#that is such a good gif btw it captures so many different emotions

[libartz]

When you think too hard about your OC and they might be aromantic now

[voltronisanobsession]

Heyyy can you please do Keith Kogane x a reader who is a space princess?? I love your work btw!!

Keith Falls for a Space Princess Headcanons

Thank you so much, I’m so happy you enjoy my writing!!! I hope you don’t mind that I did headcanons💔 I found this so cute bro I CANT 😭

Also I got another request similar to this one so I’ll debate if I’ll write a different scenario or not!!

Keith’s first impression of you wasn’t anything too extraordinary

Lowkey believed that you would just be another person they rescued from the Galra💀

But once finding out that you were a space princess like Allura, coming from a long line of ancient alchemists and sorcerers, it really peaks his interests

Depending on if you meet before he finds out he’s part Galra or after, that’ll start off the relationship

If we’re talking before, it would be a relatively chill introduction

Being a space princess often gathers you a lot of recognition but Keith captures your attention because of his lack of interest

While you’re used to many treating you with high respect, Keith just treats you normally, with the same tough attitude he has with everyone!

He basically treats you like a normal person, something you haven't felt in a loonnngg time💔

But if it's after he finds out he's part Galra and reveals it, then things would be REALLY tense, on your end at least...

The Galra have made you and countless others suffer for centuries, so knowing one of the paladins of Voltron, who are working to rid of the Galra Empire, is galran himself 😶

Yeah you're especially tense around Keith, untrusting toward him which bothers him for some reason

BUT MOVING ON

Of course, your own curiosity toward the boy ultimately leads you to spending more time with him

At first, he might find your lingering presence somewhat annoying since he isn't used to someone giving him all this extra attention

Always asking him questions during his training, sticking with him when out on missions

At one point, Keith gets used to your presence, a sense of normalcy falling between the two of you quickly as the weeks pass quickly

He opens himself up to you slowly, giving pieces of himself and his life to you while you do the same :D

He'll give you slivers of what his life was like on Earth while you share your own stories of life on your planet

He learns more about your culture, your duties as a princess, and even the history of your ancestors (something which you take pride in)

Because of the amount of time spent together, you guys grow close with every new mission and planet Voltron visits

And with this, this means that Keith begins to grow kinda protective of you?

LIKE LISTEN

He starts caring for you as time passes and he doesn't know exactly when things have been changing between the two of you??

He doesn't know when he began staring at you more often, he doesn't know when he began anticipating your arrival every morning, and he ESPECIALLY doesn't know when his heart began fluttering at the mere sight of you

Maybe it was the elegance that seemed to permanently stick to you after years of being in a royal court

Or maybe it was your constant nagging whenever he was around, sneaking past the walls he built around his heart

Or perhaps it was the caring hand you placed on his shoulder whenever his emotions got the best of him

He would totally go to Coran about possibly courting you because why not LMAO

Coran knows how princesses are supposed to be courted (hopefully), Keith just wants to impress you the best he can and fully believes only Coran holds the secret

So you’re just witnessing him falling over his own feet trying to approach you with uptight mannerisms while Coran watches his every move from afar

“For you my, uh, lady?” *holds out flower*

Cue Coran whispering loudly, “Good, good!”

Despite how endearing it is to see Keith try and keep up with the traditional courting, you have to reassure him that you don’t mind that he isn’t apart some royal family (he’s lowkey insecure that you might prefer someone with a similar background as you)💔💔

You like him for him, not caring for his status at all

With that, you both have a good flowing relationship, his intense personality softening with your own pleasant personality

He learns to control his emotions because of you while you learn to show more of your own because of him!!

You also show him the sort of sorcery you’re able to do, having learned from a young age to harness the power that resided into, which he finds SUPER cool and kinda confusing

He’s trying his best to understand😔

He still sometimes feels like he isn’t enough for you though so please PLEASE make sure to tell him other wise😭🙏🙏🙏

He holds you in a high regard because of your status as a princess, he makes sure to tell anyone he comes across that so they treat with respect😭😭

You’re lowkey embarrassed when he begins bragging about your heritage like bro stop😭

Yeah despite this, he still manages to not associate you with only being a space princess, but an honorary member of Voltron

He’s super soft for you I can’t😭😭

[kairiscorner]

Helloo, can I request Miguel with an artist reader who draws him a lot? 👉👈 Like the reader has a secret crush on Miguel and he inspires them a lot, without even knowing it. And maybe there's a Gwen-and-Miles-like-situation where Miguel by accident discovers the drawings of him in their sketchbook?

AAAAAAAA ANON THIS IS SO CUTE !! tbh i wanted to finish the miggy fic i had for ate @binibinileonara bc i wanted to connect these two together, BUT I COULDN'T RESIST, I'LL MAKE IT SEPARATE BC WHY NOT !! thank you for the lovely idea btw (i also had an idea like this actually in my notes) THANKS FOR GIVING ME THE OOMPH TO DO IT !!

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

you always had this desire to capture all that interested you in its full beauty, in its unbridled greatness. that was, to you, the essence of all your art pieces; they always reflected how you saw the world, how you saw nature, how you saw people.

you never believed people had one or two faces to them, you believed people were multi-faceted, that every person was a kaleidoscope of beauty, skills, quirks, flaws, fears, hopes, and dreams. you loved capturing every bit of people who intrigued you the best you could, and you hoped that if you stood back and admired the big picture that was them, going over the details and fibers that made each person their own–from the good, bad, pretty and ugly details–you would finally see the whole, uncut image of the person you were illustrating; who you were painting in the colors you saw them in, the colors that stuck with you and filled the empty canvas of your mind with all sorts of shapes and splotches of hues and shades that formed the image of them when their name would come to mind.

and for some reason... that person to you right now was miguel o'hara. you had a lot of things to say about him, even words that many would argue don't exist. you felt a myriad of feelings when you were around miguel, and you knew there was more than just the dictating leader miguel that everyone was familiar with. like all people, miguel, too, was an explosion of different kinds of colors to you–colors that only you could see, because when he was around you... he was more than just the cool, calm, and collected boss everyone saw him as.

he was much more caring, much more funny around you. his smile when you told him a funny story illuminated a bright yellow and a warm orange to you–his eyes would twinkle and you'd see the hazelnut brown in his eyes, and a shade of what appeared to be coffee brown at the bottom of his irises. he exuded a commanding aura, a dark, cool blue–but when paired with you, and only you, he exuded a bright red; a color of fiery passion, intimacy, and most of all... attraction.

he was the subject of your affections, you, the soulful and emotional artist that admired him and all that he was from afar and up close. you admired the way he held your hand when you were scared on a few missions, you admired how gently he held you when you two were caught between a rock and a hard place; and how soft and loving his eyes were when they gazed at you. you knew he might have felt a platonic kind of love for you, what with being so comfortable around you and all, but you felt a different kind of love for him–and you hated denying your creative side the indulgence of capturing him in all his beauty.

hence, you began slowly filling the empty spaces of your sketchbooks and notebooks, or whatever other papers lay around when inspiration struck you, with images of him and only him. you caught his face in moments where he was nonchalant, disappointed, angry, grumpy, and... smiling.

when you witnessed his smile for the first time when you met him, that image was burned into your retinas, into your mind, into your heart. you saw that smile from the minute you went to bed to the minute you woke up, the only thing that saddened you was that you could never hold that man who smiled at you and made your heart beat a little faster–you could only watch him and be with him at a distance. but art was the bridge between you two that'd close that distance you wanted to cover so, so badly.

you did, at times, believe what you were doing was... a little creepy. you refused to let anyone see your sketchbooks even before you drew him, and that was out of embarrassment at your drawings. but now, it was a new kind of embarrassment, a feeling adjacent to guilt and disgust at how nobody but he could fill your mind and have you wanting to keep him in your mind by feeding yourself, indulging yourself in putting him on paper and coloring him in; to be with him at a closer perspective than how you two were in the real world.

you had to admit it–seeing him constantly in your mind, wanting to let thoughts of him out on paper as you wanted to be through with imagining him, but knew you couldn't the more and more you portrayed him–it meant you... wanted him. you really, really loved him.

you knew nobody should know, nobody had to know about this little crush you had on miguel. you'd rather die than have someone peek at your sketchbook that was filled with all kinds of drawings of him. but unfortunately, the man himself bore witness to your caricatures and illustrations of him when you left your sketchbook at his office.

you ran as quickly as you could, praying he hadn't opened it out of curiosity. he was always asking you what you were up to, and you'd immediately shut your sketchbook and laugh awkwardly, claim you were merely doodling. you always left out the part that you were constantly drawing him, and only ever him; and now, he'd find out.

as you entered his office, scouring with your eyes for your sketchbook, a figure emerged from the darkness behind you and gave a slight cough. "this is yours, isn't it?" that low, fluid voice was none other than miguel's. you turned around in fear of what he was going to look like–would any of the faces you drew seeing him as be one of the faces you'd see?

to your surprise... no. he had a different, completely new face that you had never drawn him in; a flustered state. he was blushing, his angled cheeks and high nose bridge were covered in a pink-red hue–and he was grinning. he handed you the sketchbook with a now sheepish smile. "i'm sorry, i wasn't sure if it was yours. i had to... look through for a name. and, um... it was very–" he wanted to continue, but then, he saw you were on the verge of tears.

"i'm... sorry..." you muttered, feeling incredibly ashamed of yours and busted for having indulged in drawing him without him knowing. guilt stirred in your stomach and elicited tears to well up in your eyes. miguel smiled, and as his eyebrows curved upwards together to form a look of reassurance, he placed both hands on your shoulders.

"listen, you have a wonderful talent. i'm sorry if you don't hear that enough, but that changes today. i'm so... wow, i'm so flattered you thought i was good enough to be drawn that way. it feels... amazing, to know an artist sees me fit to be their, what would you call it?" he asked as he wiped a tear rolling down your cheek away from you.

"a... muse." you whispered, wiping the rest of your tears away. miguel chuckled. "right, a muse." he said as he inched closer to you, with the sweetest smile on his face. "i might sound really crazy right now, but... i want to be your muse. i really, really want to be your muse." he said, with emphasis on 'your'.

your face lightened up as the tears that welled up gave your eyes a glassy look, and you saw the blush on his deepen as you became more and more flustered. you smiled and wrapped your arms around his chest, pulling him in for an embrace you needed to release. "and i want to be your artist. only yours." you whispered, to which miguel reciprocated your hug. and it was here that you witnessed him in a new color, a pinkish, reddish hue that made you feel all kinds of happiness and excitement.

a love meant to be captured and painted in with bursts of emotion and care for one another.

a/n: I'M SO SORRY IF IT DIDN'T COME OUT THAT WELL NGL I MADE THIS A LITTLE RUSHED 😭😭😭 BUT I LOVE MIGGY HERE PLSSS AND I HOPE Y'ALL LOVE HIM HERE, TOO <333

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @luvstarrstruck

[ellsieee]

These episodes of Kiseki need to be longer! I almost screamed at where they ended episode 6. I enjoyed this episode a lot. It had a good mix of angst and humor.

This is one of the oldest confession tropes there is, but that didn't stop me from giggling. Zherui didn't even apologize for spitting in Zongyi's face and Zongyi wasn't at all fazed by getting a face full of beer! 😂

Three different licenses, three different subtitles. Gaga's is sending me but I think it's the most accurate. Ai Di calls Zongyi 小鮮肉 which literally translates to little fresh meat, which is close to twink though there aren't necessarily any gay connotations with that term. Teenager doesn't quite capture the meaning and young boy sounds too pedo. Btw, how do you screencap off Viki or Gaga? I only get a black screen. 😭

I love our gay mafia uncles.

Eating your feelings is so relatable. 😭

Ai Di goes through so many emotions. First shock, then confusion, then longing, and finally frustration. Chen Yi's hands look so big around Ai Di's neck. The UST in this scene was just chef's kiss.

This has got to be one of the worst wigs ever. Only the ones from Remember Me might be worse. 🤣

I like that Zongyi is very straightforward and honest about his feelings. He told Zherui directly that he was nice to him because he liked him and told Zherui that he couldn't be his brother and needed distance to get over him. It's refreshing to see a character that is very clear with their communication.

This series started off a bit slow, but now I can't wait for the next episode.

[elilian-elkins]

NOTQSMP part 3

Blood, violence, cannibalism and death warning for this one!

After a while, I wanted to chill a bit from the heavy dark lore of my sona, as they were overtaken by Chaos, so the silliness of their personality was pretty locked between its sadism-

So, I introduced Skyriel, my lil alien! Such a silly lil being, kind and trying its best to learn more about its surroundings, including people, a nice way to encourage people to explore more their characters or even create one, if they wanted to ofc: the rp was only between people who wanted to do so, and some prefered to avoid that, completely fine!

It was supposed to be a light-hearted character... listen, their backstory is *not* the best, as they were mutilated by humans (first interaction on Earth, ended up captured, wings cut to prevent him from flying away, one leg lost and one eye slightly injured by a hybrid losing control after spending too much time in there), but they escaped and, like, a century past between then and there, time to rest and be ready to interact with people again, especially as many characters were not very human-like, if at all

He still had phantom pain, ofc, and sometimes flashbacks, but it was mainly manageable!

But uh, something happened, and, by trying to help my sona's blood bro, who was feeling ansty by repressing his needs of violence (cough cough, might have been influenced by Chaos because of how much time they spent with Eli), Sky offered him to kill them, as 1/ death is not permanent in this island 2/ even outside, Sky doesn't die, its body made of energy that will reassemble afterwards (it's a summary of it, it's more complex than that, but it's to be easier to understand)

But um, its blood has different effect depending on the person, and for the cat, it was addiction: it was tasty, made him feel good, forget about his guilt and worries. Let's just say... it did not go well for a month or so

So yeah :D

Anyway, thankfully, he made an underwater base to hide in (as his scent would be lost in the water, when he's not directly using the warpstone put inside)... and his old friend helped!

(Btw, I'm very proud of the two entrances I made for the base: one is an elevator disguised as a sand blood, with sea grass on top, so it would show up instead of the elevator, as we used Jade mod ; one being a 1 block high tunnel, the entrance very hard to spot, and hard to navigate, made purposefully to be hard to find and use, as it was also made to not allow the light from the base to pass)

Am I a simp? Yeah, I admit-

Are they together? No D: not yet, rip, hopefully at some point- even if the notqsmp closed, it doesn't mean the characters are dead: Sky left with Karma, this version of my sona probably is dead tho, or went somewhere else like them, idk.

Anyway! Their story: Karma was a human already trapped in the same place Sky ended up, they were cellmates, became friends and grew close, as people do when they are almost alone in a hostile environment actively harming them where the only comfort they can get is from their cell friend-

But because the scientists grew too bold and tried to fuck with Sky's emotions directly, as in, test tube, probbing its braincells and all, he freaked out and went feral, not recognising anything or anyone, only registering others as threats, and acted accordingly. Sadly, Karma tried to go towards him, and uh, let's say it went very badly, and he only got a second chance in life thanks to Sky's energy vaguely recognising him and bringing him back to life... in a way (man went from human to monster, a creature who takes whatever appearance from the painting he's drawn as, also was trapped in a painting for a long while)

So yeah- *fun*

They met again, as Karma was on the island, and after a bit of a hard time, as Sky wouldn't recognize him due to the highly emotional trauma and blackout that moment was + the realization he killed his closed friend, but after a bit of messing around, which was deserved since it seemed intentional from the demon's pov, plus the suffering from his new life/physical state, but it managed to get its memories back and they became friends again... kinda, it was a start, a yearn for their old, comfortable relation, and missing how they were.

Anyway, lots of angst and fluff, as Sky nails the puppy eyes, a terrifying weapon to convince his friend to cuddle (or forgives him when he makes mistakes, like, idk, leaving the bunker and ending up almost dying from the cat's hands)

Long story short, this mess was resolved, everything was fine and well until my sona convinced the cat to play... "tag" with the alien (as the server had a mod on allowing to be knocked down three times before dying, aka safe-ish to "kill" a few times as long as you help the other up)

And ofc it was going swimmingly until Chaos tped a weak, three-times-downed alien, just to kill it :D

*fun*, imarite.

Moving pattern -> inspired by some animals that do so to warn others to not approach, in a hypnotic, threatening way

Back to a lab they go! Sad alien got new limbs, which they hated, as it helped Chaos influence and control them

But everything is fine now! It took care of the leg (couldn't do the same with the wings... he missed the ability to fly way too much, and Chaos was defeated by Destiny soon after, so the risk of losing control of his own body is very low to non existant now)

He even got a kiss from his friend! (Well, because of the fear of losing him again, especially with the thought of him being experimented on once more, as they suffered through in the lab together already)

He happy now, that's all that matters <:

Not... at its best yet, but, it'll be fine!

[bad4amficideas]

ur writing gave me brainrot bestie but

imagine Bats (which is us right iirc) gets knocked unconcious somehow, captured by a Villain bcuz Bats is still new to the Batman gig, ya know?

Now imagine Robin (doesnt matter which) learns bout this thru Alfred and goes to rescue Bats, angry n shit because thats HIS Bats, not yours! Hands off! Cue bustin into the villain's place, seein Bats heavily injured/barely movin or smthn and Robin goes HAM on them. Like after that event, everyone gets a small tinge of fear from Robin whenever they see him that Bats is confused on yet doesnt ask about. just assumes that since its Batman's sidekick Robin, they grew to watch out for robin, so to speak.

imagine Robin death glaring at any villain they beat up that mightve gotten a lil' too close to injurin Bats in any way or for tauntin them. robin drags a thumb cross his neck at Riddler behind Bats' back, who in turn if confused by Riddler suddenly shaking. maybe its Gotham's weather. but nope; its just Robin.

I am very sorry for any loss that my writing may have caused (but in my defense, my blog comes with disclaimer XD) and the following is a rambling so it will hurt more!

Yes, more material for Earth-1T8, thanks!!!!

Ooooooh >>•<<!!, GOD YES PLEASE since Jason is the first Robin in my timeline and he has to set trends for his brothers, that's totally his thing, especially since he's a street kid and he knows how to move on Gotham, he’s likely the one to find the site before Alfred finishes reporting (with Tim being the one who knew the place beforehand). And we all know that a good hardened street kid knows that the fists are the first who enter in a talk (and this Jason has a certain seal of approval from Alfred himself, if the talk about’s it’s Bats).

You also make me think again how Jason would be the ideal Robin for the beginning of our –not-Bruce-Wayne Bat, since they needs more… assertiveness?? Than the one Dick would provide, which was more emotional and a kinda link-to-earth support.

Then Tim arrived, now yes, the emotional support for our Bats, since Dick became a bat-eating bird of prey and with the -temporary- death of Jason all the villains breathed for a while because fuck the brat and their good-cop bad-cop accidental dynamic. And here some villains thinks Tim, 2nd, Robin, is worse, because he seems more friendly. IT SEEMS.

BTW, any of the boys, sadly and for different reasons, are experts at hitting in a way that doesn't leave a trace; Jason because he took beatings that went under the radar of social services, Tim because he once or twice took a hit that slipped past the eyes of high society. So between that and like, who would want to admit that a kid literally les partio la madre. imagine.

And keep imagining! Tim and Stephanie channeling their predecessors each in their own way!!! (Although I think that Stephanie would stay with Batgirl as a name to feel closer/successor to Bat, since here the name doesn’t have as much association with Barbara)

My Tim is a bit draconic themed and people ofc visualize the dragon behind him threating them, sometimes with fire included. Like, nowadays, Tim has never done Never Anything dangerous with fire, but all the villains have this horrible well cemented idea that the day Tim picks up a match, the kid cremates All of them, Alive.

And our Stephanie with her true BatBelt spirit and with her juggling bombs with all kinds of substances (poisons, paralytics, smoke, light, sleeping pills, current bombs, nets, cement, a gelatinous substance to capture, glitter that his brothers and many villains hate and on a stellar occasion, vinegar)... YES, STEPHANIE IS THE HEIR OF FEM!BAT IN MY MIND XD

So yes, all the villains "playing" with Bats and then stopping for a moment and thinking. Wait... am I trasgredding? And looking over Bats shoulder to see any little or not so little Robin threatening them.

Hey, I imagine Jason added brass knuckles to his Robin suit and discussing it with Tim and Steph.

Tim: brass knuckles? I used claws (still use them). What's the point of naming you after a bird?

Stephanie: POISONS AND ACIDS MOTHERFUCKERS!!! LONG LIVE THE LONG TERM SIDE EFFECTS ONLY YOU KNOW (and which can be attributed to any residual shit in this city)

(but this is something that the family made sure was not leaked to the press)

In fact, I already had to do an au with Duela Dent on my da account because of how much I like juggling trick bombs .sorry Stephanie, you were the original and my Duela will train you