#takashi shirogane imagines

[ovsyashkin]

my overstimulated ass demanded adashi today

[robylovi]

LMAO THIS WAS SO OUT OF POCKET???

[holysheithyall]

high school au sheith where shiros the loser

[empty-blog-for-lurking]

You all have no idea how obsessed i am with "Quintessence can turn humans into eldritch horrors" yall have no idea

[sofonn]

silly little shunk comics for me as a treat

[moraxist]

do you guys think shiro sleeps with a body pillow

[edenaffinity]

Lance's Playlist (as told by me)

Like my Keith "playlist", I've see a lot of same-y character playlists for VLD characters on Spotify, so I took it matters into my own hands.

Disclaimer: I know next to nothing about music, this is based off purely vibes and that one edible I took

Firstly, I wanna say that Lance differently listens to a wide range of music. His family definitely has influenced what he listens to, as well as his friends. But he also finds a lot of more current, popular music himself, as he tries to form his own, unique taste in music.

Secondly, this songs seem really random when you put them all together, but I swear it works.

So with that said:

1. I Wanna Dance with Somebody by Whitney Houston

This is Lance's go-to karaoke song. He knows every word since birth and when he sings it, he sings it with his entire body.

2. Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy by Queen

He's "Lover-Boy Lance" and he knows it. And idk I just feel like he likes Queen. Probably has Queen t-shirts and posters and shit too.

3. STAR WALKIN' by Lil Nas X

This song fucks and I feel like Lance gets really hyped to it. Like, it's on his running playlist/work out mix.

4. Carry On by fun.

This is from his childhood, straight from his older siblings. They used to scream the lyrics every time it came on the radio in the car. Lance also knows how to play it on the guitar.

5. Grenade by Bruno Mars

Another from childhood, and he still relates to it. Because, yes, he would literally take a grenade for somebody. He also sings it as dramatically as possible to the nearness person whenever it comes on.

6. Break Your Heart by Taio Cruz

This song fucking bops and Lance rushes to the dance floor when it comes on the bar. He's the type of person to have tons of playlists for any given mood and this is on his early 2010s nostalgia playlist.

7. Loverboy by A-Wall

Once again, he's Lover-Boy Lance and he knows it. Hunk definitely sent him this song and now, whenever they're hanging out, they listen to it. It's their song <3

8. Out of My League by Fitz and The Tantrums

Pidge played this once while they were hanging out and Lance hasn't been able to forget about it since.

9. People Watching by Conan Gray

Lance has fallen asleep while sobbing to this song on multiple occasions. He's a hopeless romantic at heart, for sure.

10. Liability by Lorde

Lance has ALSO fallen asleep while sobbing to this song on multiple occasions. He didn't think he's relate to it as much as he thought he would, but here we are

Honorably mentions:

Just A Stranger by Kali Uchis

Bet On It from High School Musical 2

breathin by Ariana Grande

Better Than Me by Doja Cat

My Boo by Usher

Keith and Lance as Taylor Swift Songs 👸🏼

Klance as Taylor Swift Songs 👸🏼

Keith's playlist ❤️

[bisexualmultifandommess]

Imagine that scene in Paper Girls where KJ talks about knowing if and when you like girls with her future self’s girlfriend but disguising it to be about movies but with Lance asking Shiro about his sexuality but trying to disguise it with something but Shiro just knows and is really soft when explaining it.

[californiannostalgia]

wtf I loved lemonade mouth holy shit

shiro married the drummer from lemonade mouth holy fuck

Just thought y’all might wanna know that THIS dude

Is the dude who voices Curtis (Shiro’s hubby). AND he has abs for days

(His name is Blake Michael and he’s an actor; he was Charlie in Lemonade Mouth and teenage Alcide Herveaux in True Blood)

[atiianeishaunted]

just remembered i can rant on here yippee >///< have a rant abt takashi shirogane bc im that man's number 1 hater, this will be horribly written and disjointed bc i jus need 2 get this out of my very soul, im tweaking SO BAD, a conversation w red is not enuff.. im homophobic to this man and this man alone. tomato tomato tomato shiro

also im a certified keith apologist that boy does no wrong free him ...

can you imagine taking in a little orphan boy thats clearly craving stability and proceeding to utilize him as a tool/replacement for you to live vicariously through because you cant accept retiring fully despite health concerns EVERYONE is telling you to not ignore ....... ??? not to mention him abandoning keith the first chance he gets even though he knows full well keith has literally nothing besides him (i find it hard to believe he wasnt aware of the unfair treatment keith was going through) (also side note, abandoning adam was also crazy..... adam shouldve lived jus so shiro would have to face the consquences but yk) (free adam he did nothing WRONG) (someone write a fic where adam lives n confronts shiro im begging)

also does anyone else find it suspicious that keith never mentions adam and vice versa, same w matt/pidge, shiro is shown to be very close to the holts (side note, if you ship shiro x matt DNI, that boy is a CHILD), so shiro was just hiding the fact he adopted a whole kid... insane behavior? methinks? also on that mentioning the holts, he treats them way better than he does the child he ADOPTED, constantly prioritizes them and treats them liek actual family. red worded it best when he said that shiro views the holt as family n keith is just a recruit to him ,,, punching the AIRR

shiro not once ever shows unconditional care towards keith, i know people will argue with that but like just think about it, everytime he shows some sort of care or concern towards the kid its usually followed up by it benefiting him, the constant "you cant run off / you cant die / etc etc. because you need to carry on my legacy" ???!??/.1/1/ hate that!

keith sees shiro as his savior essentially liek a god who can do no wrong, we constantly see this by the way he talks about the man and how far hes willing to go for him while shiro holds him at arm's length and constantly neglects him?!?!? idk why everyone jus treated that as cute ????? shiro is a horrible guardian to keith man ,, he encourages destructive behaviors and keith's insecurities purely bc it benefits him !!!!! straigfht up grooming the kid into being the perfect soldier/student/you get the point for the garrison

i coudl rant for hours and hours abt this but liek im genuinely so mad my brain is blank,, extreme hater hours, might add onto this hashtag later everytime i get mad about him, again this is a mess, you will prolly hear this rant a million times over from me, slightly more well constructed next time hopefully,,,,,,

[autisticlancemcclain]

When Shiro hears news of his mother’s death, his first thought is good riddance.

His second thought is fuck. Loudly, and repeated many times in his head. And out loud. In the middle of the night, sitting straight up in bed, startling his fiancé awake.

“T’kashi?” he mutters, eye squinted as he blindly pays the bedside table for his glasses. “What’s going on?”

Shiro’s mouth works on autopilot. “It’s my mother.”

As it always does when she is brought up, which is frequently due to her many life decisions, Adam’s face wrinkles as if he just bit into something very sour.

“Oh. What the fuck is she up to now?”

“Uh, the afterlife.”

Adam’s face freezes. Shiro chokes down hysterical laughter. It doesn’t work, and comes out kind of reedy and strangled.

“Mr. Shirogane,” comes the tinny voice from his phone, and Shiro startles.

“Oh, shit, yes. Sorry. Um. I wanted to ask about my brother. Where is he? When can I pick him up?”

There’s a hesitance from the other end that Shiro doesn’t like. He sits up straighter, if at all possible, and Adam’s face hardens — it has been a four year long fight, with his mother, to try to get Keith over as often as possible for even an ounce of stability, and not a fight they have won very frequently, but it is not one they’re willing to give up. Shiro has no doubt that the state will fight just as hard as his mother did.

Adam and Shiro will simply fight harder.

“The safety of the child is the state’s first concern,” the lawyer says neutrally.

“Great. Give me an address and twenty minutes, then, and I’ll bring him right home.”

The lawyer’s voice is steely. “He is home, with a lovely young couple who are happy to have him.”

“There is a lovely young couple who he is related to and whom he has familiarity with right here,” Shiro grits out. “Tell me where my brother is.”

The lawyer waits a moment. “It might be a difficult transition, you know. It would be nice for Keith to have a mother and a father, for once.”

Before Shiro can even blink, a hand reaches over and snatches the phone right from his face, and Adam throws it open onto the bedspread, presses speaker, and sets off.

“You listen here, you gristly assed motherfucker. Takashi has the right of next of kin. Failing proof of neglect or abuse, which you have tried and failed to invent on our end so many times the court as all but banned you from trying again, Keith is legally required to be placed in our home should Shirogane Saori be found incapable of care. And, as you can imagine, lying on a table in a morgue renders one quite incapable. If you don’t provide an address clearly and concisely in the next fifteen seconds, I will sue not only you and your firm, but you mother, your father, your children, and you dusty tailor, you ugly brown suit wearing hetero. Are we understood?”

There’s another stretch of silence, wherein despite the gravity of the situation Shiro considers proposing to his fiancé again, before the lawyer finally speaks.

“…Group home on 4th and King.”

“Thank you,” Adam says tersely, and slams the phone closed. He scoffs at it. “Fucking jackass. Someone should kill him.”

Shiro snorts. Then he giggles. Then he starts laughing, and then he can’t stop, and he laughs so hard tears come to his eyes, and then they don’t stop, either, and his breath hitches and a lump forms in his throat and his whole face starts to get itchy. Adam pulls him into him immediately, cradling him into his lap like he’s a child, and he goes without resistance because it’s Adam doing to holding, and because he doesn’t know where this sadness is coming from. He has hated his mother for more years than he has loved her. The only time he’s thanked her for anything in the last eight years was one he held Keith in the hospital, skipping his first day of high school to do it. She has been crueler than kind to him for most of his life.

But she was his mother, in many ways. In all ways except the ones that mattered. And apparently that counts for something.

“We need to go,” Shiro whispers, trying to lift his head. Adam gently presses it back into his neck, holding his arms around him.

“It’s four in the morning, starshine. Maybe we wait a few hours?”

“No.” The hoarseness of his own voice makes him wince. “He can’t…Adam, I don’t even like my mother, and look at me. Keith is going to be inconsolable. She carted him around like a baby doll. He loved her.”

Adam winces. He knows it’s true as much as Shiro does. Their mother’s erratic lifestyle has gifted Keith an assortment of attachment issues, as evidenced by the tantrums whenever she dropped him off at their apartment when she was bored.

Not that Keith understands the issue. Because he is four, and because he has gone through more things in his four years of life than many children will before they are even ten, but not enough to stop thinking his mother is the most important person on Earth.

Quickly they dress, shoving in whatever clothes are near without worrying about looking presentable. They don’t bother with much more than brushing their teeth, skipping shaving and breakfast and coffee in favour of speeding to the parking garage.

It only takes them fifteen minutes to get to the group home the lawyer has mentioned, and they waste no time in rushing up the steps, uncaring of social norms or etiquette as they ring the doorbell and stand fidgeting at the front door.

It takes a long time for the door to open. Shiro can’t help feeling like that is intentional.

“What,” barks the man at the door, as if their intent isn’t expressly obvious given the circumstance.

“I’m here to pick up my brother,” Shiro says as politely as he can manage. “Keith?”

“He’s sleeping,” says the man, who Shiro presumes is one of the foster parents running the home. “Come back tomorrow.” He tries to slam the door shut, but before he can register his own movement Shiro is slamming his hand against the door. The wood cracks under his palm.

He doesn’t bother saying anything. He doesn’t have it in him. He simply shoves the door open, sending the man stumbling, and strides in, remembering at the last second to try and keep quiet so as to not wake any other sleeping children. It takes him three tries to find the right room, but when he finally swings open the right door he knows, from the very second he sees the lump of blankets on the bottom bunk in the far right corner. He stands frozen for a moment at the door, watching his baby brother breathe, seeing the dried tear tracks on his face, the stutter of his breaths and shake of his chest. His thumb is firmly in his mouth, a habit he’s had broken for two years.

Shiro’s eyes begin to leak again. He feels Adam squeeze his bicep once in comfort, then wordlessly he walks off, gathering the messy scattering of Keith’s things into a large backpack. Trusting him to know or guess what belongs to his brother — all largely things they’ve bought him — Shiro approaches the bed, kneeling carefully at the edge of it. He reaches out and brushes Keith’s hair out of his face, gliding his thumb across his forehead. It wrinkles as Keith wakes, squinting his eyes up at Shiro in grogginess and confusion. It takes him a moment to register what’s going on, but Shiro knows the exact second it does, because his indigo eyes go blank the way they do when Keith is so far overwhelmed he can’t even come close to starting to process how he feels. Shiro braces himself for whatever vitriol, likely directly quoted from their mother, is about to come out of his mouth.

“I don’t want you,” Keith cries. He makes a sound in the back of his throat, cracked and strained; a long, keening cry. His face twists up and he glares at Shiro in what can only be described as betrayal, as if it’s Shiro’s fault their mother is gone, as if it was Shiro’s evil plan to take her away forever so he can never go back.

He wouldn’t even be surprised if that’s what their mother has told him. It hurts anyway.

“I know,” he chokes out, hushed. He brushes his thumb over Keith’s forehead again, slow, from temple to temple, and to his surprise his brother leans into it slightly as his breaths hitch with sobs. “I know, baby.”

He exchanges a look with Adam, who, God Shiro loves him so much, understands immediately: they have ten minutes.

Two years ago, when their mother dropped Keith off at his doorstep one day and fucked off to Atlanta for a week, Shiro decided enough was enough. Keith was convinced she was coming back to get him every morning and was devastated when she didn’t. It was an endless, sisyphian cycle. Shiro took the day off school, took his limited funds, and brought Keith to a paediatric specialist. It was of course not the most thorough evaluation, as that was something that could only be done with time, but there was almost definitely some valuable input. Shiro learned, in harried, layman’s terms, that their mother’s flakiness meant Keith always believed he was about to be left behind. Her babying of him lead him to believe that he was at fault when that happened. When he was actually happened, he was prone to tears and affection, trying to win back his mother, trying to prove that he was a good enough baby doll for her, basically.

And if that doesn’t work…well. Then the hurt and the anger start, and God knows how long it will last.

“Ten minutes,” Adam mutters, stuffing one last thing into the backpack and shoving it over his shoulders. “Let’s go.”

Taking the blanket with him, because fuck these guys, Shiro lifts his baby brother up, holding him tightly to himself, pressing his face into his neck. He starts to powerwalk down the hallway back to the front door, Adam close behind him. He vaguely hears the same man who opened the door start to argue with them, start to try to stop them, and he trusts Adam to handle it, because all he can hear in his head is a countdown. If they don’t make it to the car in time and Keith starts really wailing, they are going to take him away, and Shiro knows he will never get fucking visiting rights because the family court system is the most broken thing in America, and Keith will be shoved into some random group home that doesn’t care about him and won’t care about him and he’ll be treated like shit or worse not treated like anything at all, and he will grow up thinking that there is no one who loves him and no one to turn to and Shiro will never forgive himself or his mother or the world.

He needs to get his brother to the car.

He rushes down the beaten down concrete steps as fast as he can while still being careful in the dark. The car is half a block away, the only place they could find parking, and he starts to jog, ignoring the ache in his arms. He’s held Keith for longer. At the seven minute mark, he registers yelling voices and a door slam and Adam’s rapid footsteps behind him, and by the ninth they make it to their beat up piece of shit fourth-hand car, throwing open the back door, setting Keith down gently, bucking the kid in as quickly as they can manage.

Shiro has lost count of how much time they have, if they have any at all. His heart pounds so rapidly he can feel it everywhere in his body. He’s bitten the inside of his cheek so harshly he can taste blood. He feels like he’s gonna throw up.

He’s barely thrown a seatbelt on by the time Adam shifts into gear and tears out onto the busy street, cars honking at him. Shiro meets his eyes in the rearview mirror, trying to find strength in his look, in his support. He tries to tell himself that the worst part is over, now; Keith is with him, beside him in the back seat, Keith is going to stay with him forever, now, he is going to make his baby brother’s life stable from now on. They are starting to swim their way out of the deep end.

And then the wailing starts.

It’s loud. Keith takes a huge, deep breath, then lets out a noise that Shiro can only describe as agonised, so big and heavy that it pulls on his little body, straining against the seatbelt. His face is bright red from the force of it, and Shiro can count his teeth with how wide open his mouth is. Bizarrely, Shiro wonders if he’s loud enough for the windows to break, or their eardrums. He’s not sure if his own pain comes from his ears or his heart.

“I want my mama!” Keith sobs, shouts, screams, cries. “I want my mama! I want my mama!”

“I know,” Shiro whispers again, for what feels like the millionth time that night. Between Keith’s stuttering breaths Shiro hears Adam’s soft cries, looks up to see tears streaming down his face. He’s surprised to find his own face dry as a bone, the lump in his throat he’d felt earlier completely disintegrated. He feels hollowed out. “I know, Akira. I know. I know.”

Shiro wonders if this is what it feels like to drown.

[nodutra19]

Persona Stand Name Headcanons

Only for the stuff I'm familiar with tho, so the mainline games and PQ1. I'm ignoring doubles and ultimates tho.

P１ ＣＡＳＴ

Naoya Toudou - A Simple Game

Kazuya Toudou - Changeling

Maki Sonomura - Ojalá

Masao Inaba - Uknowhowwedu

Kei Nanjo - Reflections

Yukino Mayuzumi - Kurayami De Dance

Eriko Kirishima - SEARCHLiGHT

Hidehiko Uesugi - Slim Shady

Yuka Ayase - Turf Dancing

Reiji Kido - Sixteen Tons

Kenta Yokouchi - Shame

Yuriko Yamamoto - Guilty As Charged

Michiko Matsudaira - Rock the Casbah

Kumi Hirose - Suicide Lane

Takeda - Instanbul

Tomomi Fujimori - Elton John

Takahisa Kandori - Bitches Brew

P2 ＣＡＳＴ

Tatsuya Toudou - Stargazer

Maya Amano - Spanish Doll

Lisa Silverman - Nana

Eikichi Mishina - WOLF DOWN THE EARTH

Jun Kurosu - In the Wake of Poseidon

Joker - Starless

Tatsuya Sudou - False Start

Junko Kurosu - Triplicate

Anna Yoshizaka - 1200

Ginji Sasaki - All Hail the Crimson King

Takashi Hanya - ...Meets His Maker

Ixquic - Funky Motion

Youichi Makimura - Don't Stand So Close to Me

Yasuo Inoe - Sadist Tastes Copper

Hiroki Sugimoto - constellations

Tamaizu Nirasawa - Mysterious Traveler

Musubu Torikiri - Maze

Katsuya Suou - Hotel California

Ulala Serizawa - Waffle

Baofu - KRS-One

JOKER - Munshun

Philemon - Somewhere Far Beyond

P3 ＣＡＳＴ

Minato Arisato/Makoto Yuki - The Mystery

Minako Arisato/Kotone Shiomi/FEMC - The 18th Letter

Yukari Takeba - Umbrella

Junpei Iori - Party and Bullshit

Mitsuru Kirijo - Bright Lights, Big City

Akihiko Sanada - The Moody Blues

Fuuka Yamagishi - Harvest Time

Aigis - Remember That

Koromaru - Canserbero

Ken Amada - Mature Opinion

Shinjiro Aragaki - Nobody Speak

Elizabeth - Final Home

Takaya Sakaki - completed nihilism

Jin Shirato - Evolution Rush

Chidori Yoshino - My Witch

Metis - Black Birds

Theodore - Extension

??? - Giving Up the Ghost

P4 ＣＡＳＴ

Yu Narukami - John Dope

Yosuke Hanamura - AMERICAN MUSCLE

Chie Satonaka - Warzone

Yukiko Amagi - Anger of the Earth

Kanji Tatsumi - Hit 'Em Up

Rise Kujikawa - Super Shy

Teddie - Inexplicable

Naoto Shirogane - Walk the Walk

Margaret - Yerbatero

Tohru Adachi - Radiologue

P5 ＣＡＳＴ

Akira Kurusu/Ren Amamiya/Joker - The Offspring

Morgana - Rasputin

Ryuji Sakamoto - Apocalypshit

Ann Takamaki - Change the World

Yusuke Kitagawa - Imagination

Makoto Nijima - Under Pressure

Futaba Sakura - The Number Song

Haru Okumura - Breakdown

Goro Akechi - Keeping the Motion

Caroline and Justine - Duality

Sumire Yoshizawa - crushcrushcrush

Takuto Maruki - Don

Zen - Starch

Rei - Winter Lane

[kismetconstellations]

Reminder, because it seems like some people need it, even though it's been six long, Godforsaken years since this series ended: Shiro is Voltron: Legendary Defender's gay male lead and representation.

Not Adam. Not Keith. Not Lance. And, most certainly not the piece of human-shaped set-dressing Shiro was married off to at the absolute last second for the sake of combatting "Bury Your Gays" accusations and trying to garner praise for the hack showrunners who killed Shiro off, in the first place.

Shiro was conceived as a gay man from the very beginning. Which is what makes him promising to keep Pidge's true identity a secret so significant. It's what makes him, specifically, encouraging her that, "Owning who you are is going to make you a better Paladin", so important and special.

If you can't see the value in the Team Leader, a conventionally masculine ace pilot forcefully turned exceptionally skilled gladiator, who survived just about every sort of Hell imaginable, from illness to imprisonment to torture, who had his arm taken from him and replaced with a weapon, who canonically suffers from debilitating PTSD, and still, in spite of all of it, manages to be warm, compassionate, gentle, and willingly dedicate his life to saving others, being a gay man, you need to confront your own biases, and stop making everything about ships and shipping.

Shiro didn't need to be in a romantic relationship for his identity as a gay man to matter. Shiro's ex dying didn't negate that identity, and suddenly render Shiro heterosexual.

Voltron: Legendary Defender's Takashi Shirogane is a gay man. That fact, in and of itself, is special, significant, and worthy of celebration. On his own, Shiro is enough.

Shiro is enough.

[justsomevoltronstuff]

Hello! :D I know it’s a silly question..but i was playing sims(as one does) and I wondered if you had any hcs of the paladins interior style? Like what colors (not only their signature I guess)and type of furniture? What type of home/apartment?I’d appreciate the help! Have a nice day!

okay absolutely have not had mental capability for like anything creative but I’ve also started a job in real estate so interior design make me go brrrrrrrr lately-

Shiro I feel like is either really plain and like necessities only or really homely. Like he either has the most basic cheap couches and tables and chairs and like, the plain white plates you can by at Walmart for like 10 bucks (you know the ones) and all the walls are just whatever color the previous owners/renters had them as so he has a random light pink room, a green room, etc. OR OR OR you walk in and get smacked in the face by comfort, like he has knick knacks and pictures and random antiques littering every surface, he has a china cabinet with the fancy dishes, he has a cabinet dedicated to coffee mugs and like only two of them match cause the rest of that set broke ages ago, all the other Paladins have their own designated mug, like it’s never specified but like, you KNOW the teal one with the cow that god knows where came from is Kieths, and that’s just how it works. I don’t think he has a specific color pallet bc it’d depend on like what the house looks like, and it’s either minimalistic or the vibe of the house.

Kieth has an apartment, his bed is on the floor, the only reason he has a couch is because Lance and Hunk just showed up with it one day and left it there. His cabinets are boxed Mac and cheese and canned beans, he uses paper plates/bowls and plastic cups/silverware, and there’s only like two pictures in the whole place, one of him and the other Paladins (and Allura and Coran) and one of him, his mom, and Kosmo. He’s not much of a stay in one place type so he doesn’t have a lot BUT if he were to decide to settle and make a home it’d have a garage, a huge backyard, and enough space for any and all of the Paladins to visit, and let’s face it, Lance probs did most of the decorating, as long as Keith has a place to sleep he doesn’t really care much what it looks like.

Lance is Aesthetic™️ and you can’t change my mind. He’s full on redecorating his house for every single holiday, his attic is a maze of shit only he knows how to navigate. His kitchen is probs black and white with a pretty accent color and his dishes all match the kitchen color scheme, like the fancy ones with the swooshy designs, ya know? So. Many. Throw pillows. Lol. Has pictures of his family and the paladins everywhere, along with various pieces of art. Walking in is like stepping in a magazine but at the same time feels so comforting.

Hunk plants everywhere. I don’t know how to explain it, but he’s a total plant dad. His kitchen is immaculate, the kind of place you love to hang out in, also has mismatched mugs bc he likes to collect them from places he’s gone and it’s a go to gift for him. I think he has a bunch of books on everything from How To guides to the entire Riordanverse. Tools scattered everywhere and various projects littering almost every surface. Has a blanket his grandmother knitted him draped over his couch. Random Voltron merch everywhere bc he can’t help himself when he sees it.

Pidge is either a clean freak with a perfectly put together house (as long as you don’t open those drawers) or it’s a fuckin mess and a half with a walking trail from one room to the next but otherwise there’s no way in hell. Also has projects literally everywhere, collections of random space tech, we’re not gonna question it. Probs a fairly monotonous place, lots of whites and greys, has an entire bookshelf for family pictures and sentimental things but aside from that, it’s the house of a scientist. Has a plush green lion on her couch. Has two perfectly cleared out mostly untouched guest bedrooms in case her family or any of the paladins visit.

~Admin Rori💜

[soulsbleedink]

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GENSHIN IMPACT ★

diluc

kamisato ayato

zhongli

al haitham

neuvilette

kaeya

cyno

kaveh

SUPA STRIKAS ★

skarra

shakes

riano

kat

VOLTRON: LEGENDARY DEFENDER ★

takashi shirogane

keith kogane

lance mcclain

hunk garrett

pidge gunderson / katie holt [platonic]

matt holt

lotor

princess allura

THE DRAGON PRINCE ★

callum

rayla

runaan

ethari

aaravos

ezran [platonic !]

NIMONA ★

ballister boldheart

ambrosius goldenloin

nimona [platonic !]

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Monsters and Mana 2 - Save The World, Get The Girl - Chapter One

Character:  Keith Kogane, Pidge Gunderson/Katie Holt, Lance McClain, Hunk Garrett, Shirogane Takashi, Coran, Princess Allura, Matt Holt

Pairings:  Keith/Pidge

Warnings!:  This is going to be one looooonnnggg fic! I think? So far I'm barely into the plot and I have four chapters, so let's see how far we go! I'll add warnings as they come up!

Summary: After many battles, the war is over, and the team have finally got some well-earned downtime! Having noticed that Pidge and Keith had feelings for one another but hadn't yet acted on them, they decide to have Coran run another campaign, this time with the two as betrothed royalty!

A/N: Here you go, guys! This is chapter one of my Monsters and Mana follow up which is basically a fantasy story involving or rather leading up to some Kidge romance!

Also! The title is actually something my brother has as a tattoo!

Chapter One

‘Keith, you’ll love this!’  Pidge bounced up and down beside him, walking down the corridor to where the rest of the team were waiting in a large booth in the garrison rec room.  ‘We all have our own characters and everything!  I’m a tough warrior!  With a huge axe and full plate armour!’

Keith smiled down at her exuberant explanation.  He had been away with the blades when they last played and each of them had mentioned at least in passing how much fun the game was.  ‘Meklevar! Best axe fighter in three lands!’

‘I can’t wait to see you in action, Meklevar.’

‘I can’t wait to see what you choose to play.  Just, not a paladin, okay?  It’s meant to be an escape, not art imitating life.’

‘Who chose to be a…’

‘I want to be a paladin.’  Shiro argued, leaning on the game table and giving Coran a firm look.

‘And like I said, this is a one off adventure and you all have prewritten characters to fit in with the plot.  Here’s your character, master thief.’  He slapped the datapad with the character information on into Shiro’s chest.  ‘This will be a good exercise to get everyone out of their comfort zones and utilise your imagination while you’re at it!  You have to work with what you’ve got in the field and this is no different.’

‘A…thief?’  Shiro looked at the datapad in despair.  This wasn’t what he had been hoping to play.

‘Here you go, Princess, as discussed.’  Coran handed them each a datapad.  ‘Matt should be along in a few doboshes too.’

They each took a seat around the table, Keith and Pidge side by side as they always seemed to be these day and it hadn’t escaped anyones notice.

‘Hey, no peeking!’  Allura pulled her datapad away from Lance who was trying his best to get a look.  ‘This has sensitive information pertinent to me and me alone!’

‘You just got it, how do you know what’s pertinent and what’s not?’  Lance leaned in closer.

‘Coran and I have spoken at length about my character’s background, and if you don’t stop I will move seats!’

‘Fine.’  Lance sat back in his seat, arms folded and pouting.

‘Now, I want you all to go around the table and introduce yourselves.’  Coran began.  ‘Character descriptions are on page two.  Keith?  As a newcomer, why don’t you go first?’  He passed him his datapad.

‘Alright.’  He scrolled hesitantly.  ‘It says I’m Prince Theophilus of Qiomend, Theo for short.  My country is in negotiations to ally with the neighbouring country of Ephbe, who we have a trade deal with but it’s delicate at best.’

‘Hey, how come Keith gets to be the prince?’  Lance argued but a well placed elbow and glare by Allura silenced him.

‘I agree.’  Keith replied.  ‘Lance is much better suited for this kind of role.’

Coran stared at Keith, his left eye twitching.  ‘I have spent a lot of varga making this campaign and you will stick with the characters I have designated.’

‘Just do as he says, Keith.  It can’t be as bad as being a thief.’  Shiro scowled more than he should have, given it was only a game.

‘Princess, if you will?’  Coran asked without taking his eyes off both Shiro and Keith beside one another, evidently unimpressed by their disappointment.

‘I am Mylaerla.  A beautiful, mysterious woman from the exotic tribe of Daquin.’

‘Yes you are.’  Lance grinned at her, which she easily ignored.

‘Shiro?’

Shiro sighed.  ‘My name is Airdan Swifthands, a master thief for hire.  I come from Ephbe and have a reputation for retrieving lost things with the least amount of casualties.’

‘That actually sounds rather heroic for a thief.’  Pidge commented.  ‘More like a bounty hunter or…’

‘A bailiff?’  Hunk suggested.

‘Moving on.’  Coran passed Hunk his pad.

‘Oh, wait, no, I’m a bounty hunter.  Lore Greyarrow.  I come from Snagrore, a mutual enemy of both Ephbe and Qiomend.  Cool.’

‘Lance?’

‘Let’s see what main character sharpshooter gets to play.’  He scrolled with a smug smile on his face, until he reached his background.  ‘What the quiznak is this?’  He waved the pad at Coran.  ‘You have to be kidding me?’

‘Not kidding in the slightest.  You are Billy, Prince Theophilus’ loyal servant.’

Keith burst out laughing as Lance continued to complain.  ‘Oh no, I’m not being his servant!  I don’t even have a last name!  I may as well be a slave!’

‘Not a slave, per se.’  Coran twirled his moustache thoughtfully.  ‘But your family do owe a debt of honour to Prince Theophilus’ family, which is why you’re completely devoted to him.’

‘Remember, this is a good team building exercise.’  Shiro interrupted before the arguing could get any worse.  ‘And the way you’re delaying things we’ll never get to the story.’

‘Well, said, master thief!  Lastly, over to you.’  Coran handed the second to last datapad to Pidge.

‘Okay, I’m Princess Quieta Ambrossia of Ephbe.  I’m the sister of the newly crowned king who wants to make peace with neighbouring Qiomend.  I spend my days…’  she looked up at Coran.  ‘Seriously?’

‘You’re a princess.  Your pastimes include embroidery and dancing.’

Pidge narrowed her eyes at him.  ‘I’ll bring your research to the top of my list if you let me make ten changes.’

Coran stroked his chin thoughtfully.  It was a tempting offer.  He had been wanting to know the results of his research into the correlation between the amount of the Earth beverage coffee related to the number of times he had to expel his waste water and until now he had been held to the longest of waiting lists while so called more important projects got the go ahead.  ‘Two changes.’

‘Eight.’

‘Three.’

‘Five, and I throw in a coffee gift card I got for my last birthday that I haven’t used.’

‘Done!’

They shook hands across the table.  ‘Great.’  Pidge pulled up the rulebook and started making changes.

‘No fair, how come she gets to make changes?’  Lance complained yet again.

‘Because she drives a hard bargain.’  Coran straightened his posture as though he had won some great moral victory before opening his own datapad.  ‘Our story begins in the great hall of the castle of Ephbe kingdom.  You have all been summoned here by King Z’opetes the Just, older brother of Princess Quieta.  Oh, except you, Princess.  You’re not here.’

‘Got it.’  Allura nodded.  ‘Then, where am I?’

‘Not you, Princess, Princess Quieta.’

‘Me?’  Pidge looked up hearing her, in her opinion, stupid character name.

‘Yes, you’re not here.’

‘I’ll just keep doing this then.’  Pidge turned back to her pad and Coran continued.

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