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puuuders · 4 months ago

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Used - Ghost oneshot

Smut - Minors DNI

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Terzo offers himself to three needy ghouls.

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Pretty short little thingymajig. Was thinking about this scenario. A lot. Hope you like.

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To say that Terzo was surprised upon feeling teeth bite into his neck from behind would be an understatement.

How could the ghouls move so silently and unseen? Terzo would never understand. He froze in his tracks, looking down as deep red hands took a firm grip on his hips.

"Alpha-" Terzo breathed out. The bite was firm, but not enough to break skin. A gentle nibble, mixed with licks, kisses and sucking. He was knowledgeable enough of the ghouls to understand the motive behind Alpha's gentle attack.

"You cannot do this, Alpha," Terzo gave a half-ass warning, "go find another ghoul."

Technically, Alpha did. Another silently moving ghoul began to circle the two, crawling on all fours. Delta's deep royal tail dragged along Terzo's robed legs, wrapping around his ankle as he placed himself on his knees. Terzo watched helplessly.

Then, another. The biggest of the three, Omega. It was as if these ghouls had planned this ambush, and their silent advancements told Terzo that they would not back down. He opened his mouth to speak, but the minute his lips parted, he was gagged by Omega's tongue. He groaned at first, before his eyes fluttered shut.

His wrists were pulled behind him. He did not even notice that he was going limp, his focus dedicated to Omega's taste. Along with that, he did not notice he was being dragged away.

Terzo remained trapped in this trance until the sound of a shutting door. He opened his eyes again, though he couldnt see much in the dark room. It did not matter. The ghouls could see. They all had their hands on him, one pair traveling up his still clothed chest, another down his hips, and the final at his ankles. Terzo could see Omega's bright white pupils staring into his soul, using his quintessence to acknowledge that Terzo had already submitted himself to the ghouls. Not only did he surrender, but Omega smirked in the darkness at the feeling of Terzo's enjoyment of their manhandling.

After his quick examination of Terzo's mind, Omega began to pull Terzo's robe up slowly. Alpha was a bit less patient. He grabbed the robe, yanking it away from Terzo's body, and promoting Delta to lift himself on his knees and begin clawing at Terzo's undergarments.

Terzo whimpered, his heart beating faster at the sudden change in pace. They were relentless, at least Alpha and Delta were. Biting, kissing, licking, grabbing.

He was torn from their hands, but only for a brief moment. Omega had scooped him up. He huffed, being placed gently on the bed, completely nude and presented before the ghouls.

Terzo pushed himself back on the soft mattress, his forearms sinking into the thick purple comforter he was lying on. With every inch he pushed his naked body back, a ghoul would inch further towards him. A fire ghoul in the middle. A quintessence to the left. A water to the right.

There was no more room to push back. Terzo did not know why he was stalling. He wanted this. The ghouls that were suffering from their own heat needed this.

Terzo felt warm fingers sliding up his thighs. Maroon fingers sliding up, and purple fingers crawling across his chest. He let out a shaky breath, finally letting himself lie down. Alpha, the fire ghoul, shifted to lay on his own stomach, hovering between Terzo's legs that were still bent upwards. Delta, the water ghoul, snaked around behind Terzo, his change in presence only being noticed by Terzo when his hands were confiscated by him from behind. Terzo jumped, startled, and then whimpered as he was restrained. The quintessence, Omega, crawled on to Terzo. He straddled his stomach, his tail resting to the side and hanging off the bed. Omega knew he was so much bigger than Terzo, so he sat on his knees, keeping himself from putting too much pressure on Terzo.

Omega let out a low growl, his hands crawling up to Terzo's chest. Before he reached his target, Terzo let out a shocked huff. Alpha’s tongue had found Terzo's tip in the darkness of the room, which was only illuminated by moonlight seeping through the blinds.

Omega's fingers grazed Terzo's nipples. He turned his head, mouth agape, before Delta leaned forward. He smashed his black lips to Terzo's, ignoring Terzo's whines and stuffing his tongue in his mouth.

If their goal was to ruin Terzo, the ghouls were succeeding. It was impossible for Terzo to focus on one sensation. Alpha's tongue swirling around his cock, Omega's fingers and lips expertly playing with his nipples, or the delicious taste of Delta's mouth. He could not last any longer than 5 minutes before Terzo was turned into a bucking, yelling mess. His thick, warm seed filled Alpha's mouth. Omega and his quintessence sensed his orgasm. He whipped his head around, growling with envy at Alpha. He removed himself from terzo, placing his hands on Alpha's shoulders before connecting their lips. He stuck his tongue inside, greedily stealing as much flavor as he could. Delta was satisfied with the taste he was receiving, though Omega would not allow him to miss out.

Omega gently placed a clawed finger under Delta's chin. He was forced out of his session with Terzo, leaving the pope huffing for air. Terzo was lucky enough to have a view from underneath them, watching the cum filled spit drip into Delta's mouth. With a whimper, Delta swallowed.

Omega removed himself from the bed, and soon Alpha followed. They were all still fully clothed. Delta was the last to remove himself from Terzo, teasingly dragging a claw down his naked body, causing him to shiver with sensitivity. They left in a group, shutting the door behind them, leaving their papa to lie there. Used.

#ghost #the band ghost #ghost bc #terzo #papa emeritus iii #omega ghoul #alpha ghoul #delta ghoul #nameless ghouls #ghost smut #terzo smut #papa emeritus iii smut #Nameless ghoul smut

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boombambaby · 3 months ago

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An opinion on sexuality no one asked for, and I’ve been putting off for a long time because it’s a little bit touchy for me;

I kind of refuse to put any label on Kuzco, and here’s why.

In the movie they portray Kuzco as flamboyant, feminine, sassy, arrogant, narcissistic and lazy before the big llama fiasco— which to some, automatically makes him gay, or as some people put it ‘a bi/pansexual icon’ or whatever.

The scene with the brides is and has always gone down as a ‘LOOK! Here’s the proof!’ that he’s gay because he’s so dismissive and condescending to them, and insists the match maker could do better. When in reality, it’s because he’s 17 IN THAT SCENE, and is more concerned with his upcoming birthday and the meeting with the peasant who’s hill he’s going to destroy to build a WATERPARK ON. Because he is a selfish little PUNK, and does not care about the bride stuff. At all. Not because he isn’t interested in women.

The brides thing is a tradition— a boring one at that— and while yes he has to marry to hold the throne, I’m of the mindset that it has been DRILLED INTO HIM from the moment he could walk that as Emperor, he is FLAWLESS AND PERFECT in every way, the ideal of the Incan people and a literal descendant of the Sun God— any potential bride he chooses should be AS perfect or flawless as he is, to carry on the Royal genes and continue the perfect bloodline. Which? If he thinks HE is the ideal and the most perfect Incan and a gift to all mankind, WOULD MAKE IT IMPOSSIBLE BECAUSE NO ONE WOULD BE ACCEPTABLE TO MARRY, since there is NO ONE as perfect as HE IS.

It literally says it in the song;

“The quintessence of perfection, that is he.”

“Years of such selective breeding, generations have been leading to this MIRACLE of life that we all know!”

I dislike the idea that BECAUSE he is a sassy man who at that point in time (before character development) had incredibly high, near impossible standards and no interest in following along with a boring tradition, is automatically assumed to be gay or at the very least, not the ‘western’ interpretation of straight or whatever else.

The scene was meant to portray him as an arrogant, selfish prick who finds enjoyment in belittling others and has little care for anything that isn’t himself or something that can immediately benefit him. It was supposed to give us an idea of what his personality is like, how cold and dismissive he is, not that he’s not interested in women or that he’s gay.

In Incan times the Emperor often had a harem of women at his disposal, marrying several who held his fancy, but his ‘main’ or primary wife would often be his sister and any children they had would be of the official royal bloodline since they kept it in the family, continuing on the perfect genes.

I don’t think it’s fair to classify Kuzco as anything based on the movie, because the only thing we saw of that nature was the bride scene and all of the sass he carries like a security blanket (bc it is but that’s a different Headcanon) and the fact that he doesn’t have a love interest, but WOULD have if the original adaptation (kingdom of the sun) had more influence on the very troubled finished movie.

#▒░ 𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝙵𝚄𝙽𝙽𝙴𝙳 𝙾𝚄𝚃! ░▒ 👑[ psa ]#▒░ 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙵𝙴𝙲𝚃 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙻𝙳 𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝚂𝙿𝙸𝙽! ░▒ 👑[ musings ]#▒░ 𝙰𝙽 𝙴𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙼𝙰 & 𝙰 𝙼𝚈𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚈 𝙸𝙽 𝙼𝙴𝚂𝙾𝙰𝙼𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙽 𝙷𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚈. ░▒ 👑[ headcanons ]#▒░ 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳𝙽'𝚃 𝚂𝙷𝚄𝚃 𝚄𝙿 ░▒ 👑[ ooc ]

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the-lightning-strikes-again · 3 months ago

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Lotura Week 2024: Day 1, Fairytales and Mythology

The Jinni in the Bottle

Rated: T

Lotor sits upon the beach, the waves crashing over his bare calves as he holds the strange bottle in his trembling hands. Behind him, makeshift living quarters out of his prison pod gleam in the three suns. “Come on,” he breathes desperately.

His lavender skin is darkened from many days of little shade, his skin scarred from grappling with the sharp bark of the planet’s trees and the fanged sharks of the waters.

“I sense the power within,” he says. His voice carries an unsteady edge as he struggles to open the bottle. “Perhaps you are a lost belonging of other previously stranded souls on this gods-forsaken planet. A civilization like mine that knew quintessence.”

He has grown fond of speaking to inanimate objects. The nearby rock structure is now named Varzax, and the bottle itself is quickly cruising toward a name of its own.

(But if he cannot open the bottle, he may end up naming it Annoying.)

With his Galran strength, he crunches the metal top and wrenches it away, tossing it into the tide. But as he peers into the bottle, instead of seeing a Balmeran crystal or other quintessence-based artifact, all that flies in his face is pink smoke.

Lotor coughs, then his eyes widen as the smoke storms out more intentionally.

The next thing he knows, a warm and hard body slams him down into the tide, lithe figures crunching in on his throat.

His claws protract.

He swings to attack his strange new opponent—only for another hand to slam his arm down above his head, splashing the water hard.

Lotor stares up into purple and blue eyes from a beautiful, feminine face as soft thighs press against his hips.

His cracked lips drop open as his cheeks flame.

(Surely, he has lost his mind.)

The woman’s white curls tumble down her shoulders, her flowing shirt and pants glittering with royal finery. “A Galran,” she hisses, alto voice twisted in fear and hatred. “With the eyes of Zarkon. You must be of his blood.” She looks up in paranoia. “Are there more of you?”

Lotor struggles for words as the magical woman holds him down, the tide washing over them. “Ah,” he says in mild disbelief. “Apologies, I’ve only had conversation with rocks as of late. I thought you’d be a stone, a fragment of quintessence.” With a wily move and twist of his unnatural joints, he slips his wrist away from her sharp grip, only to pat her face. “And you are far too tangible to be a hallucination.”

She sputters against his fingers, jerking her face away.

With a huff, she grabs for his hand and forces it back down. “I am no hallucination,” she declares haughtily. “Emperor Zarkon imprisoned me in that cursed bottle after overrunning my planet, and I have sworn to annihilate his blood for it.”

A little at a time, Lotor’s sun-addled mind catches up with the blush across his face. “A jinni,” he whispers. “That is what you are. A demon who must grants wishes for the one who releases you.”

The magical being holding him down tilts her head, her eyes swirling with the power of entire universes.

Her lips quiver. “And you are blood of Zarkon.”

Lotor huffs at her, half-amused. “Are you to kill me then, or will you grant me a wish as the one who has freed you?” He searches her eyes. “Admittedly, a death by your hand would be far lovelier compared to life on this planet.”

Water crashes against her, spinning her white curls as she sits in the water beside him. “Is that a wish, then?”

Lotor sits up, rubbing his abused throat. His face remains flushed by the memory of her heat upon him. “No. I wish only to know your name.”

The word wish revs up the power that emanates from her, of its own accord.

She hesitates before whispering, “Allura.”

He leans his elbows on his knees, not quite caring that he sits in his underclothes before her, having long lost his shame. “Why did my father also abandon you here to die forgotten, Allura? I wish to know it.”

Allura grows more apprehensive the more he uses the word wish. “I was a princess once,” she says, voice halted. “When he—when he invaded, I…gave up my mortal life in exchange for great power. But it came at great cost and with unusual weaknesses.”

Lotor searches her face again. “Yes, jinnis are easily captured and manipulated, according to legend.” His head tilts. “And yet also devious and wily."

She scoots away from him, as if suddenly realizing he is a man. “You will not wish for me to perform any sordid acts for you, son of Zarkon,” she demands in fear. "For the legends are true that jinnis make many regret their wishes."

He quirks an eyebrow at her.

And then tiredly, he leans his long arms on his knees and says, “Allura of the Djinn, I release you of the conditions that bind you to me. Your presence alone has given me my heart’s desire, which is simply to hear a voice besides my own.”

In that moment, the universe resettles around her, markings upon her face and arms lighting a bright pink before softening once more. She closes her eyes, her throat tightening with deep emotion. “You would release me so easily? Am I not some…some asset that your father wanted you to find?"

Lotor turns to glance out at the horizon, placing a hand over his eyes to block out the sun. “My father marooned me here after I turned against him. I suspect after his many years of pillaging planets, he forgot that he also left you here.”

Allura stares back at the crashed prison pod and clothes hanging to dry from a makeshift wooden structure. She swallows hard and repeats, “You turned against him?”

His wide mouth splits, revealing fangs, but humor does not light his eyes. “I tried to kill him. But I am not sure who is the weakest between us—my father for not killing me, or myself for not successfully completing my mission.”

It falls silent between them.

The demon princess eventually stands, the silver and gold strands on her pink clothes flashing in the light. “The Galra still reign, then.”

“Yes.”

She places a hand on her hips, pressing her full lips together as she paces in the water beside him. “You are a strange Galran man for returning my freewill to me,” she says. There is a sudden, demonic darkness in her eyes. “Now, I will decimate your father’s empire with the power of ages.”

Lotor quirks an eyebrow. “Oh, Allura,” he says in delight. “I’m afraid he’s still protected by his favorite little witch, who no doubt was the one to imprison you. If you are captured again, who will be there to reopen your bottle and free you from a lifetime of granting wishes?”

The woman steps back, face tight.

Lotor stands from the waters, his own white hair a tangled straggle. “Allura of the Djinn, I propose an alliance to take down my father once and for all,” he says. “So long as no one but me sees you, we could corrode his authority from the inside out—obtain the revenge we both desire.”

She eyes him now with genuine, wary curiosity. “In what way, son of Zarkon?”

There is a wildness and slight insanity in Lotor after a year of solitude. “Make me a prince once more,” he pleads. “With your infinite power, you can manipulate quintessence in ways that not even the witch can. You can build spaceships with a snap of your fingers and change my very appearance so that my father does not recognize me. Through me, you could wage war once more, without fear of your weaknesses being used against you.”

She is actively considering him now, softening. “What is your name, strange man who desires to be my marionette?”

“Lotor of the Galra.”

Her eyes lower to the tides, and then she glances back up, the power of the stars swirling in her gaze. “Very well,” she says, voice echoing. “I will raise you a throne, Lotor of the Galra, and I will provide you the weaponry to kill your father when he least expects it.”

She reaches out, her fingers kind as they press against his cheek.

The instant they touch, his lavender skin bleeds a soft brown, his white hair darkens to an inky black, and from his broad shoulders streams the clothes of a rich and powerful Altean prince.

“Just like this,” Allura whispers, before pulling away in admiration of her work.

Power fades from Lotor as he stares down at his brown hands, his sharp wrists lined with gold. For one brief tick, an aching revelry lights within him, for his entire life, he had been denied finery.

And then he makes a strangled noise as Allura grabs onto his collar and pulls him out of the tide. “Come along, marionette,” she says merrily. “Let us take down an empire and break a few hearts with your new face. We’ll have to think of a new name for you, of course. I once had a mouse named Chulatt, but I do not think that is the name of a prince.”

Water sloshes against his royal boots, his golden robes streaming behind him. “It is not,” he agrees, voice strained.

Allura’s grip is strong, even beyond that of a Galran’s.

And then just as quickly as she had conjured his new clothes, she waves her hand, and in the distance of the beach, a sharp-looking golden spaceship builds itself before Allura’s form itself wavers out.

Before he knows it, a little pink bird settles upon his broad shoulder, chirping at him merrily and preening his dark hair.

Lotor scratches at the golden circlet upon his forehead, his fingers blunt without claws. “Do you not think it is rather ostentatious for all things to be gold?”

The little bird chirps at him petulantly, and Allura’s alto voice echoes in his mind.

Oh, son of Zarkon.

If we are going to kill an emperor who also happens to be your father, then we are going to do so in style.

@loturaweek2024

#Voltron #Lotura #Lotor #Allura #Loturaweek2024 #umm I guess this is some version of Aladdin and the Genie's Lamp lol #idk I just let my fingers run with whatever for the last half-hour #there's just something about an Altean looking Lotor with a pink lil birdy on his shoulder going on a revenge scheme and looking fine #Catch me still preferring to write in present tense ever since my car accident #it's like it's my default now ahhhh #but excited for lotura week!#VLD AU

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genderlessghoul · 1 year ago

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I'm sick so this is purely self indulgent

(Please be nice, I don't usually write but I have a lot of ghoul thoughts)

Summary : Phantom gets sick for the first time, Dewdrop decides to take care of him. Nothing more than Ant being an oblivious dumbass and Dew turning into his mom.

Since his first day Top Side, Phantom was always one of the first ghouls awake. He'd already be sitting down at the kitchen table eating his toast when the others would start to slowly appear one by one for eggs or coffee or whatever they needed to start the day.

That morning, Phantom was not up before everyone. In fact he did not even show up at all for breakfast. The unusual change in behavior had one particular fire ghoul worried enough to pay him a visit after his meal.

Dew finds himself in front of the young ghoul's closed door, no light coming from under it and no noise coming from the other side. Maybe Phantom's still asleep. But he's never still asleep at this time.

The fire ghoul knocks after a few seconds of consideration. A small, almost inaudible whimper answers him. He turns the door knob and walks into the room.

The curtains are still closed. There's a faint halo of light emanating from the edges, just enough to cast a dim light on the bed. There lies a truly ridiculous pile of blankets, the only sign of the quintessence ghoul burried within being the gentle rise and fall of said pile. The room, which usually carries Phantom's scent of sunlight and chamomile, smells of something sour.

"Hey..." Dew starts, not quite sure how to handle the situation. He walks closer to the bed as he speaks "What's going on, what's wrong?"

"I don't know" the younger ghoul's voice is shaky and coarse "I just woke up like this. My head feels dizzy, I'm so cold and my nose" he sniffs loudly "it just won't stop leaking."

Now sitting on the edge of the bed, Dew is able to push away enough of the blankets to be able to see Phantom's face and make up the outline of his body. He's curled up on himself, completely shivering.

"Oh shit, I think you might have caught a cold for the first time. I told you to dress up warmer yesterday, it's getting chilly outside."

"How can I catch a temperature?" the tone of absolute confusion in his voice makes the fire ghoul chuckle against his better judgment.

"No baby, it's just a way of saying you got sick. One of the joys of living amongst humans, you can get diseases like them too. It's just a little virus, it'll pass."

"What's a virus?"

Dew's not sure how to answer that question. He's never been one to get into the sciences of it all. He's never been sick himself, one of the pros of being part fire ghoul is that his body runs too hot for most uninvited guests of the sort to thrive.

"I don't... Really know, I've never been sick... I guess it's a thing that lives inside you and tries to like... Kill you?"

"What???" Phantom gives out a truly pathetic squeak and another loud sniff "Am I gonna die? Is that why my nose is leaking, are my insides slowly liquifying?"

"Naaah, takes a whole lot more than a cold to kill a ghoul. But it's gonna royally suck to be alive for a couple days."

"Please just kill me already" the request is accompanied by a series of sad groans as the sick ghoul turns around to bury his head in his pillow.

"Oh don't be so dramatic" Dew gets up the bed and heads towards the door "Stay there, I'll be back."

He hears more groans as he heads into the halway towards the kitchen.

Phantom doesn't move after Dewdrop leaves. His head is in too much of a fuzz, it feels like it's about to explode. He feels truly pathetic and quite frankly gross, laying there with his snot slowly soaking into the pillowcase. When the fire ghoul emerges back in the doorframe, he's carrying a tray with a bowl, a cup, a box and a small container.

"Whas all that?" the quintessence ghoul inquires.

"Sit up" the older ghoul orders. Phantom obeys without arguing but not without a few pathetic whimpers. How dare he be asked to move when he's on the brink of death?

Dew walks back towards the bed and sets the tray on the nightstand before sitting next to his protégé. "That's chicken noodle soup in the bowl. It's the fake kind that come in an envelope but I swear it's just as good. I think the yellow powder's slightly radioactive, it might help kill the virus."

Phantom's eyes go wide and he doesn't have a choice but to explain to him that it's not, in fact, radioactive. The new ghoul is so gullible sometimes. It's adorable.

"The cup's mint tea. Real kind tho, Mountain would probably skin any of us for make tea the wrong way. But you know that. Box is just tissues, it's for your runny nose."

"I thought you said you never got sick?"

"I don't... Why?"

"Well there's a box of it by your bed. Is it in case Rain gets sick?"

"Yup that's it, it's for Rain, enough questions. And that small thing" he grabs the container from the tray and unscrews the lid, putting it directly below the other's nose. The smell is strong, Phantom throws his head back in surprise. "It's to help you breathe better"

Dew dips his fingers into the mixture and rubs it lightly on between the sick ghoul's collar bones. "Thank you"

"You're welcome. Now move over, I need space in there too."

"Hm?"

"Speaking from everyone else's experience, the best way to get over a cold is to cuddle up next to somethin' extra toasty" the quintessence moves enough to allow the older one to settle right next to him. He takes the bowl of soup from the side of the bed and places it carefully in Phantom's lap. "Eat it while it's still warm. Then we can spend all day napping and watching stupid movies, sounds nice?"

"Yeah... Sounds real nice" there the hint of a purr starting up in his chest. Maybe it's not all that bad if he gets the fire ghoul all to himself for an entire day.

#the band ghost #ghost bc #nameless ghoul #nameless ghouls #phantom ghoul #dewdrop ghost #ghost ficlet #dewdrop ghoul #phantom ghost #meerkat writes

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jiveyuncle · 2 years ago

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For a fic that only exists in my head ✨

Galtean Klance AU that leads to the rise of the Galra Empire

Plot:

Alteans are wary. The Galrans first arrive as refugees, learning and studying under the Alteans after they drained their own home planet dry. A generation has settled and integrated in with Altean society, and Galrans find themselves being accepted into positions of power.

Keith trains to become a part of the royal guard, butting heads with another loud, charming Altean trainee - Lance - who eventually becomes Allura’s personal guard. When a marriage is arranged between the princess and Lotor, Keith is assigned to protect Lotor, becoming the first Galran to achieve royal guard status.

While experimenting with Quintessence, Honerva glimpses a future in which the Galrans nearly wipe out the Alteans. Lotor brings this to Princess Allura’s and King Alfor’s attention, but they refuse to send the Galra away. "To do so would be a death sentence for them." "To keep them is a death sentence for us." "Based on what? Things that haven't happened? A people that have hurt us none?" Lotor decides that, in order to save his people, a sacrifice must be made.

Lotor arranges a private meeting with King Alfor regarding the marriage arrangement between Allura and himself. Before Keith can excuse himself from the room, Lotor snatches the blade from Keith’s hip and kills the king. Keith turns on Lotor.

Allura and Lance arrive to find the King dead via blade wound and Keith about to kill Lotor - the man he was assigned to protect - with the very same bloody blade. Keith is successfully set up. The Galra are not to be trusted. Tensions and mistrust between Alteans and Galrans sky rocket, and war breaks out a few days later, setting into motion the future that Honerva warned against. A very messy rivals to lovers to enemies to lovers

#i wrote this fic now if you want to read it #sure and indelible #keith kogane #lance mcclain #galra keith #altean lance #galtean klance #klance #princess allura #prince lotor #king alfor #voltron #voltron legendary defender #vld #blood #death

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multi-fandom-of-madness · 1 year ago

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Don't Wanna Talk About It

Pairings: Omega X Ifrit (implied Ifrit X Dewdrop)

Type: Smut

Summary: Ifrit wants attention. Omega is busy. Things do not go according to Ifrit’s plan. Or do they?

Warnings: Dom!Omega, Sub!Ifrit, teasing, pushy behavior, Ifrit is a brat, ownership, sort of chastity, throat fucking, consensual photographing mention, subdrop, degradation, objectification, slight feminization, rough sex, fingering, anal sex, knotting, biting, mentions of blood

Word Count: 3,333

Notes: Read here on ao3. There is a scene that sounds like Ifrit is using Dewdrop, but it’s not like that in any regard. They’re both just brats who plot together. Also, here is a picture of the harness I used as reference :)

It’s a well-known fact that ghouls are very sexual creatures. They have fun with each other, but they also have systems in place.

Using the color system made it easier for them to have clear communication across all pairings. They had their rules, and they had their punishments — all for the sake of fun.

It isn’t uncommon for a ghoul to be punished in a way of no one in the pack being allowed to touch them. This is only broken when the ghoul who put said punishment in place determines the punishment to be over. It was difficult to keep track of until someone came up with the perfect solution: a simple collar.

Every ghoul had a set of collars and harnesses that had a specific color designated to them. (For example: Mountain’s were brown or green, Aether’s were black and purple, Zephyrs were an off-white color, etc.)

Wearing only a collar simply meant to show ownership, telling everyone else to back off. That ghoul was off limits to the rest of the pack. They may be used during a ghouls' heat to claim specific partners. More often than not, however, they were used as a punishment.

If a harness was added to the equation, that commonly meant that that ghoul had royally fucked up. They weren’t allowed to receive any attention from any other ghoul – sexual or not. They either wore it over a shirt or wore no top at all; depending on their preferences of course.

It was an easy system to follow, and it added an extra level of excitement…until it was actually enacted.

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Ifrit had been craving attention from a certain quintessence ghoul. Omega had a certain air of dominance that surrounded him, and Ifrit was dying to feel it close up.

With thoughts in mind, Ifrit strolled over to the couch, trying to seem nonchalant. Though the rest of the couch was empty, he curled up against Omega who was peacefully reading. Eventually, he got bored from just cuddling and decided to crawl in his lap and press kisses to his jaw.

“There something you want?” Omega asked, not taking his eyes off of the book.

“Want you,” Ifrit mumbled, grinding against Omega’s thigh. “Please…really want you…”

Omega smiled, putting his book down and holding Ifrit’s cheek. “I can find you later tonight, but I’m busy today. Terzo asked me to help him with paperwork, and I have some chores to get done before I’m free.”

Ifrit whined and buried his face in Omega’s hand. “Skip it. Please Megs…need you so bad,” he begged, still moving his hips to get friction against his rapidly hardening cock.

“Oh hush, baby boy. You know I’ll take care of you tonight. I want to relax right now though.”

“I can help you relax,” Ifrit purred, bringing a hand to Omega’s crotch, feeling him chub up in his pants. Ifrit’s touch was hot, and he could feel it through his pants.

“Ifrit,” Omega says in a warning tone, taking Ifrit’s wrist in his hand. “You can curl up next to me and let me read in peace or you can go find someone else to play with if you’re that desperate. It’s up to you, but I’m not playing this game right now.”

Ifrit huffed and tried to bury his face in Omega’s neck, but Omega tugged on his tail and pushed him off his lap. Ifrit decided he was going to pout in the opposite corner of the couch. Omega stood up with a grunt, grabbing Ifrit by the collar of his shirt and dragged him to Dewdrop’s room.

“There. Go play with the pretty little water ghoul, and leave me alone,” he growled, shutting the door in Ifrit’s face.

Dewdrop looked up with an amused smirk. “What was all that about?”

“Don’t wanna talk about it,” Ifrit mumbled, crawling his way into the bed. If he wasn’t able to get exactly what he wanted right now, there was no harm in saying he couldn’t at least have some fun.

With the approval of Dewdrop, he sent Omega a picture of a fucked out Dewdrop, covered in marks and cum.

Ifrit: Could have been us…

Omega: I am actively working. This is not the time, Ifrit.

Ifrit: Awww you’re no fun :(

Omega: If you don’t quit, you won’t be happy with the outcome.

Ifrit rolled his eyes and put his phone aside, cuddling the blissed out water ghoul, giving him soft kisses.

“You’re going to get in so much trouble,” Dewdrop giggled.

“Oh, I plan on it,” Ifrit grinned, kissing Dewdrop who wrapped his arms around him and crawled onto his lap.

“Round two?”

—

Dinner rolled around, and Ifrit made sure to deliberately sit next to Omega at the table. He wrapped his tail around the quintessence ghoul’s calf, slowly working it up towards his cock.

“Ifrit, if you want to do something with me, you have to wait. I won’t tell you again,” Omega growled, leaning toward Ifrit to whisper in his ear.

“I’m just trying to set the mood.”

“We’re at dinner. It can wait.”

“That’s not what you said when you jerked Aether off under the table last week.”

“There’s a difference. I’m not in the mood to deal with your shit right now,” he warned, seeming more annoyed than angry.

Ifrit wrinkled his nose, but his tail stayed curled around the other ghoul’s thigh.

“Unwrap your tail,” Omega commanded. Ifrit loosened his tail, concerned that he was actually crossing a boundary, but when he smelled a wave of unmistakable arousal, he tightened his grip once again. “Ifrit,” he said loud enough to get a few confused glances from the other.

Startled, Ifrit let his tail fall and went silent. He hung his head, and for the rest of dinner, he picked at the food with a fork. He could practically feel the anger radiating off of Omega, and it made him nervous, yet slightly excited to see what was about to come.

Ifrit volunteered to clean the table and wash the dishes once everyone was finished. Omega stayed at the table, glaring at every move the fire ghoul made as if he were a piece of prey to devour.

He tried his best to ignore how uncomfortably hard he was, but every movement made his sweatpants rub against him, and every thought about what Omega was going to do to him made his cock kick.

Omega sat there, analyzing his every move. Even though he tried to keep his angry demeanor, there was no denying how hard he was.

The moment Ifrit finished, Omega grabbed his arm hard enough to bruise and dragged him into his room. Ifrit stood there, shaking slightly, staring at Omega like a deer in headlights.

“Do you still want my attention?” He asked, his words sharp.

Ifrit nodded, not meeting Omega’s gaze. Omega gripped his chin and forced him to look in his eyes.

“I need words, baby. I need to make sure you’re okay with this,” Omega said, his tone gentle. He checked over Ifrit’s face, checking for any signs of reluctance.

“Y-yes. I still want this,” he admitted. He didn’t realize that his arms were already behind his back until he dug his own claws in. Omega moved his hand from his jaw to his shoulder, shoving him down to his knees.

“Get to work,” he said, motioning to the bulge in his pants. Ifrit reached his hands out, but Omega slapped them away. “Mouth only,” Omega chided, grabbing hold of one of Ifrit’s horns and pressing his face to his crotch.

Ifrit looked up with glassy eyes, then immediately began fumbling with the button, using his tongue to try and push the button out of the hole. It took a moment, but once he got the button free, he pulled the zipper down.

His real struggle was trying to pull both pants and boxers down. “Don’t tell me that after every stunt you pulled today that you can’t deal with the consequences of your own actions.”

Ifrit whined and looked Omega in the eyes. “I-I need help,” he whispered, hoping for some mercy.

“Useless,” Omega taunted, pulling his pants down just enough to free his dick. “Open.”

Ifrit opened his mouth, sticking his tongue out, expecting Omega to shove his cock down his throat. He flinched when he was met with a glob of saliva, landing partially in his mouth and partially on his cheek. Before he had the chance to swallow, Omega pushed into Ifrit’s open mouth, hitting the back of Ifrit’s throat and causing him to gag. Omega held him there until Ifrit reached around to tap his thigh.

Omega pulled him off, letting Ifrit gasp for breath. “Are you okay? Color?” He asked, slightly concerned.

“I’m fine. Green,” Ifrit croaked out once he got his breathing under control. He swallowed some of the saliva that was threatening to leak from his lips, then opened his mouth and looked back at Omega.

Omega pushed his cock back into Ifrit’s waiting mouth, much gentler this time. He kept hold of Ifrit’s horns as he fucked his throat. “Lucifer, it’s like you were made for this,” Omega groaned, throwing his head back. When he looked down, he saw drool coating Ifrit’s chin and wet eyes. “S-shit, you look so good on your knees.”

Ifrit closed his eyes and moaned, the sound adding to Omega’s pleasure.

He pushed Ifrit’s head down, his nose pressed against the coarse hair. “Is this what you wanted? Wanted to be used and fucked like you were nothing more than a toy?”

Ifrit tried to hum in confirmation, but the action caused him to choke around Omega’s cock. Omega pulled him off, then started to strip. “Take your clothes off, and get on the bed. Ass up, face down,” he said, tone stern.

Ifrit wiped the spit off his chin, then did as Omega asked. He climbed onto the bed in the position Omega asked, and as soon as he did so, he heard the metal clinking.

“Shit,” he cursed, knowing he was fucked.

“What? Can’t handle a little ownership? You’re my bitch now,” Omega growled, slapping his ass. “Get on your hands.”

Ifrit complied, now resting his weight on his hands. He turned his head to see Omega prepping a harness with a collar attached. It was white leather lined with holographic material.

Ifrit whined as Omega began to situate the harness against his chest, strapping it together in the back, then wrapping the collar around his throat. He pulled it tight enough to add weight, reminding him of his situation, but not enough to the point where he couldn’t breathe.

On the ring attached to the collar there was a tag engraved with “Omega’s Bitch”. A trail of leather ran underneath to more leather and metal rings. The leather moved in a ‘V’ shape down to his waist. There were chains attached to the rings, mimicking a skeletal rib cage, lining his chest. Straps of leather laid across his back in a horizontal fashion.

He couldn’t deny that it wasn’t pretty, but he knew what it meant. “H-how long?”

“I haven’t decided yet,” Omega said, moving Ifrit’s tail so it was raised over his hip. “You wanted my attention, and you got it. And that is all you will be getting until I decide otherwise.”

He didn’t hear Omega uncap the bottle of lube, only noticing when he felt cool liquid being poured over his hole. He shivered and moaned. “A little warning? That’s shit’s cold.”

“You’re a fire ghoul. You can warm it up, so quit griping,” Omega said, using his index finger to smear the lube before pushing in. Ifrit moaned, then lowered himself to his elbows. Omega grabbed hold of one of the top leather straps, then hoisted him back to his hands. “Never said you could do that.”

Ifrit whined and hung his head, already panting as Omega added a second finger, scissoring and curling his fingers. Ifrit moaned, loud enough to be heard across the Ministry as Omega curled both fingers into his prostate.

If it weren’t for Omega’s grip on the harness, he would have collapsed as Omega pushed a third finger past his stretched rim. He was leaking precum as if he were a water ghoul – a small puddle forming beneath him. Harnesses did wonderful things to his brain.

That sense of being owned, the feeling of the leather against his skin, the way the chains jingled and bounced against his nipples – the cool metal sending a shock through his body. It all made his head spin. He could cum from this alone.

“Sathanas, you look so pretty when you’re getting fucked by my fingers. I cannot wait to see you on my cock.”

Ifrit bit his lip, stifling a moan at the thought of being impaled on Omega’s cock. Omega pulled his fingers out once he determined Ifrit stretched enough, receiving a whine from the fire ghoul, then thrusting into Ifrit, burying himself to the hilt in one go. Ifrit let out an obscene moan as Omega let him adjust, then began moving his hips back against Omega to let him know he was ready.

“You better enjoy this. This is the only cock you’ll be getting for quite a while,” Omega whispered as he bent over Ifrit’s back, fucking him hard and fast.

Ifrit grunted, letting out little “ah ah ah’s” as Omega’s cock repeatedly slammed into his prostate.

Omega sat up, taking his hands off the top of the harness to grip the bottom, moving Ifrit back and forth over his cock. “So fucking tight-” he groaned. “Such a good little fuck toy for me. Nothing but a tight hole for me to use whenever I please.”

“Uh huh,” was all Ifrit managed to get out.

“Hardly even been five minutes and I’ve already fucked you stupid? Pathetic,” he sneered, smacking Ifrit’s ass and leaving a red hand print. His hips continuously slammed against the meat of Ifrit’s ass as he brought one hand around to Ifrit’s throat, forcing him back against Omega’s chest.

Ifrit clenched around Omega’s cock as he stopped, buried completely in Ifrit.

“You’re going to be a good toy and ride me so I can see those pretty chains bouncing against those pretty tits,” Omega growled, nipping at the skin above Ifrit’s collar.

Ifrit moaned as Omega pulled out, letting Ifrit fall back to his hands so he could watch the way his hole clenched around nothing.

Omega sat against the headboard, and Ifrit immediately straddled him. Ifrit grabbed hold of Omega’s cock, stroking it a few times before lining it up with his fluttering hole.

He moaned as Omega filled him once more. Ifrit rested his hands on Omega’s shoulders as he began to bounce in earnest.

Omega grabbed Ifrit’s hips with one hand, the other moving to play with Ifrit’s nipples. Ifrit threw his head back, letting out a litany of noises. His cock kicked as Omega pinched his nipple.

“So pretty like this,” Omega murmured, pulling Ifrit into a sloppy kiss full of teeth and tongue, swallowing Ifrit’s moan. Omega groaned as he felt Ifrit clench around him. “So fucking good for me,” he moaned, pressing a kiss to Ifrit’s shoulder.

“Omega, please…please touch me…wanna cum,” Ifrit begged.

“Can’t you touch yourself?” Omega questioned, a teasing smirk on his face.

“Don’t wanna. Want you…you make me feel so good,” Ifrit whined, continuing to bounce up and down, feeling Omega’s knot beginning to form.

Omega looked down to watch his cock slide in and out of Ifrit’s hole. “Taking my cock so good. You look so good like this,” Omega mused, reaching a hand to stroke Ifrit’s cock. “Gonna cum for me? Gonna let me knot you? Fill you up?”

“Yes! Please. Wanna be good for you. Knot me, Omega, please. Wanna feel you for days,” he babbled, too far gone to be coherent. Between Omega’s dick in his ass, the feeling of his knot bumping against his rim, and the hand stroking his dick, thumbing against the slit, Ifrit was on cloud 9.

Omega put both hands on Ifrit’s hips, taking control and moving him how he pleased. Ifrit whined and his face twisted in bliss as Omega shoved his knot into him. “F-fuck!” He cursed, claws digging into Omega’s back. Omega buried his head into Ifrit’s shoulder as he came, biting hard enough to draw blood.

Omega continued to jerk him off, and Ifrit grinded against Omega’s cock.

“Fuck, Omega, I’m gonna cum-” he gasped.

“Cum for me. Make a mess, pretty boy,” Omega said. Once he was given permission, Ifrit came, collapsing against Omega as he worked him to the brink of overstimulation. Omega brought his hand to his mouth, licking Ifrit’s cum and moaning from the taste. “Fuck, you taste so good, baby.”

Ifrit hummed, then nuzzled against Omega’s neck.

Omega chuckled, then grabbed a tissue from his nightstand to clean his hand, then another to wipe the blood off of Ifrit’s neck. He lifted Ifrit’s head to press a kiss to his lips.

“Such a good boy,” Omega smiled as he put one hand on Ifrit’s cheek and stared into his burnt orange eyes. “Feeling alright?”

“Mhm,” Ifrit hummed. His head felt fuzzy, and he felt boneless, but Lucifer almighty did he feel good. He leaned back against Omega, breathing in the crisp, yet fizzy scent of Omega.

“How does a bath sound once I’m able to pull out?” Omega offered, stroking Ifrit’s hair. All Ifrit could do was nod. Omega pressed his lips to Ifrit’s head. “Did so good for me, baby boy. So so good.”

Ifrit hummed and closed his eyes, nodding off as Omega’s scent soothed him. Omega held him close, chuckling as he noticed Ifrit falling asleep. “Rest,” he gently commanded. “I’ll wake you when I need to.”

Ifrit smiled and dozed off, sleeping until Omega woke him so that he could pull out without startling him. Once Ifrit was lucid, Omega carried him to the bathroom. Omega had a bigger bath than all of the ghouls thanks to his ‘partnership’ with Terzo, which was able to fit both of them. He took the harness and collar off – a temporary thing – then submerged both of them in the warm water.

Omega repeatedly made sure that Ifrit was okay, tending to his bite mark and any bruises, giving him water and a small snack.

“Are you sure you’re okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Omega questioned as he rinsed shampoo out of the fire ghoul’s hair.

“I’m sure. I’m sore as hell, but that’s expected,” Ifrit assured. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back as Omega poured water over his hair. “But I like it this way.” He paused. “Did you ever decide how long I’ll be in the harness for?”

“How does a week sound? At least for now.”

“If it means getting that treatment again, I’ll settle for a month,” Ifrit laughed.

Omega hummed. “Oh, don’t tempt me,” he teased.

—

They stayed in the bath together for quite some time, only getting out when the water turned cold. They got dressed – the collar and harness both being put back on – then curled up together in bed once fresh sheets were on.

When breakfast rolled around, Ifrit woke up to an empty bed. He felt the chains rattling against his chest and huffed, then walked into the kitchen, being greeted by the scent of breakfast being made and the chatter of his packmates.

Aether gave him a funny look, barely containing his laughter, then poked Dewdrop in the shoulder to make him turn to look.

Dewdrop choked on his coffee as he took in the sight of Ifrit in his sweatpants with the leather and holographic collar/harness duo lining his torso. “Dude. What did you do?” Dewdrop asked, a laugh escaping him as Omega turned around and smirked.

“Don’t wanna talk about it.”

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VLD S6E2: Razor's Edge

Season 6 Episode 2: Razor’s Edge

Transcript by @dragonofyang

Summary: Keith and Krolia find their way through the Quantum Abyss in search of a quintessence source and learn about each other. Lotor and Allura continue to build the Sincline ships, and Lance mopes in his unrequited love.

[Google Doc]

Keith: You’re my mom? How? How did you get to Earth? How–how did you meet my dad? H-how are you so sure?

Krolia: I’m sure. This isn’t how I hoped to meet you again, and this isn’t how I wanted to tell you, but it’s the truth. We can talk about this later.

Keith: What? You drop a bomb like this and tell me you’ll explain later?

Krolia: We’ve got more important things to deal with right now.

Keith: Fine.

Krolia: We’re going after the enriched quintessence that created Ranveig’s super-weapon.

Keith: What? Kolivan and I have been searching for that same quintessence for a long time.

Krolia: I was with Ranveig when an unmarked cargo ship passed into his region. When we checked it out, there was no crew aboard. The ship had been nearly torn to pieces, but inside, a single vat of quintessence remained. It was unlike any other quintessence we’d seen.

Keith: Were there navigation records aboard?

Krolia: No, but I analyzed the ship personally. The radiation signature indicated it had passed through the quantum abyss.

Keith: Quantum abyss? What’s that?

Krolia: It’s a part of the galaxy where dense neutron stars orbit even larger dark stars. In the quantum abyss, planets and other celestial bodies are being pulled and torn in different directions. It’s a chaotic, ever-changing environment, and the presence of such massive objects has unusual effects on gravitational waves and space-time itself.

Keith: And that’s where we’re heading?

Krolia: Yes.

[Scene change to Galra High Command’s hangar bay.]

Lotor: Your father, King Alfor, was a gifted chemist whose unique ability allowed him to infuse the Voltron ore with Altean energy, granting it and the paladins access to the quintessence field. Now you, Allura, possess that same gift.

Allura: Our visit to Oriande has taught me more than I ever thought possible. Thank you.

Lotor: No, thank you, Princess. With your help we can finally supply the empire with quintessence. You are the key to bringing peace to the universe.

Allura: Peace. My father wanted the same thing when he built the lions. It is an honor to follow in his footsteps and continue his work. And to do so alongside you.

Lotor: Like the days of long ago, our royal alliance will inspire others.

Pidge: Hey! You guys starting without us?

Hunk: Yeah, you didn’t think to maybe call the engineers before you began building your inter-reality quintessence field magical Altean alchemy super-ship?

Lance: Right. You didn’t think to call the engineers… and me? [knocks a tray of equipment over, screams] What?

Allura: [sighs] I appreciate that you want to help. Unfortunately, there’s not a lot for you to do.

Lotor: Infusing the comet ore with Altean alchemy is quite different than simply building a ship.

Pidge & Hunk: Magic.

Allura: We’ll certainly call you if we’re in need of assistance.

Hunk: Hmm, oh well. More time to integrate those Galra shields with our Altean tech. There’s gotta be a way to do it.

Lance: You sure you don’t need a third wheel for help? No?

[Scene change to the quantum abyss.]

Keith: I think… we’re here.

Krolia: Bring us in. Stay alert.

Keith: Are you sure we should go in there?

Krolia: Ranveig sent probes in here trying to track the quintessence. The probes picked up a path that was relatively unaffected by space-time.

Keith: And where does the path go?

Krolia: We never found out. The probes were all destroyed.

Keith: By what?

Krolia: I’m not sure. Keep sharp.

Keith: Huh? What is that? Krolia, we got trouble!

Krolia: We need to shake them loose before they breach the hull!

Keith: Hang on!

Krolia: Keith, what’s our status?

Keith: The ship’s damaged. Thrusters are gone. I can’t hold her! We’re being pulled in! We need to ditch!

Keith: What were those things?

Krolia: I don’t know, but they’re gone now.

Keith: So is our ship. It had the coordinates to guide us through the quantum abyss.

Krolia: We’ll have to make do. Come on. As long as we stay within the borders of the space-time drop-offs, we should be safe.

Keith: Basically, stay close so we won’t be drawn in and stretched into nothingness like those creatures. Got it. Huh? What’s going on?

[Flashback 1 begins]

Keith: Huh, ah! Hello?

Past!Krolia: We’ll name him “Yorak”.

Keith’s Father: How about “Keith”?

Krolia: Keith. I like that.

[Flashback 2 begins]

Clone!Shiro: Hello, Keith.

Keith: Huh?

Past!Shiro: Yes, I know.

Past!Keith: It’s gonna be okay, we just have to get back to the Castle. Shiro!

Past!Shiro: …are not going anywhere!

[Return to present]

Keith: What was that? Were those visions real?

Krolia: Time collapses this close to dark stars. Going through the light triggers glimpses of the past and the future.

[Scene change to the Green Lion hangar.]

Pidge: It’s amazing how the Galran subroutines translate almost one-to-one with the Altean axiom inhibitors.

Hunk: Okay, Lance, let’s test this puppy. Oh, I think lover-boy Lance is distracted not thinking about the princess.

Lance: Ow! What the heck? Huh?

Hunk: [mimicking Allura] Oh, Lance, could you stop daydreaming about me and test the connection?

Lance: Ha ha. Not funny. And I’m not daydreaming about you. I mean her.

Pidge: That’s good, because it seems like Allura’s got a thing with Lotor, anyway.

Lance: A thing?

Hunk: Yeah, a thing. They’re probably gonna get married, you know, have babies with beautiful, flowing, white alien hair, all that stuff.

Pidge: He’s probably proposing right now. [mimicking Lotor] Princess Allura, will you marry me?

Hunk: [mimicking Allura] Oh, Lotor, you bad boy. Of course I will.

[Scene change to the quantum abyss.]

Krolia: Keith! You’re getting too close to the gravity wells. Use your thrusters!

Keith: I’m trying!

Krolia: Grab my hand!

[Flashback 3 begins]

Galra Scout: Is it possible? The signature is nearly identical to that of the Red Lion’s.

Past!Krolia: We should obtain visual confirmation before we call it in.

Galra Scout: Negative. We’ve never received another reading like this before. There’s a Voltron Lion on this planet, I’m sure of it. Call it in immediately. That’s an order. I said, call it in.

Krolia: Vrepit Sa.

Galra Scout: You think you can take all the glory for yourself?

Krolia: I’m not looking for glory.

[Return to present]

Keith: That’s how you and Dad met. How did you know to look for the Blue Lion on Earth?

Krolia: We didn’t. After Sendak found the Red Lion, the Galra engineered a way to pick up on the Lions’ signatures from close range. Zarkon had thousands of scouts searching for them. The Blade of Marmora made sure to embed agents in as many of those scout teams as possible, in an effort to prevent the Galra from obtaining any more lions. I just happened to be in the right place at the right time. It’s coming again!

[Flashback 4 begins]

Past!Krolia: I never thought I’d see another Lion in my lifetime.

Keith’s Father: You’ve been telling me about this ship for months, but this is beyond words. Are you sure you don’t want me to contact the Garrison? They could help.

Krolia: We’ve discussed this. It could put your entire civilization in jeopardy.

Keith’s Father: Does this mean you’re gonna try and contact your people and continue your mission?

Krolia: My ship being destroyed was the best thing that ever happened to me. I wouldn’t go back even if I could. I have a new mission now. I’m going to stay here and protect the Blue Lion.

Keith’s Father: I want to help.

[Return to present]

Keith: You were stuck on Earth.

Krolia: There was no better place I could be.

[Scene change to the lounge in the Castle of Lions.]

Lance: Oh, great. You guys here to make fun of me, too? What are you doing? Leave me alone! [sighs] Can’t a man sulk in peace?

Mice: [squeaking]

Lance: I’m pathetic. I used to make fun of people who would get their hearts broken. Heck, I was the one breaking hearts!

Mice: [more squeaking]

Lance: I guess I never knew what it meant to like someone the way I like Allura. Allura’s not like any other girl I’ve ever met before. Probably because she’s an alien, but still. She’s smart, courageous, and makes me want to be a better person. That is so weird to say. And I can’t tell her how I feel. She wouldn’t take me seriously anyway. I don’t have anything to offer. I’m just a boy from Cuba, not a space prince like Lotor. Are you guys even listening?

[Scene change to the quantum abyss.]

Keith: At the rate we’re going, it’s gonna take a lifetime to reach the end.

Krolia: We have to keep moving, however long it takes.

Keith: Without food and water, we’re never gonna make it. We have to come up with another plan.

Keith: Wha– What are those things?

Krolia: I don’t know. But whatever they are, these creatures seem to know their way through the quantum abyss without being drawn into the space-time drop-offs.

Keith: Amazing.

Krolia: Here it comes. Brace yourself!

[Flashback 5 begins]

Past!Krolia: They’re scouts. They must’ve picked up the Blue Lion’s signal. We need to stop them before they report back to their command.

Keith’s Father: What’s the plan?

Krolia: I have explosives. They aren’t powerful enough to destroy a fighter, but if we detonate them in the intake valves, they could stop them from taking off. When they’re set, use this to detonate the charges and take out the ships.

Keith’s Father: What will you be doing?

Krolia: I’m gonna find out what the scouts know and get rid of them.

[Flashback scene changes to the cave of the Blue Lion]

Galra Scout 1: Drop your weapon. I spotted her sneaking in. She was with a primitive who was setting explosives on our ships. He’s been neutralized.

Krolia: No.

Galra Scout 1: I said drop your weapon.

[Flashback scene changes to the Kogane household]

Krolia: I must go.

Keith’s Father: I thought you’d seen enough war.

Krolia: If they found the Blue Lion once, they’ll find it again. I need to report back to the Blades and stop the Galra from the inside. I’m sorry, but this is the best way for me to keep you both safe.

Krolia: This is for Keith. He may need it someday.

[Return to present]

Keith: I finally understand why you left. You put the mission above all else.

Krolia: That’s not true. I left to protect the person I most love. You.

Keith: It’s another one of those creatures.

Krolia: We have to get on that thing’s back! It might be our best chance!

Keith: We made it. Will this thing really take us through the abyss?

Krolia: We’re about to find out.

Krolia: It’s creating its own atmosphere.

[Flashback 6 begins as part of a series of time skips, no dialogue is spoken as Krolia learns of Keith’s father passing, and she, Keith, and Kosmo travel on the back of the creature]

Krolia: Keith… I think we’ve made it.

Keith: It’s been two years, we can finally finish our mission.

[Scene change to the Sincline ship hangar in Galra High Command]

Lotor: You’ve done much today, Princess. You need your rest. We’ll continue tomorrow.

Allura: There’s still a long way to go, but I’m proud of what we’ve accomplished together.

Lotor: None of this would be possible… without you.

[Scene change to Allura’s chambers]

Allura: Oh, hello there. You guys look cleaner than usual. Did someone give you a bath?

Mouse: [squeaking]

Allura: What? Lance washed you? That’s strange. Are you friends now?

Mouse: [more squeaking]

Allura: Really, you are? How did this happen all of a sudden?

Mice: [squeaking]

Allura: Oh… He said that?

[Scene change to a planet within the Quantum Abyss]

Keith: Look, a planet.

Krolia: I’m picking up some readings similar to those of the quintessence Ranveig found.

[Fade to a large structure on the surface of the planet]

Krolia: This is the source of the readings. Let’s go check it out.

[Cut to Keith and Krolia breaking into the facility]

Keith: What is this place?

[Brief skip ahead to Krolia and Keith exploring the artificial environment]

Keith: Wait, I hear something.

[humming]

Keith: An Altean.

End.

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[ Febuary/March 2023 ] trolls art log

#royal quintessence #queen essence #king quincy #broppy #trolls branch #queen poppy #trolls viva #queen viva #trolls smidge #dj suki #satin and chenille #legsly #gijinka #dreamworks trolls #trolls world tour #trolls band together #trolls 3 #manolo.art

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paintwhenever · 1 year ago

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Storm Giant Lord/Quintessent I painted for my D&D party to fight. They made quick work of him, but I think they had fun at least, lol.

The skin and muscles were really fun and easy to paint, I just put a zenithal prime on them and airbrushed Army Painter Speedpaint over that very lightly ('royal robes' is the color). That did a nice job with the bright parts of the model, but left the shadows still pitch black, which was a little too extreme. I brought the shadows up a little with a dry brush of Citadel Caledor sky, thinned with medium to sort of tint the black parts blue, and I think that came out pretty well.

Model is 'Storm Giant' by Lord of the Print, I got this one from ImpPrintsDesign on etsy.

#miniature #miniature painting #dnd #dungeons and dragons #storm giant #giant #mini #3d printing #d&d 5e #d&d #d&d character #ttrpg #ttrpg art

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thehypnone · 2 years ago

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THEY DID WHAT!?

WC: 1,8K

Relationship: Little!Rain/Caregiver!Swiss

Tags: Age regression, they/them, eds Rain, hurt/comfort

Never before was Swiss left alone with the water ghoul when they were regressed, and when little Rain remembered a trick they wanted to show Swiss… it didn't work out to well.

Notes: More little Rain! (Again, age regression, nothing sexual here). My own cartwheel accident from yesterday brought up regressed eds Rainy thoughts and with @ominousposting we've thought about how Swiss would react, before he got experience as Rain's caregiver. So, here it is. Also tagging @everybodyshusband, for little guppy <3

Read under the cut or on AO3.

Swiss was terrified.

Did it have to be now? Did they all have to have left today?

He was not good with kits, human babies or regressed Rain. He was funny, entertaining, yeah, but taking actual care of them?

He was terrified.

Swiss was up already when the rest left. Shopping. They all went shopping, all the ghouls but him and Rain. He himself was too lazy and Rain said they weren’t interested in going the day before, still sleeping when the group went out. When they did wake up, though, and stumbled into the common room where Swiss was watching TV half asleep, his blood ran cold.

Rain woke up little, apparently, or rather didn’t wake up big, as they regressed the day before. Swiss hadn’t thought about that when he realised he’d have a whole day alone with the water ghoul. What in the name of Satan was he supposed to do?

First, he let Rain glue themself to his warm body with a quiet purr, then scrambled to call Aether, “A- Aether, hell, Rain’s still small, what the fuck do I do, I’ve never-”

“Hey, Swiss, calm down, first of all,” the quintessence ghoul’s voice sounded through the cranky phone speaker, “You’ll be fine, you know what to do.”

“No, no, I’ve never took care of them, I just fool around and make them laugh when needed but I can’t actually-”

“Swiss!” Aether yelled into the phone, making the other shut up for a moment. “You’ll both be fine. You know what to do when they dislocate something and you know how to treat them when little. You really will be fine. You can text me or Lus if something comes up, but you’ll do great on your own.”

“I… okay, I’ll do my best,” he stuttered, Rain nuzzling into his chest as if confirming they believed in him.

“You’ll do great,” Aether repeated, and he hung up.

“Okay,” Swiss sighed to himself, dropping the phone, “I can totally do this.”

For the better part of the day he was actually doing great. There were moments when the multi ghoul was scared he royally messed up, to only be put on the verge of passing out of relief when Rain giggled instead of bursting into tears. Fortunately, at least their joints had a good day, the water ghoul moving around with no trouble with nothing but one of their special forearm crutches.

After succeeding in talking Rain into eating lunch without making them cry (what Swiss considered a huge victory, thank you very much), they went out into the garden. At first the water ghoul laid down with their head in Swiss’ lap, eyes closed as his claws scratched at their scalp. It was already afternoon, the rest should be back soon, and Swiss was tempted to say he made it.

Unless, he didn’t.

Out of nowhere, Rain shot up, startling Swiss, who nearly fell asleep with all the stress taking care of the little ghoul brought, “Swissy, look what I can do!”

“Guppy, what do you mean?” he asked, all panicky, scrambling up after the water ghoul. “Kiddo, please be careful, don’t hurt yourself…”

Swiss had no idea what Rain wanted to so proudly show him until it was too late to stop them. With a smile on their face they put their arms up in the air and then folded in half and did a cartwheel.

Or rather half of it, as one of their wrists dislocated with all the pressure put on it with a crack Swiss flinched at before rushing to their side, fear making him sweat.

“Oh, kiddo, are you-” he didn’t get a chance to finish before Rain burst into tears sitting on the grass. He gathered the ghoul up into his arms, watchful of the injured wrist as they sobbed into his shoulder, “Shhh, it’s okay, does it hurt much?”

Rain didn’t answer, just kept making the saddest little hurt kitten-like noises that tore Swiss’ heart to pieces. He thought the accident may have made them regress even more, Aether said that it sometimes happened with their pain.

He tried whispering soothing words and offering calming touches but Rain was still crying and shaking so hard, choking on air and their own tears. The multi ghoul nearly started wailing himself, so lost and scared. He managed to dig out his phone, calling Aether with shaky hands.

“We’re on our way back, an hour or so left,” he said, not giving the multi ghoul a chance to say a word, “Swiss, you’re fine, just put on the TV, it’ll keep them busy and-”

“A- Aeth, they- I messed up, they did a- shit- a cartwheel, and-”

“THEY DID WHAT!?”

“P- please don’t be mad, yell at me later,” Swiss pleaded, his voice actually breaking, “just please, please, tell me what to do, they won’t stop crying and I can’t-”

“I’m not mad, first of all,” Aether said, trying to sound as calm as he could, but it’s be a lie if he said he wasn’t getting worried himself. “Second of all, are they hurt?”

“I- I think something happened to their wrist,” Swiss whined, rocking himself and Rain in his arms back and forth, “but they won’t speak, they’re just making these… shit, I don’t know, Aeth.”

“These crying kit noises?” the quintessence ghoul asked.

“Yes! Yes, w- what does it mean, what do I do?”

“They regressed more, that’s it,” Aether explained, now Swiss’ turn to let out a pathetic noise. “But you’re still fine, they’re just smaller and won’t speak, you got it.”

“Fuck, Aeth, can’t you speak to them, they call you mama!? Or Lus? I don’t know- hell, just tell me what to do!” the multi ghoul practically yelled, his heart constricting painfully when the volume made Rain, already shaking like a leaf and choking on snot, flinch. “Shit, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, guppy.”

“Don’t apologise, but talk to them like that,” Aether said, ignoring Swiss’ question. “Put me on speaker, for you, and focus on Rain.”

Swiss obeyed, placing his phone on the grass and wrapping both of his arms around Rain, speaking softly into their ear.

“Shhh, kiddo, you’re okay. It’s fine, Rainy,” if Swiss was being honest, he was talking as much to Rain as to himself, “I’ve got you, it’s okay, my guppy. Everything’s fine.”

“Good,” Aether's voice sounded again. “Now, I need you to pull on your quintessence a bit.”

“What? No, I- I don’t think I can-” the multi ghoul panicked again.

“You can,” the other reassured, “all you have to do is feel around if the pain is so bad they’re crying that hard, or it’s something else.”

“Okay, I… I think I can try,” Swiss swallowed audibly, shutting his eyes and taking a deep breath. He wasn’t bad with the little amount of quintessence power he had, but in his current state he doubted himself more than ever. Still, he focused and tried to feel what Rain was feeling.

“I- I don’t think there’s much pain, Aeth,” he whispered, digging a bit deeper. “I think there’s something like… shame? Embarrassment? But that can’t be right, right?”

“I think it is,” the quintessence ghoul chuckled, making Swiss furrow his brows at his reaction. What the hell was so funny? “I assume they wanted to show off, yeah?”

“Yeah…”

“And they failed, in their opinion, at least. Rain’s just embarrassed, Swiss. And very little, that’s what with all the tears.”

“Oh…”

“Exactly,” Aether sighed. “So just talk them out of the shame, you can do it. We’ll be there soon.”

“Aeth, wait I- ass,” Swiss spat as the call was hung up again. “Rain? Rainy, guppy, I need you to listen to me.”

He didn’t expect an answer, but did get a whine that could be considered one, in return.

“Kiddo, I’m so proud of you, you’re so brave,” he started, feeling like he was failing at finding appropriate words. “My guppy, that was such a cool trick. And you did it all on your own, without your crutches. I’m so proud of you, Rainy.”

Swiss had no idea what he was even talking about, just repeating all of that over and over again until he was stopped by Rain lifting their head from his shoulder. They looked up at him with a face all red and splotchy, snot and tears running down their cheeks, eyes still so very wet. There was a silent question in their sad gaze.

“I am, Rainy, so proud of you, always,” Swiss assured once again, wiping the water ghoul’s cheeks with his thumbs. They leaned into the touch, the smallest hint of a purr bubbling in their chest. The multi ghoul nearly cried from relief. “Let’s get back inside, yeah? Your mamas should be here soon, we can go watch TV and wait for them, what do you say?”

Rain nuzzled further into Swiss’ warm (and sweaty) palm, nodding with a quiet chirp. The multi ghoul let out a shuddering breath as he readjusted his hold on them and braced himself to get up. He swayed a little, his legs having kind of fallen asleep with their position from moments before.

But they made it back into the common room, Swiss not letting go of Rain as they were holding onto the bigger ghoul like a koala to a tree. He turned the TV on and plopped them both down on the couch. Swiss was half sitting against the back of it and Rain had curled up by his side with their head on his chest so they could still see the TV.

Their breathing slowed to a nearly normal pace, Swiss made them blow their nose on their way back, too, and the tears weren’t falling anymore. It was good, it was really good, Swiss was so relieved.

He checked his phone, counting how much time had passed since Aether said it’d be an hour, they should be back fifteen minutes from now.

Swiss sighed deeply, holding Rain close and forcing a soothing purr out of his chest. The water ghoul seemed to like that, they snuggled in closer. Swiss closed his eyes and threw his head back onto the cushions, allowing himself to now try to calm down himself, when Rain already did.

When Aether and the rest got back, he and Cumulus were the first to run around the ghouls’ den looking for Rain and Swiss, especially worried with how the latter didn’t pick up their last few calls.

The quintessence ghoul leaned against the common room door frame with a relieved sigh, Cumulus joining him soon enough. Both Swiss and Rain were passed out on the couch, purring happily and nearly drowning out the quiet buzz of the still running TV.

Aether smirked, looking down at the air ghoulette to see a matching expression on her face. They were little Rain’s mamas, but apparently Swiss would earn his own caregiver nickname soon enough.

#hypnone writes #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #fanfiction #rain ghoul #swiss ghoul #little ghouls #hypnone's disabled ghouls

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the-weirdos-mind · 10 months ago

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Voltron Legendary AU Masterlist

When an old friend comes back after being missing for years after disappearing from a space mission with two other people, five girls become the soldiers who wield large space lions who form a giant robot when combined. Voltron.

The Paladins

Black Lion: Estella Garcia

Red Lion: Freya Grimore

Green Lion: Yuui

Yellow Lion: Isabelle Rosa

Blue Lion: Drew/Drusilla

Disney Inhabits

King Mickey

Queen Minnie

Knight Donald

Knight Goofy

Lady in Waiting Daisy

Royal Dog Pluto

Allies

Minako Sakamaki

Anthony Anurak

Enemies

The Demons

Heartslabyul

Savanaclaw

Octavinelle

Scarabia

Pomifore

Ignihyde

Diasomnia

Lore

The Fallen Planet of Disney

Quintessence

The Old Paladins

Tags: @adrianasunderworld @mangacupcake @writing-heiress @marrondrawsalot @anxious-twisted-vampire @abyssthing198

#voltron au #voltron legendary defender au #twisted wonderland au #TWST X Voltron

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v011d · 3 months ago

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WHAT ARE YOUR MUSES AESTHETICS?

BOLD any that applies to your muse and italicize any that kind of applies to your muse. feel free to add to the list.

𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 .red. brown. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. black. white. teal. silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal grey. forest green. apple red. violet. navy blue. crimson. cream. mint green. bubblegum pink. sky blue. pale jade. amber. tan. copper. bronze. magenta.

𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒. fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. thunder. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops. darkness. shadows. nature. aether. quintessence. blood. life. death.

𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 .claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. neck. back. shoulders. legs. freckles. unseen bruises. canines. scars. scratches. wounds. burns. fingernails. spikes. feathers. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. feline. chubby. curvy. short. tall. muscular. piercing. tattoos. athletic. hair. fur. sleek.

𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐒 .scythe. fists. legs. sword. dagger. spear. lance. bow & arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. baseball bats. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls. claws. teeth. stealth. strategy.

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐒 .gold. silver. copper. platinum. titanium. rose gold. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. metal. iron. rust. steel. glass. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. silk. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics. ribbon

𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 .grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. sunflowers. tulips. lavender. petals. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. roots. flowers. fungi. ocean. river. frozen lake. meadow. valley. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rain forest. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. clouds. mountains. snow. mist. pond.

𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐒. big cats. wolves. foxes. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. crocodiles. ducks. bugs. spiders. birds. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. penguins. deer. crows/ravens. mice. lizards. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dragons. monkeys.

𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐃/𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 .sugar. salt. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. vodka. beer. coffee. sake. tea. water. spices. herbs. apples. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. lollies. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. burgers. surf ‘n’ turf. burritos. tacos. pizza. ambrosia. eggs. milk. ramen. chips. ice cream.

𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒 .music. art. watercolors. gardening. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. writing. composing. cooking. baking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. computer. phone. movies. theater. libraries. books. magazines. CDs. records. vinyl. cassettes. piano. strings. violin. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. flute. bells. exploring. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycle riding. eating. sleeping. climbing. running. jogging. parkour. studying. video games. comics. manga.

𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄. lingerie. armor. cape. dress. tunic. vest. shirt. boots. ankle boots. heels. leggings. trousers. jeans. skirt. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet. ring. pendant. hat. beanie hat. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. gorget. bracers. belt. sash. coat. jacket. hood. gloves. socks. masks. mittens. cowls. braces. watches. glasses. sunglasses. straw hat. visor. eye contacts. makeup. ribbons. hoodie. sweater. converses. tennis shoes. boxers. briefs. boxer briefs. shorts. cargo. cropped pants. crop top. cuffed pants. overalls.

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂 . balloons. bubbles. cityscape. light. dark. candles. growth. decay. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. mirrors. pets. diary. journal. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. optimism. pessimism. loneliness. suffering. family. friends. strength. comrades. assistants. co-workers. enemies. loyalty. smoking. drugs. kindness. love. hugs. kisses. spring. summer. autumn. winter. farmland. countryside. suburban. village. depression. longing. sloth. pride. envy. wrath. greed. gluttony. lust. melancholy.

TAGGED BY. No one.

TAGGING. @wickedslip @dgrayd @wieldsgravity @burninq @cardsknight and anyone else who sees this.

#/ Dark outcast / ( The void introspection )#/ finding comfort in the dark / ( queue)

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