#winter fey keith

[stardust-and-blades]

Winter Kiss

Yoooo klance drabble I finished on my insta :3 

Summary: Lance, a fire fey, sneaks into winter fey territory out of curiosity to see if the gruesome legends are true. Little does he know he will meet a beautiful boy with a sharp tongue and a warm heart.

Pairings: Keith/Lance Fandom: Voltron

He was starlight against the fog of evening.

Lance is not one to venture beyond the summer court territories, one to bathe in the sun’s rays than to slip through the icy terrain separating warmth and cold.

They were at war. Fire fey had a sunset sea glass towering over the border between territory, a blistering beacon of defiance against their foes. A fragile looking wall containing the strength of the Gods, awaiting the other half to challenge it. To break it. To unleash a different form of war.

Little did the fire fey know was their very own approaching the wall, using their craft to exit as much as he can enter. Winter may not be able to approach, but summer can manipulate as they please.

As he crawled through the opening, as the heat pouring from his skin filled into a lukewarm feeling, he carefully settled his foot on snow. He nearly jumped ten feet in the air with how cold it was. What little winter they had (which was not much) was never this intense. Lance has not even felt snow before, which was one of the few reasons he crossed the barrier.

Allura used to tell him horror stories of the winter fey. Of their conquests and deceit. Their eerie gaze that can freeze you in place. The fangs protruding from their lips, ice daggers waiting to sink into the only warmth they desired: blood.

But there was one story that really stood out to Lance. One she did not speak often. But after a trial of a prisoner taking place years back when she was entering her late teens, her black and white tales molted into grey. She spoke of secret marriages. Of children born of winter and summer. Of a resistance group looking to join the territories rather than destroy one another. And while she had to shush herself upon sensing more than the ears she intended to whisper to, she made sure Lance listened carefully. Openly. To not be like the others.

Hence him passing the wall.

And maybe because he saw someone peering in from the outside, the only sign if it being fey was the dark hair sprinkled with snowflakes passing through the bushes.

Lance was going to find out who the fey was.

Maybe see if the tales about them are true.

Or if allura was right in the winter fey not being complete monsters.

So he set off. He followed tracks in the snow, the glistening white trees diamonds in the sun.

As he made his way to a clearing, he noted how the soft crunch of his shoes turned to shattered glass. Lance looked down to see the change, and noticed how he had set foot on a frozen lake.

And on top of the lake was a dancing boy.

The same boy with the dark hair, who hadn’t noticed Lance before Lance took another step on the fragile water.

He was beautiful. He glided on the surface with such ease, Lance questioned if he was a water nymph. His ears were long and pointed, decorated in fine crystals the shape of tears. He had stripped away his coat, the fur thrown to the side in order for him to freely skate with his black pants and white shirt. His skates, sharp as the newly forged blades by the fire blacksmiths. Except when they strike they did not exhume ash, but rather puffs of frost.

Summer and winter.

Fire and ice.

Ash and frost.

Hot and cold.

They were the opposites of the same coin. Destined to hate each other, proclaimed to be forever enemies.

If that was the case, then why did Lance feel no animosity? Why did he want to take a chance and introduce himself?

Why did he want to be dancing next to his sworn enemy?

Maybe it was because he was vulnerable in such state, completely unaware of Lance’s presence. Maybe it was because of Allura’s intriguing stories, sparking curiosity rather than resentment.

Maybe it was because he wanted to be part of the tale that defied all odds. Believed in peace rather than conflict.

But he is 100% sure it wasn’t because of the knife rapidly flying towards his head.

Lance screamed and ducked, the knife imbedding itself in tree bark.

He whirled around to the winter male. He stopped his dancing, his feet in a stance prepped for battle. He had two daggers in his palms, no doubt he held more somewhere on his body for easy access.

He narrowed his violet eyes, an arm arching back to chuck a dagger when Lance placed his hands in the air.

“WOAH WOAH WOAH, I’m not here to fight!”

“You have five seconds to explain why you were watching me before this knife meets its mark.” The boy said, ice gathering at the tips of the blade, elongating it’s already sinister edge.

“Um...”

“Five, four—“

“Hey give me a moment to gather my senses—“

“Three, two—“

“I was distracted by how pretty you were dancing oKAY?” Lance screamed.

The boy stopped counting.

“What?”

Lance threw his hands up. “I was curious. I crossed the barrier to check out this winter wonderland to see if it really was the scary, cold dungeon my side makes it out to be. I was thinking ‘hey lets take a look and maybe there are some softies or some cute animals’, not get a KNIFE to my HEAD”

He blinked, slowly lowering his arms. “You...wanted to see animals.”

“That’s what you took away from the response?”

He paused, looking over Lance. “How do I know you’re not lying?”

Lance sighed and lowered his arms halfway, his sun-kissed jacket flapped partially open as he kept his stance unguarded.

“You can search me. I have no weapons.”

“If I approach you so candidly you could stab me when I least expect it.”

“WOW, paranoid much?”

“I’m cautious.”

Lance snorted, his fear over the winter fey withering away. “Okay, Mr. paranoia. How should I prove myself to you?”

The boy pursed his lips, eyes traveling from the top of his head, down the front of his bright clothing, and back up again. Violets met azure, and if not for his keen hearing, Lance would have drowned from the beauty of the orbs that rivaled the dusk.

“Strip.”

Lance’s mind came to a screeching halt.

“What?”

The boy waved his blade towards him, nonchalant. “Take off the layers. It’s the only way I can be sure you don’t have an alternative motive.”

“I am NOT getting naked for you.”

He cocked his head to the side, his brow furrowed in confusion. “I’m not saying to get naked.”

“You just told me to strip.”

“Yes, but—“ he stopped, tossing what he said in his head until it dawned on him. Blush creeped on his pale cheeks.

“O-oh. I-I meant your top layers. Your jacket and anything that would hide what is apparent.”

“So not fully naked.”

The blush increased. “No.”

A cocky grin made it to Lance’s face. “You know if you want to see me in all my sunny glory you could just—“

The boy threw a warning knife, grazing Lance’s ear. Lance instantly shut up, having a deep feeling if he kept talking at least one of his arms would be pinned to the tree.

He unfurled his vest and coat. They were like lava against the white snow, bleeding to touch and burn everything in its wake. Crisp leaves amidst autumn; the blessing of the sun as it dips into the ether at the end of the day.

The clothes may be off, but Lance radiated the same essence the clothing did, his skin glistening despite the cold. If the boy was effected, he didn’t show it. He walked up to Lance cautiously, padding what’s left of his outfit (pants and a thin tunic). He made sure to avoid Lance’s gaze, poking and prodding but did not have an ounce of harshness in his touch. He was almost...gentle. As if Lance were a deer he was going to scare away if he wasn’t careful.

When he was deemed in the clear, the boy took a couple of steps back to allow Lance to put on his clothes.

“So since I did a strip tense,” lance joked. “I think you owe me your name in return.”

He hesitated, but after checking Lance, he doubted he could do any real harm besides embarrassing him.

“My name is Keith.”

“Wait,” Lance said, going still. “Keith. As in, the same Keith who is the knight of the winter palace?”

The legendary knight. The same one who had taken down dozens upon dozens of Lance’s kind, as well as his own when faced with betrayal. Rumors scoured the lands of Keith being so good at his job, the  victim’s bodies couldn’t be found.

And yet here was Lance, literally looking him dead in the eye and somehow still breathing.

Lance expected him to do a 180 and kill him then and there, forever silencing the fire fey that managed to sneak across the barrier and find the knight of nightmares. He imagined a blade making a home in his vitals, his blood drenching the canvas beneath him in crimson rivers.

But rather than turn Lance into a decoration in the forest, Keith shuddered and inched away, as if Lance were the dangerous one.

“I...am Keith here. Just Keith. Nothing more.” He said, his voice a hush in the chill of the air. “Nothing less.”

“Just...keith.”

“Yes.”

“Then...you’re not going to gut me and dispose of me in one of these deep lakes.” Lance joked, trying to ease the tension. To slow his heartbeat into a natural hum, rather than the adrenaline spiking through his veins.

Regrettable choice of words. Keith cringed, indigo irises becoming shattered glass as he took in the meaning. Without speaking, he gathered his jacket and cloak and began to retreat. Lance’s heart withered. He didn’t know Keith well, but there was something about him shutting down from the mention of his misdeeds that tugged at Lance’s heartstrings.

That made him reach out, his fingers stretched to capture his shoulder. To cross the frozen lake, its glistening blanket cracking under his weight.

His foot went through the surface, cold nipping at his limbs as he plunged into the water.

All he could recall was his mouth and nose being flooded and his body tensing up from the sheer amount of cold.

The next moment, he saw a flash of light and a large, blurred figure grabbing him by the scruff of his collar.

He was yanked up, lovely oxygen making its way to his lungs and biting wind chomped on the apples of his cheeks to replace the slew of water. He was used to the sea of summer, not this bone chilled one leaving his lips blue and chapped.

“Are you alright?” Keith asked. He was knelt in front of Lance, a hand to his back and Lance coughed out the remainder of the lake.

“Yikes that’s cold,” lance commented. “My hair and wings are going to freeze over.”

His wings weren’t visible yet, but he could feel the ache settling on his back. If they were, they would most likely be turned to fragile crystals.

“Here, use this.” Keith said. He reached beside him and pulled out a white cloak, the fur lined the hood and the edges. It was plain, but in the light it shone with a thousand gems. Keith shook it out and wrapped it around Lance’s shoulders, the snow on it melting away as it touched his skin.

“Winter court clothes are imbued with their own magic to keep the wearers warm.” He tied the hood over lance, weaving a neat bow. When he looked at Lance again, their faces a mere few inches away from another, pink dusted his face. Even Keith seemed to have the same reaction, his hands stilling and his eyes unable to look away.

That was, until something wet licked his cheek.

“Kosmo!” Keith admonished. Lance turned to see a wolf beside him, twin melted coppers staring at the fire faery with his tongue lolled out. He was twice Lance’s size, yet posed no threat based on his white tail wagging.

“Sorry, he gets excited about newcomers.” Keith said, rubbing one of Kosmo’s ears. “He’s the one who pulled you out of the lake.”

Lance smiled, scratching Kosmo’s other ear. He leaned his head towards him, enjoying the attention. He licked Lance again, the boy laughing from the irony of an intimidating wolf being nothing but a pup.

“Too bad for you,” Lance joked. “I expected a knight in shining armor to save me, but looks like an adorable wolf beat you to it.”

“I can easily have him eat you.”

“Nah, he likes me more than you.”

“I’m his owner.”

“And I am the handsome stranger who is giving him belly scratches.” Lance stated, Kosmo officially on his back as Lance scratched his stomach. “I win.”

Keith shook his head, his lips quirked in amusement. “Whatever you say, Phoenix boy. I thought you could swim like all the others by the ocean.”

Lance puffed up his cheeks. “I CAN swim, thank you.”

“Not based on earlier.”

“Oh?” Lance raised an eyebrow, an idea popping in his head. “Is that a challenge I smell?”

Keith chuckled. “I don’t—“

He stopped, his ears twitching. Lance wondered what made him go quiet. He opened his mouth, but keith raised a hand, silencing him and put a finger to his lips. Kosmo stopped relaxing, the wolf rolling onto his paws and hunched over, a low growl rumbling in his chest.

Keith kept his tone to a whisper. “I’m sorry, but you need to leave. Now.”

Lance frowned. “Why?”

“Because when you crossed the barrier you let out a silent alarm.”

Lance squawked. “And you didn’t bother to tell me until NOW? I could be dead in five minutes!”

“Not if we teleport.” Keith said, grabbing Kosmo by his scruff and hopping on top of the wolf. It didn’t bother him, and he went so far as to bend down to Lance’s level for him to join Keith.

Lance hesitated. He doesn’t know this keith well. He may be nice, but for all he knew he could be setting up a facade and internally planned to transport them to the palace. To execute him right there for trespassing, sticking his head on a pike to ward off any future fire fey from crossing the barrier.

But as Keith held a hand to him, as Kosmo nudged his hip for him to follow suit, and as those violets penetrated his wards, he succumbed to the winter faery’s song.

When he took Keith’s hand, he could not help but noticed the warmth he held in those palms. He assumed they would be unbreakable ice. But really they matched the inner workings of the cloak draped over his shoulders.

There was a flash of light, and the next moment they were in front of the pane of sunset, Lance’s home beaconing for him to return. To strip away the cloak and dive into the beach waters filled with seashells that challenged the stars in beauty. To the motherly ocean, where it can caress you in times of crisis or unleash its wrath to drown its victims for the harming of its children.

Lance’s questions were answered. It’s time for him to go home.

Lance jumped off of Kosmo and was about to cross to his territory when a thought hit him.

He turned back to Keith, the boy scanning the area for prying eyes.

Lance wasn’t able to talk to him much. Wasn’t able to truly get to know him. To find out why Keith acted off when Lance mentioned his knight status.

But they weren’t exactly close to know each other’s secrets. So he came up with an excuse.

“Um, I’m still dripping from my plunge earlier,” lance started. “Would you mind if I borrowed your cloak for a little longer?”

“Huh? Oh, no you can keep it.”

“But it’s yours.”

“And you’re shivering like a leaf. Keep it, I have others.” He shrugged.

Lance groaned. “I can’t keep this, the court may think I stole it from you. If I’m anything, a thief isn’t one of them.”

Keith shook his head. “It’s not stealing if I give it to you.”

“It is in my eyes. Besides, you owe me for almost stabbing me. So all I ask is you meet up with me tomorrow so I can return it.” A knowing grin split his mouth. “Unless you’re scared of the big bad summer territory.”

Keith’s eye twitched. He bored his gaze into Lance, Lance feeling the hole going through his skull with how intense he was. If he ended up as a frozen statue, he couldn’t say he didn’t expect it.

But instead Keith sighed, heaved himself off Kosmo, and stood in front of Lance.

Sure enough, the cloak was the only thing preventing him from shivering up a storm and getting sick. His hair was sticking up with ice, his clothes damp, and his arms hugging himself. Yes they weren’t far off from Lance’s home, but the thought of just taking the material and flinging him back into the wild left Keith unsettled.

“Fine, but there is only one safe way for you to re-enter without setting off the alarm.”

Lance cocked his head. “What is it?”

“This.”

Keith stepped closer to Lance, grabbed him by the shoulders, and pulled him down. His hands moved from his shoulders to the sides of Lance’s head, kissing him atop the brow between his bewildered eyes. A cool sensation coursed through his crown, a frosted star embezzle right where the kiss was before it thawed away.

“A kiss from the winter court is an invitation for you to enter the grounds. Think of me as you pass through, and I will be here.”

“Um...I—what just...what—“ Lance’s face burned, and he knew it wasn’t because of the cloak.

Keith smirked and with one last wave of his hand, he disappeared with Kosmo.

When Lance got home, he screamed in a pillow.

[corvus--rex]

Idk if you're still doing the au ask, but the other ones made me smile so I have to ask

Fantasy Au?

(And I'mma just say witch/mage and familiar??)

Royalty au?

Two of my favorites, would love to hear your thoughts!!

I actually like doing these, so I'll answer them no matter how old they are :)

Witch/Familiar

Witches don't necessarily need a familiar, but they complete a magical circuit that makes the witch's spells far more powerful, something Lance found out when he finally gave in and found Keith

Familiars aren't summoned or found. The witch casts a familiar attraction spell that brings a witch and familiar together that complement each other

Familiars are their own race that appears human or elven with distinctive animal traits, and have no real natural lifespan. A bound familiar lives as long as their witch. Lance happens to be an elf with some fey ancestry, so he doesn't have a natural lifespan either (they're stuck with each other forever :p)

Keith's animal traits are all cat, and once he's bound to Lance, he can shift freely between elf, elf/cat hybrid, house cat, or panther forms. Lance never knows what he's going to wake up to, but he did find out that big cats are great space heaters in the dead of winter

As a familiar, Keith has magical capability of his own, but it's based more in natural ability and far far less in study, unlike witches, who have natural inclination, but have to study and practice their craft

Royal

This is going to be all hcs from my unfinished royal au, mostly bc I still want to get back to that one, which is here (and is my usual brand of fluffy, smut-free omegaverse)

Keith, as Crown Prince of Marmora, is distantly related to the House of Komar that rules Daibazaal although how, exactly, has been pretty much lost to history

Lance and Keith's inner circle is made up of Allura, Lance's sister, Shiro, who's Keith's cousin, Hunk, an Altean noble, Shay, Hunk's fiancee and princess of Balmera, Pidge, or (as much as she hates it) Princess Catherine of Olkarion, and her brother Matt, and Allura's fiancee Princess Romelle of Arus

There's a secret society of spies/intelligence and assassins run by Marmora's nobility under permission of the crown (Blade of Marmora)

Altea, Marmora, Olkarion, Balmera, and Arus are all allied, with Altea and Marmora as the two most powerful countries

The inner circle all grew up together, went to the same boarding schools, and were in and out of each other's countries constantly

[wittyy-name]

Love Me Twice, Save Me Thrice || Chapter Nine on Patreon

TAGS: fey au, modern faerie tale, modern fantasy, magic, blood, violence, mutual pining, strangers to lovers, half breed Keith, fey Lance, tattoo parlors, fey courts, faith trust and pixie dust

Keith/Lance - Rated M - Chapter Word Count: 13k - Total Word Count So Far: 125,000+

Keith has always lived his life by a few simple rules that boil down to one ultimatum: never let the fey know he’s an ironblood. The byproduct of the rare union between a fey and a human, he’s seen as dangerous. Able to harness the power of his fey bloodline without the drawbacks that keep them in check. He doesn’t remember much of his life before Shiro found him, but things have been pretty good since. Despite the fact that his guardian turned brother figure is a fey, his best friend is a druid, and his dog is a blink wolf, his life is pretty ordinary.

That is, until he runs into a beautiful fey with eyes like ice and a touch like fire. A fey that makes him want to break the rules and calls out to a part of him that’s remained shrouded for so long. With their lives irrevocable intertwined, drawn to one another despite all the warnings, they’re set on a path that threatens to destroy who they are and save who they might become.

The course of love never did run smooth.

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“Fey lie without the use of their words. You know that better than most. You grew up being warned about this— about making deal with them. Your father and Shiro—“ “I know, but that was to prevent something like this from happening. But the fact is that I’m here now. I’m wrapped up in it. And if doing this means I’ll be free— that Shiro will be freed— I… I want to try.” “But…” Lance’s nails bite into Keith’s hands before his grip slides down to his wrists, holding on tight as he leans forward. He presses against Keith’s forehead, bruising as he twists his head, eyes closing. “It’s dangerous…” Keith’s heart aches. His hands slide from Lance’s neck, wrapping around his shoulders to pull them flush. Lance’s arms find their way around his waist, holding tight as he buries his face in Keith’s neck. “Everything is dangerous,” he whispers, running fingers through Lance’s snow white hair. Lance’s fingers curl into the back of Keith’s glamour crafted clothes. “You could… I could lose you.” “You won’t,” he says firmly. “You can’t promise that.” “I can.” “It’s a lie.” Keith finds himself smirking, eyes distant as he stares at a curled crystal flower on the hedges that make up the walls around them. “Not if I believe it.” Lance huffs a wet and weak laugh, breath hot against Keith’s neck. “Foolish. Stubborn. Hot-headed.” Keith holds him tight, and despite how solid their glamoured clothes feel between them, he swears he can feel Lance’s heartbeat through the sheer material of light and magic. “I have to do this,” he whispers. “For myself and for Shiro.” Lance sighs, deflating in Keith’s arms. “I know,” he says, defeated and begrudging. “I’m not happy about it.” Keith presses his smile to the tip of Lance’s pointed ear, marveling in the newness of it. “I know.” “You are going to make it up to me.” Keith chuckles, feeling Lance shiver. “I know.” A moment of silence stretches, lingering and melancholy, comforting and warm in the crisp air of perpetual winter. They hold each other, savoring each ticking second, memorizing the feeling of being in each other’s arms. No matter how things go, Keith wants to be able to recall this moment in perfect detail. From the press of Lance’s chest against his with every breath, to the hands clinging to his back, to the shape of his nose pressed to his neck. He wishes this moment could last forever, and judging from the sigh Lance heaves, he knows Lance does, too. When Lance kisses him, one hand pressed to his cheek, it’s short and sweet, firm and lingering even as they pull apart. When Lance steps away, he holds Keith at arms length, eyes roaming over him from head to toe, sharp and considering, as if… putting him to memory. This new image of him. This fey version of him that Lance had been so smitten by in the brief moment they had to revel in it. “Well…” Keith watches as Lance’s posture shifts. As he pulls himself a little taller and straighter, shoulders rolling back and head cocking to the side. As his lips curl at one corner, forming that familiar, lopsided smirk, full of confidence and amusement. As the lines around his face smooth out, shifting back into that of a porcelain mask, stiff plaster giving nothing away. As his eyes harden, beautiful blue going cold and still as a frozen pond. Voice controlled. Lilted. Musical and joyful, but hollow all the same. Brimming with a power and authority kept carefully in check. “Let’s go make a deal with the devil.”

[jkdreams]

Incomplete List of OCs/Non-OCs that are so far removed from source material they count

*Temp/Working name for now

The Group that has TOO MANY JOBS Ichihara Ai *(壱原曖) EXeLD  Papaya HoneyPie (Underswap!Papyrus) Mayor BerryBlue (Underswap!Sans)

I Dreamed A Dream of Time Gone By Mackenzie Andrews Kinomoto Nanami ( 木之本 七生) Holly Winters *Ree Violet Rose

I’d Object but I’m busy being a Stereotype Wilfried Weilschmidt Sofia W. Reinhardt *Daniel D. Lyon Pappie Leon *Rongyi Lang

Wow There’s SO much fluff and brooding Ian Brooks (BE)  Desdamona Dolorosa Cecilia Verosimil Viola *Kenneth F. Jones LOMOG 

This is that attempt at RomCom  Ian Brooks (CE)  Marion Brooks   Allistor Brooks *Deidre Eolande Rosales *Vivaldi Eolande Rosales

Once Upon A Time Lord-King Cyro Eleanora Lana Radcliffe Ciro Radcliffe Eliza Kaltz Lucina Radcliffe Aaron Verosimil Viola

Supposedly Light and the Forces thereof are Good Bratumil Malach Mihangel Anteros Saraph Ingelbert *Luciel Haniel Agathengelus Jaeger Bahram Gottschalk

Benecia Danvers

Being Sneaky has never looked so Cool DeeDee Fey (Deana Fenton) Viriana Fenton Buddy Agreste Morcubus (Marcus Fenton) Madison Gray

They’ve got a Premise but no Real Plot (Sorry, guys) Duncan Palmer Vivian Palmer *Kaz Savile Allan Smith Keith Baird Victoria Baird Dixi Baird

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Arnold Schwarzenegger Shuts Down Troll For Mocking Special Olympics

Actor Arnold Schwarzenegger expertly schooled an internet troll who mocked athletes with intellectual disabilities at the Special Olympics World Winter Games.

The former California Governor praised those competing at the 2017 event in Austria via this heartwarming Facebook video Thursday:

“These guys inspire me!” the former governor of California captioned the clip. But, sadly, not everyone shared his view.

One person reacted by posting that the Special Olympics “make no sense.”

“The Olympics are for the best athletes in the entire world to compete against each other to determine who is best,” they wrote. “Having retards competing is doing the opposite.”

Schwarzenegger didn’t hold back with his response, which he called a “teachable moment”:

“As evil and stupid as this comment is, I’m not going to delete it or ban you (yet) because it’s a teachable moment. 

You have two possible paths ahead. Right now, I guarantee you that these athletes have more courage, compassion, brains and skill ― actually more of every positive human quality than you. 

So take their path ― you could learn from them, and try to challenge yourself, to give back, to add something to the world. Or you can stay on your path, and keep being a sad pitiful jealous Internet troll who adds nothing to the world but mocks anyone who does out of small-minded jealousy.

I know that all you really want is attention, so let me be clear. If you choose to keep going this way, no one will ever remember you.”

Both the troll’s comment and Schwarzenegger’s reply appear to have since been deleted. But not before Twitter users screen grabbed the exchange and used it to praise the action star:

One of the more pleasant revelations of recent months is that Arnold Schwarzenegger is a better man than anyone thought https://t.co/NkRFvYr5fa

— Keith Kahn-Harris (@KeithKahnHarris) March 25, 2017

Arnold Schwarzenegger's response to a troll on his Facebook page about the Special Olympics is perfect.

(pic via https://t.co/7ZmQecWxfO) pic.twitter.com/lL4FSzDTUL

— Amanda (@Pandamoanimum) March 25, 2017

Holy damn, Arnold is a damn savage. pic.twitter.com/wDtpQVha1q

— Jenny (@SteampunkMuppet) March 24, 2017

Another reason why I admire @Schwarzenegger. He knows how to CRUSH trolls. pic.twitter.com/R1m070HKwn

— Kyle O'Connor (@KyleThatKyle) March 24, 2017

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