#thanks for the note anon!

[the-lightning-strikes-again]

How would you have ended Voltron ??

In particular, what would you have done with Lotor and Allura ??

Hi, anon! Oooh what an interesting question!

If I absolutely had to start with the end of s8, assuming everything before has still occurred:

The easiest option would be that Allura doesn’t die, given that her life force is tied to Voltron and the Realm of Universal Consciousness is where the living and dead exist in the same space anyway.

Instead, previous paladins of Voltron, current paladins of Voltron, Voltron itself, and others (including a willing/repentant Lotor) help Allura restore the universe so that it’s not always just mostly her doing all the heavy work, offering their spiritual energy together to accomplish this massive feat. (Because legit, we need some found family / stronger together vibes! That’s the heartbeat of Voltron!)

It’s during the restoration that the selfish and defeated Honerva gets purified / fully restored herself.

The restoration burns out the rift creatures haunting the quintessence field.

When the universe is restored, Allura realizes she can bring the previously dead with her from out of this liminal space.

All the current paladins open their Lions to take in refugees and bring them back to their restored planets.

While Allura might offer them a second chance, Honerva and Zarkon choose to stay behind, as do many of the victims of the 10,000-year war who prefer the peace they’ve found.

Cue Allura’s heartfelt convo with her parents, who like many of the elders choose to stay behind, but not before doting on their daughter and offering her something that indicates the crown of Altea has been passed down to her / replaces the circlet she lost in s7. Perhaps Allura can still call on her parents in some way if she ever needs help or guidance (as previous-franchise versions of Allura could do). (More under the cut!)

The elders (Zarkon, Alfor, Honerva, etc.) could agree to help guard the flow of quintessence in some way, so that the living have sustainable access without going insane. (Idk what the limits are of this liminal space they're in.) Or else maybe the true secret of sustainable power is revealed through them, answering the problem that started this whole war.

As the paladins are encouraging others to come back with them, Lotor hangs back in the crowd. He does not feel worthy of a second chance at life, and is possibly unsure whether he even has the energy to try. He feels shame over his past and how quintessence twisted his mind.

Out of all the paladins, Allura approaches him and holds out her hand. “We were meant for more than fear and war,” she says, voice soft. “Do not be afraid to live.”

Lotor asks something like, deeply hesitant, “What life do I have? I isolated all allies and nearly destroyed the universe in going mad.”

Allura goes silent and then tries again, still holding out her hand, “And yet, the universe is restored, and all here know you took part in this great work. Your energy and will is a part of New Daibazaal’s atmosphere, its rivers and valleys.” She manages a weak smile. “If I remember correctly, you always did want to explore.”

“And can the past be so fully undone?” he asks. “Would I even be free to explore?”

Perhaps some moment where Zarkon and Honerva take responsibility for Lotor’s screwy life. Bonus if he gets some kind of call that the Galra still need a leader to help them in this new phase of peace, and that he hasn't reached his true potential yet.

Probably, some paladins chime in, validate that the alliance is back on, and the serious moment gets broken.

Lotor grabs onto Allura’s hand. She leads him to Blue Lion, where he joins the multitudes returning to the restored universe.

The Robot that jettisoned itself off Lotor’s spaceship from S5 is part of the crowd!! Lotor reunites on-screen with his cat, Kova!

Cue silly paladin shenanigans, a few stowaway mice finding a new resting spot on Lotor’s shoulders, and Allura’s new circlet catching the light as the paladins of Voltron launch back toward their reality, away from the Realm of Universal Consciousness.

Cue a pan-out to the restored universe, where the rift is healed, and New Altea and New Daibazaal exist side-by-side as their suns rise.

I think something open-ended, in the context of several characters—focused on a theme about not being afraid to live, about reconciling the past with the present—would hype that found family / stronger-when-we’re-together / comic energy that made Voltron unique…and leave lots of possibilities for the fandom to explore this new world!

If I could roll the clocks farther back than s8, I’d massively overhaul several things about the show. But this is just where I see a way to better land what we got toward the end.

Thanks for this ask! So fun to think about!

[no-psi-nan]

LITERALLYYYYY!!!!

They don't include the bit with Akechi inspiring Kusuo's offer of continuing to okay with Kusuke a while longer either... 😔 Even though that is a huge turning point in their relationship.

I'm sure a lot of these omissions are purely to save time since they just have a few minutes per minisode to cram everything in, but it's still a little disappointing. Making anime is hard, huh?

I'm glad there's an anime at all since that's how most of us got introduced to the series, and the silver lining is that the manga is there to show us more depth and more jokes that we missed in the anime!

[tonycries]

HEAR ME OUT

I've been having this thought for five business days already and it's driving me insane. Rockstar! Geto making you sit on one of his large amplifier speakers without your panties, you're soaking wet as he hooks his guitar and adjusts the settings and makes sure it's LOUD. He starts playing one of his famous tunes and dare he composes new ones on the spot to put in his new songs while he watches you squeal and shudder while your clit is getting stimulated by the intense vibration from the speaker. Your juices are coating the amplifier as he shreds his guitar with a raging boner, determined to bring you to your orgasm with each passionate strum of his guitar

(istg if you decide to write a fic about this, my life is yours fr 🙇🏻‍♂️)

OH MY GOODNESS- YOU DESERVE A STANDING OVATION FOR THIS WHAT 😳 COME BACK IN HERE AND FINISH ME OFF THIS!!

[xxplastic-cubexx]

your movie charles art gives me cuteness aggression

obsessed with getting these asks back to back and yet they both hold some truth i think ...... thank you very much everyone ....

[trashyshrew]

would love to see beyond birthday napping or relaxing or something! i don’t think i’ve seen your take on him before

thanks! hope the above is acceptable!

[fatuismooches]

𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐠𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 ♡

Prime Dottore: The original one who has seen and experienced it all. All the segments must answer to him. His ultimate goal besides having humanity surpass the Gods is curing his beloved.

Segment 01 - Alpha: Dottore's grumpy segment from his days in the Akademiya. The Outcast does not need friends or socialization, preferring to spend his time alone, but that feeling quickly dies down once he meets the person who changed the course of his life again. The reason why Prime chose to create this segment first was because he missed the days he once spent as a student with his sweetheart, but he'd never admit that to himself.

Segment 02 - Beta: Dottore's young and eccentric segment from his early days as a Harbinger. He can be easily irritated and impatient when it comes to working with others, but he has gained much personality due to a superb working space as well as meeting many other like-minded people, a stark difference considering he was merely an exiled student not too long ago. However, in Beta's free time, he solemnly works on yet another new gadget for his dearest to play with, adding it to one of the numerous boxes. The reason why Prime chose to create this segment was because his expertise in machinery was too important to let go of.

Segment 04 - Delta: Dottore's serious and stern segment who frightens many agents solely due to his demeanor. Despite his somberness, this segment does not snap or raise his voice at others. His lack of attachment and emotion is a result of his growing loss, and simply a prelude to what's to come as things only continue to spiral. The reason why Prime chose to create this segment was because of the many perfect traits an experimenter should have, despite the ways it was obtained.

Segment 06 - Zeta: Dottore's regretful segment that loathes his failure. He despises his shortcomings for being unable to prevent his dearest from centuries of suffering. Picked straight from the time when the original's loss hit him the hardest, it feels almost cruel to make this segment continuously live with such vivid, horrid memories. However, unlike all those years ago, Zeta now has a sweet voice to fill the void of unbearable silence. The reason why Prime chose to create this segment was to have someone solely dedicated to working on medicines and cures, and perhaps... an uncomfortable reminder of what could be his reality if he can't save his lover.

Segment 10 - Zandy: Dottore's child segment from when he was just a boy. He is as innocent, carefree, and curious about the world just as any child would be, perhaps a bit too curious for others' liking. Although he boasts a cheerful attitude, he struggles to keep it up for certain reasons. However, Zandy continues to smile as he hasn't lost hope... yet - but the inevitable will happen one day. The reason why Prime chose to create this segment was an interest in a child's perspective, but the only way he can understand it is with his darling's help.

Segment 18 - Sigma: Dottore's unusually kind segment that still retains certain unsavory qualities. He seems to be all smiles, and his softer voice tends to throw unprepared agents for a loop, but that calm smile can be turned into one of doom. Pinning down the time period Sigma is from is difficult, considering the existence of a segment like this just seems... wrong, but a good guess would be once he made his biggest step in surpassing the Gods, the pleasure and confidence from such blasphemy coursing through him. The reason why Prime chose to create this segment was the understanding that a gentler demeanor was useful in dealing with certain personalities instead of his other selves.

Segment 21 - Phi: Dottore's female segment and an early prototype of Omega. Her existence is confusing but then again the idea of "segments" already breaks the rules of the world, so it's best not to question it. She is teasing and similarly selfish, though she hasn't quite reached the state the latest segment has, and she has three gleaming red gems instead. Therefore, Phi must be from a time when the original was reaching his limit with what the world has handed a special someone. The reason why Prime chose to create this segment was to push the limits of what he could do once again and satisfy his curiosity.

Segment 24 - Omega: Dottore's selfish segment that has the highest authority after Prime himself, consequently outcasting himself from his other selves. Being the most selfish of them all, it can be assumed that Omega was plucked from a time when the original grew the most fed up with this world. His aura of arrogance and absolute confidence make it nigh impossible for anyone to read him, but finally being able to meet a certain someone has given him a chance to encounter a previously unachievable possibility. The reason why Prime chose to create this segment was simply the desire for another perspective, as well as needing another useful pair of hands.

[captain-bubble-wrap]

Happy New Year!! Could you possibly do an imagine about kissing Q at midnight? Ty!!

10:43pm. 

Was it really New Year's Eve already? It was incredible how quickly the year had flow. So much had happened between Quinn and yourself; some for the better and worse. Right now, things were bad again. Not between the two of you, but with the team and with his ability to stay healthy. After healing fully from the high-sticking, you thought Quinn was going to get back to his old self, sniping wristers from the blue line and stacking up points for a back-to-back Norris run. Sadly, he was looking at another two to three weeks of off-ice rest, not counting the time off during Christmas. 

Quinn hadn't traveled to Calgary with the rest of the Canucks and you could feel the effects of Quinn not being with his boys while you sat beside him in his living room. He hadn't said a whole lot today, nor had you pressed him for conversation. If he wanted to talk, he knew you were available. Other than that, you had left him alone. However, it was nearing an hour from the new year and you were itching for something to do. 

"Wanna get dressed up and take a walk downtown?" You turned toward him on the sofa, crossing your legs up under you. You weren't sure how your proposition was going to over, but you would remain hopeful nonetheless. 

Quinn sighed deeply, "Not really. I'm not in a 'going out' mood. I'm sorry, sweetheart." He would look up from his phone and give you a sympathetic glance. It was all over his face that he had no interest in leaving his apartment that evening. Normally, you'd share that same sentiment, but New Year's was once a year, and it wasn't often that Quinn was home for the holiday. You just thought that maybe he would want something to get his mind off the raincloud over his head.

You both had watched the game together. He was tense the entire time, like he was on the bench and completely powerless to command this team. Everything was a struggle, but when they had finally tied it up there was some hope that they could still turn it around. Unfortunately, the score would end with a 3-1 Canucks loss and Quinn shaking his head. This was two games without their captain they would lose, and another two points they wouldn't be going home with. 

Leaving him alone with his thoughts and whatever business he was doing on his phone, you tried to keep yourself awake and the collective mood in the apartment from completely going to shit. Watching any kind of movie was out, because you knew his mind would be elsewhere, but what could you do where it wouldn't be back in the arena, replaying plays and fixing errors? You'd pout as you bounced from idea to idea before you felt your stomach grumble. 

"Wanna bake some cookies?"

This would cause him to put his phone down, like it had been the magic words he didn't know he needed to hear. "I'd actually love that."

You'd give him a warm, beaming smile before hopping to your feet and excitedly hurrying to the kitchen. Now, you nervously hoped that you actually had everything needed for cookies! 

"What do you need me to do?" Quinn would ask, looking at you on your tip-toes, going through the cabinet before finally getting up to help you. 

"Can you grab the eggs and butter? We should have enough eggs.... I hope so anyway!" You remarked nervously. 

"Sure," he replied flatly, taking a moment to scan the interior of the fridge. "Anything else?"

"Nope! That's it for the cold stuff, thank you."

"Mhm."

Quinn would shuffle around to the island, taking a seat while you messed about, adding more and more ingredients to the space in front of him. You knew he was trying his hardest to come off as happy, but you knew he was having a hard time. You wouldn't press him to cheer up, and if he had wanted to go back to the living room, leaving you to finish them, it wouldn't have bothered you.

"Sorry I'm not much help," he mumbled, like he had read your mind. 

"What? Oh, you're okay, baby! I'm glad you're here, that's enough!" Your smile had brought a little glimmer to his eyes while he continued to sit and watch. Quinn had been the only boyfriend you had had where just being in the same space with him brought you joy even if you were both doing different things. You could feel him watching you, making you smile more when you had your back to him. The slight squeak of him moving back his chair had been the only indication that he was on the move. 

"What can I do to help?" He would say, snuggling in tightly to your body, making it near impossible to move anywhere. 

You'd take a minute to think of what you could have him do, but you also didn't want to take him out of his comfort zone. 

"Can you just keep doing what you're doing?"

"Just...holding you?"

"Mhm!" You giggled, reaching for the sack of flour and measuring cups, struggling to reach due to Quinn's grasp. "I'm not asking for too much, am I?"

"Not at all. I just feel guilty watching you do everything." His voice was low, and sprinkled with the sound of depression and anguish. You knew that's how he had felt watching the games he couldn't participate in: hopeless and useless. 

"Well, I can't hold myself," you laughed, overlapping your hands on his at your waist. "You're doing a great job."

Quinn would playfully scoff at you giving him a verbal gold star, but deep down, he was so thankful that you didn't ridicule him when he got in these moods. He knew he could be so hard to deal with and the fact that you took every one of them at stride meant so much. Tonight was no different. 

The minutes would tick by quickly as you measured numerous ingredients into varying bowls before finally combining them into one, homogeneous mixture resembling chocolate chip cookie dough. From time-to-time, Quinn would dip a single finger into the dough, and each time you would softly tap him on the hand.

"Baby!"

"Quality control test," Quinn teased.

"You've said that three times now! Don't make yourself sick!"

He would let his arms fall from around your body, when you hinted that you needed to move away from where you had been standing. He seemed to be in a slightly lighter mood, having peppered you with delicate kisses the whole time you worked. How you loved having him home with you, just doing silly little domestic things like a normal couple did. However, having a partner like Quinn, and his profession, you never took the little things for granted. 

"Okay, fifteen to seventeen minutes," you said, putting the filled pans into the already hot and ready oven. You'd set the timer and walk back to him as he leaned against the counter. Quinn smiled at you, taking your hands in his at his sides. 

"Now we wait?" He asked, blinking slow, like he was fighting sleep despite being awake at this time rather often. 

"Mhm, come on, baby. You look exhausted," you confessed, trying to drag him back towards the direction of the living room. 

"I'm okay. I'm afraid if I sit down I'm going to fall asleep."

You acknowledged the truth in his words before another brilliant idea came to your mind. "Oh! I know! Wait right here, 'kay?"

Regrettably, you'd let go of his hands so you could cross the room and dim the kitchen lights to a low, golden glow. 

"Alexa, play Moonlight Serenade," you'd ask, returning to Quinn's arms. 

"Playing Moonlight Serenade, by Glenn Miller on Amazon Music."

Quickly, the apartment was filled with the crackling of a vintage record recording and the 1940s orchestra that was responsible. It was an easy enough waltz to sway to in the comfort of each other's company, there in the kitchen while the cookies bubbled and baked in the oven. Quinn would smile over your shoulder the whole time, having finally been able to shake off the feelings of failure. 

"Everybody loves somebody sometime~," Dean Martin would croon through the apartment's speakers. "And although my dream was overdue, your love made it well worth waiting for someone like you~

You couldn't help but giggle. It was like the song was saying what you were feeling and Quinn held the same sentiment. Silently, you two would continue to dance together to the love songs of old until the beeping of the timer pulled you apart. You'd both turn to see that the clock also read 12:00. 

"Happy New Year's, baby," Quinn would say first, tipping your chip up towards his awaiting lips. 

"Happy New Year's!" You replied, your lips just hovering next to his. The kiss was long, and sweet and everything you wanted to welcome in the new year with. Neither of you would let the other go for several minutes after, sharing multiple more affections until Quinn reminded you of the cookies.

"I'd really hate for your hard work to go to waste. We can always finish this later," he chuckled, pulling you in for one more heartfelt kiss. 

"Well, we'll have another fifteen to seventeen minutes," you winked, taking the pans out of the oven. "Does that work for you?"

"Oh, absolutely."

[strobbylemonade]

ok I’m literally in love (I’m.so normal I’m so normal I’m so n)with how u draw Dante/dante scars. how did u decide on the scars. what are the scars. where are the scars from. pleapslepelaplalslplpeewlpelepleplsplsplpeleplaplspleplepleplapplplplelapl

i MIGHT have gotten a little carried away with this but yeah! i'm not very good at anatomy but i tried my best. (edit: second page is meant to say guido not gubo T-T)

[if-loki-was-a-fox]

Uh may I request pixel art of Gem and Pearl? okay bye!

Murder camel murder camel murder camel-

[kiyomitakada]

what draws you to misa amane?

oh this is such a good question let me see if i can do it justice.

two of my favorite themes in anything are

characters who are performances

what if love was not good

and misa is basically like if you took these two and smashed them together in a way perfectly calculated to obliterate me

like she's so! our first introduction to her is her pretending to be someone else (the first kira) so well that she even fools the audience. our second introduction to her is rem telling her that she is only alive because someone loved her, someone was killed by their love for her, and misa looks down for a second — looks almost sad — and then smiles and immediately starts scheming to kill her too.

who the fuck does that? what is wrong with her?

i think what misa understands fundamentally is that love is a weapon. if you asked her she'd laugh and say that's silly, she's a romantic after all! but she knows how attraction works and she uses it like a physical object with rem and higuchi and her jailor (when she thinks she's being tied up by a stalker and she starts offering bits of herself in order to get them to give her more freedom. mr stalker, the video won't be interesting if i can't move. oh, i'll give you an autograph, i'll shake your hand…)

and like, sure, that's how any femme fatale works, but crucial to the entire act is that misa doesn't admit it. she acts stupid on purpose! she's a cute little girl, she's misa-misa! all of this is literally in the text but she is just so good at acting that people forget about it! she isn't your usual scheming seductress character (also a character archetype i'm obsessed with, incidentally) because she knows better than to let anyone see her scheming.

look at this bit where she's specifically trying to get sidelined and successfully gets light to sideline her

+ i literally just posted about it but this scene where she decides to go behind everyone's back to uncover higuchi as kira drives me up a wall. the way she immediately covers it up with asking light to come to bed to her. i've seen so many people just screenshot that last part out of context because it really does look like a normal misa thing to do, haha misa and her conviction that light is in love with her, so funny! and that is the exact thing she is relying on to make sure they don't catch onto her. she pulls the same trick on the reader that she does on the characters. isn't that! insane! and it works every time!!!!

and of course talking about misa is never really complete without talking about her and light. it is my personal belief that she has a bpd favorite-person fixation on light that she convinces herself is actually romantic, but mental illness headcanons aside i am obsessed with the way she conceives of their relationship? on their first meeting she says out loud that she doesn't care if light just plays the part of her boyfriend ("i'll work hard to make you love me") but she doesn't want him to date other girls in public. she doesn't actually mind that he doesn't have feelings for her (yet!) but she cares about the appearance of their relationship. about the facade. she keeps putting both of them in danger by showing up to see him when he's told her not to. she gives up her actual memory of light but is relieved that she doesn't have to give up her feelings for him, specifically. she is over the moon when L and rem say she's in love with him (not the other way around!). and this

this fucking scene added a decade to my lifespan

rem: you tried to kill yourself over this boy misa: (sincere) that's awesome!

like she isn't actually enamored with him. she's enamored with how in love with him she is

oh that reminds me. addition to my favorite themes in anything list:

3. SUICIDALITY

misa halves her lifespan twice. risks her life to catch kira multiple times in yotsuba arc. as aforementioned goes to meet light even though it threatens both of them. literally says aloud i'd rather die while i'm still young and pretty

her parents are dead. she is nineteen years old and incredibly traumatized. the conclusion here is very straightforward.

misa calls kira her savior even though she knows kira isn't the one who actually saved her life with gelus. kira doesn't even save her parents, just avenges them by murdering their killer. so why is he her savior? because kira gives her a reason to live again. her goal now is to meet him, and then after she meets him, get him to fall in love with her. this is impossible because of the way light is and in some ways i think that is ideal for misa: there's always something to keep going after, some reason for her to not die yet. but she keeps throwing herself at death anyway in the meantime because if she's going to die then she wants it to be for love. i did all that for light? that makes me so happy!

the two times i think misa is completely entirely honest with the audience are when she's in confinement and when she's in the forest alone, right after getting her memories back:

christ.

this is imo why she sides with light over kira in the yotsuba arc. because what she actually wants is to not be alone, to have a reason to live, and kira helpfully provided that for a while but now that she's under constant surveillance to make sure she's not siding with kira and now that her boyfriend is also trying to catch him, she's going to side with the boyfriend so that she can keep light by her side.

what i really like about this is that it's so… amoral? misa does think kira is doing good for the world but she personally doesn't care, she just wants to be loved. she will twist her morals into whatever necessary to make sure that she is loved. she really doesn't care about anything else. she frames her good friend for the kira tapes. she places zero value on her own life and by extension zero value on anyone else's — even light's, to be honest, see above about how she's willing to put them both at risk to see him — and it's the most entertaining thing in the whole world! it's so awesome! she's so awesome!

and the best thing is that this comes back to bite her so hard in the second arc because now that she's lost her memories she can't remember why she's with light in the first place but just like in yotsuba arc she understands that this person is the only reason she is still alive, that she has to be in love with him, that he has to be in love with her, and it doesn't matter how either of them actually feel because that is How The Story Goes for a cute little girl. it doesn't matter that she's canonically developing alcohol dependence issues (see her dinner with kiyomi) or that she never sees her fiance anymore. she's still misa-misa. she's still everything.

her trick folds in on itself. she's been pretending to be a good non-murderous girlfriend for so long that when she loses her memories and her internality she has to believe herself. she becomes the shell she was putting on for light

where's the post. here. [light, about misa]

like isn't that the coolest thing in the world! she's been acting for the audience both in- and out-of-universe for so long that she has nothing else to believe in! becoming the mask is a form of ego death! isn't that the most meta thing ever! i love her so much im going to die

oh god this is getting long. umm. conclusion

there's this framework i like to think about characters with that i call zoom-in and zoom-out, where the zoom-in focuses on their internal life and conflicts and feelings etc. and the zoom-out focuses on their role in the narrative, outsider-pov style. the best characters are the ones that are compelling both zoom-in and zoom-out style.

zoom-in: misa amane is a deeply lonely and deeply suicidal teenager who latches onto the first reason she finds for living and clings onto it (him) for the entire rest of the series while constantly putting on a moe act for the sake of survival and then just because she has nothing else

zoom-out: misa amane is the second kira, stalks a high school boy to his house, kills over a hundred thousand people at his command with the same bright smile, and is such a good liar that people still come away from this show calling her stupid.

[the-lightning-strikes-again]

I have been reading the second law and I now remember why it was such a comfort fic to me and why I keep coming back to it ;_;

thank you so much for reintroducing me to voltron. Brings back so many memories.

Take care!

Hey, anon! Thanks so much for returning to this old fic of mine. The Second Law was my first-ever Voltron fic, haha, and I still plan to complete it one day! (I've got, like, 5 pages of the next chapter, lol) I hope you have many happy Voltron memories and that you continue to make new happy ones too!

[the-broken-pen]

love your writing yo can I ask for a little hurt-comfort mlm

“Oh. Oh. That’s—that’s a lot of blood,” the voice above him sounded strangled, like they were choking on every word.

The hero cracked an eye open, dizzy and cold and tired, and hummed something that could have been an agreement.

“Hey,” he said, voice raw, and his friend stifled a sob as they collapsed onto their knees at his side.

Their hands pressed hesitantly against the wound, and they were trembling. His hands were slick with blood. It took everything in them to drag them, shaking, to rest on top of his friends, and press down hard.

The pained noise he made caught in the back of his throat. Just barely.

“You have to press harder,” he managed. The pain had swelled to something almost unbearable. He was drowning in it, to the point where it was almost the kind of pain where it became something wretched, something else that swallowed you whole. “The bleeding, it—“ he had to stop, gasping for a breath.

His friend had started crying, but they pressed harder, dutifully. He loved them for it.

“I don’t know what to do,” they sobbed. “You don’t do hospitals. What do I do.”

He let go of his friends hand, digging for his pocket. His grip slipped the first two times; he managed it on the third, sliding his phone onto his stomach.

“Speed dial,” he offered, and closed his eyes before the look on his friend’s face made him vomit.

“Speed dial? Speed dial. Okay. Okay,” his friend said. “It’s fine. Everything is fine.” He was certain his friend wasn’t saying it to him. Their free hand scrambled for his phone.

By the time they managed to get it to ring, the world around him had turned into something muffled and cotton around him.

“You? You’re his speed dial—don’t…I don’t know what….bleeding…not responding…please, just….”

A crack cleaved the air, the smell of ozone suddenly stronger than the smell of his own suffering, and then a hand was replacing his friend’s. The other found the side of his face, thumb curving under his jaw.

“Hey,” and oh, he knew that voice—something raw in his chest eased. “Can you open your eyes for me?”

He managed, just barely, and the villain peered down at him.

“Hey,” he croaked.

“You’re bleeding out,” the villain said, and it was the softest he’d ever heard him. “You need care, or you’re going to die. Can I move you?”

Do you trust me?

“Always,” he tried, but it came out weak and desperate.

The villain pressed harder, and he keened high and pained in the back of his throat. On instinct, his hand darted up to the villain’s wrist, latching on too tight for anyone without superpowers to handle. The villain didn’t flinch.

“You’re okay,” the villain murmured. His thumb brushed over the hero’s jaw, soothing.

There was something the hero was forgetting—

“My friend,” he choked out. “Where—are they—where—“ he struggled to sit up, and the villain simply guided him back down.

“They’re fine,” the villain promised. “I sent them home. Maybe a little traumatized, but they’re okay.”

“Okay.” The hero nodded to himself, or he tried, or he didn’t. “Okay. They’re okay, okay, I’m—“

“Okay,” the villain finished for him, and even half sick in pain the hero could tell he was intentionally keeping his voice easy. “You’re okay. You’re going to be just fine, I promise.”

His hand shifted underneath the hero’s back.

“Breathe for me?” The hero tried, and managed a half wheeze. The villain just nodded. “Good. This is gonna suck.”

His other hand wormed its way underneath the hero’s knees. He blinked, trying to clear his blurry vision, and the villain stared at him. Barely disguised concern was written into every inch of him, like the only thing his bones could remember was panic. For him.

The villain was scared for him.

That was bad.

“What’s going to suck—“

The villain hauled him upwards, and his vision went white.

He woke up some time later, chest heavy and head floating somewhere above his body.

He hummed something that might have been a question, and the villain was above him in an instant.

“Are you in pain?”

The hero blinked at him for a moment. Mostly because he couldn’t really remember how to do anything else. The world felt sluggish. A second delayed behind normal. Which should have been concerning, panic worth and world ending, but it simply just…was.

“No,” he said finally, and his voice sounded weird. His throat ached, separated from him by a wall of warmth. “I was screaming?”

The villain swallowed, hard, and the hero managed to drag his gaze down to the needle and thread clutched in the villain’s hand.

“Yeah.” The villain sounded like he was choking on the words. “You were screaming.”

He opened his eyes whendidheclosethem and peered upwards again. He was on a couch. Or a bed? Bed, he decided a second later. The villain was kneeling next to him, and there was something soft tucked around his legs. He went to sit up, look down at his stomach; the villain’s hand came up to rest on his forehead, gently keeping him down. He must have made some noise of displeasure, because a moment later, the villain’s hand carded through his hair.

“Easy,” he murmured, focusing back onto the hero’s side. He heard the snip of thread; the sound of the villain throwing something onto a side table without care.

“What did you give me?” The hero’s tongue felt thick in his mouth.

“Lots,” the villain said.

“Lots,” he said back, managing to sound more incredulous than he actually cared to feel at the moment, and the villain snorted. “Haven’t heard of that one before.”

“Had to make something special for the boy wonder,” the villain smoothed a hand down his side, and the hero half leaned into it. Mostly he managed to sink further into the mattress. “You burn through shit fast, you know?”

The hero did know. He knew very well, unfortunately.

“Thanks,” he managed. His head lolled to the side without his permission, resting against the villain’s arm.

“You’re going to pass out again,” the villain informed him. He made a noise in the back of his throat that could have meant anything. The villain seemed to understand regardless.

Am not, he tried to say.

The haze of medication and blood loss stole him first.

The next time he woke, he was half sprawled against the villain’s side. Something cold was set onto his cheek, and he reached up to remove it, hand clumsy. The villain caught it before he managed to remove anything.

“You spiked a fever,” he said quietly. “I just got it back down. That’s probably why you woke up. How are you feeling?”

That was…a lot.

“No pain,” he said eventually. He thought he felt the villain give a heavy sigh of relief.

The world was clearing itself up bit by bit, settling the furniture back into the correct places until it no longer felt like things were sliding around him.

The villain’s hand was back into his hair again.

“Good,” the villain said, but the hero wasn’t really sure it was meant for him.

Something in his chest loosened.

“I thought I was going to die,” he admitted, and he wished his tongue was still numb, because the villain stilled, hand curled in his hair.

“That’s not what you told your friend.”

And yeah, the hero half remembered the pieces of that. A promise he was okay. Everything would be fine. He was always fine, wasn’t he? How strongly do you have to will to will someone to stay. Exactly how many pounds of force does it take to stop someone from bleeding out—

There was a chill curling itself around his ribs.

“I thought I was going to die,” his voice was raw. It wasn’t because of his throat. He sounded afraid, even to himself.

“I would never have let you do that,” he managed a moment later. His hand resumed in his hair.

And somehow, despite the knowledge of how hard it truly was to save someone, how long it took to learn that kind of information, the knowing of exactly what was survivable and what couldn’t be escaped, how strong you had to be to shift through rubble—the hero believed him.

“I know,” he said, because the villain had to know. That he believed him. That he would always believe him.

He melted into the villain’s side.

I trust you, I trust you, I trust you

The villain hummed, in that way of his that told him he understood exactly what the hero couldn’t vocalize.

“I’m your #1 speed dial?” He questioned after a moment.

The hero huffed a laugh.

“You’re my only speed dial.”

The villain froze.

And then he was shifting, pulling the hero closed to him. The villain tucked him close, chin settling onto the top of his head. The hero pressed his face into the hollow of the villain’s neck.

“I will always come,” he said, and this time, his voice was the one that was raw. “You call, and I will be there.”

He said it like it was easy. Like it was that simple.

Maybe it was.

Maybe for them it always had been.

A fondness he couldn’t put words too settled onto his shoulders.

He simply breathed into the villain’s neck, and the villain’s arms looped around him a bit tighter.

“You’re okay,” the villain said into his hair. Like he was confirming it.

“I’m okay.”

“You’re lucky you have super healing.”

“I’m lucky I have you.”

The villain laughed softly.

“Suck up.”

“And what? You gonna stop me?”

He could practically feel the eye roll. “Been trying for years. Hasn’t stuck.”

“Well, you had the perfect opportunity—“

The villain hushed him.

“Just. Shhh for a bit,” he said softly.

The hero, obediently, shhh���ed.

The villain’s hand ran through his hair again, and his eyes shuttered closed, settling further against the villain’s chest.

“Cheater,” he murmured, and the villain huffed a laugh, but didn’t deign a response.

And together, comfortably, curled around one another like two halves of a whole, they just breathed.

[dipperscavern]

millions must know what you’re currently cooking in the drafts…

HEARD!

jon snow & cockwarming

jon snow & a fellow nights watch reader breaking the nights watch no kissy oorah rule (curtesy of spirit airlines anon)

jon during his wife’s pregnancy/taking care of his child after it’s born

a jon snow fic (no i will not be elaborating) 🧏‍♀️🧏‍♀️ (curtesy of aristotle anon)

thoughts on how the stark men would eat you out [posted]

how i think cregan would be on your wedding night as he takes your maidenhood

flirting with cregan stark

deepthroating cregan stark (curtesy of cheeky anon)

cregan stark eating you out in the godswood/under the weirwood tree

cregan stark cockwarming (curtesy of reverse elsa anon)

enough father cregan stark thoughts to make the labrant family’s breeding kink look tame

i’ll expand on specifics w the father cregan stark thoughts because i’m soooooo kind and generous and merciful. consider these your winter rations

cregan being there for you during the birth/helping you through it (curtesy of reverse elsa anon) [posted]

how he’d react to you interacting with rickon, his one year old son from his late wife (curtesy of witchy anon)

just father cregan thoughts all around. raising them, training them, telling them stories of the north, playing with them etc (same ask as cregan being there during the birth. reverse elsa anon was having thoughts) [same first link]

a lord or lady visiting winterfell & seeing the wolf pack you and cregan have

some will probably be out tongiht during thought sharing time & others will take longer because of my long ass response LOL

[movingthisblogcelestialtarot11]

what placements/aspects would indicate someone who may be into creative writing vs. technical writing (or both)?

love you & your blog, love 💞

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🤍 Technical writing: Capricorn mercury, virgo mercury 8h, mercury-pluto, mercury-saturn. Saturn 3h, mercury 12h. Saturn 9h, moon 9h, sun 9h. Mercury conj. Pluto, saturn, mars. Virgo 2h can prefer to be plain with their thoughts and structured, prefers to handle matters carefully. Explicit in their boundaries. Capricorn venus can also prefer to have a dry way of explaining themselves and expressing emotion. Taurus mercury may be into less of the aesthetics depending on their placement, but can present themselves as grounded, reliable, and intelligent. Libra mercury can also be liberal in their writing, preferring structure. If libra mercury aspects Saturn, mars, or Pluto I can see this being more technical than creative. They want to make less of an artistic impression, and more of a social, cultural, political reform through their words.

🤍 I see Capricorn mercury as being very direct and straightforward. To the point and does not waste time in making statements. Statements that are profound and concise. Same with all the other aspects listed. I can also see the 9h placements being formal, and presenting thesis based arguments lol. The type to do research on a Friday night just for a question a friend asked.

🤍 To add: if mercury sits in a water sign they are less likely to be formal, and more likely to have a poetic way with their wording. For example pisces mercury can make a native speak abstractly about their experiences, situations, and draw upon many topics. It leaves you wondering about questions you didn’t have before, seeking answers. It prompts something deep within you to stir.

🤍 Creative writing: mercury-venus, mercury-sun, venus conj. Mercury, venus-moon, sun 9h (depends on aspects and other placements) venus 3h, mercury in libra, and gemini. Mercury 1h in a water sign specifically. Capricorn moon with a gemini degree can prefer to be wordy with their statements, but still can sound direct and formal when needed. They have a balance. Gemini degrees in general denotes a creative thinker.

🤍 Venus in gemini and Libra can lean towards aesthetics in writing, but other placements can affect this. If paired with a Capricorn mercury they’ll express differently. So, pay attention to the mercury sign/placement.

🤍 Sun in the 9h can have an exuberant way of expressing themselves as well, if making an aspect to venus/mercury!

🤍 Gemini degrees/placements are intelligent and have an innate ability to decipher their emotions into perceivable words. Words people can understand. They make a profound difference. Whether it be through poetry or plain outright speaking. Powerful influencers.

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[trashyshrew]

Hey, hope you get better soon♥️ sorry if you see this request too often, but your lawlight is really amazing and I'd love to see more (a lawlight kiss, maybe 👉👈)

thanks! i'm healed and back on my lawlight shit.

[fatuismooches]

hii i really love the way you write dottore and his segments. i’m not sure if you’ve done this already, but would you write something like a really shy reader and akademiya dottore? like, zandik? i was thinking like zandik thinks shy reader is the least annoying person around the akademiya and he finds them a tiny bit cute

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Being in the Akademiya meant having a sufficient place to conduct research, but it was hindered by the amount of loud-mouthed, bumbling scholars he was constantly surrounded by. Peers going on and on about their superficial research... it was tiring, and yet Zandik was forced to work with them. But you, you were different.

It had taken a while for him to notice you (he tends not to pay attention to his classmates in general so that's already a feat) because no one seemed to talk to you. Were you perhaps, an outcast as well? Soon enough, Zandik found out it was not the case, you were simply shy. Someone who got quiet and timid in the presence of others. As rude as it might sound, he thought you were perfect to keep around. Someone who wouldn't rattle his eardrums the whole time!

So the next time another team project was assigned, he made his move. You rubbed your neck awkwardly, watching everyone scamper around for groups as you looked on helplessly. You always hated being left in the lurch like this, but by the time you built up any courage, everyone was already done. But that was when none other than the Outcast approached you with an unreadable look. You could already feel your heart racing and only responded with a slightly agape jaw and head nod.

In an odd way, it's a bit... nice to know you treat him in the same shy manner as you do with others. He's not singled out when you give him fluttering glances. But he is rewarded when you give him lengthier sentences and gentle smiles. Over time, he starts making excuses to keep you around more than what was required, although you're a bit confused. You'd thought he'd find you annoying by now, especially with your shyness, even more so when you compare it with his grouchy, more abrasive personality...

"Oftentimes, it's fools who have the biggest mouth that spew the most ludicrous ideas. Why do people listen to them? Because they believe that since someone is loud, they must be right. But you are different. I don't mind if you are shy. If anything, it makes your expressions more amusing."