#she has nightmares. her scars hurt. no one touches her back. she’s paranoid about food. but she’ll be okay. you’re sure of it

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It’s almost 6 a.m and I can’t sleep because I’m being plagued by thoughts of The Latest OC

[pippa-frost]

Seven, not Six - a TUA fanfic!

Hello! So, i’m new to the fandom and reaally needed to get this of my mind. I did so in the middle of studying so it was pretty rushed, and now i finally had the time to really work on it! 

It was going to be a sort of list but it just kept growing longer and out of hand so i’m afraid it’ll be more than one chapter! Anyways, i hope you like it and tell me what you think!

I just loved this show so fucking much i can’t even. SECOND SEASON HERE WE COMEEEE!!!!!!!

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Number One

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So, they go back in time. It’s all a messy, long and hard process. There are tears, yelling, accusations and apologies, goals and regrets. But they get through it, together. Finally.

They talk, for once, place all the cards on the table, information is their only weapon, Five stresses.

So they learn about everything that happened to each of them, they learn about Diego and mom and Patch; about Allison and her little girl and her sin; about Five and his math and the destruction he got shot for, about Vanya and her pills and her music; about Klaus and Ben, about the drugs, the ghosts, the War, Them, the truth - by which point they get to Luther. They all have things to feel guilty about, things they regret, mistakes they wish they hadn’t made. But the truth, as Ben calls it, a dark look on his face, is worse than all that. Because the truth is that which Klaus almost gets to bury, but Ben won’t have it. So he tells them about the ghosts (cold, screams, misery, madness), the drugs (silence, peace, warmth, numb, numb, num-), the withdrawal (hot, pain, need, panic, want, want, want, need, need, nee-), and the death. Ben has punched Luther twice by the time Diego is ready to get a go at Number One.

But. They get through it. Kinda.

They hardly ever sleep alone, always one of them next to another. All seven of them more often than not. Because Five is paranoid and (quote) he’s the only one who stands a chance if people come for them; they don’t mention that they know he’s counting heads at all times, it’s not like they’re not guilty of doing the same. Luther would stay with Allison, but she won’t let go of Vanya, who isn’t Luther’s biggest fan. But she’s not the only one. While Diego might eventually forgive, he never forgets, and he’s not about to engage in either of those after learning that not only had Number One trapped Vanya by tricking her with a hug, but that he had choked Klaus and then left him for dead a few hours later. Actually dead. It’s all he can do not to cut his throat every few minutes.

Five isn’t one to snuggle so he stays close but never touching. 

And even if this wasn’t the new arrangement, no one could separate Ben and Klaus if they tried. Klaus has no problem with Luther, and while Ben doesn’t share Diego’s aggressiveness, there’s something in the way he stares at him whenever he gets too close to Klaus.

And so they end up in Allison’s room, mattresses on the floor, bed sheets and blankets and pillows all around them, maybe not all close enough to touch, but together in one room all the same. 

Reginald had not been amused, but with Five’s lead and Allison’s voice, the midnight surveillance had been taken care of.

They soon realize that it’s not enough, however, because Pogo can tell something’s up. By then, any remorse any of them could have felt is long gone, after days of training that their brains had somehow been able to downplay in tragedy. Their memories hadn’t been this bad, training hadn’t been this bad. But then again, they didn’t have the perspective they do now, didn’t have anything to compare their activities to fully comprehend how horrible it was.

They had never blamed Pogo for anything. 

They do now.

Vanya doesn’t take her pills. They won’t go as far as to suddenly make Reginald stop being a bastard and get some sense all of the sudden, but they’re easy enough to hide and get rid of, much easier than making sure to train their sister into not showing her powers along with every emotion. But they make do, they can’t afford not to.

They keep training because they know they’ll need it, but not all of it follows Reginald’s plan. And little by little, they get time of their own. Both for training and just being together, this time with Vanya and with one another, the way they wish they had known was the normal sibling way. It’s little, maybe one or two hours a day, but it’s all they can afford, all they can risk.

They go on missions, they protect each other. Vanya starts learning first care with their mom, and is there every time they step back into the house after a mission.

Reginald doesn’t like it. He knows they’re stronger together and more than once he realizes what’s happening, just as Pogo does. Those are days they all panic, and find it hard to breathe afterwards. However, Mom is theirs. One of the first things they do is rumor Pogo into fixing Grace, they know the only one who could have brought her back last time was him, and they were right. So they make it so that she’s no longer trapped by Reginald’s goals in her creation, and that not Pogo nor Reginald can ever change it back.

They still suffer, it’s still all messed up. To call it abuse doesn’t begin to truly describe what they are forced to go through for a second time. But it’s not as hard to handle as a group. They still have to endure a lot of things. A lot of... experiments. But it’s better than last time, and they make sure to draw a line. 

Klaus is not forced into mausoleums again even if that doesn’t erase the times he was locked in before. Five is not forced to continue jumping after passing out more than once. Ben is not forced to bathe in animals’ blood (so much). Diego is not forced to aim at their mom or their siblings, or animals (so much). Allison is no longer made to play with people’s minds until her throat is raw and thoughts a mess. Luther is no longer forced to work until he can’t even scream anymore and his muscles feel like tearing apart. There’re no more days without food.

They are still forced to do a lot of things. And a lot of nights are spent with tears of fear, frustration and anger, nightmares and flashbacks. They’re adults, they already escaped this hell once, they don’t have to put up with this. But they are also children, and the fear and so many other emotions that come with it are almost unbearable. And yet there’s nothing they can do and this is the best they’re gonna get.

They can’t mess up with the timeline. 

They discuss about it a lot. How can they prevent the apocalypse and expect not to change the timeline too much?

Reginald is not too hard, the public never knew much about him, not really, so all they have to do is keep him from tormenting them too much. As long as the world knows he’s still there until the moment he takes his life.

It’s hard to get the point across to Diego and Ben, the latter being a surprise for them all. 

Ben dying is not an option. And even still, it was never something they went out of their way to tell the world.

They’ll stay together until the time most of them left to live alone, only this time, they’ll leave together. Luther did stay, however, so they know they will have to do some missions even after leaving, but they try not to think about that.

Of all this, they are certain. Anything else, they’ll figure it out along the way.

Only, if it were easy, everyone would do it. There’s a reason why things happen the way they do, and the existence of the Commission is not the main one.

Five doesn’t leave, and PTSD and touch are things they become experts in; Ben doesn’t die, they all help him with his fear of Them, just as they help Klaus with the screams of death and war, being there before any drugs can get him. Vanya and Ben are the experts, both of them know and admit they are all messed up and know there are ways to work through it, Ben with his books, Vanya with her experience with therapy. And they work hard to get Allison and Luther to understand how abuse was every bit of a scar on their minds as it was for the rest of them, especially to Luther. 

But knowing how the future plays out makes them all the more vulnerable to unexpected things, to unconsidered variables.

Later, tense with rage stronger than his hatred towards the Handler, Five is the first to admit they somehow managed to underestimate their bastard of a father, even having a whole timeline of experience over him.

They have plenty of close calls, plenty of scary moments, where they’d stay awake wondering if they saved one sibling just to lose another.

There’s Allison getting shot, Luther getting stabbed, and Five-

Well. Five doesn’t get to get hurt after Klaus acted as a shield.

Is in this last case that Reginald finally gets proof that powers are one more thing the children are hiding from him. He’s known for months, but can never truly grasp it, and he knows he must have only for it to be taken from him with a few childish words.

But he sees. He sees useless, weak Number Four. He sees his fists glow, might even see a few ghosts, but most importantly, he sees him die. And he sees him come back. 

The kids by now know that there’s something about Klaus and death, something mysterious and similar and even familiar, a connection of sorts, one that scares them like little ever has, no matter how apparently okay Klaus is with the whole concept, how sure he is of its existence as an unconditional backup, as an absolute truth, how ready he is to take it for granted. They’re not about to put the veracity of this supposedly safety net to the test; and so they do all they can to avoid the matter all together.

That is their downfall.

Reginald has been taking notes all his life. The rumors don’t change that. In fact, they only make him more careful. So while he might not remember, he knows enough. And he knows that while the children might have a way to keep him off their backs, there’s a reason why they still keep up with most of the training, which means they are not as in control as they would like to be.

And everyone knows that to take control, you start with the weakest link, which so happens to be the subject of his interest. It’s perfect.

So when training time comes for Number Four, he takes him to an old, far away part of the mansion instead of the graves, without anyone knowing.

“Where are we?“ Klaus asks, a sick feeling settling in his stomach. He’s gotten better at dealing with ghosts, a few of them acting more like Ben used to do, silent companions, always there. Nothing compared to what Ben had been of course, but a hell of a lot better that the others. He was getting better at making them corporeal, especially with Ben’s input from his own experience, and he knows now that he can apparently move things with his mind, tho he hasn’t really been able to do it other than by accident.

“Did you know, Number Four” the man suddenly starts “that out of all of you, your powers are the least threatening? The weakest, truly“

Klaus did know that.

“Number One could crush my head with one single hand“ he says conversationally, his back to Klaus inside the big slightly dark room. Luther is still pretty much a Daddy’s boy, even if he can see now how wrong he’s been about everything, and it’s hard for him to accept the way they screw with Reginald’s mind, his hero complex unable to come to terms with all he’s known and believed in being turned upside down. So, no. Luther couldn’t do that.

“Number two” he continues “one flick of his hand and a knife would be deep between my eyes” he laughs. Klaus feels cold and scared, glancing every so often at the woman who he’s gotten used to seen in the corners. She doesn’t look back. Also, Klaus knows that’s exactly what Diego would love to do, but he isn’t sure if his brother would actually go through with it.

“Number three... Well, she could make me kill myself in lots of ways“

Allison would never do that. How could he even think that?!

“Number Five... he could kill me in my sleep and make it seem like an accident“

Well... yeah. That is true.

“And Number Six...“ he hums, turning around to look down on him and letting out a scoff “He’s a monster!“ and Klaus feels rage he hasn’t felt in a very long time, years of numbness and forced obliviousness as coping mechanisms leaving him unprepared for strong emotions for his already pretty mellow personality, and he has to fight everything he has not to let his fists turn blue. The fucker can’t know about his powers.

“He could kill us all in one night“ he says, pulling out his pocket watch and then giving Klaus a look that makes his limbs go rigid “So, you see, Number Four, it would be simple madness for me not to be prepared for such potential situations. You are all supposed to save the world, yes, and just as it’s my duty to prepare you for that, it is also my duty to do everything in my power so that you can’t do the exact opposite“

Klaus gulps, cold settling in the room. He doesn’t know where the asshole is getting with this, but it doesn’t sound good. It almost sounds like he knew about Vanya and the apocalypse and her powers, but that couldn’t be. It just couldn’t. Besides, it was exactly his fear of Vanya’s power what actually led to the end of the world

“I know you all have been playing with me” and Klaus stops breathing, his heartbeats loud inside his head, he dares a look to the side, were the closed (locked, the key on the man’s pocket) door blocks him from escape “And I have let it go because you have gotten better at both missions and training. However” he turns around again, opening the suitcase he had placed on the table behind him and starting to pull things out of it “My patience runs short, and your abilities run predictable. So imagine my surprise“ he sits on the chair behind the table, as if ready to give a lecture to a one-child class “when i saw you actually have been improving your abilities!“

Klaus feels his knees go weak, the woman is watching him curiously now, and he knows, he knows, so maybe it wouldn’t matter if he made her corporaal now? And begged her to help him? To go get Ben somehow, or Five, anyone!

How did he screw this up? How did he let Reginald see? How did he screw everything up again?! And he can only think of Five, of Diego, of Ben, where are they? Help! His mind screaming for him to run run run run! 

“How did you do it, Number Four?” the man ignores his reaction “How did you die?”

And every sound banging inside his skull makes a sudden stop. He must have heard wrong. There’s no way he’s talking abo-

“How did you come back?” the man’s voice sentences like a jury of hell.

“I- I don’t know what you’re talking about“ he manages, just as his panic makes his fists glow and more dead people appear around him, still invisible to the man in front of him somehow. Reginald lifts and eyebrow.

“I saw you. I know what a fatal blow is. I saw the tapes as well. Number Five lowering your body down, the whole lot of you screaming like toddlers. I know you died. And I know your brothers know that too. I also know that they must have known about this beforehand, no? It’d make sense of the way they’ve all been behaving during missions. There’s a reason why you all tried to cover it up, which is all I need as proof of the veracity of the fact“

“I- I didn’t die! You’re crazy!“

“Oh, but you did, Number Four. And then you came back“

“That’s im-“

“It is impossible“ he nods, before lifting his shin “For your siblings at least“

And Klaus freezes. There are at least ten ghosts around the room now, all looking at the man before him, and yet, right now, not one of them scares him more than said man. There’s a whisper of a ringing noise between his ears, and maybe he’s imagining it just as he’s imagining his hot breath against the now cold, cold room. His hands are covered in blue fire, but it doesn’t burn at all, unlike the burning caused by the knot inside his throat. The ghost aren’t corporeal yet, and while he’s been trying his best not to show them so far, he’s now stuck, because letting Reginald see them seems like a better choice than keep this conversation going, especially with the look his father is giving him, a gaze colder than those of the dead, scarier than the sights of gore that always follow his step.

He glances at the door again before he can stop himself, his whole body trembling in terror.

“Ah, don’t waste your time, Number Four” the man scoffs, fumbling with the briefcase still “You won’t leave”

“Why is that” he asks after gulping, trying desperately to keep the fear out of his voice. He’s not a kid anymore, he’s an adult, he’s been tortured, he’s been a soldier, this isn’t as scary as he thinks it is. It can’t be.

“Hmm, so I see your newly developed powers didn’t come with higher thinking capabilities” he stands up, now a knife between his fingers, unimpressed expression firmly in place “I told you, I have ways to get rid of every single one of you, of keeping you in your place, of making sure you never get to play this silly game again. Maybe they won’t work on you, at least not until we make some tests, but they will definitely work on your siblings. Up until now I hadn’t had a reason to use them, but with all your little games recently, well. You’re getting dangerous, and I’m running out of patience. However, balance can always be achieved”

“You wouldn’t” he manages brokenly “You need us” and Five had said so himself, so it couldn’t not be true. The bastard is now a few steps before him, and laughs.

“Number Four. There’re dozens of you out there. I managed to get you seven once. I can get a few others again. And yes, you could try to stop me with your silly little game, but believe me when I say, there would only be six of you by the time you managed to do so” the man finishes, his tone unbothered, as if shrugging through his words.

And that’s it. The man moves around and Klaus is distantly aware of being pushed backwards to sit on a chair, his Father somewhere above him. Everything else is silent. Klaus, ironically, feels a kind of numbness surrounding him, so different from the kinds he’s used to, and yet so similar. There’s no longer ringing on his ears, panic’s whispers; instead, there’s silence, but not empty silence. The air feels heavy around him as if surrounded by an invisible fog, cotton around and inside his head, blocking thoughts and emotions alike.

Because it’s true, isn’t it? There’s absolutely nothing he can do. No option for him to choose, no actions for him to take. There’s nothing he can do to stop their dad. Who would stop him? Who could stop him? Who knows what things he has to get rid of them? It was easy enough for him to do as such to Vanya, what else couldn’t he do? His siblings, they’re all human, they’re all vulnerable. They can all be killed. They can all die. They already had in one timeline. Hell, they all had in several timelines.

There was absolutely nothing he could do. He could try to escape, but would he dare? Would he be able to run fast enough towards his siblings before any of them being killed somehow? They weren’t even close to their usual part of the mansion. He wouldn’t make it. He couldn’t make it. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t do anything.

He’s frozen, barely there, hopelessness numbing everything, a void inside his chest, something broken, something inside his chest he had almost managed to forget, taking everything away. He’s trapped. They were supposed to be better this time around. And now because of him he might lose everything again. He can’t. He can’t leave. He can’t let him do that, not to any of them. They are all he has left. They are everythi-

He flinches and reality rushes to him.

Reginald has just made a cut on his wrist. His vision is blurry from silent tears he hadn’t felt falling, blood feels warm against his skin as it runs through his hand. His Father takes a few steps back to lean on the table, now full of equipment he hadn’t seen before.

He’s trapped again. He actually doesn’t feel the need for drugs right now, and what a funny thing that is. Somewhere in his mind, a little Klaus actually acknowledges that fact, but it’s almost drowned by the numbness stuffing everything like cotton, his mind, his eyes, his ears.

He’s trapped again, and for the first time that isn’t the problem. All the times before, it was all about how long he’d be locked for, how long he’d be forced to endure the screams and the agony and the hatred and the desperation of lives cut short. Getting out eventually had never been the issue.

Now? Now there’re ghosts looking at the scene with blank faces yet curious eyes, but he can’t hear them; there are broken souls around him, yet they don’t go near him; there’s a Monster just like before, yet now he isn’t the one throwing him to the wolves, instead the Monster is now the sole torturer.

He’s trapped again, and now he knows there’s no getting out at all.  

[asrisartarena]

It’s been two months since I last did a redraw of my OCs (I rly need to get back on the ball with that oops), but I was in an OC mood, so I used the opportunity to redesign Hatter Dobhail, who’s next in line after Lokka!!

As always, his bio and stuff will be under the cut!!

Name: Hatterson “Hatter” Dobhail

Nicknames: Hatter, Hatty, Hatsy

Age: 17

Gender: Gendervoid

Pronouns: He/Him and They/Them

Romantic/Sexual Orientation: Demiromantic Pansexual

Birthday: June 31th

Star Sign: Cancer

NDs: Autism, ADHD, BPD, DPD, PTSD, Anxiety, Psychosis, and Paranoia

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Height: 6′0″

Powers: Dark magic manipulation and shadow teleportation (both from the demon bonded to his soul)

Likes: Creepy and scary things, alcohol, good food, horror movies, Halloween, being with Dankia (his gf), loud music

Dislikes: Authority figures, hallucinations, nightmares, people hurting his loved ones, fire, crowds, most vegetables, wheat bread, small dogs, being touched by strangers

Bio: Hatter is the son of Carroll Dobhail (his father, who was a hatter/hat maker) and Dymphna Dobhail (his mother, who was a housewife). While his family wasn’t exactly rich, they were a happy family; until one day, their house mysteriously caught on fire when Hatter was only five years old. He was the only survivor thanks to...well, he’s not sure, even to this day. A mysterious force saved him from the inferno just in time, and when he woke up the next day from falling unconscious, he saw strange markings under his eyes that he didn’t have before. He didn’t think about it much, since he was only five at the time. The only thing he has left of his family are his hat (his father was going to save it for his 16th birthday, but he had Hatter grab it before he escaped the burning inferno that was his house), and an old picture of the three of them together that Hatter keeps safe in a little compartment in the top of his hat. To this day, he has no idea how the fire started all those years ago, but he has a feeling it was one of the townsfolk, since his mother was considered a witch by most of the town due to her odd mannerisms and behaviors.

With no family to claim him, he was soon sent to the local orphanage, where he was outcast by the other kids due to the rumors spread about his mother, thinking it applied to him as well. After a few weeks, he was sitting near the fence that bordered the orphanage, and he saw a little girl with pale blue hair come up to him and compliment his hat. Not really used to someone willingly wanting to talk to him, he fumbled out a compliment about her hair. The girl giggled, and introduced herself as Danika. Hatter also introduced himself, and after that day, Danika came by almost every day to visit Hatter, and they would talk the entire time Hatter had outside time. This went on for a few years, and with Danika’s help, he managed to escape the orphanage when he was about ten years old, and he an Danika ran away together.

They managed to find an old farmhouse owned by an elderly man, who took them in and provided them food, shelter, and even work. Two years later, Hatter was inside helping the old man with some chores when he suddenly heard Danika screaming outside. He rushed out and saw that one of the bulls was attacking her, and she was on the ground getting trampled on by the bull. Hatter, filled with so much rage, started running towards the bull, but he blacked out soon afterwards. Once he came to, he saw the bull a few feet away, dead and with three huge slash marks across its side. There was blood on him, but not on his hands. He heard Danika crying and saw that her entire left side was covered in gashes and bruises, and he immediately rushed her inside the house to be given first aid by the elderly man. He successfully tended to Danika’s wounds, and Hatter stayed with her until she was well enough to walk. She was covered in scars now, and she cried because she didn’t think she was pretty anymore, but Hatter thought she was just as beautiful as she was before, and the two grew even closer that day.

They lived with the elderly man until he died three years later of old age, and he left his farmhouse to Hatter and Danika, where they have been living together until they were sixteen.

Fun Facts

Hatter’s last name, Dobhail, means “unlucky; unfortunate” in Gaelic.

The demon that’s bonded to him is a Siamese Twin Demon named Left and Right; Left is the more impulsive one, whereas Right is the more sensible one. They bonded to Hatter when he almost died in the house fire, but neither of them know how they found Hatter in the first place. Hatter’s memory of that day is extremely blurry, and it’s a void in Left and Right’s memories, so they hope to figure it out eventually.

Hatter likes to drink, but he doesn’t drink in excess; he likes to drink for fun, mostly. The only alcohol he refuses to drink is beer and wine, because he doesn’t like how they taste.

His favorite alcohol is rum.

Danika is his depended and fp.

He’s doesn’t really understand most English slang and jokes due to his autism and the fact that English isn’t his first language (his first language is Gaelic, and he learned English from Danika and the elderly man who took them in), but he catches on pretty quickly.

He has little to no volume control, and he doesn’t know he’s being too loud unless someone tells him; the only person he actively tries to control his volume around is Danika, since loud noises startle her very easily, and he doesn’t want to unintentionally scare her.

He doesn’t like being touched by people he’s not close to, and will flinch away if a stranger so much as brushes up against his shoulder.

Hatter has psychosis, so he will have the occasional “episode”. When these happen, he gets extremely anxious and paranoid, and he’ll spout word salad and act jittery and nervous. If they get bad enough, he’ll start hallucinating and screaming and he’ll try to run away from where he’s currently at, but Danika so far has been the only one to successfully calm him down from any episodes he has.

He’ll also have a fairly reoccurring nightmare where dark, shadow-y blobs will try to drown him in darkness and rob him of all his senses. These can turn into night terrors if Hatter’s not woken up soon enough, and Dankia’s usually the one to wake him up if she hears him having a nightmare.

He’s able to calm himself down from his episodes or his nightmares, but it only happens every once in a while.

Danika is the only person Hatter actively acts affectionate with, and even then it’s usually nothing more than hand-holding and hugging with the occasional peck on the cheek, and sometimes even cuddling if he’s comfortable enough that day.

He has the attention span of a squirrel, but Danika’s been helping him with that.

Hatter is also very expressive with his body language, and likes to stim by tapping his hands and feet on stuff, jiggling his leg, pacing, and chewing on stuff; Danika bought him a special chewing necklace so that he doesn’t chew holes through his shirt or bite his nails to stim. The pendant of the chewy necklace is a white skull and crossbones, and he usually keeps it in his hat, since he doesn’t really like wearing necklaces.

Danika was the one who painted his nails, since she thought it would help him not bite them as much; it worked for the most part, along with the chewy necklace.

He’s not a huge fan of keeping up his personal appearance (as long as he’s clean and at least looks decent, he’s doesn’t really care otherwise), but he refuses to leave the house until he does his eyeliner.

He didn’t know how to read in English until he was ten; Danika and the elderly man taught him how to read in English along with speaking it.

He considers Left and Right as his annoying siblings.

Him and Zalem are actually pen pals, and Zalem was the one who helped Hatter and Danika move to America.

[curioscurio]

just saw a post abt coran headcannons and wanted 2 make one :)

yall  think shiro’s space dad but its actually a part time job that he shares with coran

he feed u soup and keeps u worm when ur sick

but when HE’S sick he’ll either work till he’s dying or keep it from everyone. He’ll completely deny he has anything unless it puts the team in danger (ex: lightly poisoned? mamma didn’t raise no pussy. Contagious poison? don’t touch me im sterile) 

sleep is a suggestion to him. Alteans don’t need as much sleep as humans anyway, but coran is constantly awake and ON THE MOVE. basically a cryptid

he’s always around in case any of the paladins have nightmares or insomnia at night or something and makes them sweet root tea or something. :’’-)

eyes and markings glow when super happy or excited (allura too!)

he’s ripped as fuck hes goddamned beefy and when the paladins find out they’re like: ?!?!?!?!

lance: he’s..... thicc

coran has no favorites (lance) but will go the extra mile to make every paladin laugh if they’re feeling down

talks to the lions when repairing them or just hanging around them. he tells them stories and jokes. blue thinks he’s sweet but green nearly falls over laughing bc she thinks he’s so funny. then when he tells a pidge a joke and she doesnt get it he’ll grumble and say smthng like “green would have laughed..”

this guy CAN FLIRT 

seriously, one time they were on a mission and both coran and allura were there for diplomatic reasons and the prince of the alien planet started getting fresh with allura. coran swoops in.gently takes his hands. leads him away from allura looking into his eyes. he’s got the most charming voice and smile ad says something like “ i can see the universe in your eyes” tHE ALIEN IS DEAD HE’S ENDED. 

paladins have memes about him 

“vore me daddy coran” (this is his least favorite)

* pidge goes up to the beefiest alien with the biggest muscles ever* “coran... is that you... how did you get here...”

*lance and keith making out* “you know who’s the best?” “hmm?” “coran” “lance what hte fuck”

they actually love him a lot and when they’re concerned abt him he doesn’t quite get it bc he’s the advisor not a paladin or the princess?? ‘why would you guys worry about me im replacab-” “NO??? FUCK OFF??? YOU’RE THE BEST???”

has TONS of tiny scars on his hands from mechanic work but they’re so fucking smooth and soft like a little baby hand. everytime he takes them off u can hear someone running down the hall “GLOVES OFF” and someone dives to the ground to hold his hand

WANTS TO FIGHT EVERYTHING? 

i mean he’s very diplomacy first and shit but if someones down to fight or threatening the paladins... gloves off. he socks them right in the face and starts a huge fight which he wins. it’s actually a little scary.like he’s all dirty and torn up and wiping blood from his nose with his knuckles and spits on the guy he just pummled. the guy is crying. he turns back to the paladins with a wide grin and and goofy laugh “sore losers am i right ;-)”

allura can beat him in a fair fight and he doesn’t hold back (too much) 

hands shake when anxious and gets real clumsy. ;ike theres a line. normally he has sturdy hands, if he’s nervous or anxious or paranoid they shake like the devil and he trips over stuff and you want to keep him out of the mechanic room (unfortunately thats the first place he’ll go) however he can stitch up your wound faster than lightning, and is very calm in the face of real hardcore danger

Paladin specific headcannons under the cut:

Lance:

would die for coran and vice versa

reminiscence about home planets together

is very gentle with coran, even though coran is usually the rock 

GOD HE GETS SO ANXIOUS ABT HIM SOMETIMES LIKE coran will do something incredibly dangerous like hanging from the rafters upside down (he’s done it so many times) or going days on end without sleep (really it’s for a project) or engineering something with dangerous substances that often can and will blow up in his face ( i s2g i will save u from another explosion)

complains to the paladins about the shit coran makes him go through but also wouldn’t have it any other way

Pidge:

TERRIBLE INFLUENCE ON HIM

both of them will collaborate on a project and then you won’t see them for days.

they live in the Castle Basement where they do experiments and shit. Pidge is worse than Coran about sleep so they have a couch down there that coran will carry pidge to and lay her on if she falls asleep during work.

if pidge is with him, coran makes sure to schedule breaks and snack times so pidge doesnt crash horribly. he brings her food and makes sure they don’t stay cooped up for weeks.

pidge knows this which is why she helps him so often ( that and she really enjoys learning new altean tech and hanging w him) 

will march in and drag coran from a project if she thinks he needs to take a break or a NAP 

Hunk: 

hunk loves to draw and sketch and whittle and stuff in his spare time! coran can barely hold a pencil. hunk teaches him how to draw and paint and coran just loves it so much. “coran what are you painting” “it’s a sworlump” “it looks nice” 

in turn coran teaches hunk how to whittle. hunk has shaky hands so learning this is helping him be more confident with his strokes and dexterity! 

hunk can FIND coran. he’s got a detector. he senses him. if corans sick or smthng or injured but trying to hide it he can sniff it out like a hound dog and is the only one that can actually get him to rest or visit the medbay. usually ends up carrying him there. i love hunk. 

Keith: 

it’s not that he doesn’t worry about coran (he does a lot) he just gets pissed a lot bc he doesnt get why coran can’t see how important he is. 

but also trust coran to know his limits 

wants coran to spot him when he trains bc if he’s training with the other paladins he has to keep a stoic face and perfect form. but since he does it to burn out stress, he gets really messy and emotional and nasty when he does it. like he’ll get so frustrated and cry and tear shit up and halfheartedly swing his bayard until he’s all drained. 

coran doesnt ever judge and makes sure he doesn’t go past his limits or something. can calm him down if he’s super distressed without it feeling patronizing. 

Shiro:

SHIRO HAS A MAJOR CRUSH ON CORAN LMFAOOO

GETS FLUSTERED AROUND HIM ALL THE TIME

coran: *smiles*

shiro: i would die for you

can train comfortably with coran as well as allura! but allura is sometimes too intense for him and he needs someone who is really in control of the whole thing. coran knows how to disable his arm if things get too wack. coran is a really good parter to spar with bc he likes to do funny banter and keeps shiro from getting lost in his head. 

shiro will eat anything coran hands him without hesitation. everyone else is??

turns out shiro has no taste buds but it makes coran happy so

coran once had to carry shiro out of battle bridal style and shiro couldn’t stop blushing for hours 

Allura: 

they’re so mischievous together lmfao

you’d think coran would be the one to be like “no allura you could get hurt!!” but unless it’s a huge life or death situation he’s such an enabler for her and vice versa. “HEY ALLURA I BET YOU CAN’T SHOOT THIS APPLE FROM KETIHS HEAD LL THE WAY FROM THE BRIDGE” “coran you fool i am the strongest one on this ship i can do anything” They’ll both find the most dangerous animal on whatever planet they’re on and ride it. coran used to be against her drinking and stuff but now that theres been a war going on they’ll basically do shots together and talk abt altea. THEY LOVE TO FUCK WITH THE PALADINS 

“oh no!! it seems Lance has caught the.. uh.. Altean stomach worms...”

“oh yes princess... so sad. we will miss you lance.rip in peace”

“princess have you drunken your florppinus potion this month?”

“ ...........OH YES THAT ONE. YES IM ALL READY FOR THE RECKONING. PRAISE THE ALLENIUM”

coran: did you know alteans can breathe pure quintessence?

lance: :O

allura: *holds up a jar of mouthwash* it’s so beautiful

[krisawesomeness]

I was ten when I realized I hated my body. I realized why I always asked my mom if I could change my hair or the way my skin looked. But it wasn't really till I was ten that truly hated my body. My parents always made jibes about eating habits I was used to it, my siblings did as well. "Wow you eat like garbage disposal" my dad said. "Yeah it's sort like shark sis, they keep it eating, eating even and searching for food until they die." Those were only one of the few things. Ending fourth grade was bad I finally came to terms that my father or essentially biological father hated me. Because I was inferior. But really it wasn't till 10 that I truly hated my body. I had made food for my siblings and they pointed out the difference in our bodies and my younger sister even though we were a couple months apart said I was fat. I guess I was overreacting I mean I was still skinny but that just set me off. I started to not eat snacks throughout the day or even dessert. I still ate most my meals until my father said "if you keep eating your going die by your mouth like a fish." After that skipping meals became easier. I woke early then my siblings so I ate a cereal bowl and didn't any lunch when my parents made dinner I ate half and said I wasn't that hungry. I just kept thinking maybe I'll be skinny like sister or beautiful like my mom. Then I stopped eating breakfast and didn't eat till dinner or ate a fruit in the morning and ate nothing till dinner where I gorged myself then would look in the mirror and wish I could throw it up. I didn't realize that my ribs were showing or that my mom had noticed or that had finally stopped eating and drinking. I could look and think maybe my stomach will go away. My mom eventually confronted me. It was scary she gave me this big vitamin pill and told me to swallow it back then I couldn't drink pills. I just shocked on it while she started I started crying, "mami I can't." She then told "if you keep this I'm going to make you drink these every single day. Your beautiful, and your killing yourself I don't want to lose another baby. I spent years as an anorexic so I know what your doing so your going to stop. Your going out there and finishing your dinner. If I find our you threw it up be prepared for the consequences." After that I realized I couldn't lie to my mom I began to eat even though I hated it. My moms favored line to this day when she tells us dinner and ones says we aren't hungry. "Did I ask you if you were hungry. No I told you food was ready." Then she would serve you more than usual and make sure you ate all. Looking back it seems petty. It wasn't till I was ten that I realized I hated myself. Even now as I prepare for prom I'm scared to death of being ugly. I believe it. But truly I wasn't suicidal just depressed. It wasn't till I was 14 that I only saw a monster in the mirror. I was never one of those kids that cried about nightmares or woke up screaming. I just cried silently. It wasn't till I was 14 that truly felt afraid. I started sleeping less I felt chained and like I was followed. I became paranoid which led to more sleep. I started blacking out and sleeping in wrong intervals. I kept seeing things in shadows. But it wasn't till my quince till I believed I was unlovable. If you don't know what quince is look it up. But to put simply a fathers role is very important. And during the time I though my on father wants nothing to do with me. Believe me I love my dad but he isn't my biological father. I hadn't heard or seen mine in years but I yearned for him even though I hated him. Didn't help my self-esteem. By then I thought everything was to much like why couldn't the world go away why do they expect me to be happy. But all I felt like doing is screaming and crying and hurting something. It wasn't till we moved to whole new state that I knew. We always moved but we always stayed in Florida but this time we were moving to a fucking small city in new York for someone else. Dad decide to move so we could be closer to my sister. And I hated him for it. I didn't want to leave what I had know most my life to my parents whim that it'll be a better life when it was just a selfish want not a need. I thought I wasn't enough. When moved hear it became apparent we couldn't take care of ourselves financially so I got a job to help out but it didn't feel like enough. I wasn't enough. The doctors gave me medicine for limb pain, increased sensitivity of my nerves causes me pain. The draw back medicine makes you more anxious and increased negative thoughts. It worked for my limbs, I became worse. My family was turmoil and could do anything. My dad was always and angry, my mother disappointed, my little brother became withdrawn and sleep deprived. So I just kept working and going to school. The frustration kept building until we got to an argument. "Your so fucking selfish. Can't you think of someone other than yourself." My dad said. "You never learn do you. Just do what your told and that's it" my mom said. "Your so fucking self centered, name" my brother said. At the time maybe I was. Maybe I am selfish. At the time I yelled at my brother like always did reacting in anger before thinking then feeling immense guilt for very thing I do to someone. Constantly apologizing. It wasn't till I was 16 that I really looked at knife again. At 14 I thought it was to pretty for it touch my skin like how something so clean touch something so impure. At 16 I started thinking blood ruining down my arms would be a nice contrast. I felt joy then guilt for trying to hurt myself, the idea of the pain became addicting, I read more stories and looked at images and the ideas continued. But it wasn't till I was 17 that I told a doctor in front my mom. She never looked me the same. I came home with bruise on my arms and legs from bumping into things and she immediately thought I did it to myself. Ha! I really wanted to laugh even if it would sound bitter. I really wanted to laugh. I stopped thinking about suicide. At 16 I met people like me and saw my friends cutting scars and suicide attempts and I felt sick. I learned why she did it and I felt selfish and evil for my stupid reasons. My biological father allow he did was hit me and then abandon me. My family just shit they don't mean. Yet she suffered more and here I sit thinking about when she went through worse I felt selfish. I'm 18 years old now. I think I'm better yet I'm writing this and feeling a sick clenching in my chest. I have anxiety attacks and increased depression depending on the months or what happens at home. Had recent one, he called me selfish again while grieved death of family member. My mom slapped and told me to show sympathy and why couldn't care about anyone but myself. I just felt like throwing up. I stayed in my room and ran to the bathroom and just felt like screaming like nothing I did could be right. I just thinking of bad case scenarios and kept wanting to cry but I couldn't breathe. I wanted to scream for someone to hold me but I knew no one would. Eventually tears spilled and I saw the mirror again and think to myself why am so selfish. "They don't matter, you just keep moving. Why are you crying stop being weak." I told myself looking myself in the eye. I ended up texting and ranting to my best friend until she pointed out I was having a panic attack. Yet I thought no way I know the signs but I just kept reading her words until I calmed down. I'm 18 and I don't know why I'm writing this. I mean it could about the survey we did at school about are health and it brought of suicide. Or it could be that the familiar feeling of dread is filling my stomach. I don't know. But what I know is that I'm 18 and I was asked to prom by a hot guy. And all I'm thinking is for my parents not to look at me with disappointment even when moments ago they said they were proud. Anyways need to get this off my chest. This my story so far but not all of it. Your probably asking do you still hate yourself. My answer: I don't know anymore.