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Ring, a small bell tinkled, signaling the entrance of someone into the bar.
“We’re closed,” Lance called from behind the bar, rubbing it down with a cloth. Cream-colored towel smoothed alcohol stains off of the deep mahogany, and Lance stepped back for a moment to take a break and admire his work.
“Do I not get an exception?” a thick western accent drawled. Lance’s head snapped up, eyes wide.
“Keith,” he murmured. There he stood, just in front of the door, his whole outfit white and black save for his red boots. Lance loved those. They were proof that Keith could be sentimental, if anything.
“You shouldn’t be here,” Lance said into the silence. He couldn’t help but notice the contrast between his accent and Keith’s, the irony of him telling Keith to leave. “It’s not safe, Red.”
“Pfft.” Keith sidled up to the bar, a dangerous gleam in his deep purple eyes. Lance shuddered. “Since when has danger ever stopped me… or you, apparently?”
Lance froze, halfway turned to clean up the back wall. “Sorry, what do you mean?”
Keith reached over the bar to grab himself a bottle of whiskey and poured himself a glass, staring at it and swirling it under his palm, gaze now turned down to the drink instead of Lance.
“What would the people of this sweet ol’ town say if they knew that their kindly bartender was not just hangin’ round with the fearsome outlaw Red, but was an outlaw himself?” Keith quickly looked up to see Lance, expression flint, waiting for the other foot to drop. “Ain’t that right, Blueshot?”
BANG.
Keith stumbled back, hands scrabbling for purchase in his coats, but Lance hopped over the bar in a smooth motion and grabbed his collar. He quickly shoved Keith back to the wall, pressing his back to the dark blue paint. Keith’s hands came up.
“That,” Lance hissed, pointing to the hole in the wall next to Keith’s head. “Was a warning shot, got that? I’m living a fine life right now, alright sweet cheeks? Don’t need anyone screwin’ that up for me. We clear?”
They were barely an inch apart. Lance’s measures breath mingled with Keith’s fast panting, but despite Keith’s obvious distress Lance stayed stock still. Keith’s eyes snapped to the pearl-handled revolver in Lance’s left hand.
He’d shot that with his left hand.
“Fuck, fuck,” Keith huffed. “Yeah. We clear, Blue, just get off, Jesus Christ.”
Lance just hummed, looking down at Keith with an expression he’d never seen on the previously peaceful bartender.
“I dunno,” he purred. “I kind of like you like this.”
Keith’s jaw dropped, failing to form a coherent word.
After a far-too-long (short?) pause, Lance pushed away from him. The gun vanished somewhere at his side. Keith came away from the wall, collecting himself.
“So now what?” Keith demanded, rubbing at his collar.
“Now,” Lance said easily, rolling up his sleeves to clean up more. “Maybe I’ll let you come back if you keep it a goddamn secret. And maybe I’ll see you around more now that we got somethin’ in common. That is, if you don’t get caught.”
Keith looked down to his forearm. A blazing symbol was on his skin, right below his elbow, a… V, just like his own but in blue.
“Alright.”
“Now get out of the bar, Kogane.”
#secret identity cowboy outlaw Wild West klance??? I’m COOKIN w grease#whoever notices my favorite line to write I’ll high five bc… 👀 it’s good guys 👀#obsessed with Keith thinking he’s all that and getting his ass violently handed to him#i like my outlaws like i like my coffee#a strong front with a sweeter note#klance#lance mcclain#voltron#keith kogane#klance fic#klance fanfiction#lance voltron#vld#fanfiction#voltron fanfic#cowboy#western#wild west#bluemanfics
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Different anon. If I give you names you will give us thieves den correct? I tried to keep them mildly canon compliant.
Vinestaff - could keep it the same or vinestick, flowervine, vinefoot (because of the cursed arm thing), vinefur, flowerfur
Shuriken - Darktooth?? Greenfur?? I felt like he'd be a 'paw anyway cus he feels so young so maybe greenpaw or somewith with a sneak suffix
Slingshit - I just instictively typed bluefur. Sobbing rn. Anyway. Bluerock? Like she's blue and she shoot rocks?? Silvershot? Would shot be an acceptable suffic cus that makes this wayyyy easier. Silversilk... mmm
Katana - ...Scarface? Steal it from brightheart and pull a lostface? Shadowface? Or maybe the lost temple influence brightfur, sunbeam, glowclaw? Or cleanfur maybe cus he's cleaning the world of corruption.
Does slingshit or katana get star as their suffix? (Btw going with flowerfur, greenpaw, blueshot, and glowclaw.)
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BLUES: SONG OF THE AY
THE ARTIST IS: BLUESHOT
THE SONG IS: “DRIVE ME CRAZY “
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fermer les volets et ne plus changer l'eau des fleurs... . #blueshot #bluepics #galleria_of_grace #pure_ambience #the_mirror_of_our_souls #batpixs_lostplaces #urbex_utopia #urbexexplorer #welcometoneverland #beautyindecay #anonymousbando #decay_explorers #decay_nation #fadedbeautyindecay #zone_of_decay #urbanvibesabandoned #the_urbex_institute #bando_in_details #_beautiful_urbex_places #urbaninterzone #meritocratia #made_in_decay #World_wide_urbex #gallery_of_dark_arts #the_darkness_in_beauty #darkmoodphotography #renegade_dark #darknessandlight #uh_details https://www.instagram.com/p/CSMcRTxoKTE/?utm_medium=tumblr
#blueshot#bluepics#galleria_of_grace#pure_ambience#the_mirror_of_our_souls#batpixs_lostplaces#urbex_utopia#urbexexplorer#welcometoneverland#beautyindecay#anonymousbando#decay_explorers#decay_nation#fadedbeautyindecay#zone_of_decay#urbanvibesabandoned#the_urbex_institute#bando_in_details#_beautiful_urbex_places#urbaninterzone#meritocratia#made_in_decay#world_wide_urbex#gallery_of_dark_arts#the_darkness_in_beauty#darkmoodphotography#renegade_dark#darknessandlight#uh_details
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2019 is about to end ! Right? @puja_manna 🌻❤️ . . #macroshot #macro #macrophotography #blueeyes #blueeyedgirl #blue #blueshot #kolkata_chitrography #bong_chitrography #bengali #bengaligirl #calcutta #kolkatasutra #kolkatadiaries #kolkatafashionblogger #bloggerstyle #calcutta_igers #world #worldphotography #worldphotographersclub #photooftheday #macrolove #macro_vision #macroworld #eyeshotmag #in_kolkata (at KOLKATA) https://www.instagram.com/p/B6OP2yFnqwZ/?igshid=1qfesi30xl9xb
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I’m writing!
“What is she doing?” The younger man tried and failed to keep the worry from his voice.
Lucius looked at him sidelong before baring his teeth in a grin just the right side of feral. He lightened his tone until it was as close to demure as it ever got.
“Ask her yourself.”
Hermione had overheard him. The ghost of her answering smile caused his stomach to lurch in the way that Lucius, after spending six years in her company, no longer pretended meant nothing.
He fancied Hermione Granger, brilliant enigma twenty-five years his junior, and refused to feel any shame about it whatsoever. Theirs had been a tumultuous and often tense working relationship, but somewhere between Ministers two and three, diverting international embarrassments, and suffering endless briefings that could have been owls, Lucius realized that he wanted her.
Quite badly, in fact.
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Steve Rogers Faves
Steve Rogers x Reader
Livestream by marvelinsanity
The Newest Addition by winterbuckybear
Vigilante by invisibleanonymousmonsters
Smile by justsomebucky
locked out by kayteewritessteve
Tear In My Heart by prettyyoungtragedy
We Need To talk by wxntersoldiers
My Best Friends Brother by wintercaptn
Puppies and Patriots by oneshot-twoshot-redshot-blueshot
Pushing Buttons by 4theluvofall
Who’s Your Daddy? by mattmurdocksgirl
Mine by imagine-assembling-the-avengers
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TThere's no stopping it once it started, here's blueshot's design (Yes he's a former kittypet, had to get that accessory somehow.)
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Time for the last queen, Catherine Parr.
What I forgot to mention, I wanted to make their uniforms look differently, but not to make the differnce big. So, buttons on their pockets are different colours.
- Occupation: Bookshop keeper (Civil), Werewolf Hunter (at night)
- Single, in love with Jane
- Heavily sleep-deprived and coffee-addicted
- Will find a way to sneak some coffee in her Hunter suit
- Read pretty much every single book she sells
- Recommends recipe books to Jane, to impress her,
- But can’t cook or bake anything more complicated to save her life
- Got caught up in one operation as a teenager and had to join them
- Dated Thomas Seymour, never found out he was a werewolf (okay, it did click later)
- Got pregnant, had Maria, never heard of or from Thomas again
- Wasn’t sad when heard he’s dead
- Freaked out the first time Maria changed into a small, adorable pup
- Keeps her hidden, makes sure she’s asleep before she heads out for the night
- Feels extremely guilty about this, as well as killing werewolves now
- Was relieved after finding out Jane’s a werewolf, so she didn’t have to raise her little Maria alone
- Henry did try to hit on her, but she was too focused on her daughter, at the time
- Weapon: Spear(For quiet operations), a sniper gun (when they can afford to be loud)
- Codenames: Blueshot (sniper gun), Bluespike(spear, that’s on her, she let Anna choose it), Blue (by her Team)
- Nicknames: Cathy (everyone, to tell her apart from Catherine)
And yes, I know that her daughter name’s is Mary, but I needed something to tell them apart.
Next up will be Mary and Elizabeth. I decided to post kids in pairs.
Links to the rest:
Catherine of Aragon: https://lisananao22.tumblr.com/post/623996830116675584/okayy-so-first-off-forgive-my-art-i-dont-do
Anne Boleyn: https://lisananao22.tumblr.com/post/624178199247699968/now-time-for-anne-boleyn-and-yes-i-cant-draw?is_related_post=1
Jane Seymour: https://lisananao22.tumblr.com/post/624265122957934592/janes-up-im-not-proud-about-proportions-on-this
Anna of Cleves: https://lisananao22.tumblr.com/post/624345896942993408/ok-time-for-anna-of-cleves-if-the-picture-looks
Katherine Howard: https://lisananao22.tumblr.com/post/624431040260374528/timer-for-katherine-howard-here-we-have-her
Mary and Elizabeth: https://lisananao22.tumblr.com/post/626890796253265920/so-after-drawing-and-posting-the-six-queen-i
Edward and Maria: https://lisananao22.tumblr.com/post/627076090103578624/time-for-last-designs-edward-seymour-and-maria
#six#catherine of aragon#anne boleyn#jane seymour#anne of cleves#catherine howard#catherine parr#jane seymour x catherine parr#werewolves and hunters AU#parrmour
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#viên_tẩy_bồn_cầu_loại_nào_tốt
#gift
#vim
#hando
#denkmit
#blueshot
#sumo
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Blue
The canvas stayed blue. Every drop of thick acrylic paint I poured in just got blended into deep endless blueth. The trees I painted had blue canopies, their barks shed and glistened in the ground like burned blue carbon shreds. I stared into the countless blue stricken irises that looked back from the bushes. I wanted to paint sunflowers, dandelions and carnations in yellow and orange and red. But my brush didn't seem to tell them apart. Say who would paint a sunflower blue? No matter how much I tried to trace every flower just as much different as each of them were, my crooked paintbrush stroked the bluest hues over them. Exasperated, I stopped making shapes, I didn't care, I stopped striving to carve out the fine lines on a dandelion flag or making that little smudged notch inside the rose petal. I let the crazy brush have it's way. My throat burned and I tried to drink from the blue lakes on my canvas. Blue jays shot out from my brain. Every butterfly that made into my brain through my eyes, transformed in to a blueshot tint where every eyelash lost in my eyes lay in a crumpling heap. The white of eyes were blue. My skin was a poisonous blue. My nailes , a sickening blue. My heart was a bluest blue. Still my brush kept lashing out blue paint, hungrier than ever. It broke a blue ink bottle my dad got me in second grade. It squeezed the blue dye out of my periwinkle prom dress. It dipped into the swirls of the fish pot beside my window, killing the fishes. I stood looking into their eyes, a dead open blue. I gave in to my brushes. They drew fresh blue blood out of me. They patterned around me. I oozed out the blues out of everyone and everything I found ,for my greedy brush. One day when I woke up, it had dyed my hair blue which fell in locks around my wide eyelids. I smoked blue weed. Blue clouds stuffed me in. Starved of blue juices my nerves hurt. I went berserk for new blues. I was bare, naked in my blueness. Finally I broke into my books which were lurking out of sight, fearful of surrendering their blue leafs. I ruffled through them, eager with my brush hung in midair and then my fingers hurt on a page. I squinted down it, struggling with a hundred hooves pounding on rising blue earth. In there a line shone out bright red. 'I love you. ' , it said. I looked down to my fingers, scarlet pimpernals bloomed from them.
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Lonely teen . #street #streetphotography #streetmood #streetpics #streetshots #tag #graffiti #graffitiphotography #streetart #graffitiart #underthebridge #bridgephotography #stairs #boystyle #teenmood #teenstyle #blueshots #streetphotographers_art #rxspawnshots #uh_blue (à Limoges, France) https://www.instagram.com/p/CJRJPtLAFHI/?utm_medium=tumblr
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