dorm couch.

“What is it supposed to be?” Minato asks the girl.

“I don’t know, just read it!” She yells out.

“Okay, okay!” He chuckles as he starts translating it

“My love, your hair is as soft as a flower’s petals, yet your heart is thorned. Never to let anyone too close. I’m glad that you let me and everyone else into your heart. I never thought I had an eye for beauty, until I saw your face. I’ve traveled the world, and yet I’ve always wanted to come home to you. You’re a warrior. And I’d like to fight by your side until the end. So, will you be by my side forever? Love-” Minato choked on the last word. He dropped the letter and slammed his hands over his mouth. He turned around, not quite trusting his voice. There, Akihiko Sanada sat, blushing so hard that it seemed he might pass out. Minato thought a nod yes would suffice. It did. The entire dorm went up in cheers and everyone was excited for the newly engaged couple.

Makoto loved that memory. She always thought it was romantic, the way he proposed.

So when she saw them on the couch, Minato asleep on his boyfriend’s shoulder, she was happy knowing that a couple who fights together, stays together.

But there’s something more important to do, soon. After Minato wakes up.

After he does wake up, Makoto finally challenges Akihiko and Chie to a fight.

“A fight?” Chie asks her

“Well, a training bout.” Makoto says. “Both of you, against me.”

“If you insist.” Akihiko says, and he throws a punch that Makoto dodges easily.

“Too easy! Give me a challenge at least!”

Chie throws out a kick. Another dodge. And Makoto takes out her leg from under her.

“Huh!” Chie screams, as she collapses into a heap.

“Chie!” Yukiko screams from the back.

“That’s one down!” Ren screams from the back.

Another punch. Makoto pirouettes out of the way.

“That all you can do?!” She taunts him

Akihiko’s temper gets the better of him. Makoto smirks. He leaves his stomach exposed for a split second. Makoto throws as much force as she can behind a punch directly to his gut

Makoto shakes out her hand, as Akihiko goes crumbling to the floor.

“Damn. I’m impressed.” Mitsuru says from the back. “Are the two of you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine” Chie tells the redhead.

“Same here.” Akihiko says as he brings himself to his feet.

And then their eyes start sparkling. Makoto’s bombarded with questions.

Makoto and Goro have the same flashback at the same time.

“Alright, is everyone ready?” Minako asks the kids, who are holding wooden weapons. She kicks off a training match between Goro, Makoto, and Ken.

(Everyone knows Ken’s going to win, but it’s good experience for the others.)

Unfortunately, Ken forgets that this is a training match. He puts too much force behind his hits and accidentally knocks Makoto’s arm so hard that he dislocates her shoulder.

“Ow, damn!” She mutters out, not wanting to seem weak.

“Sorry, sorry!” Ken yells as he throws the wooden lance to the side and runs over to her.

Yukari runs over to her side and starts to examine it. She sighs in relief. “It’s okay, we just need to pop it back in.”

The entire dorm sighs in relief.

Yukiko plops down on Makoto’s other side, and grabs her hand.

“Look at me, alright?” She tells the girl.

Yukari pops here shoulder back in, which gives her pain for a split-second, until a cool, soothing sensation permeates her body

Looking back on it now, Yukari had probably used diarahan on her.

“-oach? Coach? Coach!” Chie’s voice snapped her back to the present.

“I’m sorry, I got distracted. What were you saying?” She asked the brown-haired girl.

“Makoto, are you feeling alright? You seem a bit out of it.” Akihiko asked her.

“I’m fine” she says. She’s a liar.

*another run in ??? later*

“Makoto-san, I’ve been wondering. How did you learn to be so good at riding a motorcycle?” Mitsuru asks her.

You taught me! She thinks

“Johanna taught me. She is a part of me after all!” Makoto quickly says, trying to act casual.

It seems to satisfy the red-headed executioner, as she walks away.

Flashback time~

“Mitsuru, I swear to god if you take her out on your motorcycle-” Akihiko starts

“She’ll be fine! We’ll be with her!” Yukari replies

“That’s what I’m worried about! Mitsuru, you once used a pileup as a ramp, and Yukari, you once took a sharp turn on an icy road so fast that we almost skid into another car!”

“Just because you can’t handle the way I drive-” Mitsuru starts

“You once told me ‘I paid for the whole speedometer, I’m using the whole speedometer!’”

“Exactly!” Yukari replied to him.

“...I’m not going to talk you out of this, now am I?”

“Not even close!” They both replied, in unison.

“You two are perfect for each other... just don’t get yourselves killed.”

And that was the day that Makoto learned how to ride a motorcycle like a maniac, with a crash course from Mitsuru and Yukari.

Makoto literally drives herself off a tree.

“Mafreidyne!” She screams, and takes out the shadows.

She returns her mask and walks with the rest of the group.

Surrounded by all three of her families, she thought that this alternate dimension thing might not be so bad after all.

[thiefcat-niao]

Ending the Session (Chapter 3)

Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh!   Characters/Ships: Gemshipping (Thief King Bakura/Ryou Bakura); Ryou Bakura, Thief King Bakura, Atem, Yugi Mutuo, Zorc Necrophades Rating: T Length: Chapter 3 / 3; 4100 words

Summary:

Into Ryou’s lonely apartment comes a spirit, an ancient power that speaks and manifests through the Ouija board kept beneath the bed. It calls itself Tou, and claims to be human. Ryou believes.

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Ryou Bakura, with shaking hands, unfolded the Ouija board. He fumbled to light a single candle, then tucked the lighter into his pocket. Though he'd set his phone to silent, he saw Yugi's name flashing again and again on the lit screen.

"Tou? Tou, are you here? Please, answer me!"

The room grew suddenly less empty, and Ryou felt a sweeping sense of relief as the pointer began to move. "im here... as you command...”

Ryou laughed breathlessly, almost hearing the sardonic tone. "I did something I shouldn't have, Tou. I—I wanted to know who you were."

"you could have just asked..."

"I figured you wouldn't answer."

"youre probably right haha..."

Ryou laughed weakly. "I have a friend—he comes from Egypt."

"figured out that much eh..."

"Yeah. But I couldn't find any records of someone called Thief King, on the internet, and so I asked my friend. He comes from Egypt, and travels there at least once a year, and he's an Egyptologist, actually, so I figured—"

"the point..."

"Well... my friend, he says he knew you. In a previous life."

There was a beat of silence, and then the pointer moved slowly in the shape of a question mark.

Ryou swallowed. "His name's Atem. He says he was the pharaoh, when you were alive."

The spirit didn't react as violently as Ryou would have expected; indeed, when the pointer finally moved, it all but crawled across the board. "so pharaoh atem lives again in this time..."

"He thought you might hurt me. I told him that you wouldn't, that that was ridiculous, that you would never, but he didn't believe me. He says he's on his way here, now, and I don't know what to do."

Again the spirit was silent for a long moment, then asked, "did almighty atem tell you anything specific about me...”

"No," Ryou lied, without hesitation. "He seemed... really freaked out, though."

"understandable..." was the pensive response. "we didnt see eye to eye the pharaoh and i...”

"With a title like Thief King, I can image not."

"haha... thats true... it was a bit worse than all that though...”

He said you were a demon... Ryou almost admitted it, but the sheer absurdity of the thought kept him from verbalizing it. "I know you're a good spirit, Touzokuo. No matter what happened, in the past."

There was a long pause, the air heavy with the spirit's presence. Ryou waited patiently, and felt a faint warmth hover over his hand when the pointer finally began to move.

"im not worth that type of faith nedjem...”

"But you are. I'm sure of if. I can feel the goodness in you," Ryou insisted.

The pointer moved restlessly, for a moment, and then spelled out, "thank you... ryou bakura...”

A pounding sounded at the door, then, and Ryou looked up sharply; didn't take his hand from the pointer.

"Bakura!" That was Atem's voice from just outside the front door. The pounding came again, harder. "Open up! Open the door, Bakura!"

"Are you okay, Ryou-kun?" came Yugi's voice. "Please let us in!"

"I wish..." Ryou whispered, feeling his hands begin to tremble; he placed both of them over the pointer. "I wish we could share a meal, Touzokuo..."

"so sweet nedjem..." was the reply, spelled out slowly. "but this is for the best... we have to say goodbye for now..."

"They'll take the board!" Ryou objected, tears in his eyes as he shook his head. "I won't! I won't say goodbye! I'll leave the board now, I'll leave the door open, and—"

"dont—" The pointer moved forcefully. "do not ryou... dont do that... do you understand..."

"Ryou, please!" came Yugi's voice, again.

There was a tremendous thud, and Atem shouted, "I'll break the door if I have to, Bakura!" Again, a crash that shook the house and undoubtedly woke a few neighbors. "Answer me, Bakura!"

"ryou dont—" the spirit said, jerking the pointer forcefully towards the "goodbye" in the corner of the board. "r-y-o-u-r-y-o-u-r-y-o-u-r-y-"

"You aren't a demon!" Ryou wailed, looking around the room as if he could see the spirit. Atem slammed into his front door again, and the wood creaked. "I won't believe it!"

A force seemed to hold Ryou's hands to the pointer, but it was weak—insistent, desperate, but feeble in the physical world. Ryou wrenched his hands away from the board and the pointer soared for "goodbye." It skittered to a halt just short of the word, and Ryou thudded back with the force of his own momentum. Atem threw his shoulder against the door again, and the cheep wood gave with a crash and shower of splinters.

"Bakura!"

"Ryou-kun!"

Ryou Bakura, however, was fixated on the board. It had begun to vibrate, and a strange little vortex of sand started to form above it even as Atem and Yugi careened, colliding with the door-frame and with each other, into the room.

"Great Ra, you didn't—!" Atem shouted, above the increasing, unnatural sound of wind. Yugi hurried to Ryou's side and helped his friend up, but Ryou pushed away when Yugi tried to pull him toward the door.

The sand began, slowly, to take form—to take the form of a man. A red robe cracked into being, scattering sand, and the man shook his head to scatter the grains from his mop of gray hair. He looked down at his powerful hands, at his chest, exposed beneath an open robe, and at his board shoulders. Then he looked up, a huge grin twisting the gruesome scar that marred the right side of his face.

"Great Anubis, I'm back! Look at this!" He held out his hands again, examining their backs and spreading his fingers. "I have missed this body so damn much!" Then his gaze fell on Ryou, eyes and smile softening to something that could only be called tender. He spread his arms. "Ryou... great gods, you are so stupid... so kind and so beautiful and so brave and so incredibly stupid... I told you not to..."

"Stay back, demon!" Atem snarled, as the Thief King moved towards Ryou. The Thief King stalled; blinked, and then began to laugh raucously. Atem indulged in looking insulted.

"Bwahahaha! You're just as tiny in this lifetime, Pharaoh! No luck in that genetic draw, ay? I think you've lost an inch or two, since we last met!"

"Fuck you," Atem spat, making a visible effort to stand straighter. "I'll kill you again, where you stand."

The Thief King's eyes widened, suddenly, and locked on the third person present, visible over Atem's shoulder; his face lost it's mocking grin, along with most of its color, and he breathed, "Prince?"

"Prince?" Yugi echoed, in confusion, and Atem moved between Yugi and the Thief King.

"Leave him out of this, monster!"

"My prince..." the Thief King breathed, and then dropped down to one knee despite Atem's furious objections. "You two are together, then... thank the gods..."

"You filthy, bastard thief!" Atem's fist drew back. "Murderer!"

"Stop!" Ryou grabbed Atem's arm as he threw all of his weight into the punch. They both lurched sideways; Atem had to fight to stay on his feet, but managed it, and flung Ryou off. Ryou yelped; fell, but never hit the ground.

Instead, he landed against the chest of the Thief King; he felt powerful arms close around him and turned to look up at that scarred face.

"Oh god, you're handsome..." Ryou breathed, before he could check himself. The Thief King blinked, dark red rising into cheeks.

"Release him, demon!" Atem shouted, and the Thief King granted him a baleful glare.

"I'm no demon, Pharaoh," he sneered, his lip curling as he set Ryou back on his own feet. He kept his hands on Ryou's shoulders, though, and Ryou didn't pull away. "I made a deal with a demon. My soul is fused with a demon. But I'm not a demon. There's a big difference, there."

"Your soul...?" Ryou breathed, and the Thief King looked down at him.

"I told you not to let me out, Ryou. I told you. If I get out, then he gets out, too."

"You make it sound like you had no say in the matter, Thief King," came a new, rumbling voice that shook the apartment walls. The Ouija board began to vibrate again—to bounce about madly on the ground. The Thief King drew Ryou closer to him, protectively, and Atem crouched slightly, head swinging around. "I never forced your hand. You made that deal with me, three millennia ago, of your own free will."

"And then you consumed me!" the Thief King snarled. "That was never part of our agreement!"

"You were a fool, to think you could hold my will at bay," the voice said, with an otherworldly chuckling. "Your bad judgement isn't my fault. I never said I'd let you keep any of your own identity."

"You never overwhelmed me, not completely," the Thief King growled, tightening his grip on Ryou's shoulders. "And you won't now, after three millennia." Ryou, without thinking, reached up and folded one hand over Touzokuo's.

"Couldn't even get rid of me in death..." the demon said, laughing again. "And then..."

"Shut up, monster!" the Touzokuo roared.

"... You swear up and down that you regret it, that you hate me, and then you go and make another deal with me, after all these hundreds of years!" The demon bellowed with laughter.

The Thief King closed his eyes; looked down, and whispered, "Three thousand years is a long time..."

"You'd make contact with a mortal, and charm them, and get them to let us both out! And then we'd both have our freedom, and you'd have your body back, and I'd have the body of whatever fool you got to open up the portal!"

Touzokuo tightened his grip on Ryou, who'd begun again to tremble. "I told him not to..." he breathed, then raised his head. "Three thousand years is a long time, but I'll take three thousand more! Not this one, Zorc!!"

The demon's laughter swelled; gained a manic pitch, and he shrieked, "Too late for that, Thief King!" The whole apartment rocked, and Touzokuo scooped Ryou bodily up. Though aware that it was probably not the time to be concerned with such things, Ryou couldn't repress a flustered wave of embarrassment as he was pressed against the Thief King's chest. A second later, the apartment floor buckled; shattered up, and Touzokuo shifted his weight expertly to keep his footing on the shards of carpeted concrete. Yugi screamed, but it was drowned in moments by the sounds of the collapse and the demon's cackling.

Ryou shut his eyes; clung to the broad-chested man who held him, and breathed in the musky desert scent of a distant Egyptian past.

The impact of landing jarred Ryou's eyes back open, and he heard the shrill shriek of the woman who lived in the apartment below him. He gasped; choked on the dust and debris, and coughed. Touzokuo's grip on him tightened almost uncomfortably. The neighbor woman paused for breath; continued to scream.

"This... is lovely..." came a chortling rumble of a voice, and Ryou looked up. A huge, draconian shape towered up through what was left of his bedroom floor; a thick, armored tail smashed into the wall, breaking through into the neighbor woman's living room.

"See, Pharaoh?" Touzokuo called over, as Atem heaved himself out of a small pile of rubble; Yugi staggered up beside him. "Not me! Clearly not me! Zorc and I are definitely not the same thing!"

"Separate, perhaps, but certainly connected." Zorc lowered his upper body to leer down at the Thief King, malevolent violet eyes glowing amid his deformed face. Touzokuo glared back, unflinching. "Selling your soul isn't without it's consequences, you know."

Ryou felt the Thief King's chest heave suddenly; clutched questioningly at Touzokuo's red robes. Touzokuo staggered; placed Ryou down, gently and deliberately, as he retched again, then sunk slowly to his knees. Zorc reached down; extended a clawed digit.

"Kneel."

Touzokuo's body lurched forward and he vomited sand and blood, one hand hitting the ground for balance. Ryou cried out and crouched beside him as the Thief King crumpled, a moment later, to his elbows.

"Damn..." Touzokuo breathed; grit his teeth and snapped, "Damn it, Ryou, why'd you have to let me out?!"

Zorc laughed as Ryou flinched back, then swung to face Atem. "I remember you—the Pharaoh! Strange how fate brings us all back together, millennia later... And even Egypt's young prince..."

Yugi straightened, even as Atem placed himself firmly in front of him. "Atem, tell me what's happening!" Yugi implored. "I had a past life with you, didn't I? Why haven't you told me?"

"Because he can't bear to recount the tragic tale of Prince Yugi of Egypt!" Zorc chortled. "But now that Prince Yugi's murderer is back among the living..."

"That's you, monster, not me!" Touzokuo snarled, pointing at Zorc. "I was only after gold! A thief! You were the killer, the demon!"

Zorc, with an almost disinterested look, flicked one claw downward, and the Thief King slammed into the ground with a curse.

"Leave him alone!" Ryou shouted, and Zorc swung to face him.

"Wait your turn, little sweet. I'll deal with you in just a moment."

"Stay back, Ryou..." Touzokuo murmured, struggling to pull himself forward, even slightly. The sight made Ryou's heart twist.

""i cant take much more of this ryou..." the spirit had said. "of being dead... i want to live again... id give anything..."

"being alive is the greatest thing... even if youre in pain... even if youre suffering... even if you have to struggle for every breath... its worth it... take it from a ghost ryou... its worth it"

"Leave him alone!" Ryou said again, striding forward towards the demon. Atem gave a shout of objection, rushing forward and grabbing his shoulders. Ryou struggled against him. "Let go of me!"

"You can't fight something like that!" Atem snapped. "We have to run!"

"Run?!" Yugi demanded, making Atem jump. "And exactly where would we go?!"

"Egypt," Atem answered, his eyes wild. "There are artifacts, there, that can—"

"Atem, we can't make it all the way to Egypt with something like that chasing us!" Yugi said, exasperated, with a gesture toward Zorc.

"He'll make a useful distraction," Atem declared, motioning to where the Thief King still struggled to lift himself from the ground. Touzokuo grinned sardonically.

"However I can be of service, Pharaoh..." he wheezed out, and Ryou wrenched again at Atem's grip.

"Then I'll stay behind, too!" Ryou snapped, and Atem rounded on him.

"Don't even—!" he began, but was cut off by a scream—Yugi's scream. "Yugi!"

Zorc's hand swept in; plucked Yugi up, like a doll, and held him aloft. Atem instantly released Ryou and started forward.

"Did you expect me to just wait until you finished your little quarrel?" the demon asked, with a chuckle that rattled what was left of the walls. Sirens shrieked in the distance. "Pity... look at the dear prince struggle..."

"A-Atem...!" Yugi cried out, and then gasped in pain as Zorc's grip around him tightened.

"Damn...!" Atem's hands formed fists, but it was a largely useless gesture. He closed his eyes. “Great Ra not again!”

Ryou’s hearing faded, as he watched Zorc give Yugi a sadistic little shake; he heard Atem’s defiant shouting, but only faintly. Turning, he looked at the King of Thieves—at the resurrected spirit, Touzokuo, driven cruelly to the ground beneath the weight of the deal he had made; struggling to rise despite the hopelessness of it.

With a strange lightness, Ryou started forward; walked, calmly and deliberately, toward the demon-god Zorc.

“Bakura! Get back!” That was Atem—Ryou ignored him. “Bakura!”

“Ryou...!” Touzokuo’s cry was far more tremulous; it didn't suit him, and it pierced Ryou's heart. But he didn't look back at the King of Thieves.

"Zorc?" Ryou called up, and the demon rumbled; Yugi choked as Zorc's grip tightened around him.

"Yes, little one?"

"Would you accept me as tribute? Will you release Touzokuo's soul, if I give you myself?"

"Ryou!" Touzokuo shouted again, and then cried out roughly.

Ryou didn't turn to see what had happened; kept his gaze on Zorc Necrophades. "I'll give you my body. So please, release him."

Zorc chuckled—a deep rumble that made bits of rubble bounce against the ground. "What gives you the impression that I wouldn't take that for myself, regardless?"

"Wouldn't my willingness make it simpler?" Ryou asked. He couldn't feel his feet touching the ground. He slid one hand into his pocket; held the other out in a gesture of surrender. "I offer myself as tribute. Isn't that what every god desires the most?"

Zorc laughed again. "Perhaps... perhaps." He let Yugi fall—a violent thing, Yugi's body striking the ground before he had the time to gasp out more than half a cry. Atem screeched his name, but Ryou didn't look back; didn't allow himself to look at Yugi, either. He just began walking, again, toward Zorc. "Come, then. I'll use your body to finish the job and kill your precious friends."

Ryou heard Touzokuo choke out his name once again; didn't let himself dwell on it. He concentrated on the slight scratch of wood against his chest, and ran his thumb over the smooth plastic of the object in his pocket. He couldn't afford an unsteady hand. He couldn't afford to flinch.

Zorc's flesh was like decaying crocodile hide; it reeked of rotten meat, and Ryou held his breath as Zorc allowed him to step into his palm. Ryou staggered down onto one knee as he was lifted close to the demon-god's face, but he stared into the blazing hellfire eyes without flinching; didn't allow himself to look away. His pulse quickened.

"So, little sweet..." Zorc rumbled, and licked his lips. He brought Ryou closer—close enough to be bathed in the demon's rank breath. "You'll—"

Ryou moved—his left hand yanking the pendant from around his neck, his right jerking the lighter from his pocket and flicking the wheel. The amulet—the one he always wore during sessions, the one made of anise seeds and holly and rosemary and St. John's Wort all wrapped up in a dried, woven amaranth plant—caught fire like the kindling it was. Ryou flung it, with all the strength he had, into Zorc’s open mouth.

For a second, as the flaming object flew, there was perfect stillness. Ryou watched it sail into the dark cavern, dimming in the dank shadow, and then it struck the back of Zorc’s mouth in an explosion of color and sparks.

Zorc roared; threw his head back and dropped Ryou, both hands flying up. As Ryou fell, he saw Zorc’s throat erupt in blazing rainbow, as though fireworks had been set off inside it. His body felt weightless, and it occurred to him that the fiery explosion was beautiful; his white hair whipped up, obscuring his vision, and he braced for the coming impact.

Ryou thudded into something soft; heard a pained, “Oof!” and felt something crumple beneath him. Bits of putrid demon-flesh came pattering down, followed by larger chunks, and Ryou was vaguely aware of being bundled backwards. Zorc’s body was beginning to steam, noxious miasma making it difficult to breathe, and Ryou clapped his hands over his mouth and nose.

“Pharaoh!” came Touzokuo’s rough shout near Ryou’s ear. “Have you got the prince?”

Atem shouted an affirmation, and Ryou felt Touzokuo pick up speed. There was a cacophony of wet crunching, then a tremendous crash behind them, and Touzokuo staggered. Atem reached the front door first��which the neighbor woman, presumably as she fled, had left wide open—and darted out into the hallway. Touzokuo was right behind him, though he stumbled again.

“I can walk...!” Ryou said, and the King of Thieves let him reluctantly down. Hand-in-hand, they raced after Atem toward the stairwell. The sirens were ear-splitting, by then, overpowering the sound of people shouting and screaming. Atem struggled with the door to the stairs, his arms occupied with Yugi; Touzokuo shouldered him aside to open it, but let Atem go through first. Once Ryou was through, next, Touzokuo slammed and locked the door behind them.

For a moment, there was only the harsh sounds of breathing—everything else muffled slightly by the stairwell. Yugi had regained consciousness, though he still appeared dazed. Atem set him gently down, then jerked his head towards the downwards steps.

“Back to our place. Now.”

Atem didn’t wait for acknowledgement, simply started downward.

Touzokuo glanced at Ryou, who nodded; squeezed Touzokuo’s calloused hand. “We can’t stay here,” he murmured. Together they followed Atem, slipping out of the building. Most of the emergency vehicles were crowed on the main road, in front of the building, so it was easy to slip through the back allies. The apartment that Atem and Yugi shared was only a couple of blocks away, and together the four of them ran. Touzokuo's hand never left Ryou's.

Atem motioned them all toward a side entrance of the building, pushing Yugi and then Ryou though the door. Touzokuo released Ryou's hand at last, pausing to stare at the once-King of Egypt. Ryou stumbled to a halt, turning back, but stayed instinctively silent as the two stared at one another.

"Get in," Atem said, jerking his head.

"You trust me enough to let me into your house?" Touzokuo asked.

Atem gave a harsh laugh. "Only if you trust me enough to enter. I've killed you once already."

Touzokuo's lip curled. "Fair."

Atem scowled; said, "Get in!" again, and this time gave Touzokuo's shoulder a rough shove in that direction. Ryou hurried forward to intervene, but Touzokuo only chuckled as he complied. Atem closed the door behind them, then let Yugi lead them up the stairs.

"You aren't hurt, Ryou?" Yugi asked, as he ushered Ryou and Touzokuo into the apartment.

Ryou shook his head; watched as Touzokuo wandered into the living room, but then turned to Yugi. "No. A bit shaken, that's all. You? That was a nasty fall you took..."

"I'm fine, I'm fine! You were incredible!" Yugi grasped Ryou's hands. "You took him down! We all would've...!"

Ryou shrugged, growing slightly uncomfortable with the praise. "I mean... I summon spirits. I've thought about worse-case scenario before. I was prepared, that's all."

"Prepared to fight a demon-god?" Touzokuo asked, from where he'd plunked down onto the couch. "Y'never would've needed to if you hadn't let me out, though."

"That wasn't an option!" Ryou said, surprised by his own insistence. Touzokuo, too, seemed mildly startled, and didn't argue.

"You," Atem said, pointing to the King of Thieves. "You don't leave this room. I don't want you snooping around my house."

Touzokuo held up his hands. "As the Pharaoh commands."

Atem scowled, but then turned and stalked into the kitchen. Yugi followed, leaving Ryou to shuffle over and sit—lightly—beside Touzokuo. He glanced over; met the Thief King's limpid gray gaze.

"Are you alright?" Ryou asked softly.

"I can hear myself think clearly for the first time in three thousand years," Touzokuo said, his voice warm. He smiled, and it wasn't an entirely nice expression—it was close, though, and Ryou felt himself soften.

"I'm so glad."

... ... ...

Two weeks after the incident, Ryou moved into a new apartment—the old one, for reasons that remained unknown to authorities, had been destroyed by a demonic entity. In those two weeks of investigations and paperwork and insurance claims, Yugi and Atem had been good enough to loan out their couch to him.

Ryou didn't miss his old apartment. It had always felt a bit empty, a bit dark, sadness hanging stagnant in the air. The new apartment felt alive.

"It'll be weird not sleep smushed together on that tiny lil' couch," the King of Thieves crooned, coming up behind Ryou. He wrapped his arms around Ryou's midsection and gave it a little squeeze. "I like having our own kitchen, though."

Ryou hummed in agreement, skewering a piece of beef and offering it over his shoulder. Touzokuo snapped his teeth down on the chopstick, then murmured with delight at the taste. He swallowed, then kissed Ryou on the cheek.

They shared supper at their dining room table, then retired to the bedroom. Though it wasn't as small as the couch in Atem and Yugi's apartment, the full-size bed was still cozy and intimate, and they cuddled together beneath the blankets.

"I love you, Ryou..." Touzokuo breathed, nuzzling into the crook of Ryou's neck.

Ryou laughed softly; kissed Touzokuo's forehead. "I love you, too. I'm so glad you found me."

Touzokuo scoffed. "Idiot... just... no Ouija boards in this house. Ever."

"Never," Ryou swore, and he meant it. There would be no need.

[alastheatlas]

Why Klance/Laith Will Probably Go Down - Masterlist

I know how season 7 broke many of us. We had a lot of expectations and this season, while beautiful and otherwise good, certainly failed at some points.

However it isn’t the end yet. Hopefully season 8 will resolve at least some of our disappointments. But when it comes to klance/laith, I’m pretty sure we’re going to see something happen. Nothing has to happen however. But I’m just saying, based on all of the things listed, it just simply makes sense that it would.

This is just a show so whatever happens happens. But I'm just saying I'll have faith in laith until if the very last second of the show tells us any different. And here’s why.

Are you ready? [CONTAINS SEASON 7 SPOILERS!!]

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but first some lecturing lololol

WHATEVER HAPPENS AND WHICHEVER SHIP BLOWS OUT THE BIG CANON IN THE END IS FINE. IT'S JUST A SHOW. A SHOW THAT DOESN'T EVEN REVOLVE AROUND ROMANCE. If you can't handle that then you can go bite ass. Oh and also, Don’t spread around hate or threats or any shit like that. You should know better. Just enjoy the show as it is. And yes, this applies to if your ship becomes canon and if it doesn’t. Spreading hate and threats are never okay. Accept whatever the outcome of the show will be, and let people ship what they want. This isn’t your story and you shouldn’t become sour just because it doesn’t go the way you want it to go, and if it does go the way you want it to go, don’t rub it in the faces of those who wanted something different.

Just be mature and decent guys, it really ain’t that hard.

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ANYWAY here's my half-assed list of why I believe klance/laith will be endgame by the end of the series:   

[I REPEAT THIS CONTAINS SOME S7 SPOILERS]

Let’s begin with some random stuff:

Lance’s one-sided rivalry with Keith seems to... have something a little extra about it.

The blue and the red star in the astral plane?? Do they hold a deeper meaning??

The bonding moment. It could be seen as platonic, but... The colours and the lightning y'all... Interesting choice. (Also... that a//urance parallel in season 6... Coincidence I think the heck not, purposeful I think the heck yes)

Keith being seemingly really impatient for Lance to come out of the healing pod after the bonding moment, and then appearing to actually sulk for having to wait just a small moment.

In one of the comic books Keith says that he’ll be training and suggests that maybe Lance should too, maybe or maybe not wanting to hang out with Lance and trying to create an opportunity, and then seems to become upset/disappointed when Lance rejects the idea.

Lance talking to the mice about his crush on Allura could honestly pass  as him talking about Keith as well. 

Honestly though was Lance flirting/trying to impress Keith as pointed out here x?

They really pulled the stuck in the elevator trope lmao.

This doesn’t actually have to do with anything but I still find it a funny parallel with Lance rejecting Keith by denying the bonding moment and Keith rejecting Lance and denying him a proper greeting and hug after returning. Are they even now? fuhidsdfu top 10 anime betrayals

The Feud episode (here are the s7 spoilers!!)

Lance chose Keith (read more here x). Look, listen. This was pretty gay. To put it briefly, Lance’s reasoning was kinda weak and he could’ve honestly as well have chosen Allura here. But... he didn’t. And then he seriously says that Keith is the future which is like honest foreshadowing (especially considering how unnecessary it was for him to say that part, at the very least in that way). And then to deliver the final blow he drops that soft smile (a la bonding moment) on us. I don’t care what happens in season 8, this moment was gay af. If I’m stretching a little bit this scene could be viewed a little bit like Lance choosing between Keith and Allura (looking to the side and then the other, pondering, choosing Keith).

Keith chose Lance (same read more link x). Again to put it briefly. We know Keith seems kinda grumpy here. You know what we also know? Keith doesn’t dislike Lance, and he cares about the fate of the universe, therefore invalidating his answer. His body language and expression alone said it all; he closed himself off. He wasn’t comfortable sharing the real reason why he chose Lance. Keith no doubt knows what Lance is capable of. He trusts Lance. Keith chose Lance for a reason (or several reasons), and him ‘not wanting to be stuck for eternity with him’ is definitely not the reason why Keith voted for Lance to escape. Worthy mention of Keith being the quickest here to choose and to finish.

Bii. Boh. Bi. Y’all. This shit. Call it a funny coincidence but the answer was “bi” and the Bii-Boh-Bi kept gesturing towards Lance basically during the entire thing. Call it a stretch if you want, but I have no regrets reaching for this cup. And call it a crack theory at this point but Bob tells the Bii-Boh-Bi “Maybe you could help this dum-dum out”, so this drink tastes like whatever-this-episode-even-was wanted to give Lance a shake. The name game wasn’t even valid. You can be bad at names and bad at remembering faces and still be incredibly smart. None of the games showed Lance actually being unintelligent. And Lance actually did very well in the last game, and I can tell you that game was confusing af so I’m impressed. With this in mind my arm has personally elongated so far that maybe Bob calling Lance ‘dumb’ here wasn’t a jab at his intelligence. Ok hi my ankle is broken but it was worth it. 

Interesting scenery colours and rainbows:

There are several cases of these, but they’re mostly subtle. I’ll leave some examples.

That one episode in season one (is it 06? or 07? you know the one) that is literally the bi flag. We have a lot of Lance in this ep.

In this ep we are also accompanied by at least two rainbows, one when Lance and Nyma fly across the water and another at the end when Keith teases Lance. (Honorable mention of Keith arguably checking Rolo out in this episode lol, we see u Keith x)

That episode when Lotor plays around with the paladins on that planet with the explosive gas, and when the team has split and Keith nears Lance with his lion and no kidding that's the bi flag as a background right there (upside down).

The very obvious, big ass, very not subtle rainbow that's seriously plastered on Keith in the season 7 trailer.

Random rainbow over Keith here as well

The scene where the paladins are in some galra place or something and Lance is sharpshooting and looking down at the others. Background + Lance’s suit + his gun = bi flag colours. 

Funnily enough in this scene when Keith shows up and starts fighting the galra robots (or whatever those things are) and Lance goes ‘I had that guy!’ he looks wayy too long at Keith. Like. Way too long.

Ogling/gloating and jealousy?:

“I’d recognize that mullet anywhere” I’m sorry but if that doesn’t sound like someone has been ogling then I don’t know what.

Again I’m sorry but Lance’s reaction to Keith when he returned wasn’t of the straightest caliber.

Still, when Lance keeps looking at Keith fighting for several solid seconds when he’s supposed to be shooting down galra robots. Parallels a//urance in a way a little bit too when Lance looks at Allura fighting and goes ‘that was awesome!’

But Keith isn’t all that better, apparently

Keith. Out of all people. Stops mid-battle to smile at Lance when Lance shoots away a knife heading towards Keith. Not noticing Axca coming up behind him and then almost getting his ass kicked by Ezor.

After the bonding moment Keith arguably seems like he's jealous when Lance starts flirting.

(Here’s some more hehe x)

How Lance being jealous when Keith is involved could actually be interpreted as ambiguous. It is never actually clarified who he’s jealous over. why not both

Really though the "Jealousy, thy name is Keith" from the comic could possibly be more true than it lets on (though not as you think, Lance).

Honestly I’ll never get over these danking looks:

Lance you’re excused but Keith?? What?? Is that face?? The boy flirted with a girl and ran off and got his lion stolen and you had to get it back for him and you make THIS face?? (Also I think this is the same face 80′s voltron Keith did at Allura at one point?) 

Lance you’re no longer excused. He seriously looks like he's daydreaming of prince charming coming and sweeping him off his feet. (Also remember the face he made when talking about Mrs. Blue Lion x?)

KEITH. HONESTLY. WHAT.

Legit there are no excuses for any of these expressions.

Now for some parallels, some weaker some stronger:

[x] (Krolia/Texas and l0tura parallels, with a dash of Zarkon/Honerva)

[x] (a//urance and l0tura parallels)

[x] (s7 spoiler!), Might and might not be a reach but a//urance parallel (same energy lol))

[x] This entire scene (they make a great/good team). Let’s not forget the little hand glasp Lance does.

[x] (tlok parallel)

[x] (atla parallel)

[x] (atla and tlok parallel) Insert Lance in this context lol

[x] (tlok parallel)

[x] (a//urance parallel)

There are so many parallels tbh I can’t

Allura honestly parallels Keith so much and she LITERALLY plays Keith in the coalition shows

[x] Lance talking about Mrs. Blue Lion vs talking about Keith

[x] (l0tura parallel)

A//lurance and klance/laith paralleling with how both Keith and Allura lectures Lance about the coalition shows not being about the show but about the people 

Some romantic mood parallels:

The previous blue paladin with a (blushing) male galra

Now lets move on to some interesting stuff from interviews and the cast and producers (no sources or direct quotes because I’M LAZY:

We all know about the art Lauren drew with Lance and Shiro holding up the lgbt sign and the theory that goes with it.

Bex pretty much confirming that there'll be lgbtq rep in voltron through a sinister laugh in that vid (we know now this to be true bc of Shiro, but there might be more to come?.. or unfold hehe if you catch my drift). Voltron having lgbtq rep has also been brought up before at interviews. I THINK there’s been hinted that there’ll be a little something something between two characters? Not sure tho

Bex also either confirming or shooting down klance/laith during another vid BUT most probably confirming. You know that vid. Reasons to believe: 1. It was dubious, since we don't know which of the questions she shaked her head to. 2. High Hopes by Panic! At The Disco was playing in the background. 3. I don't think she would actually openly deny a ship when she could have just ignored the question, much less making it so dubious.

Kimberly: "Friendship" (may or may not actually imply something within the future of the show, or if it just was @ the thorsty klancers)

We know that Lance will have an endgame (and Keith happens to check all the points of what’s been said about that endgame)

Lance will end up somewhere different than he thought at the start (he wanted Allura at the start, and Keith certainly would be someone different than he'd thought).

What he wants isn't necessarily what he needs(/gets?? I don't remember lol) (and we know he wanted Allura. plus the lion exchange becomes a pretty interesting topic here, as further talked about here x). 

What he needs/wants is someone who’s self-assured and who knows who they are (I think it was) and hey look Keith is back! (who just happens to fit these criterias more than ever).

The plain fact of how Keith and Lance's arcs actually just seem to intertwine so well.

Also adding that klance/laith interview lol. With the "natural progression" thing and that. And also when Lauren said the only incompatible thing about Lance and Keith is the shipname 'klance'. 

Lance’s milkshake bringing everybody to the yard.

It’s been said that Lance remembers the bonding moment but wasn’t ‘emotionally ready’ for it, whatever that could possibly mean 👀 

And apparently there’s more story to unfold... 

Which may or may not be related but sure makes this a hella lot more interesting (I find this cup worth reaching for ok)

(lmao if you seriously think the folding thing was an accident)

I’m not saying that the pic necessarily implies klance/laith but it certainly implies something with them. Which will be. Interesting.

Some interesting theories:

[x] Regarding the “Red lion” and the “Blue lion”

[x] Keith’s vlog and some interesting tagging

[x] Some possible, interesting foreshadowing?

Highkey Lowkey scared this is actually foreshadowing (from a comic, Keith is the one saying ‘isn’t that love’, and Lance is the other one)

Also some reaches because we love long arms:

[x] Rivals to friends to lovers foreshadowing lol

[x] Interesting... Funny coincidence?

[x] I know I know but honestly you can’t deny his face here

[x] I’ll also add this while I’m at it because I can 

(s7 spoiler ahead) Look this is just an interesting concept ok, but in episode 2 in s7 when they’re splitting up in that tunnel, Allura goes one way and Keith goes the other. We see Lance going last, slowing up and almost seeming to take a little time to choose, before going the way Keith went.

So uhh yeah here’s my grand, half-assed take on it. Season 7 can come bite my ass if it doesn’t happen, I’ll be on the lookout until the very last episode of season 8. Klance/laith may or may not happen. But I strongly believe it will and honestly that’s just what makes the most sense to me. 

But yeah reminder that ships doesn’t have to be canon for you to ship them, and if your ship becomes canon you should not harass others about it and you shouldn’t harass others if your ship doesn’t become canon either. All in all NO HARASSING. NO HATE. NO SHADE. JUST. BE DECENT. This includes to the creators and other people in the fandom both. 

Always be prepared for voltron to sock you in the stomach. Season 7 might very well do so. Season 8 might very well do so. Be prepared for your expectations and hopes and wishes to go completely out the window. But no matter how it goes, let’s just sit back and relax and enjoy the show as much as we can beyond our internal screaming.

In the end this is an intriguing story with aliens about family and being a team and it’s beautiful. So let’s just enjoy it, no matter what.

HAVE A BEAUTIFUL DAY

[g0ldpainted]

headcanons for the chocobros having a bigger (chubbier) s/o, but they find out she has rlly soft skin ?? (esp on arms n hands if u wanna be more specific, cause that fits to me p good lol)

Hey Anon! Thank you so much for your request! c:This was so much fun to write because I actually really relate to this :D

Once again, my headcanons became kind of long - but I just couldn’t stop. xD

Regardless of that, I hope you enjoy them! :3

After Noctis is a read more (just in case it’s not showing).

Noctis:

First of all, he absolutely loves his S/O 

Everything about them is beautiful 

He doesn’t see chub, he just sees them for who they are: a beautiful, lovable dork that matches him perfectly 

Oh God and he loves squeezing their thighs, clothed or not

Actually, he just loves squeezing pretty much everything 

But the second he touched their bare arms for the first time.. Holy shit.. That made it all the more intense

His calm is all gone

The prince is impressed

The prince is in shock

The prince is in utter disbelief

For a few seconds, he stops moving his hands on their arms and just looks at them

Then he slowly continues moving his hands, rubbing their softness 

“Holy six..”

He just can’t believe they’re as soft as they are

“Am I dreaming?“ 

As his hands wander down their arm, he also stumbles upon how soft their hands are

Rip Noctis 2k17

He immediately takes both their hands in his and rubs his thumbs along the back of their hand

He. Can’t. Let. Go. Of. Their. Hands. 

He’s absolutely mesmerized 

“You’re softer than anything I’ve ever felt - and trust me, I’ve had the privilege to feel a lot of different materials.”

SOS! Noctis cuddle mode activated

S/O is now officially promoted to be his body pillow

Preparing to go to bed? You bet he’s going to sleep cuddled up to their arms all night while also holding on to one of their hands

Or maybe watching a movie on the couch? He will rub their arms or the back of their hands the entire time

From the second he touched their soft skin, his feelings went into overdrive 

The prince loves to nap and now he has a tremendously soft S/O to nap on!?! Jackpot!

“Mmh~ I love you SO much”

They’re his absolute weakness: their body, their skin, their smile - pure perfection

And now that he discovered they secretly had the softest skin all along - he definitely has to check if there’s more

This boy just wants to worship his soft deity

In the end, he couldn’t resist eating his favorite meal that night, if ya kno’ what I mean *eyebrow wiggle* I’m sorry I just had to, I won’t do it again in this post

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Prompto:

Weight doesn’t matter to him at all 

It’s all about character to him (Okay, unless we’re talking ‘bout Cindy)

He. Loves. Every. Ounce. Of. His. S/O. 

And he always ensures to let them know just how perfect they are

They’ve got insecurities? Prompto makes it his duty to make them feel better

He doesn’t ever want them to stress about losing weight like he did

Long story short, his S/O and him match perfectly

Due to Prompto’s shyness it took quite a few weeks before he stopped being hesitant about touching them

He just didn’t want to put pressure on them or make them feel uncomfortable 

Let’s be real, this sponge simply doesn’t have a lot of experience with relationships 

But oh man, did he regret not actually touching his S/O before…!

The second his hand reached their soft arms, he melted

He himself has quite soft skin but their skin is heaven

And he blushes SO hard -  fangirls, too 

It’s a good thing they’re currently at his place

“Oh my, holy astrals, you’re so soft!" 

He hugs them, squeezes them tightly 

Giggles - he actually giggles from happiness

His hands rub up and down their arms, then he pulls them into a tight embrace

He is SO clingy, so all over you

"Awwh! This is so cute (SO/N)!”

Just when he thought he had calmed down from that high, he brushed against the back of their hands

Sure, they held hands before - but only briefly and he was probably too nervous to notice their softness

But now he’s absolutely freaking out

He holds up their hand and rubs is against his cheek

“I think I just found a piece of heaven.”

Even though he never tried sleeping on them anyhow, they were promoted to his heavenly pillow just then

Big Spoon Prompto would run his hands along their arms before falling asleep

Small Spoon Prompto would sleep on their arm 

(y'know - he’s flexible, he’s up for both)

Just in case they planned on going out that day; his S/O better prepares for lots of PDA: Gentle kisses and nips on their arms as he hugs them from behind

He’s so playful and loves anything involving touching their bare skin

He can’t get enough of them and he wants to make up for all the time he was being shy

He’s absolutely in love with their softness

Ignis:

This man loved them the second he saw them

Their smile made his heart race

The moment they asked him about the way to the train station, he was a goner 

Through the first few days of their relationship, he was very cautious, assuming they could be hesitant about being touched

Basically, this guy believes in stereotypes - he read about them in books

But really he just wants to treat them accordingly 

Take your time, I’ll wait™

Eventually, he can’t keep his hands away anymore - and his S/O doesn’t want him to keep them away either

The second he finally fulfills his desire of gently touching them, his eyes widen and his mouth falls agape

And so their cuddling-session on Ignis’ bed turned into a stunning experience for him

They. Are. SO. Soft. 

Ignis.exe stopped working

For a good minute, he just caresses their arms

His eyes are fixated on their arms

He tries to come up with some biological reason as to why their skin is so soft

Once his S/O asks if he’s okay, he snaps out of it and lets go of them

Ignis.exe is not responding - he needs time to think

He’s a man that takes splendid care of his body, but this is something he never thought could be possible

There’s only one solution he can come up with

“May I ask what lotion you are currently using?”

Yup, Ignis can’t just appreciate their softness without finding out how something like that can be possible

Telling him the truth - that they’re not using special, extra expensive lotion - won’t satisfy him

He’ll continue touching their arm gently to ensure he wasn’t imagining it

“That sure is magnificent. A pleasant surprise.”

Their hand magically touches his cheek? Oi shit. 

Ignis.exe has crashed, Ignis has to be restarted

Soft-side-fluffy Ignis, the backup, appears seconds later

He’ll rub their hand against his cheek briefly before kissing them gently

His kisses trail up their arm and towards their mouth 

Cuddle mode switched on

He holds their hand close to his heart, their fingers entwined while his head rests on their shoulder

“Your softness.. It’s very charming, my love.”

As nice as he may sound, secretly he’s fairly jealous and wishes to learn from you.

Gladiolus:

This man might seem like the most judgmental one simply because he���s buff

But no. No. Gladio just wants an S/O with a beautiful aura and he definitely found them

Although he’s known for being quite the womanizer, he takes it slow with his S/O 

It’s because they were the first ones to sweep him off his feet in forever

Mr. Take your time, I’ll wait™ Part 2

Due to him not being into PDA, it so happens that they never held hands

Obviously they also never went past kissing

Blame Gladio and his inability to handle such a perfect S/O - even the womanizer still has to learn

Well, that all was until they went out for a movie night at the cinema

Oh boi. The extrovert suddenly becomes an introvert

Handholding in public already made him nervous but the softness of their hands just made it worse

He initiated it and he didn’t regret it but it just made his heart race

Good for him that the cinema is quite dark because his face is a crimson mess

He tries to hold back for the sake of not pressuring them anyhow 

But he’s dying to touch them more 

His thoughts are absolutely running wild

“Gladiolus, hold back. This poor person beside you is not expecting you to touch them further.”

He eases his desire by untwining their hands and putting his on top of theirs

Now he can run his hand along his S/O’s and therefore get a better feel

He’s internally freaking out about their skin, wanting to touch them more

Pays zero attention to the movie

Dies when his S/O cuddles up to him and puts their head on his shoulder

His hand accidentally slide up their bare arms and that makes him almost spit out the soft drink he’s been drinking

“By the love of the six, why is their skin so soft?!” - he keeps having internal conversations about it

As much as he held back all the time, all he wants is to rip their clothes off now

Not because of sex but because their body seems to be a soft wonderland he simply wants to discover

He wants to cuddle up to them, feel their softness against his face 

This guy is in love and feeling completely awkward in public

Prepare for an embarrassing walk home because he won’t be able to hide his blush then

Once they’re back at his place, he becomes more blatant again - yet still gentlemanly

No pressure - we can take it slow™

No sexual innuendos intended, he really just wants to cuddle

”You’re so incredibly soft.. I wanna cuddle you so badly.”

You bet that night he’ll be clinging onto your hand, pressing gentle kisses on it whenever he wakes up

[cincinnatiburn]

accepted - blaine anderson

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out of character information

hey, y'all! i’m ryan! i'm 22 and in the est timezone. i’ve been playing blaine for five years now and he’s currently my main muse! i graduated in may and recently moved back home to #findmyway. aka i’m always around while i get my life together. hit me up on skype or my main blog (ramirps). we’ll get wine drunk and plot together!

general statistics

BASIC

NAME: Blaine Devon Anderson. NICKNAMES: B. AGE: 29. BIRTHDAY: 04-04-1988. GENDER: Male. PRONOUNS: He/him. ZODIAC SIGN: Aries. MOTHER: Pamela Anderson, wine mom and LGBT ally. FATHER: Alan Anderson, Filipino DILF and total dickhead. PARENTS: Pamela & Alan Anderson, avid church goers and suburban socialites. FAMILY: The Andersons: Pamela, Alan, and Cooper. Not as picture perfect as their neighbors might think, but Blaine loves them anyway. SIBLINGS: Cooper Anderson, Blaine’s hotter and more successful older brother. His parents’ pride and joy.

LIFESTYLE

BORN: Columbus, Ohio. RAISED: Dublin, Ohio. VEHICLE: (Silver) 2014 Honda Civic. PETS: None. He has a 24 on/48 off schedule and works 56 hours a week. He doesn’t have the time to dedicate to taking care of a puppy even though he wants one. POLITICAL AFFILIATION: Democrat/Liberal. Left of center. RELIGION: Raised Catholic, now atheist. BELIEFS: Freedom to use hair product is a constitutional right. Size doesn’t matter. Katharine McPhee should’ve beaten Taylor Hicks in the fifth season of American Idol. MISDEMEANORS: None. Although he could’ve gotten one for stealing newspapers after his high school talent show. The local paper critiqued his abysmal performance of The Transcendental Études. He knew the piece was challenging. He didn’t expect to choke and embarrass himself in front of the entire student body. Disaster. He stole every paper in his neighborhood to hide the evidence in shame. FELONIES: Again, none. Even though his guilty pleasure crime show addictions have made him think he’s capable of murder. If only for the fun of the cover up. TICKETS AND/OR VIOLATIONS: None. He’s never gotten caught for trespassing at the Palace Theatre in Columbus. He loves breaking into dressing rooms when national tours come into town. The stolen souvenirs from these escapades are some of his most prized possessions. DRUGS: He’ll smoke a bowl in a social setting, but won’t partake in much else. Being around his friends while they do harder drugs doesn’t make him uncomfortable. It only bothers him if babysitting them becomes a hassle. He likes to enjoy his night out too. SMOKES: No, but he doesn’t mind being around the smoke or have a problem if someone does. It’s not a turn off. ALCOHOL: Grey Goose Vodka. Cosmos. Appletinis. Manhattans. Rosé. Champagne. If it’s fruity and alcoholic, he’ll drink it. He’s not opposed to knocking back a few beers with the guys either. At a pre-game, he’s the one slicing the limes and calling everyone over for tequila shots. DIET: He’s conscious of eating well most of the time. The baked goods on display when he stops for his morning and afternoon cups of coffee are his weakness. His sweet tooth is his greatest downfall. Who can blame him in a world where cronuts exist? AM hot yoga, his P90X DVDs, and boxing sessions at the gym help him work off the extra calories.

interview section

“let’s start off with some easy question, tell me a little about you, where you are from.”

Sure! I’m Blaine Anderson. Twenty-nine years young which is such a boring age. Can we please get this year over with so I can be thirty, flirty, and thriving already? I’m from Dublin, Ohio. I’m sure you’re familiar with it, we’re a suburb of Columbus. I’m also a Miami U alum and bleed red and white. Go RedHawks! While my degree is in business, I’m a certified paramedic and have found that saving lives is my true calling. Not all heroes wear capes, man.

“we’re looking at gay life in cincinnati in 2017. it’s not the usual kind of place you think up when talking about gay cities. what makes cincinnati so unique?”

Ohio may be a battleground state and swing red often, but not all areas are conservative. Cincinnati’s mayor is a Democrat and we’re ranked as one of the most queer friendly cities in America! Back in the day they called it “The Paris of America.” Romantic, right? Businesses welcome the LGBT community. Not to mention, there’s an anti-discrimination ordinance in place that gives me some peace of mind. Plus the Bengals stadium is here! What’s gayer than men tackling each other? I wouldn’t dream of living anywhere else in the state.

“it seems like a lot people here are split into two camps, sex positive and relationship positive, which camp do you fall into?”

I don’t subscribe to the notion that the two have to be mutually exclusive. I like to think I fall somewhere in the middle. Everything’s on a spectrum these days, right? Sex is a great time. Even better when it’s done with someone you care about. Cruising on nights out with the guys can be fun. Other times it’s draining. It would be nice to have a partner in crime to come home to after a rough day. I’m open to that if Prince Charming rides in on his valiant steed and sweeps me off my feet. Until then, I’ll settle for getting off when the opportunity presents itself.

“what is the most significant relationship in your life?”

My best friend, Sebastian. Nobody gets Seb the way I do. Sure, he’s a total asshole but despite his poor decision making and problematic choices, I care about him. Love him, actually. Even when he’s strung out on E and screaming out my sunroof at the top of his lungs in broad daylight.

“cincinnati seems to be a real up and coming gay city, so what’s next for you?”

Savings lives is tough work. We’re severely underpaid considering the long hours and nature of the job. Making ends meet on my salary hasn’t proven easy. Especially when you’ve got friends that want to go out every single weekend and some weeknights. I’m considering offering piano lessons to help fund my drinking budget. Teaching, working, and going out with the guys will have me booked solid. I guess I can pencil in some time to hunt for a future husband, but that’s on the back burner for now. Save myself the disappointment. I’ll think about starting a family when I hit thirty.