#voltron monsters and mama

[yourbustedkneecaps]

i lied i have a starter “handbook” for monsters and mana now 👍

[maemaemania]

mama's coming home

getting back on tumblr cause its where i started writing and was the one place where people actually saw it so hey if youre into any of these things maybe give me a follow !

🌸haikyuu 🌸monster high 🌸gravity falls 🌸voltron 🌸bob's burgers 🌸trolls 🌸marauders (fuck jkr) 🌸be more chill 🌸olivia rodrigo 🌸megan thee stallion 🌸chappell roan 🌸lesbians

when i get more settled i'll start taking requests too !

a little about me !

im 21 so this blog is 18+, i use she/he pronouns, im a theater major but im starting to take more of an interest in film and writing, i collect vinyl and monster high dolls, i used to cosplay thats how i got my start on tiktok and even though i dont do it myself anymore i still love seeing content of it, i really hope to become a writer or director someday (even tho as someone whos also an actor directors piss me off lol)

THIS BLOG IS A NOT A SAFE SPACE FOR BIGOTS KEEP TF AWAY

WE ARE QUEER, POC, NEURODIVERGENT FRIENDLY OVER HERE AND VERY MUCH PRO PALESTINE SO ZIONISTS FUCK OFF

[micoc84]

Shows 1980s Family Ties (82) - nbc, OH, GGoldberg 176, michael fox Silver Spoons (82) -nbc, NY Martin Cohan 116, ricky schroder Cosby Show (84) - nbc, NY, Phylicia Rashad 201, malcolm warn Who's the Boss (84) - abc, CT, Martin Cohan 196, tony danza Growing Pains (85)- abc, NY, Neal Marlens 166, kirk cameron Alien Life Form (86) - nbc, LA, Paul Fusco 102, max wright Full House (87) - abc, San Fran, Jeff Franklin 192, bob saget Wonder Years (88) - abc, NY, Neal Marlens 115, fred savage Family Matters (89) - abc, Chicago, WBickley 215, regi veljohn Magnum PI (80), Dukes Hazzard (79), Great American Hero (81), Knight Rider (82), Remington Steele (82), TJ Hooker (82), A-Team (83), Miami Vice (84), Hunter (84), Robin Hood (84), Highway Heaven (84), MacGyver (85), 21 Jump Street (87), Star Trek NG (87) || Webster (83), Charles in Charge (84), Facts of Life (79), Diff'rent Strokes (78), Punky Brewster (84), Mr. Belvedere (85), Small Wonder (85), Golden Girls (85), Hogan's Family (86), Different World (87), Degrassi (87), My Two Dads (87), Married with Children (87), Roseanne (88) Heathcliff (80), Astroboy (80), Smurfs (81), Spiderman (81), Danger Mouse (81), He Man (83), Alvin Chipmunks (83), Dungeons Dragons (83), Inspector Gadget (83), Fraggle Song (83), Reading Rainbow (83), Transformers (84), Snorks (84), Rainbow Brite (84), Muppet Babies (84), GI Joe (85), Voltron (85), She-Ra (85), Jem (85), Thundercats (85), Wuzzles (85), Care Bears (86), Ghostbusters (86), Gummi Bears (85), TM Ninja Turtles (87), My Pet Monster (87), Ducktales (87), Garfield Friends (88), Count Duckula (88), Winnie Pooh (88) Bosom Buddies (80), Trapper John MD (79), Hart to Hart (79), Dynasty (81), Hill Street Blues (81), Cheers (82), Newhart (82), St. Elsewhere (82), Fame (82), Mama's Family (83), Night Court (84), Murder She Wrote (84), Moonlighting (85), Twilight Zone (85), Looney Tunes (85), Designing Women (86), Matlock (86), Garry Shandling (86), Thirtysomething (87), Unsolved Mysteries (87), Max Headroom (87), Murphy Brown (88), Kids in Hall (88), China Beach (88)

Seinfeld (89), Doogie Howser (89), Saved by Bell (89), Life Goes On (89), Rescue Rangers Chip D (89), Beetlejuice (89), Paddington Bear (89), Babar (89), Simpsons (89), Coach (89), Baywatch (89), Quantum Leap (89)

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Beverly Hills 90210 (90), Fresh Prince (90), Blossom (90), Parker Lewis (90), Home Improvement (91), Step by Step (91), Clarissa Explains (91), Nanny (93), Boy Meets World (93), Party of Five (94), My So called life (94), Third Rock (96), Sabrina Witch (96), Moesha (96) Seventh Heaven (96), Dawson Creek (98) North Exposure (90), Twin Peaks (90), In Living Color (90), Bobby's World (90), Tiny Toon (90), Darkwing (91), Ren Stimpy (91), Batman (92), Mad about you (92), Larry Sanders (92), Frasier (93), XFiles (93), Lois Clark (93), nypd blue (93), Animaniacs (93), Rocko's Modern (93), Walker Texas (93), Babylon (93), Gargoyles (94), Dr. Quinn (93), Ellen (94), ER (94), Friends (94) || Hercules (95), Xena (95), Madtv (95), Sailor Moon (95), Nash Bridges (96), Buffy Vampire (97), King of Hill (97), South Park (97), Ally McBeal (97), Daria (97), That Seventies (98), Will Grace (98), Family Guy (99), Freaks Geeks (99)

[whatthehelliswrongwithme]

Voltron Part 44

Does anybody else think, that it’s really iconic of me, not even knowing most of my favourite characters names (Furry, Sailor Moon, Maniac Pixie Dream Girl, Moustache man and Shiro). Well. Anyways. Time for season8 episode 7:

It’s a camcorder-episode!

During this first minute, Kinky Boi already spoke more, than in the the last 2 season as a whole

Maru StardewValley’s joining in and I just know, that something will happen

Interviewing Keith & Pidge wasn’t as interesting as she hoped, so now they’re filming Hunk’s cooking

“Hunk Garrett’s Hell Kitchen”

That camera must be really shitty. After 7 minutes, the batteries are almost fully drained

❤~Doggy~❤

Voltron’s being attacked by a giant tentacle monster.....

I know anime. I’ve been to Japan. I know exactly, what’s gonna happen next

This dog is fucking On. The. Job! He’s getting that shot! He’s getting paid by the minute and he’s gonna keep filming!

“It’s massive!” Come on, they totally knew what they were doing with that tentacle monster

The mice and the dog should open a film-studio together

This episode is kinda cute....

How were they able to convince Marmora Boss Kitty to sit down for an interview? (Was he promised kitty treats? He probably was promised kitty treats)

Marmora Boss Kitty and ‘Uncle Colm’ from Derry Girls would get along great

Moustache man is me, telling a story to my friends (Soundeffects included)

Mama Holt is actually really sweet

“I guess I just liked plants all my life” Plants?! Plance?! Ship?! Spaceship?! (Okay, I’ll shut up)

Allurance moment!

Team Voltron fighting with guns is so... boring

Remember when each weapon-thingy was it’s own individual weapon, that only it could turn into. Now it just feels like everything can become anything

Sailor Moon said, that she and the recovered pilot grew up together. But like, Maam, that’s a middle-aged adult man! He’s probably got a wife, kids and a mortgage!

Okay, BIG Allurance moment

I miss Sailor Moon’s old hairstyle

“I’ve never seen anything like it. All those tentacles...” Bully, did that awaken something in you?

Hunk is such a precious cinnamon roll

“Altea was a beautiful place” Didn’t it also have acid rain or something like this?

Okay, that was actually a really cute idea for an episode

[kurara-black-blog]

Monster mash black shuck

Yearning

Date: 18/10/18

Words: 990

Warning: Langst, death, ghosts, very soft gore, I guess.

Tag: @moonsworllld; @skydisneylover; @xarphay

A/N: The good thing about receiving a kinda vague legend as a prompt is that it gives me a lot of freedom. :D

When asked about his oldest memories, Lance wouldusually say something like “my mama’s bright smile” or “my papa’s loud laugh”.Then whoever asked would coo and the subject would change.

He was used to it, having been doing it since helearned saying “my oldest memory is of glowing red eyes” wasn’t well seen byother people, all the way back at the age of six.

Nevertheless, it was the truth; his oldest memorieswere filled with glowing red eyes, sharp teeth and moving darkness. Howling wasalso present, constant and, dare he say, comforting.

Back then, he didn’t understand. To him, all fourlegged creatures that didn’t meow or didn’t had the horsehair were dogs. Hewasn’t even wrong to begin with; the creature that followed him whenever hewent was a dog.

Just not a good one.

Or a living one.

At first, Lance called it his Guardian Angel, for itconstantly protected and helped him. His toddler legs were wobbly; it helpedhim stand. His neighbors’ kids were mean ones; it scared them off. He got lostat the beach; it showed him the way back to his family. To repay his GuardianAngel, Lance made sure to be careful so it wouldn’t worry too much, made sureto always give it a good scratch behind the ears and lovingly named it “SeñorNicolás”, “Nini” for short.

It wasn’t until her was twelve that he finally understoodSeñor Nicolás was not a Guardian Angel. He was the farthest from it, actually.A black hound, a spectral existence, an omen of death.

The muggers didn’t have a chance against the big blackdog—Nini was almost the size of a small horse. With claws and teeth, the houndtore them apart. Lance would never forget the view of that giant beast bitingin one of the man’s throat and ripping out a good chunk of flesh, blood anddroll coming out in between white pointy teeth. Blood, red, fresh, paintingwhatever it touched.

When he got back home that day, he told mama he gotlost while daydreaming, that’s why he was late. She scolded him for being anairhead and worrying her. Abuelita stared at him knowingly, her old eyes movingto glance at the spectrum guarding him.

Omen of death.

(Don’t somecultures believe only people near death can see them?)

Life goes on, and so Lance lived with the spectrumfollowing him. Even after that fateful day, he could not bring himself to feelanything but a great appreciation for Nini. Maybe he was a bit blinded by the hound’s protective nature and quite nicepersonality towards him, but he didn’t care. At the Garrison, he had to keep aneye on Nini, though, for the hound would attack anyone that so muchinconvenienced the boy.

Luckily for Iverson, Lance learned that Nini wouldn’tattack if he asked.

When he found Blue, Señor Nicolás had sat down at theentrance of the cave, watching with blazing red eyes. Lance was tempted toreturn to the hound and ask what was wrong, but there were other people withhim and they would not understand. They could not see.

When he went to space, he was sad to see that SeñorNicolás wasn’t with him anymore. Every night he asked the hound for forgivenessfor going where Nini could not follow. Every rough patch was met with thoughtsof home, of family, and red eyes. Every part of him yearned for Nini.

(Omen of death,what does it mean to yearn for it?)

All Lance remembers after saving Allura from certaindeath is burning red eyes, white teeth and moving darkness. Then Red’s purrtook place of the familiar howling and he was back in the land of the living.

Kosmo, Keith’s space wolf, reminded Lance of Nini. Hetoo seemed to regard the paladin with a solemn knowledge of what wouldinevitably be. Maybe Kosmo was his planet’s equivalent of a black shuck.

(Which meant Keithwas happily cuddling a possible omen of death. Talk about welcoming Death withopen arms.)

(Not that Lancecould talk much.)

Then they finally returned to Earth, and sittingthere, patiently waiting, was Señor Nicolás. The moment Lance was alone hehugged the hound tightly, telling Nini all his adventures and thoughts and anythingand everything.

(Kind of sad toknow an omen of death was a better listener than his own friends.)

Señor Nicolás didn’t leave his side for a second afterhis return, no matter where he had to go. Kosmo seemed reluctant in leaving hisside, too, even though the glares the black shuck sent him made his fur standup. Lance could be found with the space wolf, talking about this and that.

(For the ones thatcould see, he could be found talking about this and that with two canines.)

Life seemed to go on as always, the Paladins ofVoltron doing everything in their power, and then some more, to end the war andbring peace to the turbulent universe. Lance was able to see his teamaccomplish the first. The latter, though, would be harder, for he couldn’t seepast Keith’s horrendous mullet and teary eyes.

Someone was cradling him in their arms—probably Keith,he had some type of fixation with that—and there was an insistent voice pleadinghim to stay awake. He did, sitting up to see that, yes, it was Keith who was holding him. Getting up, the boy analyzedthe kneeling form of the other. It was the first time Lance saw Keith cry.

He felt something stand behind him. Señor Nicolásclearly wanted him to follow.

Lance did, leaving his body in the arms of his cryingteammates.

Lance.

The team named the giant hound that started following themaround “Lance”.

He had the same bluest blue eyes.

Omen of death.

They yearned forhis company.

[edelwary]

when you were first getting into art, what and how did you draw? (like did you just doodle ur masterpieces on pieces of paper and posted-notes or did you have a proper sketchbook) how did you find motivation? bc ive been trying to draw but I always get unmotivated and stop while still wanting to get better just by doing nothing.

REALLY LONG, LOTS OF ADVICES FOR ARTISTS : 

TL;DR ; skip to the HOW TO ACTUALLY FUCKING DRAW part bc i have a megaton of shit to say lol + The MOTIVATION part 

mmh… I’ll get into details with this one tbh bc it’s a long ass process ahah : 

I live by the sea ; when i was youung i used to draw TONS of boat, but like, dollhouse boats, you could see the insides and stuff ; i loved to add tiny details and stuff, and imbricate everything together !

around 8 or 9 yo, i went to the public library with school and discovered the wonderful world of mangas ! I basically… Copy pasted an entire Mermaid Melody tome x) 

For about 2 years i alternated between reading mangas and trying to copy them ! Then i just kept drawing in the margins of my schoolwork for about… 5 years ! I have a Fuck Ton of sketchbooks of that time, it was… The start. Lol. Never say it’s bad because it’s never bad, just not there yet !!

Around my 13 yo, i went every saturday, for two years, under a bookstore ; there was a cave, and drawing classes ; that teacher was mean and harsh and stuff, but like… Not really. He would take away my eraser for the class, force me to use pencil, to draw something else (bulky boys instead of magical girls). 

I’ve learned a lot, more in terms of How To LEARN to draw than to draw itself, but i still progressed a LOT !! 

Then i kept drawing by myself for a year and i really worked hard on it ; about hours a day, trying watercolors and stuff ; i have a real problem with colors in traditionnal art, but i’m much better with lines (i should scan some RAD stuff i made in the weekend, yall ive never done anything this good i stg i dont know why i always forget im so much better on paper) 

This gets us to my sweet 16 ; i have to year of advance, bc i got ‘’’promoted’’’ idk how to say it ; anyways, i entered my (current) animation school for the first year at 16; vERY IMPRESSIVE AND TERRIFYING. 

And i learned. A fuckmegaton. Of shit there. 

Now i’m going for my third year there and i can make photorealistic marmora blades and cyberkpunk decors if i want to and that’s rad, but here is

 HOW TO ACTUALLY FUCKING DRAW : 

I have one HYPER important advice, and i’m keeping it to heart since i’m like, 11 : Have. Sketchbooks. Please !!! It’s very important. Here’s why : 

You keep everything with you in one place. You have 1 sketchbook, it’s basically easy to take every where (a A5, or A4 are pretty easy to carry, i have like, 12 of those, and around 8 of A3) 

You keep track of what you’ve done. It’s super important, bc first you can cry of laughter at your old stuff bc its cute but not so good, and second, you can just be like ‘holy mama’ and see how much you’ve improved

It’s very important to be organized. I WORK in art, and trust me, if there’s something that i’ve learned this year through tears and missing files and bugs : Be. Impeccable. Now if it’s for fun, go a little loose, and just have a folder for art on your computer, and a sketchbook, no need to stress, but the better you try to keep a record of where is what, the better you’ll see whats wrong

Notebooks are friends !! You can draw, write, glue stuff, make notes, lists, everything !!! I have my life in those. It’s more important to me than any of my phones. 

Be proud of it. Like, not everything, duh ! But try to tell yourself than it’s like a RPG ; even if it’s only 2 xp here and there, one day you’ll beat level 40, and that’s super important : art is. Fuckin. Long.

I cant stress it enough. It’s soooo long !!! SO LONG !! it’s years. It’s like karate and fishing and ANYTHING. To be good at it, it takes time, but it WILL COME if you keep trying. There’s no secret passage. 

You’re gonna me it, believe in me who believes in you. 

Use. References. 

Coming from a little shit who’s got a really good visual memory, that can sound like bs, but i stg everything is always AT LEAST twice as good if you’ve used a visual support. 

I’m not saying COPY EVRYTHING (even though thats a good training) I’m saying, if you really want to do that asian tiger, please have at least two or three pictures of it nearby. Take photos of your hands, and stuff ! 

Make it harder. 

No eraser. 

Paint. 

I draw all my backgrounds on my sketchbook with INDIAN INK; no returns, no refunds. 

Ink, Ink, INK !! Don’t allow mistakes.

And if you make mistakes :

New page, restart

It’s okay

It’s for you

I once started back again a whole EXAM bc it was bad, i got one of my best grades 

You’ll improve and be more assured if you know you just have to DO IT. Trust me. It’s VISIBLE; if you can erase, you fidget and hesitate and ‘’kbeujebez hahhaaa idkkidsd’’ ; stop ; do it, and if you don’t like it ? Try again, there’s no time limit

Draw as large as you can 

There’s no interesting story here, it just helps. Bigger movement of the hand, more place for details, breathing lines

Thin lineart helps

Thinner. Make it even thinner

Break the rules, but not the ones that structure your art 

Big lineart ? Why not

Unfinished lines, vaporeous colors ? Pretty

Cubism is actually based on extensive and intense practice of classical art, it’s not wibbly wooblly ; the anatomy is more correct than you think 

Structure and composition are important, but so is movement and life ; choose your fighter ; mine is fluidity and fun, i’m like, a rogue/archer in drawing. Some people are dwarf fighter. That’s amazing and great. 

Don’t be afraid to do nothing

Pages and pages of my sketchbooks are actually just lance facing right and smiling, you know… 

Sometimes it just doesnt work : two ways :

Take a break, Kiki’s delivery service style

Keep trying, break your art until it obeys and comes back

Take breaks. Breath. 

Don’t compare. I do it, it doesn’t help at all. You’ll make it ; and if you compare, keep in mind that everyone’s different

I’m not gonna lie, it’s NOT easy, it’s even hard 

But I really, really think it’s worth it 

MOTIVATION :

My main bitch 

I’m always pumped for art because i can LITTERALLY NOT do anything else ; i love reading and writing and stuff but at the end of the day i just want !!! to draw !!!! aaaaaa-

Fall in love with it, and with the possibilities ; i have stories to tell, tell me yours ! Do your best, one day it WILL work

Actual advices : 

I have an inspiration blog where i just reblogs stuff i like to draw them later

Find a picture, copy it. Do it again. Change the characters (i have 2 ocs and Lance and Keith as default characters) in the pic. 

Like an artstyle ? Break it to its very core, analyse it, copy it, redo it, trace it and ABSORB it. Don’t copy/past, LEARN from your heroes.

Do what you like. I have 86578 pieces of voltron, this is not a coincidence. I have ENDLESS ideas for this show, wtf. 

Try new things. Buy indian ink im begging you. It’s so cool. 

Have a game with yourself, or a challenge. STICK TO IT. 

Study. When you’re bored, usually it’s because you’re stagnating. Make it harder or do hands until you cry. 

Love your backgrounds; make backgrounds, study trees, and tokyo streets, and venice’s bridges. Decor is just as cool as characters, if not more

Mess a little with everything. My roomate more than one found me stained from head to toes trying to DO STUFF 

Draw outfits. Draw what you want but can’t afford 

MAKE YOUR LIFE A COMIC. Remember those sketchbooks ? Make a comic a week/month/every full moon, whatever, and draw your life (mine’s the roomates au lol) 

Prompts blogs are cool too 

Make fanart of a fic you liked ; you have the characters and the pose already, you just have to illustrate ; double bonus, you probably will make a writer’s day, if not year !

That little movie that plays when you listen to your favorite song ? DRAW IT

Your favorite scene in your favorite movie ? Redraw each shot. On post it. Plus it looks awesome afterwards to have the infamous TREX scene of Jurassic Parks in post it

Get bored. That’s inevitable. Dance, scream, get back to it. Walk, draw everything you see. 

Make a paper google map street view : Take a walk : every 50 meters, draw what is in front of you. 

Snapchats your friends. Draw their snapchats when they answer 

Draw maps. Invent places. Invent bikes, and hovercrafts, and monsters. Make your everyday inventory. Make your life a video game, and do the concept arts of it. 

FETCH your inspiration. I have approx. 20 artbooks, full of drawings and concept arts of my fave movies/games ; take what you like and add it to the story you have since you’re 8. We all have one. 

Ask for it ; your sis, your mom, me even ! If you dont have ideas, someone will have them. 

WELL i’m gonna stop there, even though i got like, 9864567 more to say, but with this you should be fine ! Anon, i’m rooting for you ! we all start somewhere, just hold on!!!! 

[pedantichoe]

Hi I’m late but the Monsters and Mama ep was literally foreshadowing for the whole season:

Shiro dying repeatedly

Shiro’s Fire sword/Voltron’s Fire sword

Coran’s character betraying the group/Lotor turning into a monster and betraying the group

The crystals/the diamond (castle of lions)

Lance is a furry no but really Lance is a teleporting dog thing and then Keith has a teleporting space wolf

THERES A VIAL WITH JUICE IN THE TREASURE/POP POP WIMBELTON’S NUNVIL

“Wait until you find out who Dakin(Lotor) was working for!”/hOLD UP AM I MISSING SOMETHING ABOUT LOTORS ULTERIOR MOTIVES????? (After a comment from @kalluracanchoke it appears Acxa’s secret workings with Lotor May have been the foreshadowing here)

[pinche-vida]

Stars in Your Eyes, Death at your Throat [part 5]

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The world is as disorienting as it has been the last few dozen times he has come to when Lance wakes up in a cold sweat. His muscles tense against the-

Sheets?

He moves the sheets that are comfortably draped over with his (free!) arm and recognizes that for the first time since this hellish turn of events, he's laying down in something reminiscent of a bed instead of strapped to a cold examiner's table.

Something (someone?) tuts and kneels beside his bed to wipe the sweat off his forehead. Lance opens his eyes and his vision is swimming. He forces it to focus on the person next to him.

Blurry blue lines fall into focus.

It's the general that attacked him.

There’s so much anger, so much fear coursing through his veins, Lance can’t tell if his blood is boiling or freezing. This monster attacked him in his sleep, kidnapped him, took him away from his family. They're the reason why he's been tortured for God knows how long.

The general rolls her eyes and grumbles “This is such glorp, why did I get stuck kit watching.” She tries not to complain out loud too much. Lotor had trusted her to keep an eye on his Altean prisoner - why Lotor had said it had to be done in one of his guest quarters was beyond her, but if he instructed her to do something, it had to have been for a good reason. She glances at Lance who's seething and she can see the bloodlust in his eyes. Unimpressed, she lightly press his shoulders to the bed. “Calm your little heart, Altean. You're safe.” She leaned back in her chair before adding, “for now, anyway.”

Lance's anger is far from gone, but the way she said that so factually is… confusing to say the least. “What are you talking about? I'm not Altean, I'm human!”

“Right," she mocks with a slow nod, "and my mother was a Balmeran.” She rolls her eyes, reaches blindly backwards, and grabs a hand mirror from a dresser behind her. She hands it to Lance who warily takes it to looks at his reflection.

He gasps. His fingers shake their way to his cheekbones, both marked with a swooping teal scale. They inch to his ears, now elongated and pointed, then to his hair (while still flawless) is completely silver. He finds himself staring into his eyes, which are still his beautiful ocean blue, but now have a lavender diamond shaped outline around his pupil.

He looks like Allura.

He looks Altean.

Even the most plausible reasoning he can think of leaves him sick to his stomach. Lance feels like his heart is beating so fast, it's going to shatter through his chest. He throws the mirror across the room as if it burned his hand and it bounces to the floor with a resounding crack.

The general uncrosses her legs and raises an eyebrow.  Whatever reaction she had expected, this clearly was not it. “H-hey,” she half-heartedly reaches out to him.

Lance pays no mind to her actions. Instead, he curls in on himself. He grabs fists full of his hair and tugs on it. “What- What did you do to me?” He repeats it, over and over again, “What did you do to me!” He screams. He tries to pull on his hair and his ears. He scratches at the marks on his cheekbones, hoping, praying it'll come off as a sick joke. It does nothing but send sharp, shooting pain across his face, but maybe he's not trying hard enough. Maybe if he sucks up the pain, he can scratch it off and look human again. Be Human again.

“What are you- are you crazy?!” The general leaps across his bed and grabs his wrists. Lance screeches for her to get off and feels terror creeping in his bones. He thinks of his mama y papa. His hermanitos, all waiting for him to come back safe and sound. He always knew how to explain a scar or even a missing limb, it's war, that's what happens in war. But this? He's not human anymore, he doesn't belong anymore. To the one place he's called home, to his family, to Voltron, to anywhere.

The tall pink general appears from the upper corner of the wall and rushes to crawl down next to him. “I got the straps Axca! It's okay little guy, it's gonna be alright!” She tries to soothe him as she restrains him, which Lance thinks would be hilarious if they hadn't just taken everything away from him.

Lance feels his wrists locks down to both sides of the bed, but still tries in vain to wrestle out of them. A few more attempts and he's reduced to erratic panting.

Axca sits back down in her seat to the right of Lance, where as the pink general has pulled up a seat to the left of him. “You could have come in a bit sooner, Ezor.”

The pink general, Ezor, sheepishly smiles, “Sorry! I thought you had it under control.”

His body is heavy with weariness and denial. Lance takes this moment to try to calm his breath and look around. While the two generals are watching him closely, he sees that the room he's in is more of a bedroom then a surgeon’s room or an interrogation area. It's painted and furnished with dark red and brown accents. Colors he frankly wasn't aware the Galra were knew existed outside of bodily fluids. The bed he's in is comfortable, plush, even. The bedroom is a decent size, it would be easy to fit in 7, maybe 8 people.

Axca clears her throat. He glares at her and see how uncomfortable she is, her eyes darting around the room. “For what it's worth, I… I’m sorry for attacking you as you slept. Prince Lotor wouldn't have sanctioned such a dishonorable or reckless abduction, but the mission came from above him.” If she thinks he’s acknowledging her half-ass apology, she was sorely mistaken. He didn't know what she expected from him; A smile? A 'no probs, I hated being human anyway, this is so much better’?

Ezor puts a hand on his bed and pats it softly, causing him to direct his attention her way. “Don't worry, buddy. If anyone can figure out what's going on, it's Prince Lotor!”

Axca hissed Ezor’s name out and gave her a pointed look.

The doors swish open and bring both generals to their feet.

Prince Lotor enters with his hand neatly tucked behind his back and stopping at the foot of Lance's bed.

“Hello Paladin, how are you feeling?”

Lance stares at the Galran Prince. “Are you serious?" He scoffs. "You kidnap me, torture me, shove your fucking hand in my gut, turn me into an Altean, and you ask me how I'm feeling? Go quiznak yourself!”

Axca visibly bristles and seethes out “How dare you speak t-”. Lotor places a disarming hand on her shoulder.

“Now, now, Axca.” He shakes his head as if teaching her how to care for a child, “Almost everything he said is true, he has a right to be upset.” Lotor turns back to Lance, “But I did not 'turn’ you into anything. You were and have always been an Altean. Judging by your hair and eyes, I would say probably more than that.”

“Bullshit,” Lance spits out, “Altean’s haven't existed in 10,000 years.”

Lotor leans his head to the side, contemplating his words. “Not… quite. While Altea was certainly destroyed approximately 10,000 deca-phebes ago, not all Altean's were lost. There were Altean's living outside of Altea, there were Altean's in orbit around the Galaxy. Our Druids are almost exclusively Altean. I, myself, am half Altean. Even your dear Princess managed to live.” Lotor sits at the base of Lance's bed, slowly removing the straps his generals fastened. “Unfortunately, we don't have the luxury to piece together how you came to be where you spent most of your time or how you didn't age. We cannot keep you here for long. In healing and studying your body, your human camouflage fell, revealing your Altean nature. Once the Druids saw you, they refused to touch you any further. Word of this inevitably reached the Witch and when she saw you with her own eyes she ran to inform my father. Unsurprisingly, she left his chamber's shortly after, arriving with the decree for your execution.”

Lance felt his heart skip a beat. “Whu… what? Execution? You just said that Alteans are still around! Why does that mean I get executed?”

“It’s to be expected.” Lotor simply states. “The Galra empire still harbor animosity to the Altean's Kingdom for ordering the destruction of Daibazaal. If we had Princess Allura in our possession, the order would be the same.”

After all the pain and suffering he’s felt over since being taken, Lance is ashamed to feel tears prick the corners of his eyes, “But I'm not Princess Allura!”

Sentry drones enter the room and Lance sees all three half-Galrans tense up.

“The High Priestess demands the prisoner is brought to his holding cell.” One of the drones vocalizes.

The sentries approach his bed and Lotor stands up. “No,” he concedes, “but you are Royalty.” They make their way to the door and leave with a final message. “Believe it or not, My father and I have different ideas, I'll do what I can for you. From one prince to another.” He pauses, at the door’s threshold. “I would not be surprised if your team is able to access our communication channel for the event - you may wish to use that time to make your peace.”

The sentries roughly grab Lance out of the bed and drag him to the hall in the opposite direction of the Prince.

They throw him into a small cell in what must be their holding cells and slam the door behind him. The floor is cold and damp, but Lance can’t bring himself to stand or even sit. So many thoughts were bombarding his mind, that it all just felt like a storm was pushing and pulling him in every direction.

Lance has always prided himself in having good judge of character and being able to read people - it’s what allowed him to be as social as he was.

And as much as he wanted to deny it, or chalk it up to some crazy Galra experiment, he could tell Lotor wasn’t lying.

Altean and a Prince.

Even he can put two and two together.

If he wasn’t about to die, he’d be more than a little grossed out with how much he hit on his (older? younger?) sister, but that’s probably the wrong thing to focus on right now.

There’s also no real point to wonder why the same guy that spent the last whatever pheobs torturing him would even bother being so nice to him all of a sudden, even though it’s clear what his brief appear meant. Lotor didn’t specify when the execution was, but if he went so far out of his way to get Lance that comfy room, it must be right around the corner. Lance crawls to the bench/bed of the left side of the room and uses it to pull himself up.

He sighs.

His hope has just about depleted, but there’s no time to resign to it. If they’re going to make a show of his death, he need to prepare himself.

The bench is bumpy, hard and unforgiving, and exactly what he needs to focus. Lance thinks back to when Allura shapeshifted to look like a Galra. He doubts he could get that good in such a short amount of time, but at the very least…

He grabs a lock of silver hair dangling over the end of his brow. He focuses (on what, he’s not exactly sure), until there is the tiniest sensation tugging up his spine to the base of his neck. Pushing, harder to channel that feeling, he smiles - a genuine smile, when he sees the bit of hair wash over in the comforting brown hue he’s used to seeing.

It wasn’t a lot, but in time like these, any victory is a good victory.

Lance sighs, and nods to himself.

They can kill him all they’d like, he’s going to make sure he can’t die.

(That's a good line, he's definitely going to use that.)

[sapphicvevo]

some allura headcanons because i love her

the BEST at combat training when she was going to school. she snuck practices in the castle after it was finished being completed and probably got to level three while everyone else was still on level one

allura: are you SERIOUS. you’re all still babies stuck on level one. watch this

alfor loved her enthusiasm and would always offer to spar with allura because he was proud of her and how seriously she took her studies. quality father-daughter sparring time

her mother taught her how to fight with her WORDS. also with a lasso. 

allura’s mom: remember allura, always try using diplomacy to resolve your issues and to get what you want allura: what if that doesn’t work, mother allura’s mom: [takes out her lasso] well then i will teach you how to handle your enemies allura: [eyes sparkling] YES

coran was actually the one to teach her hairstyles and how to pick appropriate attire. he loved designing her dresses for balls or meetings, even if allura did end up getting them dirty

allura’s FAVORITE dresses are the ones coran made

one time allura transformed herself to have ginger hair + matching ginger moustache with coran and would follow coran around mimicking his actions

coran was totally aware and would do the most ridiculous stuff because he thought little allura would make it adorable. he was right

allura didn’t have many friends in school because they viewed her too highly as a princess, but she was friends with all her teachers and would ask them about their day

her first kiss was with a princess from another planet. 

she held a prince’s hand one time and her hand was so sweaty she thought she had a case of the slipperies 

alfor, allura’s mama, and coran all burst out laughing

would go out exploring the forest with her father, mother, and coran to go find treasure and fight monsters in the forest with a dress and a staff in hand

allura’s mom would keep allura distracted, while alfor and coran would plant treasure for allura to find

she used to spend time with all of the old paladins and would help them make plans for whatever missions they had planned

allura: i think we should just ask them nicely if they’d stop stealing from the people gyrgen: interesting plan, young one zarkon: you can’t just ask people to stop doing things nicely, it’s completely improbable— alfor: wait a moment, zarkon, let her finish allura: and if they dont just form voltron and kick them into space! blaytz: allura, since i’m the best kicker ever, may i have this responsibility to show them who’s boss allura: absolutely

[raisingsupergirl]

Pre-K, Go Away

I think I might have a problem. I mean, I know I have a problem. It's just that I always claim to be a laid-back dude, all calm and collected. But ever since my wife gave me my first daughter, there's been this thing. It's not fear, exactly. And dread is too strong. It's more like reverse nostalgia—like my heart aches for the memories that I'm creating currently, and even for the ones that I haven't even experienced yet. I look at my three year old and my 8 month old, and I wish I could get back the time I'm spending with them right now. And as if that's not confusing enough, time got away from me somewhere. I spend every day cherishing the little things—the milestones and the giggles—but I blinked one day and missed something. So what did I miss, exactly? Well, at some point, my beautiful first-born went from being a toddler to a preschooler.

You'd think I would have noticed. I mean, her pre-K screening last month should have tipped me off. She counted to fifteen, named shapes, and said most of her alphabet (for the record, she can count to twenty and say her whole alphabet, but she gets a little distracted sometimes… wait, what was I saying?). She didn't do perfect, but the standardized assessment of her abilities, performing for a judge and receiving a score, it was all so surreal. It got me thinking, which is never a good thing, and suddenly I was seeing the writing on the wall everywhere I looked (not literally, thank the Lord. She hasn't reached that stage yet).

The second thing I noticed was her eating.  I've said in the past how Avery is a terrible eater. Not that she's picky, exactly. My lovely wife has made sure her palate is about a mature as a middle-aged Californian. Seriously, she loves everything from avocado toast to zucchini noodles. BUT, she takes somewhere around twelve hours to eat a single meal. At least, she used to. But as of a couple of weeks ago, she routinely "beats" my wife and I, meaning she finishes everything on her plate before we do. Which is something she did maybe once her entire life before this new change.

And as if the improved eating wasn't enough, we had to deal with the consequences of this change when we went to the dentist and were told she had not one, not two, but three cavities. Even though she—with the help of Mommy—brushes her teeth twice a day and eats less candy than any child I've ever seen, she still inherited horrible teeth with "deep grooves" from said Mommy. Two of the cavities can be filled, but the third is so bad that it's going to need a crown. A crown! Even I don't have any crowns. But what's a $600 bill when it comes to the health of a bunch of disposable baby teeth, right? Especially if they use laughing gas. Getting that on video would be worth the price on its own.

And then came the big one. A couple of months ago, we moved our youngest daughter from her cradle to a convertible crib (yes, the top comes off), which our oldest was previously using as a toddler bed. But with the baby now occupying it, where did that leave our oldest? On a mattress on the floor next to our bed, that's where. And because it was so temporary, it didn't really impact me much. But no child can survive on her parents' floor forever (at least, the parents can't survive it forever), so the day came when we had to get her an actual big-girl bed. And that day was this Sunday.

After Mommy and daughter picked out the PERFECT day bed, I tore open the package, unwrapped all 1,425 parts, and got to work. Even after doing our taxes and getting pinched all day for not wearing green (I’m like half Irish. I shouldn’t have to wear green on St. Paddy’s day!), product assembly actually took less than an hour, and I only stripped one bolt, but it wasn't the assembly that had me worried. It wasn't even the level 99 Tetris game of trying to fit the bed into the same tiny room as our baby's crib. What really had me nervous was waking my precious angels up in the morning and seeing one of them roll out of bed to greet me.

But all of this doesn't nearly do the situation justice. Her personality, her habits, phrases, and mannerisms—they surprise me daily. She has conversations with Alexa (yes, my wife allowed the devil Amazon Echo into our home, thus giving up our final thread of privacy, but happy wife, happy… never mind, I think they're listening) that astound me, and her moments of child-wisdom are matched only by her creative whimsy. It's all just too much.

Meanwhile, my wife is freaking out about our second daughter. "She's almost a year old!" she exclaims. The little monster's eating solid food, propping up on hands-and-knees, pulling up on every piece of furniture she can find, and saying, "Mama," and "Dada," like a champ. Her first tooth has popped up on the bottom, and she's trying it out on everything (let's hope it doesn't have a cavity yet). My wife's premature detachment anxiety even had her rethinking her, "I'm good with two kids," verbal contract, though only briefly. And yet, I can't help thinking I've been through all of that before. I'm not the one breastfeeding her (you're welcome for that mental image). I'm usually not the one putting her down for naps (though she's passed out on my chest as I write this, which is pretty awesome). I'm not the one who grew her in my belly.

For me, I'm not scared about our baby becoming a toddler because I already have one of those. I'm actually excited about it because our first is so awesome that I can't wait to do it all again. What I'm worried about is our first child growing PAST that awesome stage. I'm worried that what comes afterward is a bratty, know-it-all teenager who doesn't need Daddy anymore. I just want to keep her snuggled up beside me watching Clifford and Voltron forever.

Of course, I know I can't slow down time. I know change is the spice of life, and it's cyclical and all of that dumb stuff. But I think this has been the hardest stage of all for me because it's the beginning of the end. She'll likely be in pre-K this fall, in kindergarten the year after that, and then grade school. Up until now, she's been growing with us. She's learned from Mommy and Daddy, changing in our presence, depending on us. But a time is coming very soon when she's going to get her first taste of independence.  There will be other people in her life who will teach her, and feed her, and take her to prom, and steal her away from me. Okay, yeah, dramatic, but it's how I feel, so get over it.

But there's still time. I'm still my oldest's "boyfriend," and she still gets excited when she makes me proud. And, hey, even when she gets older and thinks she knows everything, I still have a few years before my second daughter's flies the coop, right? Okay, fine. I give up. Looks like the only option is to have a few more kids and keep the party going. In fact, I think I'll bring that one up at the next family meeting. And if I go missing, you'll know why. But until then, I guess I'll keep on cherishing every moment. I mean, in the end, what else is there?

[hypotheticalwoman]

Voltron episode 4

OK so. Drill-tits knocked out Lance, Keith, Hunk and Sven and had their lions at its feet and then *didn’t* finish them off? That’s SLOPPY! Seriously no wonder Zarkon is frustrated, I’d sympathise if I didn’t think he was such an idiot

I keep finding myself wondering if Allura actually has a voice actress at all and then she says a couple of words and I remember she can in fact talk

Oh god they’re asking the *mice* about the key. And of course it will work. (Also funny how one of the mice is pink, I bet that’s supposed to be the mama mouse)

*facepalm* Allura is friend of all animals because of course she is, and this mouse family does not seem to have aged since her childhood

Why are they headbutting the robeast? They *know* that didn’t work last time, why would it work now?

I wonder why forming Voltron requires them all to say ‘VOL-TRON!’ with CONVICTION

OMG it’s a magical girl transforming sequence for robot lions, also sorry Shuri but Voltron did the big cat gauntlet look first, and whoever designed this robot gave him - he is explicitly gendered in the opening credits - *very plush lips*

LOL robeast is just staring like ‘wtf was that’ and I’m like ‘yeah same’

ahaha Voltron is roaring with his feet wtf

OMG that was pretty epic also the preview of the next episode has let me know that there’s another monster with weaponised nipples so I think someone on Zarkon’s team has a kink

Anyway that’s enough for now maybe more another day

[squirenonny]

For fic ask: 14, 22 & 25!

@space-mouse said: “13, 14, and 21 for the ask thing?? :D”

anonymous said: “1, 11, 14, 21, 25″

anonymous said: “Hi! #3, #21 and #25 please :)”

@yellowmagicalgirl said: “13″

(Doing these all in one post because there were a couple of popular questions haha. The full list is here. You can still send me questions if you’re curious about one that’s not in this post!)

1. favorite fic you wrote this year

It’s so hard to pick just one omg. I had a lot of fun with a lot of things this year. If I can say Duality as a whole, that’s my answer, because I’ve put so much into that series and I love so much about it. Honorable mention goes to “Sorry, Who Are You?” my childhood friends Klance AU featuring Keith with prosopagnosia (face-blindness). I projected like hell onto Keith and I still really love it

3. favorite line/scene you wrote this year

The entirety of the Someplace Like Home finale, but (spoilers) specifically chapter 26, either Akira’s “Hollywood lied to me” line or Meri’s “Get your quiznaking hands off her!” I’d been building to all those reunions for so long, and it was so damn satisfying to finally get there.

11. shortest wip of the year

Shortest WIP that has at least one chapter published? That would be “Dungeons & Dwarf Stars,” the Duality side story where the cast plays various tabletop RPGs. It’s about 7.5k right now, and while I haven’t started the next chapter yet, I recently DM’d for the first time ever (hello, new special interest) and if that becomes a regular thing, I have a feeling I’ll suddenly find myself in possession of a bunch of new inspiration for that story.

In terms of unpublished WIPs, my shortest currently at 2.5k is A Genealogy of Demons, the sequel to Handbook of Demonology. I had been working on Genealogy for the Supernova Bang, but I dropped that bang because of... well, life in general conspiring against me. I’m sill working on the fic, but at my own pace. Don’t have a definite date yet for when it’ll start going up, but probably in the first half of 2018.

13. favorite writing song/artist/album of this year

For 90% of the year, I defaulted to my video game & movie scores Pandora station, but just recently I’ve switched over to The Black Piper’s Kaladin album. (Holy shit) and the Leverage soundtrack. Kaladin is simply the best for epic scenes, and Leverage is so full of energy and nostalgia.

14. a fic you didn’t expect to write 

The Monster in the Mirror. I mean, I knew I was going to do something for Shatt Week, but then season 3 dropped and.... Yeah, I wrote 42k in, like, 10 days? Granted, I had no other projects going on at the time, but still. That idea came out of nowhere and swept me right off my feet.

21. most memorable comment/review 

There have been a lot of great comments. I save some of them in my inbox on AO3 for when I’m having a crisis of self-confidence. The ones that really stick with me, though, are from people who comment because something in the fic resonated with them on a personal level. Keith’s face-blindness in “Sorry, Who Are You?”; Keith’s touch-aversion in my Heith Week fic, “You’re the Reason I Believe in Something I Don’t Know”; and so many on Duality, be it about neurotype, disability, gender/pronouns, orientation, ect. Comments like that are the best, because in all honesty, that’s a big part of the reason I write. So much of my fic is me projecting (especially re: identity/representation that I don’t see anywhere else, or not often enough) and it means a lot to hear that I’ve filled that hole for other people, at least a little.

22. events you participated in this year

Starting from the beginning: I had a couple of pinch hits for last year’s Voltron: Legendary December! event, along with the two fics I did for Fandom Tr*mps Hate. Then I did Heith Week and Shatt Week in the summer, followed by a Zethrid/Narti fic for the Lunar Ladies Exchange. That’s everything that’s been posted so far.

Events I worked on this year that will post in 2018:

Horror Bang: (gen) Hunk- and Pidge-centric suspense/thriller fic that should be up sometime in February (I don’t have the specific posting date yet.)

Galra Bang: (lowkey Antolivan) Kolivan-centric fic that also features the rest of the Blade, including Keith. December was brutal on a lot of people in the bang, so the posting is getting pushed back some, but I’d expect it’ll still be sometime in February or early March.

(Supernova Bang - ended up dropping it for various reasons)

Lancito! Zine: I turn in my final piece in a couple weeks, and then preorders will open. Stay tuned for more info and a preview as we get closer to the preorder window!

25. a fic you read this year you would recommend everyone read

Just one? Nope, you know what? Three people asked for this one, so have 3:

The Last Aspect by Spazzcat (@vldaspect) - Ongoing. Time-travel fix-it AU. So good. Klance and Shatt. This fic has great action, lots of emotional impact, and a couple of great twists to keep things interesting. Honestly, if you like epic Voltron AUs (and if you read my stuff, you probably do) you’ll love this fic, so go check it out!

Stardust, Silk and Steel by CalicoTomcat - Ongoing. Hasn’t been updated in a while, so may remain incomplete, but what is out is so worth reading. Canon divergence where the wormhole at the end of season 1 dumps Pidge out near Earth. Lots of great worldbuilding (and a kickass Mama Holt, which you know I love.) Intense and somewhat graphic violence at times, so mind the tags, but a great ride. Gen with a few small hints of a potential future Hidge in the latest chapters. Very much Pidge-centric.

The Lost Paladin by prettyshiroic (AnalystProductions) - Complete, long oneshot. After the war, Keith leaves before another family leaves him. Years later, he runs into Lance and starts to wonder if he made a mistake. This fic. Goddamn. Incredibly emotional, literally made me cry. Finished reading it in my car after work because I couldn’t make myself drive home without getting to the resolution. Gen.

[whimsicalkookie]

Facts About Me Tag

I was tagged by @felixleefelicis (love ya 😘)

1. nickname: I don’t really have one, sometimes weeb and my sister occasionally calls me Laura Yeti because of my thicc curly hair 😂

2. gender: female

3. star sign: Pisces ♓️

4. height: 5′3 (just.. I’m a smol bean, shorty squad unite!)

5. time: 10:50am

6. birthday: 23rd February

7. favorite bands: BTS are my ults, stray kids, black pink, got7, wanna one, day6 tbh I listen to pretty much anything. American bands like Daughtry 😍, Faber Drive and Fall Out Boy. I have the LoveDrunk album of BoysLikeGirls and that’s really good. I love 80s music,90s to 2013 pop (esp 2009 what a great year for music), Disney soundtracks and other random things I find on the internet.

8. favorite solo artists: Sunmi, Taemin, 10cm, Suran (I honestly can’t really think of current solo artists that I like) I love 2000s artists like Pink, Avril Lavigne, early Taylor Swift. I also really like old house/club/rave music from the 90s/2000s. I like DJs like David Guetta, Avicii.

9. song(s) stuck in my head: Girls Girls Girls and Just Right by Got7, constantly stuck in my head. I reference BTS pretty much 24/7 so whenever I think of a reference whatever that song was would be stuck in my head. Atm probably Pied Piper and Best of Me. Stray Kids HELLEVATOR! Gashina by Sunmi, MOVE by Taemin, Power and Monster by EXO (randomly the chanting bit in MAMA), View and Ring Ding Dong by Shinee, SOBER by Big Bang, Playing with fire and As if it’s your last by Black Pink, Don’t Wanna Cry and Clap Clap by Seventeen, Dramarama and Hero by Monsta X, Energetic and Beautiful by Wanna One, MR SIMPLE BY SUPER JUNIOR AND GEE BY SNSD (I mean.. of course), Likey by Twice, Red Flavour, Ice Cream Cake, Peek-a-Boo by Red Velvet. Last song stuck in my head was a 2004 UK number 1 called Lola’s theme by the Shapeshifters.

10. last movie watched: Liveaction: Baby Driver or Battle Royale I’m not sure and also Kimi No Na Wa or Your Name. All of them are soo good, I’m actually obsessed with Your Name. I washed them with my family and my mum didn’t like or understand Your Name even though I made a sacrifice by watching the eng dub for her 😢😧

11. last show watched: The Good Doctor (I love it and it was made for TV for KBS originally - it’s really good) and a Thai BL drama that I’m obsessed with called 2moons (I NEED SEASON TWO).

12. when did i create my blog: like probably in January 2016 when I got into BTS because I needed a side blog to reblog my new obsession. I only started actually posting occasional stuff earlier this/last year (2017)

13. what do i post: anything BTS or stray kids related, KPop memes, I mainly reblog things but I’ve started doing text posts which I’ll try to do more of.

14. last thing i googled: Seoul music awards 2018 bts and BTS demian. I’m planning to try and read the book demian by Herman Hesse.

15. do you have other blogs: yes my main blog is @lauramaythatdisneyfreak which is mainly disney or personal reblogs @peridot-is-fandom-trash which is Steven Universe and general memes and shitposts. @rubba-dub-dub-fangirlneedsahug mainly Yuri On Ice, Klance, Voltron and my other Gay ships.

16. do you get asks: Nope but I would like them :) I’m happy to answer them. Chat to me! I love to talk!

17. why did you choose your url: my username of everything used to be WhimsicalSerendipity because they are my favourite two words but when I got into BTS my first bias was Jungkook. I think it sounds pretty cute so I’ve just stuck with it 😛😊

18. following: 1170 haha I get so overwhelmed with my feeds as it’s everything for my four accounts help 😅it’s pretty interesting seeing some animation posts followed by a KPop meme, then a Voltron fic Rec or something like that.

19. followers: on this account 23 😂 that’s fair though I don’t post but I’m trying to more. School is so busy ugh 😩😤 I need more mutuals though so follow me and send me memes 😜

20. favorite color(s): PURPLE, blue, black, white, red

21. average hours of sleep: 8

22. lucky number: 7

23. instruments: i did this thing in Year 7 called instrumental music where I did violin for a year but i never actually picked it up. My sister is the musical one, she plays ukelele, piano and guitar 😚☺️

24. what am i wearing: I’m in YEAR 12 in Sixth Form in the UK (16/17 years old) so we have a dress code for a uniform of business wear in only black white and grey. I’m wearing black pants, black boots, a white blouse, grey jumper, black blazer (we have to) and gold jewellery :)

25. how many blankets i sleep with: 1 it’s pretty cold at the moment so I normally have my duvet and then a blanket if it’s extra cold

26. dream job: working at Disneyland, being a project manager for games development or working with early years children (2-5) so like a nursery/crèche teacher

27. dream trip: I want to travel all across Asia esp like Korea, Japan, Thailand, China

28. favorite food: pasta, pizza, MEAT, CHICKEN!!! I just love these foods I could not live without them 😋

29. nationality: British 🇬🇧

30. favorite song now: ok so it’s probably between stray kids young wings and grrr depending on my mood haha 😆

I tag @dablixx @changbuns @strayboys @jayhooooope @changbinie @tiredyoon @felixsfreckles

[nightpeltofthunderclan]

My little preview of my fic for @vldhorrorbang 

Dead To Me

Rating: Explicit

Fandom: Voltron Legendary Defender

Pairings: previously mentioned Shance, Kuro/Lance

Summary:  Lance and Shiro had been happily dating for years now, soon to be married in fact. The night before the wedding should have been the happiest night of Lance’s life, but when Shiro came home something was..different. It soon became apparent that this was no longer the man he loved, in his place was a monster in his lover’s mask, an entity named Kuro who reveled in the pain of others.

Tags/Warnings(more to be added on the finished fic): intense violence/gore, psychological torture, noncon body modification, torture, abuse, sexual content, noncon, psychological horror, omorashi, Kuro/Lance, Brief Shiro/Lance past relationship, Major Character death

Excerpt:  A frown tugged at his lips as he sat at a bus stop, listening to Hunk’s voicemail for the umpteenth time that night. It was odd that there was no answer, moreso with all the missed calls he had gotten from the big guy. Then again...nobody stopped by to ask about me... He shook off the thought and stood, stretching and breathing in the crisp night air. He could figure that out later, after he called the police….which admittedly he should have done first thing. With a palm to his forehead he dialed the number. “911, what’s your emergency?” “I need to report a kidnapping and a murder..” He trailed off as headlights flashed down the street. “What is your name?” “Uh..Lance-oh shit no..” The car got close enough for him to recognize it as Shiro’s, which probably meant Kuro had found him. “Fuck fuck fuck, look check the basement of 3420 Sycamore, I-I gotta go.” “Sir please stay on the line, and off-” Lance hung up and took off running, cursing the lack of places to hide as the man sped forward in the vehicle and swerved in front of the panicked man. Kuro stepped out and caught Lance, who had tripped and skidded to a halt. “You’ve been naughty Lance.” Cold fury radiated off him and trembles racked Lance. “Pl-please Kuro let me go! I promise I won’t tell anyone, or..or I just I want-” He shrieked as Kuro lifted him over his shoulder. “NO! LET ME GO!!” He writhed and screamed, and as hope flared at the lights in nearby houses flicking on it was easily squashed as Kuro opened the trunk. “Can’t have anyone distracting the driver sweetheart.” As Lance was shoved unceremoniously into the trunk he gagged at the smell of rotting, and shied away from a dark patch on the carpet. “Please...please don’t leave me in here! Please Kuro!” He reached out to clutch at the edge, only for Kuro to slam the trunk down on his fingers. Lance shrieked as he heard a sick crack and felt warm blood spurt down his palms. Kuro quickly opened the trunk, leering at him. “Please keep your hands inside the ride at all times.” The bleeding man cradled his hand to his chest, biting his lip and tasting blood as tears flowed freely. With a last jaunty wave, and the sound of distant sirens, Kuro left him in darkness as blood soaked his shirt. He was sure he had seen a gleam of white when light was shining in, but now he hoped it had been his imagination. Lance wasn’t aware he had fallen asleep, or maybe passed out from blood loss, but he was dizzy and his limbs felt heavy. He could tell the car had stopped, but it was still dark. Panic flooded through him. Maybe Kuro had ditched the car. Maybe he would be left to suffocate and bleed out. He tried to control his breathing as claustrophobia set in, but it wasn’t enough. It felt like every breath made the space smaller, tighter, and it seemed to send more throbs through his fingers. He tried to move the injured ones, but muffled a sound of pain as the stiff joints seemed to click together wrong. Wrong, he scoffed. Everything about this is wrong. He slid his eyes shut, not that it made much difference, and hugged himself. “I don’t wanna die….I-I want my mama…” He thought about his family, how they would feel...how they must be feeling right now. Maybe they didn’t know, were expecting him to visit after his honeymoon. His breaths stuttered as he cursed. It wasn’t supposed to be like this! When the trunk opened and Kuro stared at him, dawn barely breaking behind him and the wooded area they seemed to be in, he almost leapt up to hug the human being. Almost. He took gulping breaths as he sat up and allowed the other to lift him up, too tired to protest anymore. “You really broke my heart Lance, we were bonding and you left me...you’ve been bad, and you need a punishment. Only fitting, don’t you think kitten?” He merely nodded as Kuro spoke, unable to find the strength to make a biting remark. “But I’ll let you rest first. I want you able to feel it.” Fear spiked through him as darkness descended and he let out a final whimper. Once Lance came to again, tape over his mouth, he was bound in a chair again and a heavy bandage was on his right hand-no. Not hand. A stump where his hand was. His blood ran cold and he bit his lip and flinched when a cluck came from a corner. He slowly looked, tears burning his eyes as the man wearing his lover grinned down at him, the white forelock that Lance had adored stained red. Kuro held a scalpel in his hand as he straddled the bound man, tilting his head. “You’re very beautiful Lance, but I’m sure there’s something I can do to improve your obedience. You were very bad, running away like that.” For some reason Lance felt his captor was glad to have an excuse to hurt him more. A whimper broke free as the cold metal scraped gently along his jaw, like a lover’s touch. “One blink for yes, two for no. Should I….cut out your tongue?” Two blinks. “No? Well...how bout I,” Kuro purred as he dragged the scalpel down to follow the artery in Lance’s throat. “Sever your vocal cords?” Two blinks, followed by tears sliding down his cheeks. “Well what should I do Lance? You tried to leave me! I am protecting you!!” His voice rose and the trembling man flinched as Kuro pushed away, glaring heatedly. “The world would destroy you!! Why can’t you see I’m keePING YOU SAFE?!” Kuro’s prosthetic hand curled around Lance’s throat as he sobbed, squeezing lightly as his voice dropped to a chilling whisper. “I could squeeze the life out of you right now...feel the breath leave your body...It would..” The large man shivered and grinned. “Be an absolute pleasure, don’t you agree love? In fact, I think we should have some fun.” Lance’s eyes widened as his muffled protests echoed in the dank basement.

[aniell28]

Voltron Short Prompts!

 So I posted a few short prompts and challenges to my AO3 account if anyone is interested in writing one. Each “chapter” is its own theme and prompt. Most are Shklance with a Lance/Allura brotp

They are:

1. Selkie!Lance 2. Overprotective Mama Red Lion 3. Swimming Lessons and Monsters feat. Mer!Lance 4. Omega!Lance Dress Up 5. Flawed Wings

[panda-noosh]

Hello, first I wanna say that I love your blog. Secondly can I request something for the paladins and how they would be like as parents. Thank you so much 😊

Thank you! I’m glad you enjoy my blog! I loved writing this, omg. I hope you enjoy it! x

Shiro:

  -Theydon't call him Space Dad for nothing.

  -Because let me tell you, this guy would be Dad Af.

 -Kind of strict, but not overlystrict.Like, you can go out but your ass has a god damn curfew and if youdon't meet that curfew, whoever your with is going to die.

 -DisappointedDad Head Shake.

 -Watchesgolf with the remote pressed against his forehead.

  -“You know, golf brings in a lot of money. You could become agolfer.”

 -“Dad, I'm in high school.”

  -Every day, he likes to remind his children just how fastthey're growing up.

  -Hatesit when his kids disrespect their mother. Hatesit. Ifhe didn't love his kids so much, he would probably lose it.

  -But he does love his kids, so he just tells them off with a simple“Oi! Watch your mouth!”

 -Dad days out are amazing??

 -For him. They're amazing for him. Not for his kids.

 -Probably consist of fishing.

  -“Back in my day, we had to catch our own food.”

  -“Dad, you're 34.”

   Keith:

  -Thedad who always needs help with the kids.

 -Never let this man be alone with his children, because you will comeback and your house will be no longer.

  -Is a jittery dad, too. He had bad nerves when he found out his wifewas pregnant, but actually takingcare of them? Pleaseno.

  -He loves his kids to death. God, does he love his kids, but like ???How does a kid work???

  -Hisnerves never really die down until his children know how to handlethemselves. He just overthinks every little thing.

  -And then his kids get into high school and LORD HAVE MERCY ON HISPRECIOUS SOUL.

 -Lord also have mercy on whoever his daughter brings home, because letme tell you, they will not make it through the front door.

  -“Dad, I'm 16! I can like who I want!”

  -“Who isDad? Ionly know OneMan My Daughter Needs In Her Life Until She Moves Out.”

  -Isthe type of Dad to constantly tease his children about moving out.Like, his six year old child knows how bills work because he's justso ready to make them jokes when they're old enough to understand.

  -Fake Sports Dad.

 -“Yes! Hit the ball!”

  -“Dad, this is basketball.”

- “... Throw the ball?”

  - The type of Dad to leave cookies and a note under his childs doorwhen they're upset. The note basically tells them of how much heloves them and how there will always be issues in life, but he's theone they need to come to if things get too difficult. Because softKeith is great.

   Lance:

 -MemeDad.

 -Meme Dad.

 -Meme Dad.

  -The type of Dad who texts his teenage children about the latest 'hip'things because he can't come to terms with the fact that hisfavourite meme died before his first child was born.

  -“You remember Pepe the Frog, right honey? Haha. What a guy.”

 -“DAD.”

 -Would probably show up to all parent teacher meetings in a suitbecause why not.

 -Constant competition with the other children. Not even his childrenagainst other children. Himagainstthe other kids. He would see a kid playing basketball really well andhe'd show up the next day in a full on kit just ready to show up somehigh school kids on how basketball is played.

  -His kids would have to drag him away when it turns out he's terribleand his score is getting low.

 -Uncle and Aunt feuds.

 -“Now, if Aunt Pidge says anything about the words 'Lancey Lance,'you kick her out, okay?”

 -“You need a haircut. You don't want to end up looking like UncleKeith.”

 -“Uncle Hunk made that. Throw it out.”

 -“Uncle Shiro is coming over. Make sure the paint ball gun is loadedand you're hiding behind the sofa as soon as you see his car pullingup, okay?”

  -SO MANY STORIES ABOUT HIS TIME AS A PALADIN IM EMOTION I NEED TOWRITE A FULL THING ABOUT THIS.

   Hunk:

  -WaitI'm gonna cry thinking of Hunk being a dad.

  -He'd be such a good dad. Such a good dad.

 - I feel like he'd be too scared to mess up in the first place, thathe just neverreally would.

  -Thebest when his children come to him with their problems, and they do.They love their dad so much, that coming to him about their issues isjust like coming to their best friend, if not, better.

  -Gets emotional all the time.

  -Probably has a scrap book of pictures of his kids with the yellowlion, but he doesn't tell them he was a Paladin until their oldenough, and when he does, he cries really hard thinking about thememories.

  -His kids are so god damn proud of him when they hear of the things heused to do when he piloted the yellow lion.

  -“Oh, your Dad's a fisherman? My dad's a living legend.”

  -Would try and stay humble when it came to talking about his past, buthis kids wouldn't let him be humble because DAD YOU'RE A PALADIN OFVOLTRON.

  -Sports Dad???

 -He doesn't play sports, he just loves to go to his kids games whenthey do.

 -He's always the loudest one in the crowd, and he's always the firstone to greet them if they lose so he can comfort them.

  Pidge:

  -Casualmama.

  -Rolling eyes central.

  -Is the type of mum who just kind of . . . Doesn't care???

  -“Excuse me, miss? You're son is eating dirt.”

  -“For the love of – TIMOTHY YOU DID IT AGAIN! WE'RE GOING HOME!”

  -But at the same time, her and her kids have so much banter the worldcannot handle it.

 -Laying awake at night with her kids, under the covers, working on abrand new project.

  -Teaching her kids how things work and how to make differentmechanisms for different machines.

 -Giggling along with her kids whenever one of them messes up somethingon the machine.

 -“Don't worry. It's easy to fix.”

  -It's never easy to fix, but she wouldn't dare tell little Timothythat.

  -Has daily visits to the other Paladins houses because she lovesseeing how the Uncles are around her children.

  -She tells her kids about her Paladin days, but none of them reallybelieve her and she doesn't try to persuade them. She more or lesstells them like some kind of fairytale until her kids are of age, andthey literally go with her every weekend to visit the green lion withwhom Pidge is still very close to.

  -“So. . . You were serious about being a Paladin?”

  -“I wouldn't lie about such a thing. Now, eat your BBQ MonsterMunch.”