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#Assassin Keith
vldsideblog · 4 months
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Unhinged and protective Keith Kogane my love. I want him to lose his absolute shit when someone he cares about is in danger. Like he’s not thinking critically anymore, he wants blood and his loved one wrapped safely in his arms.
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finrinrinfin · 11 months
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klance wip where Keith is Prince of Marmora and Lance (aka “Blue”) is the assassin sent to kill him but surprise! (gasp) they fall in love and hmm hmm hmm do you feel me? do you? are we on the same brainwave yet?
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discordiansamba · 3 months
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"Okay, show of hands. How many of us are half-human, half-Galra?"
A lot of hands go up, but surprisingly, not everyone's does. One version of himself, a Galra with red and purple markings wearing Blade armor just looks confused.
"Wait," he says, "-you guys are only half Galra?"
"See, I'm just completely human," one version of himself with gray eyes says, "-but I guess I was raised by Galra? So technically I'm still an alien."
"Wait," a puzzled version of himself wearing a more fantasy version of Blade armor tilts his head, "-what's an alien? I mean, I'm half Galra, but-"
"-actually yeah, same question," a version of himself with golden eyes wearing a cloak asks, "-what's an alien? also what's a Galra? I'm human also. By the way. Definitely human."
"That feels like a really obvious denial," another version of himself that's purple but is wearing more Altean style clothing says, "-also I'm half-Galra, half-Altean."
"I am also half-Galra, half-Altean," a version of himself that definitely looks a little too much like Lotor raises his hand.
"Half-human, Half-Altean," another version of himself wearing even fancier Altean clothing says.
"Full Altean," says another version of himself, "-it's a recent and complicated development. Don't ask."
"Y'all are aliens?" A version of himself that looks mostly human asks, arching a brow. "Huh. Guess that... might explain some stuff about me."
"You guys aren't Shifters?" A deeply confused version of himself asks. "Like? You can't change your shape? That's so weird."
"I can," one version of himself says, and demonstrates by turning themselves Galra in the blink of an eye, "-you mean y'all can't do this?"
"I wish I could do that," says an extremely tall, very Galra version of himself wearing Lotor's armor, "-but no."
"I'm... a lot of things," says a version of himself who does, in fact, look like a lot of things, "-but originally I was just half-human, half-Galra."
"...why do so many of you guys have aliens in your universe?" one version of himself asks, "-because I don't. I mean, I may be a genetically modified superhuman, but-"
"Actually being part-Galra would explain some stuff," a version of himself with visible Galra features says, "-I just thought the changes were because I'm infected with a zombie virus."
"Wait. What the fuck."
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anns-works · 1 year
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Lance: Whose turn is it to give the pep talk? Shiro, sighs: It's Pidge's turn. Pidge: Fuck shit up and don't die. Keith, wipes fake tear: So inspirational.
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icypantherwrites · 2 months
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New Fic: Screaming Your Name (But You Can't Hear Me)
Summary: They told Lance they didn’t want to do this to to him, but they couldn’t risk anyone ruining their plans to save the universe. And so here Lance was, literally locked in a tower by Voltron’s supposed new “allies,”  while they went off to assassinate Keith.
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Lance had writhed and tried to scream — getting one of the guard’s many hands thrown over his mouth — as he was carted away and deposited in this tower that was both impenetrable and horrifically overlooked the courtyard so Lance would see everything but was completely unable to do anything about it.
Already Lance could see Voltron lining up, Keith in position on his side while the king and his advisors assembled into formation across so they could meet in the middle to exchange the crowns.
And the moment Keith had a crown upon his head and the king safely back the sniper would fire and…
And…
Lance slammed his stinging palm against the thick glass as though this time would have somehow better luck than the previous hits and kicks.
All he got for his efforts was a renewed throb of pain in his hand.
He still did it.
He couldn't do anything else and Dios, Keith was going to be…
“Keith!” he screamed, pounding his fists on the glass. “Keith!”
Galrans were supposed to have superior hearing, right?
Keith had to hear him.
He had to.
Dios, he had to.
“Mullet!” he tried. “Keith! Stop!”
Because Keith was starting to walk forward to the center of the courtyard and Dios, no.
No no no no no.
“Keith!” it was practically a shriek. “Keith! Stop! Dios, stop!”
Keith did not stop.
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thebonerpit · 4 months
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After playing four huge new games in a row recently I wanted to jump back into a game I've already played, and I ended up on Assassin's Creed Valhalla. It kind of made me reflect a bit on how initially I was quite disappointed with this game but now it's really, really grown on me.
I'm a huge fan of the newer AC games but when Valhalla first came out it was a very distant third place in that trilogy. There are still some things that annoy me (being forced into open combat for so many encounters rather than being able to stealth) but I think what threw me off the most at first was coming into it after Odyssey which has SUCH different vibes.
Like, Origins to me is a really fun adventure/mystery story. It has some dark and serious elements but it also has Bayek who can be quick-witted and funny, it has the great Bayek/Aya romance, and it has the creation of the Hidden Ones which is SO cool. And then Odyssey is just pure joy imho. Alexios/Kassandra is a big old goober and they're so silly and I mean I guess it depends on the choices you make but it always makes me feel so fufilled and happy at the end when the family gets back together. It's heroic and light-hearted, has a lot of really goofy side missions, and even the world itself is bright and colourful and full of life.
Then you have Valhalla. Valhalla is DARK. It has this overarching sense of futility and inevitability, like your fate has been written and there's no escape. Eivor is stoic and brusque and violent and quite frankly a little unlikeable. A lot of the victories don't even feel like victories. They're tainted by loveable characters dying, friends betraying you, basically: winning but at what cost? Eivor often feels lost in their own story, being manipulated by people like Basim and Fulke and Alfred. They're also burdened with Odin's memories and end up having to leave everyone they know and love to deal with that.
But it also has these moments of searing beauty that make it into a wonderfully stirring experience, and I think it took me a while to realize that. I missed the joy of Odyssey so much I couldn't appreciate what Valhalla had to offer. I've been listening to the OST a lot and I think it captures that bittersweet vibe perfectly... the main theme alone is so haunting. Most of the England you explore is dirty and muddy and brown but every once in a while you are at the top of a hill and you see a beautiful sunrise light up the gold in the trees and it's breathtaking. That, to me, is what Valhalla excels at.
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some of the ideas for my Voltron (Klance centric because You Know What I Am) Dragon Prince AU!
there might be some changes to designs later, but I’m trying to bled stuff when possible and still make it read as what i want them to be, so yeah.
when assigning characters for this, I’m having a bit of a rough time because I have so many ideas that could work for different things but a lot of them have issues.
I could make Allura take Ezran’s role (she wouldn’t be him, a lot would be changed) OR i could make her take claudia’s role. I think both would be fun but I’m leaning more towards Allura in Ezran’s place for a couple of reasons that i can’t quite articulate, and also because I really REALLY want to have Lotor.
If I have Lotor, I think he would be really good in claudia’s role, not her because they are different characters but I think he would be a good fit for that role too. But then who would I make Viren? Should it be Haggar (viren has dark magic, she has her whole thing with quintessence)? And would I have a Soren or would I put Lotor’s generals instead? And who wouod Aavaros be?
And then come the other paladins: who would they be and how would they fit?
I already know that I absolutely NEED to have the other paladins in here to some extent because while this is a Klance centric AU, I want this to be like an actual AU and not just shoving Klance into some roles and calling it a day.
I could make Hunk that baker guy, but should I make his role bigger than it is in TDP? I have a few ideas on what I could do, but I am not a writer for a reason
And Pidge is someone I have a hard time placing. I have no idea where to put her in this. I could make up a role for her in this universe that has no parallel to anyone in TDP, but I’m not too sure.
And as for Shiro, I do want him to be important here. At least in the sense of the plot (that i have not figured out yet). Maybe he would be turned into a coin? And then the team would have to find him and free him somehow? I think that could work but again, I am NOT a writer for a reason.
Anyways, those are some of my 1:30 am ramblings over this AU that came to me in a dream a while ago, I am open to suggestions and ideas!!!
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literally just fucking look at all these blonde beauties i simp for-
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iconuk01 · 1 year
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I still have my copy of this! :)
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felixfathom · 1 year
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it's weird rambling about felix i feel like i haven't done that in years when it's been like a week at best
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mariocki · 2 years
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Moments (1974)
"I'm frightened."
"Frightened of what?"
"I don't know. That's why I'm frightened."
#moments#british cinema#the pemini organisation#1974#films i done watched#peter crane#michael sloan#keith michell#angharad rees#bill fraser#keith bell#jeanette sterke#donald hewlett#valerie minifie#paul michell#helena michell#john cameron#wolfgang suschitzky#the last gasp of the pemini organisation‚ before financial woes saw them disband. a brave project‚ without even the obvious genre trappings#of Assassin or Hunted; a strange‚ forlorn film about a broken man about to end his life and the woman who suddenly disturbs him. it's#beautifully shot (easily the best looking thing Pemini produced) and intelligently made‚ centred on two breathtaking performances from Rees#and Michell. the plot such as it is‚ is slight and relatively unimportant; really this is about the series of gradual revelations‚ about#these characters‚ about the truths and half truths and lies and fantasies they've constructed. the off season hotel and frequent flashbacks#to Michell's childhood both give a sense of uneasy ghostliness and call to mind the work of Dennis Potter. there's something here‚#something about the past as an unhelpful refuge; the future an uncertain outcome; the present an unreliable reality. the script doesn't#always match the brilliance of the ideas at play‚ nor the maturity of the performances. but there's something special here‚ and strange#and unnerving. is Michell working through something‚ to a breakthrough‚ or is he ruling something out? it's about finding peace i suppose#for better or worse; rightly or wrongly. a challenging‚ inconsistent but quite exceptional film. Pemini may not have existed for very long#and their footprint on British cinema was very shallow. but on the basis of the two features they made‚ we lost one of the most inventive#and mature voices in the uk film business the day they shut up shop
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waugh-bao · 2 years
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He'd have said he was getting too old for it, but no-one seemed to bloody care. 
Typical, really.
Or 
Charlie spends 58 years balancing two very demanding jobs, and two very demanding friends, with no retirement in sight.
Based on this:
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discordiansamba · 4 months
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Keith's father died when he was eight.
It became quickly apparent that none of his father's extended family wanted anything to do with him. Nobody ever said it to his face, but he definitely heard the whispers- he'd always had sharp ears.
They said he wasn't his father's son.
That had to be a lie, Keith knew. His dad loved him. Even when he got into a fight with another kid at school, he'd always just calmly listen to him. He got mad at him sometimes- like when he touched his mom's knife without permission, but that was just because he was worried he'd hurt himself. He could talk to him about anything, and at least with his dad, he wasn't the weird kid who kept breaking things.
Then his dad was gone, and that was all anyone ever believed about him. That he was weird- temperamental and aggressive, too prone to violence, like his fight or flight response was just a fight response. He was the discipline case. The problem child. No one expected him to be anything else, so he didn't try to be.
He met Takashi Shirogane at ten.
He was like him- a foster kid. But unlike Keith, people wanted Shiro. He felt like everything Keith wasn't- good natured and easy to get along with, bright with a promising future. They ended up in the same foster home together, and the difference between the two couldn't be clearer.
But for whatever reason, Shiro didn't see Keith the way everyone else saw him. He saw him more like his father had. He paid attention to him, often standing up for him- when he talked, Shiro would listen. He didn't care for his foster parents much, but Shiro... Shiro felt like a brother, almost.
But nothing good lasted forever. Shiro aged out of the system and went off to college, studying to be a pilot. Keith was left behind. He stuck it out for another few years, until he turned fifteen and just left. He found his way back to his old home, still standing out in the desert. He hung around there for a few weeks, before stumbling across something unexpected-
-a photograph of his mother.
He knew it had to be. She looked almost exactly like him. On the back of the photo there was a name and an address, written in unfamiliar hand. It was the first lead he'd had on her in years.
So what else could he do but go check it out?
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anns-works · 1 year
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Thomas, trying to teach the kids math: Keith has 19 bottles of soap and- James: Wait, why does Keith get to have so much soap? Keith, surrounded by bottles of soap: Mind your own business, James.
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cathedralstairs · 5 months
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computer music programming professor just stopped class for a second to tell us about the JFK assassination
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icypantherwrites · 14 days
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Fic Update: Here, Chapter Four
“He is planning something.”
Shiro was not the only one who turned to look at Coran, who was watching the monitor screen where Lance was now tipping the bowl of food goo and using two fingers to shovel it into his mouth, a heavy set to his face.
“He is planning something,” Coran repeated quietly, turning away from the screen. 
“What do you mean, Coran?” Allura frowned. 
“I felt it,” Coran’s hand lifted to press against his heart and Shiro’s eyes widened.
That’s right.
Coran had told him before that between his orange colored quintessence and the fact he was Altean he had the ability to read emotions.
And he…
He thought that…?
“He is still scared and confused,” Coran said, “make no mistake those are the forefront emotions he is projecting. But when I made mention that more food goo would be provided there was a flicker there. A flicker,” Coran’s expression was grim, “of not just focus but of killing intent.”
“An ambush,” Keith said bluntly, arms crossed.
Coran nodded. “I fear the same. He has made the realization that for food to be brought in a person will need to accompany it. And with that realization he has no doubt concluded therein lies his chance for not just to escape, but,” Coran swallowed, “to complete his mission.”
Which, given the events that occurred on Zlato, they could figure out what that was.
To kill them.
“He doesn’t have a weapon,” Pidge pointed out. 
“And there’s the cuffs,” Hunk added, even as his gaze flicked back and forth, hands nestled inside one another. “They’d, they’d stop him.”
“They will stall him,” Shiro said quietly. “But they won’t stop him.”
He knew that better than anyone.
He’d fought Lance three times now and all three times…
He’d lost.
Lance was beyond dangerous and despite the fact he had no real weapons at his disposal that would not stop him.  He was a trained assassin and if he had moved on from the mindset of being a trapped prisoner then it meant he was contemplating his mission and how to finish it. 
And that tenacity, Shiro knew, was not just from the conditioning. Lance didn’t give up and it was a trait the Galra had no doubt twisted for their own use. 
“So we don’t give him the chance,” Keith said. 
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Here Summary: [Third and final part to the Sniper trilogy] Voltron has rescued Lance but the person with them now is not the same boy they once knew. Even outside the Galrans’ influence Lance believes himself to be Sniper, an assassin to the Galra Empire with his final mission to eliminate Voltron. It’s going to be a long, difficult journey that they know won’t end even when Lance does remember them as then he’ll also remember all of the horrors he committed as Sniper and have to come to terms with what he did. But they do know they’ll be there for him every step of the way because Lance was gone, he’s been found and now he’s here, with his space family, to stay.
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