#five!lance makes his love known in violent ways

[ashkazora]

Someone: Why are you so hateful and angry all the time? Five!Lance: FUCK YOU! I AM FILLED WITH LOVE AND WAS A PLEASURE TO HAVE IN CLASS, YOU DUMBASS BITCH PIECE OF SHIT!!!

Shiro: h-

Five!Lance: I WILL BURN A THOUSAND CIVILISATIONS FOR YOU! I WOULD FUCKING DIE FOR ANY OF YOU. I LOVE YOU DUMB BUTCH, ILL NEVER STOP LOVING YOU BITCH

Shiro: I’m disturbed, yet oddly... thankful?

#five!lance makes his love known in violent ways #it’s endearing over time <333 #this ask is so accurate LMAOOOOO #ty anon for sending this!!! I love it aha #vld #ask #anon #five!lance au

[artzychic27]

In honor of the glorious pride month (Coming up soon), please enjoy these Miraculous Pride Headcanons!

Inspired by this post by @transvoltronhc

You a TERF? Fuck off, beeyatch!

Marinette- The Pan Trans Queen we all Need 🏳️‍⚧️

She/Her- Pansexual/Polyamorous

Every time Marinette inhales, a terf gets punched

Every time Marinette exhales, a trans kid gets a flag

She and Nathaniel supply the face paint

She’s very vocal at pride and gets super violent with protesters

Marinette: *Punching protester while her friends cheer* I don’t wanna see your disgusting face here ever again, you filthy pig! Same goes for the rest of you!

Terfs go to protest, walk away covered in bruises and with a tiny crush on the bluenette

Got into a muscle-flexing contest and won first

Dyed her hair the colors of the pan flag and walks around with a brightly colored, bedazzled trans flag cape

Supplies juice boxes and cookies for the pride kids

She and Marc pass out colorful binders, flower crowns, and starter makeup kits

Drag Queens and Kings LOVE her and are always giving her hugs whenever she walks by / She’s even been commissioned by them to make outfits for their next shows. The audience loved them

Alya- The Badass Pansexual Pirate 🏴‍☠️

She/Her but is not opposed to They/Them

Actually has dressed like a pirate with a sword the colors of her flag. Anarka was so proud

Will punch TERFs with their Pan bestie any day

Ships random people

Leaves many girls swooning as she walks by in her thigh high leather boots

Alya: Sorry ladies, I’m spoken for. *Kisses Nino*

No one dares to flirt with her because she’s out of everyone’s league

One protester made a transphobic comment about Nino, and Alya immediately hit em with a frying Pan

The chaotic aunt of pride

Death drops are flawless!

Hands out phone cases they painted the colors of different pride flags

Born This Way is her anthem

Has many pride-themed superhero tank-tops ‘Super Gay 4 Super Girl’ ‘I’m Bi Man’ ‘Deadpool was at Stonewall’

Nino- The Insanely Cool Bi Trans Guy 😎🏳️‍⚧️

He/Him

Marinette made him a bedazzled cape so they could match

Mari and Kim’s brother in Transness

Dresses in hoodies no matter how hot it is

One of the mom friends. / Everyone wants to be adopted by him. / He once put everyone on baby leashes so they wouldn’t wander off

Everyone refers to him as “Trans DJ Jesus” because he wore sandals with a long curly wig one time. (To this day, no one knows why he did it)

Takes a five-minute break to Vogue with the drag queens

Supplies the music while skateboarding. He blasts every gay national anthem known to humankind

Alya, Adrien, Marinette, and Kim are very protective of him. Once, a TERF pushed him to the ground. Alya, Marinette, and Kim beat up the TERF while Adrien treated his friend to some ice cream

Adrien- Shit! We lost the baby! 🏳️‍🌈😱

He/Him & She/Her- Bigender/Bisexual/Polyamorous

Can’t stop, won’t stop wandering off because he’s never been to a Pride parade before

He was surprised at how accepting his father was. Although, it probably had something to do with Nathalie and Gorilla threatening to expose him as Hawkmoth if he didn’t let Adrien go

The class goes ballistic whenever she goes missing and will interrogate anyone

Myléne: *Interrogating a drag queen* Are you hiding him in your wig?! / Marinette: Get her out! She’s so frail! Her dad doesn’t feed her! / Nino: Found him! He was getting ice cream. / Myléne: ... You are free to go.

Nino has to put him on a baby leash every time

Drinks the most juice boxes and eats the most ice cream

Can’t tell when he’s being flirted with / Rando: Hey, cutie. / Adrien: ... My name is Adrien.

Bigender legwarmers, bracelets, and headbands

Dresses in pastels every year, and people just wanna hug him / He's happy to oblige and will hug anyone / Vows to hug the hate out of protesters

Every time Adrien smiles or laughs, a transgender child is accepted by friends and family and then gets a flower crown

Keeps getting asked if she and Marinette are dating. / Adrien: No, we’re just shopping buddies. (Secretly wishes for more)

A girl once asked if he was Cinderella when he wore a blue headband, and he immediately said yes. Now every week for Pride month, she dresses as a different Disney Princess

Nearly fainted when Marinette and Luka entered a flexing contest and Luka’s sleeves tore

Kim- Mari and Nino’s Bi brother in Trans Pride🏳️‍⚧️

He/Him & They/Them- Gender nonconforming

Kim: I’m a guy, I like blouses and heels, deal with it, people!

Kim/Mari/Nino: Bedazzled Cape Squad!

Muscle shirts and converse sneakers / Has a tank top that reads, ‘I flexed so hard the sleeves came off’

Got into a muscle-flexing contest against Luka and Marinette and got third place (No one beats Marinette)

Also can’t tell when they’re being flirted with

Alix and Max convinced him to dress in drag, and he went all out. Now he has the respect of many drag queens. And every pride parade, he wears heels and a huge wig

Gives everyone (Mainly Max) piggyback rides

Asked Max to be his boyfriend at one pride parade, and people thought it was so cute! They named that day, ‘Kimax Day’

Max- Not a Robot, I’m Agender 🤖

They/Them

Has many pride tank-tops and pins with puns / ‘Error 404 Gender Not Found’ ‘I Don’t Speak Binary Code’ ‘2/3 of the Invisible Trio’

Has Marinette paint their cheeks the colors of the agender and asexual flags

Has one of those digital backpacks with pixelated images on the front

Downloads Pride songs for Markov to blasts from their speakers

When they and Alix convinced Kim to dress in drag, Max may or may not have drooled a bit

Progress Pride Flag cape, socks, and nails

When protestors attack, Max goes all LGBT scientist on their butts, explaining the difference between gender and sex, what hormone blockers actually do, and how not every gay person has AIDS

Once beat up a sleazy protester for... Feeling Kim down there / Max: *Hitting protester with a baseball bat* If you ever do that again, I will fit Markov with a laser and have them slice your rotten dick off!

Marinette and Nathaniel helped them make pride bracelets with the sexualities and gender identities written in binary code. The pride nerds LOVED them

Nathaniel: Our Beautiful BiRomantic Son 🎨

He/Him

He and Marinette paint everyone’s faces before every pride parade

Painted an asexual heart on his Bi flag and wore it as a cape

Cuffed jeans, boots, tucked-in shirt, beanie, pride buttons / Paints pride flags on his denim jacket and shorts

Marc does his makeup, and he looks fabulous

His grandma teaches him how to fight in case of violent Christian protesters / Grandma: Sweetie, you’re Jewish and Bisexual, the world is gonna tear you apart. Learn how to give a mean left hook.

Once took over a face painting booth, now he does it every Pride Month

Enters the 'Crush a watermelon between your thighs' contest every time and always wins first

Saw couples cosplaying as Mightillustrator and Inverser, and cried tears of joy

He and Marc cosplay as couples at every pride parade. The fan favorites are Keith and Lance, Tweek and Craig, and Michael and Rich

CANNOT have too much sugar or he goes crazy and wakes up with no memories of what he did

The next day after an intense sugar high, people were saluting as he walked by and calling him ‘General of the Bisexual Battalion’ / He’s not complaining or questioning it / He has an army now and will one day take over all of Europe. Then the world.

Marc: The Rainbow Flag has Taken a Human Form🏳️‍🌈

Nonbinary- He/Him & They/Them

A True Pride Legend

Born on June 1st at a pride parade.

A singer helped deliver him, his cord was cut by a sword Lesbian, he was swaddled in a drag queen’s glitter cape, and their name was thought of by a drag king

This moment was so beautiful that many protesters cried and decided to join the parade

Everyone will literally stop what they’re doing just to get a picture with them / Everyone loves Marc!

Got into a splits contest and won

Makes flower crowns and knits rainbow flag scarves to pass out to everyone

Certified Mom Friend

Does everyone's makeup

Loses his shit when his shorter friends get lost in crowds

Hugs pride kids who were forced to sneak out or were kicked out of their homes then buys them ice cream / He and Nathaniel have adopted over fifty Pride kids who were kicked out of their homes

Joins Adrien in dressing like a Disney Princess. He SLAYED as Snow White

It may not seem like it, but Marc can throw a punch and fight with one hand right behind their back

Beat up a transphobic asshole for trying to “correct” a trans boy by forcing himself onto him. / They never did find the man’s body. In fact, all of his personal information was gone. Almost like he had never even existed... / Marc looks cute, but he can be terrifying when he needs to be

Alix: Two Out of 3 💚💜🖤🤍

She/Her & They/Them

Leaves many girls swooning as they skate by

Devious little shit

She doesn’t beat up protesters like her classmates. She pranks them until they cry / One year, they all ended up covered in rainbow glitter and pink feathers / Adrien and Rose help them make glitter bombs to throw at protesters, then they run away giggling

Wears sarcastic Pride shirts and black shorts with her roller skates

She and Jalil come out to their father every June

Alix: Father. I am AroAce! / Jalil: Also, I am gay! / Alim: Kids, I know. You’ve been doing this every year. / Jalil: Well... Thank you for being an ally!

This is the only time she’ll wear makeup / She wears it like war paint. Only it’s rainbow

Drinks the most juice out of everyone

Ships people with Alya. SHIPPING BUDS!

Myléne: Smol Asexual Bean ♠️

She/Her

Goes all out for Pride Month / Rolls around in glitter with Rose and Sabrina before every parade

Dyes her hair all rainbow / Wears a ‘Shakespeare was Here’ shirt with her asexual flag skirt

Has also beaten up homophobes and transphobes

Is the most vocal when it comes to putting those assholes in their place. Ivan has to hold her back sometimes

After an acephobe after they made certain comments (You ace folk know what I’m talkin ‘bout) She roundhouse kicked them / Every protester knows not to mess with the bohemian girl

Will blast The PROM soundtrack at max volume from her phone

Cosplays as musical characters. Veronica Sawyer was a fan favorite

Part of the “Where the Hell is Adrien?” Squad

Ivan: My Girlfriend is Stronger than Me, and it’s So Hot 💪😍

Prefers He/Him but is cool with other pronouns - Questioning his gender so isn’t using any labels right now

The responsible auncle

Mari and Alya’s partner in Pansexuality/ He can’t help if everyone is attractive, he just can’t!

Looks like he can kill you, but is actually a cinnamon role. Myléne on the other hand...

Has let Marc do their makeup and nails, and looks gorgeous!

Did drag. Slayed. Rocks those three-inch heels.

Tank tops and shorts club

Like Marinette, no one dares to flirt with him. Not because he’s out of their league, but because they’re scared of his girlfriend

Dyes his blonde tuft pastel pink every year

More pacifistic than her friends are when it comes to protesters, but if the right buttons are pressed, hell shall be raised

They join Alya and Alix in shipping random people

Rose: The Lovely Lipstick Lesbian💄

She/Her- Breaking lesbian stereotypes est. 2004

The kind aunt who supports all of her niblings

Has been going to pride with her dads since she was born/ One of her dads is a retired drag queen

Wears her rainbow fairy wings every year

Has a lesbian flag with dozens of girls' phone numbers written on it. / Doesn’t wear it anymore now that she has Juleka

Throws fistfuls of glitter at protesters and yells at them, “LIGHTEN UP!”

Sprinkles glitter on pride kids and tells them to sparkle

Marinette helps her make rainbow unicorn plushies to hand out to children every year

Dresses as Disney Princesses with Adrien and Marc. Princess Squad!

Bakes cookies to pass around

Drag Kings and Queens love this girl! She’s cute, loud, and carries glitter everywhere

Butch lesbians learn not to flirt with her after their encounter with Juleka

To piss of protesters, she dipped Juleka and kissed her for ten whole seconds / Rose: I bet your husbands don’t love you like that. / Drag Queens: BUUUUUURN!

Juleka: The Gay Witch 🖤🏳️‍🌈

She/Her & They/Them - Total lesbian

Was there when Marc was born, and will never forget that day. (She has an impressive memory, even as a baby)

They swore they saw a rainbow when he was born

Dresses as a witch and wears red eye contacts to every pride event so she freaks out protesters

Has actually cursed them / They just bought the spellbook off of Amazon

Carries around a rainbow parasol

Carries Rose under every threshold she comes across

Is a lot louder at pride events than on regular days

She actually sang Girls Like Girls up on stage, and everyone went wild

Sometimes wears suits

When they saw Rose being flirted with by some butch lesbians, they went ballistic / Now the butch lesbians are terrified of her forever

She and Luka help out with painting her friends’ nails and dying their hair

Dyes her hair rainbow every pride month

Luka: The Responsible Hot & Chaotic Auncle 💖💚💙

Agender- They/Them, He/Him, She/Her - Polysexual/Polyamorous

“For me, gender is like silence... I’m just not into it.”

Doesn’t really care what pronouns people use for him

Wears dresses to every pride parade. Anarka and Juleka have never been so proud

Is always doing drag cosplay. Marc and Nathaniel have never been so proud / They had people gawking when they did Jessica Rabbit cosplay

Purposely bends over in front of people, while wearing leggings, skirts, skinny jeans, or short shorts. Marinette, Kagami, and Adrien got nosebleeds

Marinette/Kagami/Adrien: Luka's ass in those shorts is a Godsend.

Dyes her hair rainbow every pride parade

The minute June starts, they’ll get up in the morning, grab their Polysexual flag, and just run around the city

Has been coming up with Pride songs to sing at protesters. Many of the songs insult them. / Luka: Okay! This one goes out to the trash behind barriers, it’s called, “Please shut the fuck up, you homophobic dildos!”

Got into a flexing contest and won second, but at the cost of their sequined sleeves

Asked Adrien, Marinette, and Kagami to be his significant others at a pride event. They all said yes

Has carried Adrien and Marinette on her biceps, and Kagami on her shoulders

Adrien: ... I marrying them first. / Marinette: Get in the back of the line, blonde wonder! / Kagami: Both of you move to the back.

Kagami: While You Were Busy Being Hetero, I Studied the Blade 🗡

She/Her - PanRomantic/Polyamorous

Surprisingly, her mother was very supportive. She even bought Kagami a rainbow sword / Turns out, Tamoe had a few flings herself. 😉

Kagami came out to the whole fencing team by wearing a pansexual-flag print fencing mask. Adrien squealed all through practice

She didn’t quite understand what polyamory meant and was confused as to why she had crushes on Adrien, Marinette, and Luka at the same time

After a bit of explaining and reassuring her that it was totally normal and not being disloyal to a partner, Kagami came to terms with being polyamorous

Tamoe allowed Kagami to go to her first Pride Parade. On the condition that she take her sword to ward off protesters

She was so overwhelmed and wasn’t entirely sure what to do until she found Marinette, Luka, and Adrien in the crowd with their friends

The four of them hung out together and got closer

Believes Adrien in pastels is one of the purest things on Earth

When Marinette and Luka entered the flexing contest, Kagami had to keep Adrien and herself from fainting

When Luka asked her, Marinette, and Adrien to be his significant others she tried to resist the urge to jump and squeal, but couldn’t hold it in

Likes it when Marinette wraps her trans flag around her. It’s so warm

Chased off a protester and TERF with her sword. They said some shit about Marinette being ‘fake’, Luka being ‘greedy’, and Adrien being a ‘pansy’, and she just snapped / While screaming in rapid Japanese, she chased about fifty protesters away. Her SOs were so proud.

Sabrina: The Ginger Gent 👑🏳️‍🌈

She/Her, He/Him in Drag- PanRomantic

Rolls around in glitter, as is a Drag tradition

Dresses in drag. / The Ginger Gent is her drag king name and she’s got like a glam rocker theme going on

Sequined leather jacket, coiffed toupee, glitter makeup

Started doing drag when she was twelve. Her dad supported her wholeheartedly and even entered her in junior drag contests. She took first place three times

Sometimes puts on private drag shows for Chloé. (Nothing weird!)

Marinette helps makes most of her costumes

Luka’s partner in Drag / Together, they kick ass and still look glamorous

A makeup expert (Next to Marc)

Roger taught her self defense / If you're going to Pride, learn to fight

Has taken down thirty protesters, his hair still looks awesome, and there's not a sequin out of place.

Chloé: The Badass Polysexual Demigirl 💖💚💙

She/Her and They/Them

Not really that attracted to guys

Best dressed. / Marc/Luka/Sabrina: She wishes!

Only allows Marc to do their makeup, no one else!

She has her own float in the parade / She passes out rainbow boas

Taking names and kicking butt

Has actually choked a protester with their flag and they don't do a thing about it since they're the mayor's child

Chloe: It pays to have political power. / Marinette: In this situation.

Doesn't tell people, but they came to Marinette, Nino, and Kim about gender stuff when they were questioning their identity

The day was spent teaching Chloe about the trans spectrum until she found the gender that felt right to her

Whenever Chloe gets excited, she makes out with the first girl she comes across. / Many young female protesters started questioning things when the blonde's lips grazed against theirs'

#miraculous ladybug #lgbt headcanons #everyone is gay #happy pride 🌈 #love is love #nathaniel x marc #rose x juleka #marinette x adrien x luka x kagami #kim x max #trans Kim #trans Nino #trans Marinette #brotp #lukadrinette #lukadrigaminette #lgbt pride #lgbtq #lesbian #gay #bisexual #transgender #pansexual #asexual #nonbinary #Aromantic #akuma class #polyamory

[dreamsmp-au-ideas]

More Fire Emblem AU

So next house is The Blue Anteaters, where those from The L’Manberg Alliance reside!

The L’Manberg alliance is the youngest nation of the three, the second nation to secede from The SMP after The Badlands. L’Manberg fought a bloody war over it but victory was achieved. L’Manberg has no king or emperor and is instead ruled by a council of noble families, with one noble representing each family. The Soot Representative has traditionally been considered the main leader. Well, he was until tragedy struck the Soot Family. With a power vacuum currently in the alliance, infighting in the council has increased to an all time high. L’Manberg will need a strong and charismatic leader if it wants to survive. The Anteater is considered adaptive in the alliance and as such was chosen as the symbol. This years students in The Blue Anteaters are

Wilbur- Wilbur Soot is set to be the next leader of L’Manberg. He’s considered charming and friendly by most but those who have known him for a long time can see that something has changed since The Tragedy. The Tragedy involved Wilbur’s entire family being killed, along with many of his guards and servants. It happened when his family was traveling to meet foreign nobles. The family decided to stay in Eret’s family’s territory but while they were there disaster struck. The official story is that a gang of thieves found out where The Soots were staying and killed everyone there. However, most citizens believe that this is to cover up Eret’s family and even most of the nobles believe they had something to do with it. As a result of this, Wilbur is highly paranoid and doesn’t trust easily. He’ll be friendly to you sure, but that doesn’t mean he trusts you. He’s also developed a more violent streak and has many nightmares about his family dying. He’s very good at hiding most of this under a smile and a wave. All it would take is a little pressure for him to crack... Wilbur has a strength in authority, axes, and swords. He has a weakness in riding. He has a crest

Tommy- The ever energetic and loyal retainer to Wilbur. Tommy’s family has a tradition of serving the Soot family. Tommy’s older brother(probably one of The Business Bay boys, but idk who they are. I’ve just heard about them) was Wilbur’s retainer but he was unfortunately killed in The Tragedy. Tommy was very quickly trained to be his replacement and shipped off to Wilbur. While the two were intially hostile to each other, due to the age difference and both feeling mournful over their losses, the two eventually became less like retainer and lord and more like brothers. Despite Tommy being the one who’s supposed to protect Wilbur, it goes the other way around just as often. Tommy is desperate to prove that he’s just as good of a retainer as his big brother was. He struggles at times with a short temper and having a tendency to let his emotions get the better of him. He’s recently made a new friend in Tubbo, who he’s become very attached to, which makes Wilbur happy because Tommy finally has a friend his age. Even if he won’t admit it and will just call the other clingy. Tommy is very loyal to his nation and especially Wilbur and would never turn against him. He has been worried about him as of late. He’s waking up screaming in the night more often than Tommy likes. Tommy has strengths in swords and authority. He has a weakness in bows and heavy armor. He’s your classic glass canon, high offense but low defense. He has no crest

Eret- Eret’s life has been...rough these past few years to say the least. With his family being accused and though of by most to have killed the Soot Family, he’s used to whispers of traitor behind his back. He’s basically a commoner in all but name after his family was taken off of the council. However, Wilbur was suprisingly the one to provide Eret with the funds to go to the monastery, under the condition that he keep it a secret. Eret is here to clear his family’s name, even if he is a bit of an outcast among his classmates. He does eventually make some friends, such as Fundy and Niki. Eret is looking for a chance to prove his loyalty. He has a strength in faith, bows, and riding. Weakness in axes and heavy armor. He has a crest

Fundy- Fundy is a commoner from a small village somewhere in L’Manberg. At least, that’s what he claims. Fundy is actually a forest spirit who longed to see the human world. After sneaking out of the woods and saving enough money, Fundy is at The Monastery. Fundy can transform into a kitsune like beast using his beast stone. He rarely does this and prefers to rely on his own strength in order to blend it. While he tries not to get to close to his classmates due to him living longer than they will, he accidentally does anyway. Fundy is very creative and has learned to make patterns with magic. After completing his paralogue, Fundy can use his kitsune form in battle. Fundy has a strength in bows and reason (wind). He has a weakness in flying and faith. He has no crest

Niki- Niki actually is a commoner who lived in a small village. One day her village was attacked by thieves, but then the knights came and saved them. Ever since then, Niki wants to help people like the knights did for her. She actually meets one of those knights when she arrives at The Monastery, the now retired Philza. Niki saved up enough money by baking and her village helped her out a little. Niki is determined to become a knight so that she can protect her village. Niki is very kind and sometimes has a problem with making her voice loud enough for other to hear. She has high morals. She’s friends with Puffy, Jack, and Fundy. Her and Jack have started a prank war on Tommy due to the fact that they tried to prank him once and it didn’t work. Their other prank attempts have also not worked and Tommy’s not even aware they are doing this to him. She’s also close to Wilbur, which is a surprise to her considering her social class. Niki has strengths in lances and flying. She has a weakness in heavy armor. She’s a Pegasus knight basically. She has no crest

Jack Manifold- The Manifold family was the family sent in to replace Eret’a family. As such, Jack is set to be apart of the council once he graduates. However, he kinda doesn’t want to. Jack wants to become a mercenary and travel Carmine and beyond in order to see what’s out there. He has siblings but his parents his high expectations of him. As a result of this, Jack is a bit of a slacker in school. He’d much rather train than do bookwork, unless it’s geography related. Jack has become partners in crime with Niki. He has a strength in brawling and swords and a weakness in reason. He has a crest.

If Karl chooses to teach The Blue Anteaters, he helps them win the war against SMP. He also snaps Wilbur out of it when he loses it during the five year time skip. Basically it’s the therapy route for Wilbur, hooray! Also HEGEMON DREAM HOLY CRAP

Also Tubbo and Tommy have a paralogue together in this route. If Karl doesn’t do it, the Tommy dies during the five year time skip. If Karl does do it, Tommy is thought to have died helping Wilbur escape his execution (which does not help Wilbur’s mental state at all) before arriving during battle with a small group of defectors from Tubbo’s territory.

Tommy can recuriet Tubbo during battle if they have done their B-level support, even if Karl didn’t recuriet Tubbo. If not, Karl has to recuriet him before the timeskip and then convince Tubbo to come to L’Manberg’s side during battle. Or you can have Tommy murder Tubbo because extra dialogue and we Three Houses players thrive on angst.

Help, I need some ideas for Bad’s house I’m struggling

Oh god. I love Dream’s side of things but at the same time, I love Wilbur’s side of things. Fuck. This is why I don’t do well in choice-based games. It stressful. Oh god.

I love all these characters and I love Eret’s backstory especially. I love that a lot. I love it so much.

Also, ouch! Tommy dying if Tubbo isn’t with him? Oh no. That hurts. Oh d e a r.

As for Bad, uh. Okay. So I’m not sure what to think of but maybe something with the fact that they are neutral with the Church? I’m not sure.

#dream smp #dream smp au #smp three houses au #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #eret #the eret #fundy #nihachu #jack manifold #jack manifold tv #karl jacobs #tubbo #ask #tack-tick

[chews-erotically]

Waxing Gibbous 

Pairing: Ezra + femNurse! Reader

Rating: Hard M / 18+ ONLY

       * Warnings: ANGST/ mentions of depression/ perceived death/ claustrophobia/ graphic descriptions of injury/ gore/ live burial/ nightmares/ guilt/ fear/ paralysis/ pain/ despair

      * Summary: You can only keep it down so long.

      * Word Count: ~900

*Part ONE* *Part TWO* *Part THREE* *Part FOUR* *Part FIVE* *Part SIX*        *Part SEVEN*  *Part EIGHT*  *Part NINE*  *Part TEN*  *Part ELEVEN*

    This chapter contains some content that some may find triggering- please see the warnings above. I deal with my feelings through writing as a way to acknowledge and process what I’m feeling. It is therapeutic for me. That said, PLEASE do not read this chapter if you feel down and find that reading about the topics above may make you feel worse. I promise the story still makes sense if you sit this one out.

    I wrote this because I needed to be selfish and work through some dark thoughts. It is absolutely and completely self-indulgent and I hesitated to even post it. I recognize that these are dark times for so many of us, please know that I love and cherish every single one of you and I will ALWAYS welcome discourse with anyone who needs encouragement, commiseration, or a sympathetic ear.

PART TWELVE

     You had your first nightmare the night following the incident at the bar. You were unsure if the actual confrontation had triggered you, or if it was simply the proverbial last straw among the amalgam of stress and circumstance, but you’d awoken screaming and slicked with sweat.

    In your dream you were dead. Your limbs were frozen and stiff. Your eyes did not open. Though you had expired, you were still able to hear what was said around you as if underwater. You were still within your own body, muffled and broken. The voices around you spoke of how you died. You had fallen from a great height, you could feel the sickly pull of gravity winding its fist into your guts as you hurtled toward the ground. You felt everything, the snap of your limbs shattering like glass. Shards of bone lanced your organs, your sight sparked and pulsed as your retinas detached before your vision turned red and then black. Your throat choked with blood. You were panicking. You could not move, you could not scream. Your pain was transcendental in it’s exquisite clarity.

    You willed yourself to lose consciousness. You prayed for your end as the agony of countless fathoms of searing stilettos cut into you and pulled their pound of flesh gleefully from your broken body.

    This is what was due for you. This is what you deserved for killing, for hurting.

    You gasped in your misery in place of your breath. You leaned into the pain, wanted it. You would suffer. You were unsure if there were tears sliding down your face. You felt wet all around. Tears or blood, leaking out of you in equal measure.

    You felt your world tilting and sliding. Movement. Every sensation re-breaking you, reminding you to pay attention. You were not going anywhere, you would bear witness to your slow and torturous end, you would learn that this was your world, at the mercy of countless faceless masters filled with infinite patience.

    You were placed in a box. That box was sealed. You heard the muffled pounding of nails into splintering wood. There was no way to save you.

    Clods of earth rained upon the box. You lie impassive, frozen. Resigned and terrified.

    Thwump.

    Every action you had taken part in, every injury and injustice and I’ll-gotten reward outweighed any halfhearted effort of goodwill you’d extended during your short and brutal life.

    Pathetic.

    Thwump.

    Worthless.

    Thwump.

    You were dead, and you had not ascended to some alternate universe, some abstract heavenly reward. In a box, in a broken body you felt every agonal sensation, your eyes unseeing and unblinking. Your brain screaming, pleading from some distant, flawed and human place to release you. You felt the cold, robotic legs of countless pale and sightless insects. They were crawling into your pants. Into your hair. Your mouth. Scrabbling against your grey gums and your powdery tongue.

    You felt the first searching pinches of mandibles against your cool and tender flesh.

 ****

     You were screaming, your voice raw. Keening. You couldn’t see. Your limbs thrashed against bindings that held you, horizontal and utterly helpless as your hoarse voice dissolved into rasping sobs. Your brain was slow to register your actions as your desperation and terror made you feel as if your heart was going to crack through your sternum with the force of its hammering. 

    But it shouldn’t be beating.

    You were dead and in a box in the ground, paralyzed and in agony and covered in gnawing insects.

    Strong arms grasped you, holding you still. You struggled against the hold violently. You kicked out against something, anything.

    The arms wrapped around you tightly. Mouth against your neck, speaking lowly.

    “I’m right here. Wake up, love. I’ve got you, I’ve got you.”

    The voice, disembodied in the darkness, continued to reassure and sooth patiently as your hitching breaths and sobs gradually abated.

    Ezra had you, and he stroked your back, your hair, your forehead, your arms as he murmured.

    “It seems that your mind has finally caught up with our sordid histories and nefarious goings-on, my sweet love. My own terrified cries have been known to propel me from restless slumber in the oppressive darkness of night.”

    You slumped against him, wrung out, exhausted. You slowly came to realize that you had not been able to move your limbs fully because they had tangled in the sheets as you’d thrashed. You had screamed so long and loud that your voice croaked when you could finally speak.

    “I have never dreamt like that Ezra. I was dead, but I was trapped in my body. I was dead, but I could feel everything. They put me in a box and buried me. It felt real.”

    “The horrors we’ve faced, the things we’ve done, will manifest in any number of nefarious ways, Dove. It is but a product of our shared experience.”

    You stood up on shaking legs and began to turn on every light in the room. You came back to the bed and cocooned yourself in as many blankets as you could find. Ezra drew you to him, leaning your back against his chest as you sat on the mattress between his legs. He notched his chin onto your shoulder and sighed. He stayed silent, waiting for you to speak or not speak.

    You did not speak.

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[whatarubberchicken]

The Bodyguard’s Tale -Chapter 3

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Chapter 3

Lance’s next excursion wasn’t any better; he somehow got it into his head that he wanted to try hunting ducat. Whatever that was. Apparently, some guy named Coran told him all about them and where to find them. However, after a full day of tromping through the Altean jungle, he and Keith didn’t find anything. And when a tired, muddy, bedraggled Keith asked Shiro about it later, the man had laughed and suggested snipe hunting instead.

He was fairly certain they were being played. So was Lance.

In retaliation, Lance convinced him to help with a little prank. Somehow, the Altean prince had gotten ahold of a couple-dozen half-feral klanmüirls. Keith, openly shaking his head and secretly snickering for the sheer brilliance of it, had the task of putting a collar on each one that clearly stated that the beast was one of 25. There were only 24 klanmüirls. Then they set them loose in the Grand Hall, just before the High Council was called into session.

Keith had never seen such mayhem.

It was glorious.

Uptight lords ran around, panicking, yelling, and trying to catch the stray animals; women were screaming shrilly as several beasts mistook their shiny jewelry for a snack—Lotor had a huge one chasing him that was sure his hair was something edible—even Shiro’s calmer efforts to corral them was hilarious in its own way.

Keith and Lance were literally unable to stand, they were laughing so hard.

Unfortunately, their fun came to an end when Allura caught them hiding behind some draperies. Keith thought for sure they were doomed, but in exchange for her silence, the princess decided to have a bit of her own fun instead.

The next day, Lance and Keith looked at each other miserably as they were forced to try on dress after dress for the princess’s amusement. (She did not, as a small mercy, make them leave her quarters in the dresses, which Keith was eternally grateful for.)

“Does this one make my butt look big?” Lance asked, looking in the mirror while his sister was off trying to find accessories for them. The apparent reasoning behind this whole fiasco was that she wanted to see how different outfits looked side-by-side.

Why she couldn’t use her own ladies….

“I don’t think you have the hips for it,” a voice by the door laughed before Keith could reply. They both whirled around to see Shiro standing there, snickering. “Or the chest!”

“What are you doing here?!” Keith hissed, attempting to cover himself with another dress. Embarrassing himself in front of his best friend was not in the job description!

“Ah, Shiro! You have those documents I needed signed?” Allura said, handing her brother some jewelry as she crossed the room to the ambassador. Keith narrowed his eyes at her. So, she’d arranged this, the scheming little—

“Right here, princess,” Shiro said cheerfully, handing her some forms. “And I—uh, love your new models.”

Keith growled and Lance freed a hand long enough to give Shiro a rude hand gesture.

“Aww, did Lotor not come with you?” Allura pouted, looking behind the ambassador. Keith gaped at her in horror. His brother? Seeing him like this?! She was EVIL!!

“Unfortunately, Prince Lotor had some pressing business to take care of,” Shiro said, grimacing. Keith snorted. Undoubtedly, his brother simply hadn’t seen how a visit to see his betrothed would benefit him and had brushed off Allura’s invitation. “He swears he’ll make it up to you later.” Shiro glanced at the two boys again, and barely hid his laughter behind his hand.

“Of course, if he’d known what was waiting for him, I’m sure he’d have come,” he added, grinning at Keith.

“Don’t you dare tell him!” Keith hissed, trying to wiggle out of his dress to go threaten Shiro properly.

“And now, Princess, I have some pressing business of my own… That’s a good color on you, Keith!”

“Shiro! Get back here!!” Keith yelled, struggling harder. He ended up stumbling around and crashing into Lance, who yelped when they went down in a pile of limbs.

“Ow, mullet-head!”

“Shut up and get off me!”

“Excuse you! You’re the one on me!” Lance shouted.

“Move your leg!”

“Hey, watch the heel! Watch the heel!!”

“WHY are you wearing heels, Lance?” Keith asked, completely exasperated and still tangled up on the floor in what could be considered a very compromising position.

“Hey, if I’m gonna do this, I’m gonna do it right!” The Altean prince had the nerve to pose.

“Ugh, you idiot!”

“Oh yeah? I’m not the one who—OOF!” Lance groaned. Keith winced. He’d accidently kneed the other boy in the stomach.

“Sorry.”

“You Galra, always so violent!” Lance cried dramatically, throwing a hand over his eyes for effect. “Sister-dear, did you see how he brutalized me?!”

“My poor brother,” Allura gushed, joining in the drama effortlessly. “You must be traumatized! Facial masks for both of you!!”

Lance cheered. Keith suppressed his urge to bang his head on the floor. The royal siblings were two of a kind, and a royal pain in his—

“C’mon, Keith, let’s get you exfoliated!!”

Quiznak.

………..

The next few weeks were more of the same. Lance got into more bar fights (which Keith had to step in and defend him for, even if the prince had a pretty good right hook himself) and attempted to learn how to play some sort of wind instrument (Keith chucked it out the window after the third day and claimed it must be in Lance’s messy room somewhere. Win-win for him; Lance had to clean his room, finally, and Keith was no longer subjected to the sound of a dying cat).

The best times were when Lance decided to hang out with Allura, usually studying spellcasting or playing Monsters and Mana. (Keith decided to forgive her for the dress debacle, since those few hours were the most peace he had these days. Still, he swore Lance cheated at that game, there was no way anyone could roll that many Nat 20s.)

Lance also attempted to learn how to use a sword, which Keith had to help him with. The prince was surprisingly light on his feet, but he was no match for Keith’s strength, even if he was Altean. Still, he was stubborn, and those practice matches were very enjoyable for Keith. Especially the way Lance’s eyes would sparkle every time he learned a new move or managed to land a hit….

NOPE! Nope. That was just the adrenaline talking. Keith loved the adrenaline rush. That was all.

Finally, the king and queen deemed Lance worthy of representing Altea on another world. Keith was apprehensive until he found out the mission wasn’t going to take long; it was just a festival that the locals called Clear Day. Shiro even offered to accompany them and make sure Lance didn’t get into too much trouble.

Keith regretted it the moment they touched down. So many lights and noises and smells—

“It’s a carnival,” Shiro exclaimed softly, his eyes wide. “We used to have them on Earth all the time!”

“Really?” Keith asked, interested in learning more about that part of himself. And honestly, watching Shiro was easier on his eyes than all these flashing lights….

“Hey, where’d Lance go?” Shiro suddenly asked.

Keith spun around, looking for the prince who had just been at his side.

“QUIZNAK!”

They searched for nearly an hour before they found him at the shooting games, entertaining several females with his ability to get them some cheap little stuffed animals.

“Lance!” Keith roared. “You know you’re not supposed to go off on your own!!”

Lance took one look at the rage on his face and, to Keith’s astonishment, he ran. What the quiznak?! Where did he think—?

“Get back here!” he yelled after the wayward prince, only vaguely aware of Shiro laughing behind him as he chased the other boy. Shiro could laugh, but it was going to be Keith’s ass if something happened to the prince!

Lance was darting left and right, trying to lose him in the crowd, but Keith was quicker. He tackled Lance right into a line of people. Keith pulled them both to their feet, and was about to start laying into the Altean when—

“Fine, fine, you can go first,” a bored, nasally voice said. The next thing they knew, they had been strapped into a ride and told to have a “blissfully burrowful time.”

All Keith could do was glare at Lance, which intensified when the animatronics all around them began to sing. Lance looked interested (for all of two tiks) and then he chanced a glance at his bodyguard.

“Just remember, if you kill me, you fail your mission,” he sang, grinning sheepishly.

“I remind myself that every day.”

The ride broke, right when they were in the middle of it. Keith groaned in despair and buried his face in his hands.

It took him less than five minutes to get fed up with the idiotic song and slash his way to freedom, dragging a laughing Lance behind him. The prince promised to pay for damages to the irate carny, but also pointed out that the ride had already been broken. Then Keith chimed in about how it could’ve been a trap to harm Lance’s royal person, blah-de-blah, and the worker quickly let them go with hasty apology for their troubles.

They were never coming back to Clear Day. Keith would beg Lance’s other bodyguards on his knees if he had to.

Now, they couldn’t find Shiro.

Some of the locals said something about a human being in the arm-wrestling tournament, but to get there, they had to pass the shooting games again. And of course, Lance wheedled and whined until Keith finally gave in and stopped to let him play for awhile.

It wasn’t like he was actually going to win anything… those things were totally rigged.

So, when Lance presented him with a stuffed red lion, Keith took it out of sheer disbelief—and ignored his flaming cheeks.

It was just to say sorry for that whole ride debacle. It’s not like it meant anything. Besides, they were both quickly distracted by the fact that Shiro was now the center of a cheering crowd of fans.

#bodyguard AU #vld #voltron #voltronsecretsanta2k19 #keith #lance #shenanigans

[angstalottle]

Little Ghost

Lance wishes he could say he didn't remember a time before the darkness.

That he could say that all he ever knew was this old house where the dead roam and the living come to die.

He wishes so much that he could be like the other ghosts and just forget what it was like to be alive…

But he can't.

Lance was 7 when he died.

He wasn't supposed to go trick or treating alone but none of his siblings wanted to take him and his parents didn't know he left the house that night.

For most of the evening, Lance had a great time, getting compliments from every house on his Aquaman costume. He was having so much fun that he didn't even notice as the streets he walked grew steadily darker and fewer children wandered around.

By the time he got to the house at the end of the street, he was completely alone.

Lance doesn't really like to remember what happened next. But sometimes it's hard to ignore the flashes of images that leave him crying and shaking in the corner.

The old man had invited him inside to get his candy, Lance didn't even question the request, or the funny taste of the lollipop he was given or why he suddenly became so very tired.

Lance woke up just as the first shovel full of dirt hit his body.

Sticky thick blood covered the side of his head where the man had stomped on his head.

Lance tried to call for help but…

He couldn't make a sound.

He couldn't move or even open his eyes.

All he could do was lay there as his grave was filled and he suffocated on the dirt surrounding him.

No one ever found his body.

The man that killed him died of a heart attack the first time he saw Lance staring at him through the mirror, his little head still caved in and dirty like he had just crawled out of the hole he had been left in.

It seemed unfair that the man didn't become a ghost.

There were plenty of others of course, not all the man's victims some other unfortunate souls that had passed.

Lance grew close some, being the youngest and the newest ghost made many take pity on him and in many ways decide to protect him from any further suffering.

He met Hunk first.

Hunk had died pushing his little sister out of the way of a speeding car. He died almost instantly and always said he didn't regret his decision even for a moment. He regretted not being able to save Lance who was the same age as his sister had been on that night five years ago.

Pidge came next.

After her brother and dad disappeared she believed them to have been kidnapped by the very man that found her sneaking around his house. He took care of her with a lead pipe to the back of the head. She was unsure of Lance, to begin with.

Preferring to keep her distance as she wandered the building for her family, Lance started to follow after her and eventually she gave up shooting off back to Hunk and grew fond of his constant chatter.

Shiro found them in the middle of a storm when Lance wouldn't stop crying and the walls shook with fear.

Shiro too remembered his own violent death, though he had forgotten his life, unlike Lance. This memory made him a poltergeist and allowed him to react with the living world, he recognised that lance shared similar powers and took the boy under his wing.

Shiro apologises to Lance almost immediately… unlike the other ghosts, he would have been able to stop him from dying. But that had been the night the love of his life had died peacefully in his sleep at the age of 90. He didn't remember him, but he knew he loved him more than anyone and for one night he was back with his wartime sweetheart and he could forget coming to the house in search of help after returning broken and desperate for an escape that only seemed possible at the end of a rope.

Keith avoided Lance like the plague.

He made it clear that he wasn't dead and that this was all some sick joke. Perhaps that was why he never wanted to be near Lance? A child that had so much life to live accepted his death so easily while Keith who ensured his own was still in denial.

Eventually, he warmed to Lance, though he claimed it was only for the sake of this cruel joke.

Allura and Coran didn't make themselves known for almost a year.

They owned the house originally hundreds of years ago and had died thanks to the plague.

Coran practically adopted Lance on the spot and Allura cheerfully played with the boy whenever he wanted.

Lance had gained a new kind of family, one that loved and cared for him.

He wished he didn't remember his life because then maybe he could be happy.

Maybe he wouldn't have to see his mama wasting away as she sat in his room talking softly to him.

Maybe he wouldn't have to see his siblings hang missing posters around town begging for information.

Lance didn't want to remember because he didn't want to see his family suffering so much because he was gone.

He wanted to tell them what happened, that no one could hurt him now.

But more than anything he didn't want to forget.. He wanted them.

Just one more game of tag with his brothers.

One more Disney marathon with his sisters.

Just one last hug from his mama who he didn't even get to say goodbye to.

Lance just wanted his old life, his old family if even for a moment just to let them know how much he loves them and that he will never stop loving them.

It took almost 60 years but finally, one by one Lance got to say goodbye.

He just wished… that he would have followed when they died too.

But a death so violent and remembered… well, Lance can never move on.

He can never see his family again.

He wants to forget...

#langst #halloween fic #ghost au #kid lance #trigger warning suicide #child abuse mention #finally done!

[fandomseverywhereassemble]

Hey could you do a seizure one for lance?? Like maybe he has epilepsy but the team doesn’t know but the only one that knows is hunk? Cause they’re best friends and stuff

Anonymous asked: Lance and seizures! Langst 😍

Anonymous asked: Hi! For the bingo thing- Klance, either tongue trauma or seizures (whichever u prefer I couldn't decide!

Anonymous asked: Could you do "seizures" with Lance? ♥️🍀

Here you all are!  I was surprised that so many of you had requested this prompt, and I actually had to research Seizures for this, so I hope that you all enjoy!

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Lance should never have gotten into the Garrison.

His family had known that it was his dream to go to the stars.  He tried to hide it by swimming in the waves and disguising his desire behind corny jokes and smiling eyes.

He loved laying on the beach with his little brothers and sisters with the moon’s light reflecting off the waves and making it look like there were stars in the sea.  He would point up at different constellations and describe their history to Veronica and the shapes to Marco who was still too young to see them.  He wondered what it would be like to swim in the stars rather than the sea.

They all knew he would never be able to.

They knew the second he was diagnosed with epilepsy.  He would never be able to be a pilot.  He would never be able to see the stars just a little bit closer.  Lance was doomed to Earth.

The rest of his family did what any sensible people would do: they forged his medical records when he applied against all hope to get in.

“It’ll be okay, mijo.”  His mother comforted him the day before he was to leave, “You’re on some of the best medicine money can buy.  You haven’t had an episode in almost a year.  You’ll be fine.”

Veronica came out to them and looked up at the stars with her brother, “Hey, Lance.”  She spoke softly, trying to keep a tremor out of her voice, “Tell me what the stars look like from the other side?”

He lost it then, tears poured from his eyes and he sobbed harder into his mother’s shoulder, “I will, Veronica.  I will.”

He was out of medication.  Not running out.  He was out.  Lance searched through his entire room in the Castle.  There were clothes strewn about his room haphazardly, the pillows were in the corner, and his bed had been stripped of everything on it.  This was so unlike him.

Hunk.  He needed to get to Hunk.  Maybe he would have some sort of cure-all that would automatically fix him.  Maybe he was just a little too stressed and he would be able to avoid this if he could just calm down.  It was no use.  He could feel one was going to hit him, it was like a sixth sense he had developed in the Garrison and he had gotten so good at figuring them out that he was only caught once.

Before he left, he made sure to use the restroom, if he was going to have a seizure, then he sure as hell wasn’t going to embarrass himself any further.

Carefully, he walked into the hall; he closed his door behind him and hoped nobody would see the mess he had made of his room.  His footsteps echoed off of the barren walls and he could hear the light sound his fingers made as they trailed across the metal hallway.

“Lance!”  A cheerful voice said behind him.  He jumped so high his head almost hit the roof of the hall.  Behind him, Keith jogged a short distance to catch up, “Did I scare you?”  He teased lightly as he threw an arm around the blue paladin.

Lance shook his head lightly and tried to force a smile on his face, “Not at all.  You’re going to need to try better than that.”  He forced himself to relax into Keith’s embrace, but doing so only made him tense up more.  He couldn’t do this in front of Keith.  It was bad enough that Hunk already knew.

Keith pulled back and held his boyfriend at arm’s distance.  His face was suddenly incredibly serious as he searched Lance for any sign that something was off.  “Babe, are you okay?”

He tried to nod his head, but he couldn’t move it anymore.  His eyes flicked to Keith’s, full of pain and fear. No.  No Nononononononononononononononono.  His mouth wouldn’t form the words to tell him to get Hunk.  Hunk would know what to do. Nonononononononono

Keith’s eyes filled with fear, a perfect rendition of what he saw in Lance’s, “Hey, can you talk to me?  Babe, did I do something?”

Nonononononononononononononononono

Lance felt the muscles in his legs contract and before he knew it, he was falling, falling, falling.

“Lance!”  Keith shouted, “Babe, what’s wrong?”  Lance’s eyes were glazed over and he was just staring at a space just behind Keith.  He wasn’t sure that was worse, the complete and utter fear that he had seen just moments before, or how quickly they had gone blank.

His legs were shaking.  Keith had no clue what was happening and he pounded on the door beside him.  He just needed to get someone anyone.

Lance fell to the floor like a sack of potatoes.  His head hit the floor with a resounding Thunk and his blue eyes rolled into the back of his head.  “Shiro!”  He yelled down the hall, “Pidge, Hunk, Coran, Allura!  I don’t care who comes, but something’s happening with Lance!”

He was shaking all over now, and he would throw one of his arms out to the side.  It hit the wall hard, and Keith was worried it was going to bruise.  “Lance?  Lance!”  He tried to grab one of his arms, but Lance moved it at the last second and it almost hit him in the face.

Hunk came around the corner first and his eyes widened at the scene: Lance convulsing on the floor and Keith huddled worriedly over him, trying to grab onto one of Lance’s flailing limbs.  “Don’t grab him!”  He said quickly and moved faster than Keith thought he was capable of, “Go and get pillows!  Five of them, maybe more if you can.”

Keith nodded and raced through the hall to Lance’s room; it was the closest.  He pulled on the door flung it open.  Inside, the room looked trashed.  Everything was on the floor, even Lance’s beauty products had been disheveled.  Had he had an attack in here before?  Keith didn’t let himself linger in the doorway and his eyes settled on the pillows in the corner.  He grabbed them, there were only three, but it would have to do.

He ran back just as fast and Hunk already had one pillow between Lance and the wall.  It looked like his convulsions had started to recede, but that didn’t reassure Keith all that much.  He had been gone for a minute and Lance hadn’t stopped.

He dumped the pillows by Hunk and then rushed to Lance, only to be stopped by Hunk’s hand around his arm.

“What are you doing?”  Keith demanded angrily.

Hunk shook his head, “Don’t try and restrain him in any way.”  He handed him some of the pillows that Keith had just dropped by his feet.  “Put a pillow against the wall, under his head, and on his other side if you can.  Do not hold him down.”

The red paladin nodded and placed them where Hunk had told him, “Okay, what do we do now?”

“Now we wait.”

“What do you mean we just wait?”  Keith demanded as he looked back at Lance who was now only shaking violently, “What’s even happening to him?”

Hunk breathed out evenly, “We just wait.  Eventually, he’ll wake up.  It’s only serious if it lasts for more than five minutes.  He should be coming out of it by now.”

Pidge came sprinting around the corner, “I heard screaming, what’s-”  Their eyes widened, “What’s happening?  Oh my god, Lance?”

“He’s fine.”  Hunk assured the both of them, “He used to get these all the time when he was younger.”  He frowned at Lance who had finally stopped shaking, “This one was longer than his others though.”

Lance’s breaths were coming more evenly now and it just looked like he was sleeping in a bed of pillows, “You can touch him now.”  Hunk told Keith, “You’re not supposed to touch him when he’s having one because he can hurt you and himself further.”

Keith was at his side as soon as the words left Hunk’s mouth.  He grabbed one of Lance’s hands in his own and carefully ran his thumb across the top of it.  “Why didn’t you tell us about it?”  He mumbled to Lance’s sleeping form.

Hunk shook his head, “That’s for him to tell you.  Don’t push him too much, it could set him off again.”

A weak groan emanated from Lance and he squeezed his eyes shut and opened them slowly.  His eyes searched the ceiling for a few seconds before Keith hovered his head in Lance’s line of vision.  The red paladin smiled, “Hey, glad to see you’re in the land of the living.”  Lance’s eyes bunched up in confusion and he looked away from Keith and tried to push himself up.

“No.”  Hunk said, “Keep him down, he’s gonna be really dizzy and he could fall down again.”  Hunk moved over so that Lance could see his face as well, “Hey, buddy.  Can you tell me what your name is?”

Lance scrunched his face in confusion, thought about it for a moment, then shook his head.

“Babe, your name is Lance, don’t you remember?”  Keith asked him, looking for any sense of recognition in the blue eyes.  “Do you remember my name?”  He asked after a moment, worry filling his voice.

“Hey,”  Hunk started, “If he’s not remembering his name, he’s not gonna remember-”

“Keith,”  Lance said.  It was strained and weak, but it was undeniably Keith’s name.

Keith nodded happily, “Yeah.  Do you remember his name?”  He gestured to Hunk and Lance nodded his head and said his name.  They continued to ask a few easy questions and before too long, Lance was answering them correctly.

“I-”  He started, “I think I’m good now.”  He looked at the yellow paladin who nodded and helped Lance sit up against the wall.

“In that case.”  Keith said, “What happened?”

Lance looked away from his boyfriend as if he were ashamed, “I… I have epilepsy.  I didn’t want you guys to know.”

“Why wouldn’t you want us to know?”  Keith asked concern coated his voice.

“I was afraid.”  Keith was about to ask him what he could possibly have to be afraid of before he continued, “I never should have gotten into the Garrison.  I was always afraid that I would get found out, that I would go to class one day and find out that they had found my real medical records and that I would never fly again.

“I guess that the fear just followed me.  I didn’t want to be cast off from the team.  And I thought I would be fine.  I had my medication with me, and I hadn’t had an attack in months, but then I ran out and I didn’t think that it would be a problem but then I felt one coming on, that aura thing I was telling you about and I tried to go to your room, but I couldn’t make it and I knew it, and I was just so anxious and then Keith came by and I didn’t want-”

“Shhhhhhh…”  Keith interrupted him.  He moved so that he was sitting next to Lance and he pulled him down so that Lance could cry into his shirt.  Normally, Keith hated all of the touching that Lance thought was necessary 24/7, but he made exceptions for times like this.  “We aren’t going to send you away.  You’re valuable to everyone here.  We can see if Coran can synthesize some time of medication to help and keep your attacks at bay.

Lance nodded, he was still sobbing and Keith’s shirt was getting steadily wetter, “Everything’s going to be fine.”

#badthingshappenbingo #lance #lance mclain #klance #seizures #epilepsy #langst #voltron #vld #my writing #I hope yall like this #Asks are still open #Anonymous #send me a prompt #angst #whump #is it really whump though?

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Hey here’s a plance moments list to water your plance my dudes

Right off the bat, I’m starting with the first episode of season 1. In this episode, Lance WANTS to get closer to Pidge

Keeps her out of trouble when she tries to talk back to Iverson

Even states they need to bond by sneaking out with him, Hunk and Pidge to go into town

Wants to know why she keeps freaking out over Kerberos and ACTUALLY wants to know: "Look Pidge if we're going to bond as a team we can't have any secrets"

Bex stated that Pidge shows love through violence. Pidge on multiple occassions hurts Lance like in season 1 after receiving their weapons (I can’t find the tweet for the life of me). 

Someone teased that “Lance has a thing for long hair”. No one loves timeskips more than Voltron, so I wouldn’t be suprised if someone (hint hint Pidge) comes out with longer hair.

It was stated Lance will not be a rebound, so Allurance is out of the question since he is someone's first choice. 

They obviously have some kind of bond already, as they talk a lot, are around each other often, and make fun of each other a lot. If it's not an endgame romantically, there will be an endgame for platonic. 

Lance always hates listening to scientific talk but when Pidge does it he listens and never interrupts her????? Somethin's fishy?????

"DON'T YOU TOUCH HER" IN SEASON 7 AND "LANCE, NOOO *violently protects Lance*" IN SEASON 2 (if I do recall); they look out for each other a LOT and obviously get angry when the other is hurt. 

To add onto the top one, Lance even says he “[emerges] from a coma” to protect Pidge so he obviously cares for her in some kind of way

Going back to "showing love through violence", Pidge calls Lance cute technically when she says "It's kind of cute, you know in a weird disgustin creepy kind of way, like you Lance" WH

He has her arms around her / on her not once, not twice, but at least five times in the series I've seen

The mall scene where she wraps her arms around Lance's waist while on the cow

Poster where everyone was freaking out over Lance and his arm over Keith's shoulder, but look the other direction òvó

DND episode where he lays his arms over Shiro's and Pidge's shoulders

DND episode on the dragon and not only is Lance behind her, SHE SMILES AT HIM WHILE ON THE DRAGON

Fighting with Lotor and about how they should turn him in in season 5 I think, LANCE PLACES HIS SHOULDER ON PIDGE'S SHOULDER THERE WAS NO NEED TO, WHAT YOU UP TO LONCE

Hey Pidge. Pidge. Pidgey. Ms. Holt. Why were you holding onto Lance's arm so tight this season huh? You think I cant see this?

Pidgey was looking kind of sad during s7 when she was in a seperate car. Not because Lance was in it, but maybe she overheard the conversation with Lance and Allura? She knows the Green Lion will come to her, they've been together throughout everything, and that Green has always disproved her doubts about their relationship, but why is she anxious just now? (I mainly added this in because someone else pointed this out)

Someone stated Matt would get into a fight with Lance, and maybe it's "imma big bro, you can't date her you're not good enough" and langst ensues or maybe Pidge starts the fight and Lance finishes it

(Going back on my bs back on top): Why would Bex state Pidge shows love through violence like out of the blue, there was no reason. Unless she gets a deeper relationship with someone (platonically or romantically). 

They sit next to each other almost all the time, what kind of shit are you pulling Voltron staff? And sure it's because they swapped Lions that they're closer, BUT THERE WAS NO SEAT RULES YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO GET UP YOU COULD'VE SAT NEXT TO KEITH AND HUNK THE ENTIRE TIME LIKE WTF LANCE YOU MOVE YOUR SEAT I WANT AN EXPLANATION

"Someone who he's known since the beggining"?? It's obvious Voltron is teasing with Klance still so there's probably a good 60 40 chance of it being either Klance or Plance as an endgame; Lance has known both Keith and Pidge from their first days at the Garrison (Keith being in the same class from when they first joined, and Pidge joining their crew in flashbacks). 

If you have anymore comment them

#plance #pidge vld #lance vld #if it's gonna end up platonic im fine with it #i will rest in peace if the farthest we go with plance is a simple platonic relationship #I WILL SCREAM AND THROW A PARTY IF IT HAS A ROMANTIC ENDGAME #I WILL HURDLE MYSELF INTO THE SUN WITH TEARS OF JOY IF KLANCE ALSO ENDS UP CANON AND WE BEAT TEH SHIT OUT OF DREAMWORKS

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With Every Dying Breath

Hey all! This is my NaNo 2018 piece, the first three chapters that I have done so far. Or no...this is the first two. Anyways, here it is! Also I'll add in a read more when I can get on my laptop later. Enjoy!

TW:

eventual character death (not these chapters)

Cancer diagnosis

ABO verse triad

SFW

Dec 1st, 2017

Mathew and Francis sit in the waiting room of the closest hospital to Mathews home in Quebec. They had been vacationing there, Gilbert well practiced in French enough so that he and his lovers could all easily enjoy their trip. That was, until Gilbert passed out. Mathew nuzzles Francis’ neck, seeking his betas comforting scent, and strong arms. Sure, he and Fran could carry on just fine on their own… but this wasn’t normal. This was something new, and strange, and oh so wrong that Mathews chest filled with a pressure like a balloon about to burst.

“Mathieu…” Francis kisses the side of his head, Mathew barely notices that a nurse had just left them. He sniffles, sitting up slightly in the Frenchman’s lap. “Il Est bien.” He is good. Francis’ smile is strained, however, and Mathew can tell that is not all there is to know. A different nurse comes, and Francis decides to simply pick Mathew up from where they sit, carrying him to the small room Gilbert is to stay in. Gil smiles at them tiredly. “hey, birdie… I’ll be okay… alright? I promised you I’m to awesome to go anywhere without you…” he grabs the bedside remote, sitting himself up, and taking Mathew from Francis, then motioning the larger blonde up onto the small, too hard bed. “I… I’m not perfect though. I’m sick… but… I’m okay for now. Let’s keep going with our vacation… Ja? Oui?” he repeats in French, for the sake of his mates, knowing they’re in shock. Mathew nuzzles close to gil, and even Francis curls closer than he normally would when Mathew is in a state.

Mathew muses that they must be a mess to look at, but he can’t find it in him to care even a little. He cries softly, his alphas scent wrapping him in a secure little bubble where he can be free to just simply be. Here, he isn’t Mathew the brother of that politician in New York running for governor, or mathew the lover of a rather infamous French model, or even Mr. mathew the school teacher who needs to always be strong. Here, he is just mathew. The beeps and whirs from Gilbert’s room and other rooms nearby all blend into one cacophony of chaos and waves of depression was over him. His Alpha was sick. His Alpha isn’t really okay. He may be a strong omega, not one prone to needing to be coddled, even though he likes it, but that doesn’t change the stresses on him.

When he’s calmed down, he takes a minute to kiss each of his partners. “wh-what is it? How bad will it be? When will you be better?” mathew asks in a delicate whisper. Francis sighs and cradles mathew to his chest, shifting towards Gilbert so they can speak more comfortably. Gilbert takes his hand, kissing his palm and holding it to his cheek for a several long minutes. “well… it doesn’t look great. It… the doctors want me to be realistic, birdie… and… I want you to be too.” He says evenly. And you as well, francis. I’m sure you listened to what the nurse said, the watered down version… I…” he takes a deep breath, looking down. He looks at their faces, and he can’t help but see the polar opposite of their expressions from earlier contrasting in his mind. “m-my one regret is that I’ll never be a father.” He smiles wistfully, tears pooling at the back of his eyes. His eyes Dart side to side rapidly, blinking away the majority of his tears yet still a few escape. As he decides what to say next, thinking of no good way to share his news, he lets it just tumble out.

“I have cancer, birdie.” His composure breaks then, and he pulls his omega into his arms. He cries on Mathews shoulder, holding his sweet omega close. Francis wraps himself around them, joining in on the crying. For right now, it was okay to not be okay, it is okay to need to be close and near. They stay close, pulling strength from one another for a long time before a doctor entering the room with a cough splits them apart.

“Mister… Bielshcmidt?” he asks, looking to gil about the pronunciation. The albino nods and the doctor continues. “I cannot guarantee a full diagnosis, but… there are definitely cancerous cells in your stomach. I urge you to go see a specialist, and return home, as soon as you can. That said… we can keep you overnight, but… there is little we can do for you here now.” Francis nods. “we will go Hone to France tomorrow. I think a night here would… be good. I doubt it really safe for any of us to travel right now.” Francis adjusts his collar, making a show of his claimed mark with his eyes alight in a challenge to be removed. They were both Gilbert’s mates and both be treated as such.

“we… normally only allow bonded omega mates…” the doctor trails off, when he catches on to francis’ movements, and his eyes widen. “mon dieu…” he trails off. “A bonded triad… of course… well, please rest. A nurse will be in soon for his vitals.” He nods sharply, and leaves the room in a hurry. Mathew let’s out a breath he hadn’t known he was holding, and pulls francis close to him. “I… I… I need you both… here…” he whispers softly, nuzzling francis’ neck gently, then softly kissing gil. The larger men wrap around him, the three shifting to Tuck in soundly for the night, all tired and weary.

The day had started well. Very well, in fact, for the three. Francis had gotten up early, sneaking into the kitchen of mathieus childhood home and decided to make maple filled crepes for their breakfast. They’d spent most of the day relaxing, until a snowball fight was challenged and they were playing, and laughing, and having fun. Everything was fine, until gilbert complained of an upset stomach, so they’d gone in for cocoa and cider. Then, before anyone really registered what was happening, gilbert started puking, and continued to violently empty his stomach for five minutes before passing out, mathew catching him from falling into his own sick as francis dialed 9-1-1. The rush to the hospital and everything else from then til now was a blur of tests, and tears, and fear for their alpha. At least now, they know where to start to look next, for answers to their fears and hope for his well-being.

“we just… were playing, and had cocoa… why now?” Mattie asks softly. Gilbert’s arms weakly hold mathew tighter to him, and francis kisses his neck, and Gilbert’s cheek.

“I don’t know, birdie… but… let’s… let’s go home and get some definitive answers first… ja? Oui?” he smiles are mathew. “I’m too strong to go down without fighting my best fight… you know that.” Mathew nods softly with a yawn, drifting off to sleep.

The next three days were again, largely, a blur. They were either going to have a layover in New York overnight, or in London before finishing off to Paris, so they chose New York. Alfred and his mate, Arthur, were more than welcoming to the trio. Alfred greeted them with a smile, and was confused when Mattie slammed into him nearly knocking the American over, and was instantly crying.

“what’s. …what’s going on, dudes? Why is my brother crying, and why are you all so somber?” Gilbert looks down, and francis keeps him close, trying to hide his shivers. “we… aren’t one hundred percent certain, alfred… but… gil isn’t doing so good.” He answers honestly. Al stares at them in shocl, and nods. With that, he scooos his brother up and marches them all inside.

“it’s okay Mattie… you’re safe. Everything will be okay in the end, you’re never alone.” He kisses matties forehead. That night, even alfred was subdued as his living room was made into a nest, and even with francis around, Arthur joined the whole family in sleeping together and eating gentle foods.

The trio was off early in the morning, gilbert carrying mathew to let him sleep as they walked around the airport to get to their terminal and back home. Gilbert was glad for the early hour, and his omega being such a heavy sleeper. And nuzzles the top of matties head, smilimg as he thinks about how tge majority of their vacation had been. He works free-lance and francis could model from anywhere, so with mathew off for the year due to budget cuts, theyd headed for the America’s for a change of pace. They weren’t going to stay forever, mathew and francis loved their birth country too much, but that didn’t mean mathew wasn’t ecstatic at Gilbert’s surprise gift for his birthday, he’d wanted to go back to his late childhood home for a long time and hadn’t found the time for it.

It was mid day when they got home, and gilbert was glad for it. “hey… birdie, I’m sorry we couldn’t Christmas with Al, like you wanted.” He smiles apologetically. Mathew shakes his head and kisses gilbert gently. “non… it’s fine. And our pets missed us… kumataro and gilbird sure are happy to be home, and… my real nest is here for my next heat, and… we have good doctors… and you’ll get better, because otherwise… well, never mind that. We’ll be okay. I’m… I was on shock… now…I’m still upset but, I’m done freaking out over it. Life happens and, we do what we will with it… right? Worse comes to worse… We will make sure to Cross everything off of your to do list… right?” his eyes were wet and his lip trembled, but he had on the best smile anyone had seen in days, so gilbert couldn’t so anything other than smile back, and Francis felt compelled to nod. “of course… we will live our best lives.” Of course, no one in the room wanted to linger on the ideas of what if. Omegas always pass with their alphas, or soon after… Francis would lose both his mates if what if becomes when will.

Two weeks later, things were more or less back to normal. Mathew was at home most of the time, cooking or cleaning though he also decided to get back into journaling. As a child, he’d had a lot of issues with anxiety and found the task of journaling to be relaxing and calming, and helped him keep his head straight. When gilbert came home for the day, Francis back in New York for a week long photoshoot, he wasn’t all that surprised to find his omega mate in their nest, doing exactly that.

“Hey, birdie… want to go to work with me tomorrow? I have an appointment right after… for the testing results. I’d really like it if you could be there, at least… since fran can’t go.” He hugs the smaller blond, and kisses him softly. He breathes in the calming scent, and humms lightly. Mathew let’s out a small sigh and thinks about it, continuing to write about his day thus far.

… and now gil wants me to go with him, even knowing how much I hate the appointments… they freak me out. But… he needs me. And that feels good… I suppose I’ll have to go…

Mathew kisses gil back softly, shifting so they’re facing each other better. “I guess I can go I just…” he takes a deep breath, trying to relax. “it’s hard. But…its hard for all of us. Maybe… it will be easier to process if… I’m involved instead of ignoring it as much as I can… you’re lucky I lobe you, you know.” He pokes gils side with a smile. The alpha chuckles softly, a low rumble in his chest that lulls mathew closer. “I love you… I’m sorry I’ve been pushing you away. Maybe… lets go for a hike, tomorrow too. I mean… We don’t get to often when francis is here and we go on dates…” he trails off with a light blush. The triad often goes on group dates, with only two of them going out being a rare occasion, saved for when one of them is too busy with work, typically.

“well… it’s Friday tomorrow, so… I suppose we could take the drive over and go to the ardennes? I know you love it over there…” he trails off with a smile. “how does that sound?’ mathew perks up instantly at that. “I’d love it… it sounds perfect.” He grins. He scootches more, and moves so he’s in gils lap, and kisses gilbert softly, leaning into his alphas touch. Gilbert pulls him closer, a low grumble in his chest as he carefully flips them over, Mattie on his back. Mathew pants softly when gil finally pulls back a bit. “Gil…” he pulls gilvert against him, the alphas weight pushing him further into the nest, the weight reassuring. “let’s lay like this… it nice.” He smiles softly. He nuzzles gils neck, and gilbert nips at matgews.

“hmm… only snuggles? He teases gently. He rolls his hips, and mathew shakes his head, blushing harder.

“R-really, Gilbert… I… yeah, more would be okay but… I just want you close.” He looks up into gils eyes, his Violet pleading with the Germans red. Gil nods, groaning lightly but moving to his side, ao that not all of his weight is on the smaller mans body.

“Okay, birdie. Of course.” He acquiesces. He keeps mathew close to him, resting his head on the omegas purring chest as he drifts off into a nap.

The next day they woke up early, mathew barely getting himself dressed and washed before it was time to go, leading to gilbert stopping to buy breakfast before continuing to his current work assignment, an article on current conditions for models in the French omegas fashion circuit. Mathew curls up in his chair besides gil with a yawn, the glitz and glamour lost on him between a lack of interest in fashion and an overabundance of it all in his own home, thanks to francis. Gilbert chuckles as one model asks about Mattie.

“he is so uninterested… ‘ow is he so bored? There is so much to see, ‘ere…” the model trails off. Gilbert chuckles softly, kissing the top of his head. “Our missing piece is Francis Bonnefoi. The glitz and glamour is rather… lost on us both. We’re pretty immune to it now. However… I just see you omegas have it much harder. The conditions I’ve seen, and heard of… how do you handle the pressures?” The interviews continue, and mathew slowly eats through his crepes, wishing francis could have been Hone to make his… these were good, but not not maple like francis normally makes his. Just for mathew, of course, but the whole family enjoys them.

When mathew sighs for the fifteenth time in am hour he pulls mathew closer, giving him a small kiss. “I’m done in a half hour… okay? Then my appointment and our hike. I miss him too, but we’re gonna have fun, remember?” mathew nods and smiles back, pulling out his own journal while gilbert finishes up. He doesn’t write about anything in particular, just takes in the colors and lights around him, musing about the work francis must go through as he models both omega cemtric and Alpha centric clothing. The make-up, and shapewear, and paddings he needs as a beta to do what he loves.

Mathew pokes gils arm while they’re in the waiting room.

“Babe… what do you think?” he asks, telling gil what sections to read. Gil reads the entry with a bit of surprise. “wow, birdie… this is actually really good… I’ll call my contacts, but if they consent, I can help you get this published if you’d like” he smiles. “it would be nice to show the world how much humanities backbone really does to keep this world moving… I can’t believe I didn’t think of it this way honestly.” He smiles . MMathews eyes widen with a little bit of surprise. “really? It’s good? I doubt my grammar is even quite right… I mean, I’m fluent in French and all but… sometimes I’m not so good at writing it… more just speaking it. I don’t know if I could translate it right…” gil kisses him. “birdie, we could send it over to the US and Canada or to England too. We don’t need to submit it here.” He points out. Mathew nods excitedly.

“that would be amazing!” he grins, and kisses gil again as they are called back to the doctors office.

Mathew thoughts were all jumbled again after the appointment, as he and gil sit in their car, going nowhere. Mathews ears ring as the doctor informs them of gils chances. Stage four… could be five years or it could be five months… immediate chemotherapy treatment is adviseable… he needs to rest… no the hike is a bad idea… we can start treamemt today…

Gilbert was sitting in the passengers seat, looking like shit. He has Sweat on his forehead, and a waste bin between his legs. “lets… let’s go home, and nest… okay?” mathew says with a wobbly smile. Gilbert frowns deeply. “No… I promised you a hiking trip. I don’t care what the doctor says I should do today, exercise is important. Let’s go… we… we don’t know how much I can do, but… if we drive in a little further than normal, I bet we can still make it to our clearing. “

Our clearing the place where mathew and gilbert had met was deep into the ardennes, mathew doubted gilbert could hike that far from their normal trailhead, but… there is a shorter trail if they drive around further, but that’s an extra hour of driving… but two less hours of hiking. “alright… I… are you sure?” he asks gently, kissing his albinos cheek. Gilbert nods with a weak, but undoubtedly overjoyed and excited smile. Mathew caves, nodding in agreement. “okay, love. Let’s go.” He smiles gently, and begins to drive. Mathew relaxes as their landscape shifts to trees and snow, excited for the rest of their day himself. He stops a few times as gilbert needs out to stretch, and gilbert even threw up a couple times, but other than that they were having a good day. They get to finally park and get out after another thirty minutes, the fresh Crisp mountain air seeming to already do wonders for gilbert.

“Birdie… how’re you?” he asks, smiling as brightly as he’s ever. Well, at least pretty close. Mattie kisses him, wrapping his arms around his neck with a coo. “m good… I’ve got my Alpha, and the woods, and snow…” he punctuates each good fortune with a kiss. “I mean… francis here too would be nice, but this way we can walk the last mile or so.” Gilbert chuckles, nodding in agreement and grabbing Mathews hand.

Their walk is more or less quiet, as they walk hand in hand slowly, in no rush to get to their destination. Mathew rests his head on Gilbert’s shoulder as they go, getting deeper into the woods, going a little odd the normal trails. “I’ve missed our hiking dates.” He smiles, pecking gils jaw. Gilbert hums in agreement, pullimg slightly away to pull out his phone, and h starts taking pictures, mostly of mathew and the woods… but he’s too awesome to not have a couple selfies too of course. To document this new turn in his life.

He takes matties hand again when he’s done, the omega blushing softly at the attention and practically cooing, pleased his Alpha was being himself. Gilbert notes this, and smiles widely. “I love you.” He smiles, content with Mathews kiss in reply. He squeezes matties hand as he thinks to himself about the upcoming future. He could do this. He can fight the odds his doctors are presenting him with. He has to. For their sake. He starts to frown, but before Mattie notices they have reached their clearing.

“Hey birdie!” he grins brightly. “let’s take some pretty pictures of you so one can get put up with the online versions of your article.” He grins. Mathew blushes.

“gil, really, I’m sure I don’t need any of that…” gil kisses his cheek. “nonsense… you lool great, and this is like… the perfect place for you. You’re more… you out in the wild.” He grins. Mathew sighs, and caves in. They start out with mattie simply standing and smiling like he would for a school picture, but then gil has him do all sorts of poses. Hanging off a tree, gathering snow into a snowball, throwing said snowball, sitting in various positions, and laying on his belly, Hen finally on his back with a large smile. Gil puts his phone in his pocket after one last picture.

“Nein… stay like that.” He instructs, and lowers himself so he is over mathew. Mattie blushes deeply, breath quickening at the thoughts of where this position normally takes them. Gilbert chuckles, leaning over and shifting so he’s laying with a fair bit of his weight on mathew, kissing the omega gently until he’s relaxed, nuzzling his neck after. “there we go… you haven’t been relaxed in a while… it was so good to see you laughing, and relaxed, and carefree… really.” He smiles, and then rolls them over so matties on his chest, and they lie there in the snow until they notice it slowly starting to get darker. Gil sighs softly, knowing they need to make their way home.

“Alright… lets go, birdie… I bet kuma and gilbird are missing us.” He grins. Mattie humms, nodding lazily in agreement. “I suppose…” he yawns, slowly sitting up for a few minutes before he stands, and helps gil get to his feet. Their walk back takes nearly half the time it did getting to the clearing, but neither of them really wanted to be caught out here at night, not with the chance of more snow and the potential for ice on the paths. Mayhew takes their hiking packs and puts them back into his trunk, before climbing into the drivers seat.

“hey… gilly? “ he looks over to Gilbert with a soft smile. “yeah, birdie?”

“thank-you for today… I… I needed it. We needed it. I only hope… I… I hope francis can get some time to relax just you two too… then…aa date together? It’s. ..be a long while since francis or I had you to ourselves, or even me and francis had time to ourselves… it’s nice every now and then.” He kisses gilbert softly. “sleep, mon amour. “ gilbert smiles, pecking Mathews cheek before he yawns.

“I will, I will… and I agree. This was good… really good.” He grins over at Mattie, watching his face as he drives until sleep finally pulls gilbert under.

#abo #omegaverse #alpha/beta/omega dynamics #alpha/beta/omega au #polyamory #trio #aph france #aph canada #aph prussia #prufranada #nanowrimo #nano 2018 #nanowrimo 2018 #my writing #i only own my writing not the original series #hetalia

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The Colour of You

Stranger: [Soulmate AU: You see color when you make eye contact with your soulmate. Please reply as anyone who's trying to set Keith up with Lance.] For the last time, I'm done with all these blind dates. None of them ever work out and I'm getting sick of all the rejection. -K

You: You keep saying that, but you always show up to them. Don't you think you can skip the dramatics this time and just go meet the guy? P I seriously think this is going to work out this time. P

Stranger: Because you call Shiro and literally make him drag me out of my house. -K Doubtful. -K

You: You can't blame me for having methods. P Stop being so negative. It might work. You don't know. P

Stranger: Yeah yeah, whatever. -K If it hasn't worked the past twelve times it won't now. -K

You: You have to meet your soulmate sometime, Keith. P

Stranger: Which isn't going to happen, I probably don't even have one. -K

You: Of course you have one. P I swear to god, I will drag you out of the house myself this time. I won't even call Shiro. P

Stranger: I'm not going Pidge and that's final. I have comics to finish, I don't have time for this. -K

You: Then I'll send him to your house. P

Stranger: If he comes I'm calling the cops. -K

Stranger: I'm not interested Pidge. -K

You: You wouldn't call the cops. Shiro would kill you. P I know you want to find your SM. Stop whining about it and let me help you. P

Stranger: He'd probably be the cop who shows up honestly. -K You've tried helping but nothing works, maybe I need to stop pushing it or something. -K

You: He's really excited to meet you, Keith. I've been talking you up to him for weeks. P

Stranger: [...] Let me guess you buttered me up so I don't sound like a cosplaying hermit who does costume commissions and art online and never leaves the house unless I need to run errands? -K

You: Actually, no. P For once, I think I actually managed to find someone as geeky as you are. He's in that art class I didn't want to take, and he actually makes it bearable because all he does it mumble stupid shit under his breath while the professor drones. AND the only thing he draws is fanart. He's not professional, but he's good at copying styles. I've seen some of the stuff he works on, which is why I mentioned you in the first place. P

Stranger: Huh. Is that so? -K

You: Yes. Now would you please get your head out of your ass and meet him? P

Stranger: [...] Maybe the next time I'm in town. -K

You: You're out of town? P

Stranger: No I'm at home. -K

Stranger: But I don't really have a reason to walk into town right now, so I'm staying home. -K

You: You HAVE a reason. His name is Lance, he draws anime like a nerd, and he WANTS to meet you. P

Stranger: [Long Delay] Where does he want to meet? -K

You: I told him you'd meet him for coffee at Red Lion. P

Stranger: What time? -K

You: In an hour. P

Stranger: Ugh... Fine.. I'll fucking be there. -K

You: I knew you would. Name your kids after me when it works out ;) P

Stranger: Only because Hunk is blowing my phone up. -K

You: You needed the push. P

Stranger: *middle finger emoji* -K

You: Oh, you know you love me. P Have fun on your date ;) P

Stranger: Shut up. -K

Stranger: A few minutes before they were supposed to meet up Keith walked into the cafe wearing a beanie over his long hair, torn up jean shorts, and an old shirt he bought in a thrift shop. With his messenger bag on his shoulder Keith looked around, visibly nervous before deciding to get himself a drink. Thinking back on it now, he probably should have asked what this guy looked like...

You: For what felt like the hundredth time, Lance pulled his phone out of his pocket and unlocked it, staring down at the text he'd received from Pidge with the location of the place he was supposed to meet Keith. Keith, who Pidge hadn't stopped talking to him about for the past month. Keith, who... Lance may or may not have had a teensy little crush on, just from the lengthy descriptions from Pidge. Oh, god, he was nervous. He was so nervous. He took a deep breath and pocketed his phone once more, staring out the windshield of his car. And then, the alarm on his phone went off, and he startled violently before laughing at himself nervously and locking the phone a second time, turning the alarm off. He exited the car and locked the door, huffing out a breath as he stepped into the cafe. It was a small place; he'd never been before, but Pidge had mentioned that it was one of Keith's favourite places around, so Lance was more than willing to try it. It wasn't incredibly crowded, but most of the tables had at least one person sitting at them as he gazed curiously around the establishment upon entering.

Stranger: While waiting for his drink to be made Keith found himself a small corner booth to set up in, putting his tablet up and laying a large sketch book close to him, his backpack sitting on the table decorated with all kinds of buttons- comics, anime, cartoons, fashion- you name it. Five minutes after three the barista stepped forward and put down a large frappe on the bar calling out the name Keith, which caught the artist's attention. He stood up and walked over, unaware Lance had entered the building as he grabbed his drink, leaving two dollars in the tip jar as he always did. He grabbed himself a straw before heading back to his seat, getting comfortable once more. Keith looked at the time and frowned, glancing around. Maybe he was being stood up..?

You: The sound of the barista calling out a name got Lance's attention out of habit, and he glanced towards the counter automatically, brain slowly processing the name that had been said. And then... Oh. Oh god. Keith. She'd said Keith, and that... Fuck. Holy /shit/, that was Keith. It had to be. Lance couldn't help staring at Keith as he got his drink, couldn't help the way his eyes went wide because /shit/, pictures of him and descriptions of him didn't do him justice. Keith was /hot/. Too hot. It was a little unfair. Lance only stopped staring when he felt someone bump into him from behind, and he realised that he'd stopped just inside the doorway. His face went red as he apologised to the stranger; he was certain that it had already been flushed at the sight of Keith across the room, but that wasn't important. He steeled himself, running a nervous hand through his hair and glancing down at himself before deciding that, yes, this was really happening, and making his way across the room. "...Keith?" he said as he approached the table Keith had sat down at. "I, uh... I'm Lance. Pidge wanted to... set us up?"

Stranger: Keith was sketching when he heard his name being called again, absentmindedly rubbing the scar that was on his right cheek while observing the 3D model on his tablet. "Yeah?" Keith looked up when he heard the other begin to explain himself, looking into his eyes, "Oh. Yeah, she mentioned-..." Keith slowly stopped speaking as color came into Lance's eyes before it began spreading across the entire room slowly, as if not to overwhelm Keith. This.. soulmate.. Pidge had actually.. found his soulmate..?

Stranger: [brb real quick]

Stranger: [back]

You: Lance grinned --albeit a little awkwardly-- as Keith looked up at him, but the grin dropped very quickly into a look of absolute awe as their eyes met. He'd heard of colour before; he'd heard of first meetings being magical, incredible, amazing things. But he'd never actually even been able to imagine what it would be like. He was staring at Keith again, but this time, he could /see/ him. His eyes were a brilliant colour, so blue they were nearly violet, and his jacket was... /red/, and... "Oh my god," he whispered, head whipping about as he registered what was happening before he situated his gaze back on Keith's face. He dropped into the booth, right across from Keith, careful not to hit anything on the table on the way down but unable to stand any longer. "Oh my god," he whispered again. "Holy shit. Do you... Do you see it too?"

Stranger: Keith nodded as he looked around, in awe of what he saw. He never knew there were so many shades of color in the world... Now he understood why Shiro wanted him to find his soulmate, this feeling.. the warmth in his chest, the colors in the room.. were /magical/. "... Yeah.. I- I see it too.." He informed, looking back to Lance as he gulped.

You: "You're my soulmate," Lance whispered reverently. He honestly hadn't known what to expect, coming here. Sure, he'd already had it bad for Keith, but he'd had crushes before, and /they'd/ never turned out very well. This... This was something entirely new. And it felt /incredible/. He had no idea what he was supposed to do, but it was hard to contain the glowing feeling in his chest. His hands fluttered for a moment in front of him before he dropped them onto the table, just in front of where Keith's array of admittedly-interesting objects stopped. "I can't believe it."

Stranger: "Neither can I.. Ugh, Pidge is never going to leave me alone when she finds out she was right.." He groaned, hesitating before putting his sketchbook and tablet away, resting his backpack n his lap. "... So.. soulmates.. Uh.. I don't.. know what to say..?"

You: There was absolutely nothing that was going to stop Lance from just /looking/ at Keith. The world could have ended right then and there, and Lance wouldn't have noticed or cared, because Keith was /gorgeous/. His hair was a deep ebony-black, rich and dark where it was peeking out from underneath the beanie on top of his head. His skin was pale beneath it, and his eyes... Fuck, Lance was going to be dreaming about those eyes for a long, long time. At the mention of Pidge, Lance made a mental note to send her a thank you card. Or a fruitbasket. Or... something else she would actually like. Maybe a new phone case? It didn't matter right then. What mattered was /Keith/. "I... don't, either. What do you say when you find the one person who was made to complete you, man?" He felt himself flush and rubbed his hands over his face briefly. "Oh, god. That was stupid. Sorry. I'm... not very good at talking. Actually, scratch that. Everyone always says that I'm too good at talking, because I don't know how to shut up." He dropped his hands again. "I just never know what to say, so I end up rambling... like I'm doing right now. Oh, god. Please just pretend I stopped talking, like... when I started."

Stranger: "I didn't think you actually existed." Keith stated bluntly at the first question, looking to the side and rubbing the long scar on his face, "... If it makes you feel better I'm shit at talking, so.. I usually just don't." He informed with a sigh, glancing to Lance, looking him over. He was pretty cute, hot too.. Tall and slim with bright blue eyes that Keith would try to find the perfect shade for so he could use in a future for a commission, messy brown hair that was somewhat styled.. But he had good fashion sense- much better than Keith that's for sure. "Relax, it's fine.. I don't know what to say either..."

You: It hadn't really been something that Lance had been drawn to look at immediately, but he did find his attention pulled to the scar on Keith's face when the other brought a hand up to brush against it. It seemed like a subconscious move, either to hide the scar or just to feel it, but either way... Lance couldn't help but wonder how he'd gotten it. He bit his lip against the question. Later. They would... Oh, god. They would have plenty of time for that later. For questions, and for answers, and for... learning about each other. "I'm pretty sure I exist," he stated, going for an easy smile. He was pretty sure he missed it by a mile, but hey. He was /nervous/. "You, um... Oh, god. Okay. I know we just met, and found out we're soulmates and everything, but..." He blew out a harsh breath, making a "hhh" sound. "I've literally been thinking about meeting you since Pidge showed me a picture of you for the first time, and just..." He made the sound again before planting his elbows on the table and dropping his face into his hands to hide what he knew must be a spectacular blush. "You're even more attractive in person and it's throwing me off, man. Especially in colour." He groaned, everything coming out just a tad muffled through his fingers.

Stranger: Keith's entire face turned red as Lance spoke, the male sputtering before turning to look away, pulling his beanie down in an attempt to hide how flustered he was. "I.. I'm not that attractive, that's you.. I'm just.." Keith struggled to find the words, biting his lower lip, "I'm just.. me.. you're really attractive though, pleasing to the eye to look at." He stated bluntly, the flush spreading to his ears as he spoke, the man still scratching at his facial scar.

Stranger: [brb again, sorry]

You: ((No worries!))

You: Lance couldn't help himself; even though he was embarrassed, he couldn't keep his gaze off of Keith for more than a few seconds at a time, it seemed. He looked up again to find Keith blushing, and oh /god/ the pink tinge to his pale cheeks was a sight to behold. As Keith's compliment sunk in he giggled --giggled! fuck!-- and then, before he could think better of it, he was reaching across the table and gently placing a hand on Keith's wrist to stop him from scratching at his face. "I think you're really, really good-looking," he told him honestly, fervently, even though it made him flush again to say it. "Like, seriously. You're probably the most attractive person in town. Maybe even in the world. Or the universe. Probably all of those." He was rambling again, but damn if he could help it. Keith's wrist was warm beneath his hand, and... They were /touching/ now and that glowing feeling in his chest only felt more like it was going to burst out any second.

Stranger: Keith gulped, looking down at their hands before pulling his hand away. The purple eyed man removed his leather glove before reaching out, hand shaking slightly as he laced their fingers together, their palms touching. "..." He licked his lips, keeping an eye on their hands as he felt Lance's warm skin against his cold skin, ".. I think you're biased Mr. Lance Soulmate..." He teased quietly, looking up at him as he bit his lower lip, still holding his hand on the table. "You're the attractive one and that's fucking that.. Okay?"

You: For a split second, Lance was afraid that he'd overstepped some invisible boundary when Keith pulled his hand away. He was just getting ready to stammer out an apology when Keith reached out again, and anything that Lance was going to say was lost in a haze of "Oh my god he's holding my hand he's /holding my hand/ and it feels so nice." And then Keith was /teasing him/, and Lance was pretty sure he was going to melt into the floor because the little mischievous glint in his eye was the cutest fucking thing he'd ever seen in his entire life. "Why can't we both be attractive?" he somehow managed to get out, trying for a cocky grin that he was moderately sure actually looked right. His gaze was still on Keith's, though, and the awe in his eyes hadn't diminished one bit.

Stranger: The flush in his cheeks turned almost a dark red when Lance gave that smirk, stirring his insides. God he was so fucking gay... "... Good point." He borderline squeaked. That.. that was sinful. He could be adorable then /hot/? Shit.. He was so gay it wasn't even funny...

You: Oh, man. That was... Keith was literally the actual cutest thing Lance had ever seen in his life, and it was going to kill him. He was pretty sure his heart was going to jump out of his chest, it was beating so quickly. "I try," he said through a laugh, squeezing Keith's hand gently. The grin softened to a genuine happy smile as he calmed again, the laughter fading. "You're my soulmate," he stated softly, holding on just a little more tightly to Keith's hand. "I'm so lucky."

Stranger: Keith couldn't help but laugh as Lance spoke in awe, squeezing his hand gently, "... So.. besides doing fanart in college what do you do?" Keith asked after a few seconds, stroking Lance's thumb with his own, focused on Lance's face. "Pidge didn't tell me a lot about you besides you two being in art class together..."

You: "She didn't tell you anything?" Lance asked, blinking. Okay, he and Pidge /seriously/ needed to have a conversation, because he was pretty sure he knew Keith's entire goddamn life story at this point. (That was a lie, but... he knew a fair bit about him, thanks to her incessant chatter over the past few weeks of class.) "Wow. Okay. Um..." He looked down at their conjoined hands, momentarily distracted by the gentle motion of Keith's thumb against his own. "I'm not as cool as you, that's for sure. I'm... really not that interesting, actually." No wonder Pidge hadn't told him anything. "I'm a Theatre Arts major with a background in Psychology... Long story. Not that interesting," he added with a sheepish smile. "But I work at a pet store to pay the bills. It's not great, but it's... y'know. Work." He shrugged a little. "Like I said. I'm just... me. Not that interesting."

Stranger: Keith hummed, "That's pretty neat, I couldn't do theater, camera and stage shy." He informed quietly, squeezing Lance's hand gently, "... Do you actually like animals, or is it just a job that pays for you?" Keith asked, finding himself fiddling with Lance's fingers absentmindedly, since he wasn't holding his usual fidget cube.

You: Once again, Lance found himself drawn to watch Keith's fingers play against his own. It was rather endearing to watch, actually, as he fiddled gently with the digits he was holding. "Oh, I love animals," he assured Keith, looking up at his face again to answer the question. "That was how I got the job in the first place, actually. I went in to get food for my cat, and I ended up in the little room they have with kittens, helping one of the people that worked there originally put them away because they were all being... well, kittens." He laughed, shaking his head. "And then they told me to apply, because they could use a 'cat wrangler' like me," he recalled. "It's not a bad gig. I didn't know anything about anything other than cats when I first started, but I know a ton now about all sorts of animals, so it's been neat."

Stranger: Keith grabbed his phone from his bag and tapped the screen a few times, looking through his photos before clicking on one. "I have a cat too." He informed as he showed a picture of his light orange cat, who was laying up in a homemade cat tower napping. "Her name's Socks."

You: Lance let out a soft gasp when Keith pulled up the photo, gently placing his hands around Keith's and tilting the phone so that he could better see the screen. "Oh, my god. She's so precious?!" He looked from the photograph to Keith, grinning. "She's adorable. Hang on, I think I have..." He trailed off, tugging his own phone out and scrolling through it for a second before tapping on a photograph and pulling up a picture of a small grey ball of fuzz curled up in a patch of sunlight on a carpeted floor. "This is my baby," he said proudly. "Zuli's a sweetheart... Unless she gets catnip. Then she's a demon. But I love her anyways."

Stranger: Keith got off his chair a little bit to lean forward, tilting the phone so he could see better. "... She's cute, looks really young." He hummed, sitting back in his chair, refusing to let go of Lance's hand. "I remember when Socks was that small, though it wasn't all that long ago, she's not even two yet."

You: Lance clicked the lock button automatically and set his phone face-down on the table in front of him. "Yeah. She's almost a year, now, I think?" He crinkled his nose a little in thought and then nodded decisively. "Yeah. Ten months or so, I wanna say. I can't wait until she grows out of her troublemaking phase. If... she grows out of it. Does Socks still knock things off of shelves just for the hell of it?" he asked, laughing good-naturedly.

Stranger: "... Usually just her toys or nonbreakable objects." Keith informed with a hum, "She thankfully doesn't do it really often, mostly if she wants attention and I've absorbed myself in my work."

You: Lance nodded sagely. "She could teach Zuli a lesson, then," he said. "I mean, to be fair, I'm pretty sure she thinks that everything that she can reach is a toy made just for her, so it might be a moot point," he added, squeezing Keith's hand again. It was... really easy to talk to him. The conversation felt natural, and holding his hand... It all just felt /right/.

Stranger: "Look into training her a bit, that's probably the best idea. Whenever Socks would knock something off I'd spray her in the face with some water." He informed, "It didn't take her too long before she learned that wasn't something to do and stopped."

You: "She /likes/ water," Lance said with a groan, shaking his head and then dropping it down to the table briefly, bumping his forehead against their entwined fingers. "Believe me, I've tried the spray-bottle. She thinks it's a game. Little weirdo," he added affectionately. "It's mostly alright. She doesn't usually knock expensive stuff down... Just crystals off my windowsill, mostly."

Stranger: Keith laughed quietly, hesitating before letting his hand go in favor of pushing Lance's bangs from his face, "That's a little odd.. hm.. I don't know then.." He murmured, resting his head on his other hand, watching Keith with a small, tender smile on his face, "Hm? Crystals?"

You: Lance felt his face heat under Keith's touch, but he leaned into the hand brushing his forehead with a soft smile. "Oh, y'know, like... Rocks with healing properties and stuff?" He sat up again and almost immediately snuck his hand back into Keith's, lacing their fingers together once more. "Quartz, Tiger's Eye, Malachite... My older sister got me into it. She's really into the whole... Aura, Crystal, Energy thing, and she turned me onto it. I wasn't sure about it at first, but it actually kinda helps." He dug in his front pocket with his free hand for a second before coming up with a black rock, smooth, shiny and shaped into a circle. "Here, see? This is Hematite. It helps with stress," he stated, holding it out for Keith to take.

Stranger: "... Oh, I've heard a little about that.. Hunk's mentioned it to me a few times I think when he came over to make sure I wasn't dead." Keith hummed, smiling as their fingers were laced back together. ".. That's neat.. Maybe you could teach me more sometime." He requested, reaching out to touch the rock but not taking it. He had no place to put it where it wouldn't get lost after all.

You: "I'd like that," Lance said with a soft, pleased smile, placing the rock on top of his phone and then returning his full attention to Keith in front of him. "It's really kinda cool. Every rock has different properties, and helps with different things." It took him a second to take stock of the rest of what Keith had said, and then, Lance's eyes widened. "Wait. Hunk. You know /Hunk/?" He cocked his head to the side. "How do you know Hunk?"

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The Remnant Branches

CH. 4 - There Isn't Anything Sweeter Than Revenge, or Love

Part 1: Hazel and Gretel

Hazel happens upon a former guardian of book known as Grimoire Weiss, the one that survived anyways. The two have much in common, and embark on a mission of revenge born from an incredible power. However, that same power threatens their retribution. That power is one they must hold onto no matter what.

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Hazel felt himself land flat on his back after having fell about three feet from the ground. Not the best way to start a mission, but, there had been worse starts to a mission. He got up, rubbing his back as he did so. In front of him was an imposing door. Behind him was a destroyed bridge with an even more imposing drop. With nowhere else to go, he pushed open the doors and entered the structure.

The structure was a building that very clearly managed to withstand the passage of time. It was in a great state of decay, but would surely hold up for the time being. As he drew closer to the center, he was amazed at its beauty. Light filtered down from above, providing specks of warmth in the cold concrete enclosure. A large tree, centuries, maybe even millennia old, stood in the center and rose to the heights of the structure. It would be a nice place to reflect and rest, if not for the shadows shifting about.

So these are shades.

He readied his fists and prepared to fight. There appeared to be about five surrounding him. Three of them wore armor and bore weapons. According to Salem’s information, they appeared to be violent by default. The other two were bare, having nothing but their dark, glowing form to protect them. Before they could swing their weapons, he lunged for the two defenseless shades and grabbed them. With a quick spin, he threw the two of them at the armored shades. Only one was able to dodge the attack.

While the naked shades dissolved and the two that were hit remained stunned, the undamaged one went in for an attack, jumping at the man. Hazel quickly side stepped to dodge the attack and brought a fist down onto the back of the monster, slamming it to the ground with a resonating echo. Despite having lost three comrades  in a mere moment, the remaining two were not deterred, to Hazel’s dismay. But, if they wanted to fight, they would get a fight. Together, they slashed at him, but hit only the air. Hazel decided to take his time to note the way they fought.

They tended to remain idle, holding their shields, and were slow fighters. Their movements were easily predictable. They would hop in the air before a jump attack, they would wind up before unleashing a slash of their sword. Such simple fighting would be of little use, so Hazel decided to finish them. With a swift punch, he hit a shade in the chest area, leaving a dent in the armor. It flew all the way until it hit a wall, slowly slumping to the ground as it faded from existence. Even their armor was weak.

The other backed off at this attack. Alone, it paced around Hazel, waiting for his move. It got impatient, and prepared to unleash a jump attack. Before the blade could even connect, Hazel grabbed the sword arm, stopping the shade mid jump to leave it dangling. He brought up his free fist, and brought it down into its unprotected face, sending the monster to its demise. He recoiled as it connected. It felt vaguely reminiscent of aura shattering. This was new information.

“Do these things have souls?” he wondered to himself. He brought up his hand, and saw blood on it. This was expected. For some unknown reason, these monsters bled.

A scan of the floor revealed nothing new, so he headed up the staircase. To another set of shades. Hazel let out a tired sigh. For a moment, he just stood there, staring at them as they stared back.

“Hmm...” Maybe I can just… run past them? So, that's just what he did. He ran straight past them, right through the line they formed. They tried to chase after him, but with their janky movements, they abandoned the chase after a moment. The fact that such a tactic worked astonished him. He continued his ascent through the broken and blissfully beautiful structure, passing by the weak shades who failed miserably at trying to chase him down.

Soon, he arrived at a door that led to a walkway outside. As he reached the roof, he was met with an incredible view. The ever-present sun shone above, its warmth making the outside a truly perfect place to rest and relax. Mist swirled far below, leaving a clear sky above. It was a place Gretchen would have loved. He sat down, his legs hanging off the edge, and looked into the distance. He sat there, listening to the wind pass, the water below sway, and the rustle of plant life, just as she would have done.

Hazel doesn’t know how long he sat there. The sun barely moves, so it’s hard to get a grip on the passage of time. According to the countdown on his scroll, its been half a day since he arrived, leaving six and a half days left in the expedition until it ended.

Deciding that he spent enough time in repose, he continued onto the roof, which had definitely seen better days as well. Shrubs and wild plants grew out of cracks, metal rods jutted out of concrete, and in some spots, the roof had collapsed, exposing the interior of the structure. Not to mention that the decay turned it into a maze. Hazel knew he was a big guy, so he tread forward with care. For all he knew, the ground beneath him could give away. Thankfully, such a scenario didn’t happen. It would have been a real pain to have to climb all the way back up.

After exploring what seemed like every corner of the roof twice, Hazel finally found a door, and beside it… “A letter box?” A quick examination of it yielded nothing. However, he started to notice shades beginning to form, and quickly opened the door and entered it. No reason to fight them if he didn’t have to. He let out a sigh of relief as the door shut with a loud echo. However, his relief was short-lived. A crash from above came from the other side of the long room.

A large metal beast with glowing red eyes roared at him. In its remaining arm was a beautiful, large, and deadly looking lance. Its terrifying face took up most of its body. Two tusks jutted from its lower set of teeth and two horns adorned the top of its head, its left one broken. This looked nothing like a typical shade, but it spoke like one.

I will not let you hurt them, vile vessel! It shouted in its unknown tongue. It held out its weapon in front of it, ready to fight, it appeared. Hazel would much prefer the shades outside as enemies, but this enemy could reveal some valuable information on shades, so he entered a fighting stance and slowly but cautiously advanced towards it. This enemy, however, was not slow by any means, despite being somewhat clunky in its bulky movements.

A heavy downward slash of its weapon caused the ground in front of it to ripple upwards into dangerous spikes, but the attack was dodged easily. Hazel moved in for the counter attack and struck its back with great force. However, the shade was unphased, and the armor undented. It felt as if it were reinforced with aura. Hazel quickly dashed away, surprised. Impossible! These things shouldn’t have an aura! He was caught off guard and was barely able to dodge a slash at his torso.

Now a more comfortable distance from the beast, Hazel studied it more. This thing had been a major fight before. What could have caused such damage? He wondered. It was certainly something much stronger than him, in one way or another. He saw it gear up to throw it’s weapon at him, and prepared himself, keeping his eyes on the weapon. At just the right moment, he hit the weapon’s length, disrupting its flow, and allowing himself to catch it. If he could not dent it, maybe its own weapon could. With the large weapon in hand, he faced the monster

How dare you!? That is my brother’s weapon! My brother’s! You will pay for even touching Hansel’s weapon! Gretel wailed. You will perish! With a roar, she summoned her weapon, and began her vicious spinning attack. She moved faster than Hazel anticipated, and he was knocked back against a wall when Gretel struck him. She continued her attack, crossing the room in mere seconds and bouncing from wall to wall like a kid in a sugar rush. This time, Hazel was more prepared and was able to brace himself with the weapon. Each time she struck, he was sent backwards, all the way until he was cornered. She stopped just in front of him, blocking any path of escape.

Now you will perish, vile vessel! She slashed her weapon, but Hazel blocked it with the weapon he had caught. Gretel pushed against him with all her might, trying to impale him with the weapon’s spikes. Even with a single arm, she was overpowering him enough to be right in his face. Desperate, and aura focused on his body, he placed his hand on the metal beast to try and push it back.

“That will─ !” She jumped back in surprise while Hazel also stood there, shocked. You are no replicant. You have a soul! A dozen small shades jumped down from above and landed near Gretel.

Do you know what this means? said one.

We’ll have our bodies back soon! exclaimed another.

We’re finally going to be able to feel the sunshine again! cried a third.

But why was he reunified before you, Gretel? You’re a high priority.

Maybe he was some rich dude who paid his way to the top of the list.

Does he look rich to you? The small shades looked at him, and turned back to each other.

No, he really doesn’t.

When we get our bodies back, please don’t let me end up dressed like him.

While the smaller shades talked amongst themselves, Gretel approached Hazel, who had just sunk down and listened to the odd conversation, thankful the fight was over. She held out her hand, and Hazel took it as she helped him up. Hazel felt a weird wave of energy run through him, giving him a chill that ran through his body. She let go, and they stared at each other.

“My codename is Gretel, though it's been so long I've forgotten my real name, so Gretel will do. And your name is?”

“Hazel.”

“Hazel, you bring good news I assume, being one of the first Gestalts to successfully reunite with their Replicant.”

“What?”

“What?? Did you hit your head? Or perhaps the process was not as successful as thought...”

“Uhh, I’m not from here. I’m from another world.” he told her blandly. Gretel only stared at him. A moment passed.

“I suppose that makes sense. You wouldn’t be the first to come from another world. Although last time, it did not go so well.” Hazel could only be confused as she said that. “It’s a long story.”

“Does it involve magic and you shades?” he asked.

“Yes, actually.”

“Then I have time for it.”

“If you say so. Get comfortable.” She went on to explain the incident at Tokyo with the red dragon that brought magic and the beast that brought WCS, what she knew about Project Gestalt, and some of the problems that were arising with the Project. By the time she finished that, the rest of the day had passed and the small, incomplete shades had since left, leaving Gretel and Hazel alone.

“Me and my brother, Hansel, were brought here by the Leckermaul Organization. As children are more receptive to magic, they had trained since we were young to fight the Legion. Me and my brother were so well skilled, that we were given the task to guard Grimoire Weiss. As payment, they were given high priority in Project Gestalt. We were grateful, but what mattered was that we were together. As long as we had each other, we would be alright. We were the only family we had left after all. For so long, we upheld our duty.“ Her tone shifted. It was much angrier than before. “And then one day, a Replicant wanders in here, a young boy at that, and has Grimoire Weiss betray us! And kills my brother!” She was visibly shaking with rage and sadness, and Hazel knew the feeling all too well.

“I get how you feel. I lost my sister, Gretchen. Only real family I had. She was a child then, and was on a mission to hunt the monsters of our world, Grimm. And she didn’t come back. She was failed, and I will avenge her.” The same rage and sadness consumed him, evident in his voice.

“I had thought of revenge too. At first I was depressed. and then I desired revenge. I thought that if I lived to avenge Hansel, I would still be able to live for him just as I did before. But, I ran into the smaller shades you saw earlier, and learned that love is a better thing to live for than revenge.”

“Hmm. To each their own.”

“What do you intend to do with your life once you get your revenge then?”

“Don’t know. Doesn’t matter.”

“Would your sister want you to say that? Would she want you to live for revenge, or for love?” Anger and realization struck Hazel. He wanted to argue with Gretel with that, but knew she understood him, and knew the answer to that.

“Wouldn’t your brother want you to avenge him?!” he deflected.

“Yes, he would. But I know he would want me to live on and be happy above all else. My revenge would be a suicide mission, so I can’t let him down and throw my life away.”

“Sorry for shouting.” Hazel apologized. She meant no harm.

“I understand.” she said calmly. Hazel took some comfort in the fact that he knew she did understand. They sat there in the quiet until Gretel broke the silence.

“Hansel and Gretel, Hazel and Gretchen, a funny coincidence that our names are similar, hmm?”

“Yeah, that is kind of funny, like fate or something.”

“Fate or not, I am glad. It was nice to talk with someone who understands.”

“I’ll agree with you there.” Hazel said, but turned his head down to think for a moment. “Hey, can you tell me about Hansel?”

“I would love to.” she said. “We were always together, for practically everything. We were twins after all, with me being the older one. He always called me an old lady for that.” she laughed. “He was loud, definitely loud,” she said reminiscently, “but always happy. He never failed to cheer me up or make me smile. I always thought he was too good for his own good. He could have stood to be tougher considering our line of work, but he wouldn’t be Hansel if he were tough as nails. The only thing he ever got serious over was sweets. All the other children knew not to mess with his sweets. Only two people had to learn that the hard way, me and Mrs. Leckermaul, a hag of a lady. He started the rumor that she killed her husband and ate him. And she started the Leckermaul Organization so she could eat children. She was actually convicted of cannibalism. Officially, she died because she tripped and fell into her oven and couldn’t get out. But if you ask me, she just had a little push in the direction she deserved.” Her implication that she killed the hag was not unnoticed.

“Sounds like you two lived quite the life.”

“That, we did. I was just happy we had each other. So, care to tell me about your sister? I’m sure you two lived an eventful life.”

“Surprisingly, our life was kind of boring. At least, it would have been more boring if it weren’t for her. Gretchen actually kind of reminds me of Hansel. She was also my younger twin, always happy and always making me happy. she always knew when we needed some time to relax. We grew up in an orphanage and moved into an academy when we got the chance. There, we learned how to hunt grimm, and we made our own weapons. To everyone's surprise, she made a regular old gun. Most people expected a war hammer-gun, or a sword-gun, or even a Scissor-gun or something equally flashy and loud to match her demeanor.”

“I take it your world likes making other weapons into guns.” She said as she studied her weapon. “Such innovations would have made my job a lot easier.”

“Yeah. I guess so. All the advancements in weaponry in the world can do so much though.” he said, and Gretel thought back to the child that bested her and her brother.

“I suppose you’re right.” another moment of silence.

“Have you…” Hazel hesitated, “ever thought about just ending your life, to join them?” Hazel asked.

“No, I haven't. Have you?”

“No. I─ I just wondered. I was told by a lot of people that I might feel like that, but I didn’t. I always thought that made me a bad brother, in a sense.”

“Like you didn’t love them enough to want to be with them even in death? You aren't a bad sibling for feeling that way. We’re similar, you and I. We have immense will, a will to live and survive, no matter what. We will see our will though, to the very last thread of life we have.” Just then, a loud sound echoed through the shrine.

“What was that?” Hazel asked, on edge from the booming noise.

“Someone is here.”

“I’ll go and check it out.” Hazel said. He knew he wasn’t the best scout on account of how large he was, but he would be better at it than Gretel at least.

“No, I’ll have my friends see to it. They will be much better at it than you, or me for that matter.”

“Hm." he hummed in agreement. With that, she sent out her friends to scout on the intruders. “Any idea who it might be?” he asked once they left.

“I think.” she said. “It could be the boy who killed my brother five years ago. I heard he’s been going around with an odd group, slaughtering Gestalts without remorse or reason.”

“Someone like him isn't worthy of life.” Hazel growled.

“Gretel! It’s him! He’s here! He looks older, but I know it’s him! He still has Grimoire Weiss too!” shouted a small shade that popped up out of nowhere.

“There’s also some lanky man with them. He’s got on a cape and mean face.” added another shade.

“He is kinda hot though.” said another shade.

“Qrow…” Hazel said quietly.

“Yeah, sure, his hair was black like a crow’s.” said another that popped up by his leg, catching Hazel by surprise.

“Gretel, I say we take the fight to them. We have the element of surprise.”

“I can’t.” She said.

“Why?!” Hazel demanded. “You can have your revenge! I'm make sure you live on, just as your brother wanted!”

“I admire the gesture, but... I can’t leave this room. My armor is bound to this room, and without it, I won’t be able to do much.”

“Dammit! Isn’t there another way then?” He pleaded. “You deserve your revenge!”

“There is one…” she said, wondering if it was even worth mentioning.

#Hazel Rainart #Gretel (NieR) #rwby #Nier #The Remnant Branches #There Isn't Anything Sweeter Than Love or Revenge #3.3k words #Here we are! #A fic i really really liked writing #oh yeah back to this format for this series #mostly because i liked hazel's chapter and the part titles

[junker-town]

Introducing ‘The Corden-Fieri Scale’ for athletes

Photo by CBS via Getty Images

Every single athlete falls somewhere on this.

Everyone loved James Corden in 2016. His late night show, inoffensive comedy, and carpool karaoke entranced the world with his polite, British comedy stylings. Then his star began to dim. People grew weary of Corden. A 2020 AMA on Reddit turned into a disaster of epic proportions, with less questions being asked than dozens of people sharing tales of what an epic dick Corden was. From yelling at servers in restaurants, to intentionally knowing only senior staff on his set and treating everyone else like dirt, rumors of Corden’s self-inflated ego were legendary, and he’s been taking a reputation hit ever since.

Rewind the same five years and Guy Fieri was a joke. People dunked on his fire shirts, his frosted tips, his donkey sauce, and piled on when celebrity chefs treated the Food Network star with disdain. Fieri took this all on his chin, and soon rumors got out about him too — this time about how genuinely nice, kind and caring he was about other people in his orbit. While James Corden was bombing on Reddit, Fieri was raising $21.5M for struggling restaurants in the middle of Covid, ensuring family businesses and mom-and-pop places found a way to stay afloat during massive economic struggle.

Every athlete you know, every athlete you love, and even the ones you hate — all have a place on the “Corden-Fieri Scale.” The ultimate taxonomy of popularity applicable to anyone famous, especially athletes. I posit that there are two paradigms of popularity: The Corden and The Fieri, cultural yin and yangs. People who the world loved and grew to detest, and those who were mocked, only to win hearts later.

There’s a critical caveat in applying the Corden-Fieri scale: We can’t apply it to genuinely garbage humans, regardless of their fame in sports. Those who have perpetrated violent crimes or discriminatory acts, putting them on the Corden path are disqualified. These people don’t deserve being ranked in this harmless exercise. Like Corden and Fieri themselves, the goal of the scale is to see how the public reacts to people’s genuine personalities becoming known by the wider populace, and how we adapt to it.

To best understand the Corden-Fieri Scale let’s apply it to a few notable players in the NFL and NBA .

Tom Brady, Kevin Durant (Strong Corden)

This isn’t about how a player is perceived by the fanbase, but in the wider culture of sports. Over the years fans have grown weary of Brady, and he’s been a state of Cordening himself since 2005 or so.

Frustration with his winning, his lack of personality, the manufactured online presence he has, then the supplement company that bilked $1M from small businesses during Covid, Brady is the epitome of an athlete who has been on a strong Corden trend for much of his NFL career.

There’s no question that early in his career Durant was on the path to True Fieri, but moving from Oklahoma City, forming a Warriors Super Team, faking online accounts to defend himself, then forming a new super team in Brooklyn have put him firmly on the path to becoming the NBA’s biggest Corden.

Paul George, Russell Wilson (Leaning Corden)

Paul George was generally liked among NBA fans, but his moves after Indianapolis put him firmly on a path to Corderndom. We’re not talking out-and-out hatred quite yet, but people are growing weary of the promise that George is one of the best players in the NBA, only to see that fail to materialize. Sprinkle in some playoff failures and chasing a super team and you have all the trappings of someone destined to be a long-time Corden.

When it comes to Wilson he too has been generally liked, but he’s always been seen as a little corny. Hawking alkaline water didn’t help his cause, but much like Corden himself, people are just growing tired of Wilson.

Larry Fitzgerald, Tim Duncan (True Neutrals)

There’s no question of the greatness of Fitzgerald and Duncan, but does anyone really have a strong feeling one way or another? They both seem like genuinely nice, moderate guys who don’t make waves in either direction.

Kyrie Irving, Aaron Rodgers (Leaning Fieri)

Kyrie Irving is a fascinating case of the chaotic on the scale. There’s no question that since entering the league Irving was on the path to becoming one of the NBA’s biggest Cordens. His adherence to flat earth theory and tendency to bounce around teams didn’t ingrate him to fans. But, since arriving in Brooklyn he’s become a paragon of the Fieri turnaround. Whether it’s fighting for athlete rights, calling out injustice, or making his voice heard — Irving is on a path to Flavortown.

Outside of Green Bay (and, well, the NFC North) there weren’t a lot of strong feelings about Aaron Rodgers outside of his on-field play. Recent off-field moments, whether it’s hosting Jeopardy! or announcing his engagement to Shailene Woodley has put him on a path to generally people liking him and moving from a neutral, to a Fieri.

Tony Romo, Giannis Antetokounmpo (True Fieri)

Tony Romo never, ever got enough credit as a player — but as an announcer he’s become one of the most beloved figures in football. His faultless announcing style, paired with his overall likeability has made Romo the firmest Fieri in the NFL’s orbit. Nobody has anything bad to say about Romo, and we all love him.

Similarly, Giannis Antetokounmpo is almost universally loved by NBA fans, and has been since entering the league. The joy in which he plays the game, paired with a personality that’s magnetic makes him not only one of the league’s best players, but one of its most revered. Playing and thriving on a small market team helps, and unless there’s a major change in his future we can expect Giannis to be a strong Fieri in the NFL for a long time.

Rapid fire, as dictated by the SB Nation staff.

Shaquille O’Neal: Leaning Corden.

Alex Rodriguez: Leaning Fieri.

Randy Moss: True Fieri.

Brett Favre: Strong Corden.

Cris Cyborg: Leaning Fieri.

Rob Gronkowski: True Fieri.

Serena Williams: True Fieri.

Mike Krzyzewski: Leaning Fieri.

Urban Meyer: Leaning Corden.

Novak Djokavic: Strong Corden.

Annika Sorenstam: Leaning Corden.

Margaret Court: Strong Corden.

Hope Solo: Strong Corden.

Jim Boeheim: Leaning Fieri.

Tiger Woods: Leaning Fieri.

Lance Armstrong: Strong Corden.

Zach Randolph: True Fieri.

Try this method yourself. Every single athlete, coach, or owner can be put on the Corden-Fieri Scale. This will consume a lot of your day thinking about it, so be warned.

[squirenonny]

[whispers] soulmate au where you can steven universe style fuse with your soulmate(s)

*star eyes* Oh my gosh I love this idea!

So.

Everyone is born with a gem/precious stone (or sometimes a metal or mineral that wouldn’t normally be considered a gemstone) somewhere on their body. This isn’t a full-on gemsona situation, but gemstones as this AU’s soulmark equivalent.

There’s a hereditary component to what gem you get, but it’s not simple inheritance. (i.e. You have a higher probability of having the same gem as one of your parents, and some family lines run relatively pure, but it’s also common to share a gem with a more distant relative, or to have something your family hasn’t seen in recent generations)

Gems come in “families,” so even if a certain bloodline runs pure, there’s still going to be a little variation. For example, the beryl family–beryl, emerald, aquamarine, heliodor, ect–are very closely related. Hunk’s family tends toward beryl gems.

On that topic:

Hunk has a heliodor (a stone associate with warmth and sunshine) on his chest [example of a heliodor]

Pidge has a malachite (associated with nature and supposedly good at preventing sensory overload) at the nape of her neck [example of malachite]

Matt has a goethite (associated with grief and raw emotion, often found with malachite deposits) on the inside of his wrist [example of goethite]

Shiro has a black opal (associated with karma and the cosmos, and often thought to bring misfortune despite also being regarded as a healing stone; the black variant is notable for the stark contrast with the blues, greens, reds, and yellows contained within) at his collarbone [example of a black opal]

Lance has a turquoise (associated with luck and ambition, but also unity and leadership, and said to confer protection if given to you by a friend) on the back of his left hand [example of turquoise]

Keith has a vein of luxite (the metal in his mother’s blade, and not something anyone on Earth recognizes) across his right palm. He wears his gloves in part to hide it.

Theoretically, anyone can fuse with anyone else, but the vast majority of fusions are unstable. There’s no way to tell who can form a stable fusion with whom until it happens

The official definition of “soulmate” is “a pair or grouping that can remain fused indefinitely.” Since it’s obviously impossible to prove that you can stay fused forever, and since most unstable fusions fall apart quickly, the cutoff is often set at five minutes. Any people who can stay fused longer than that are considered soulmates (if they choose to label themselves that way.)

There’s also no way to tell from gems or from the fusion itself if the bond is romantic or platonic. You’d have to ask the people involved.

That doesn’t stop people from coming up with a millions theories anyway. (”Romantic partners always have the same gem!” “Romantic partners NEVER have the same gem!” “Platonic partners will always have gems in the same family!” “There are romantic sets–but good luck reaching an agreement on what the sets are.”)

Fusions look just like regular people with a few exceptions: they’ll have 2+ gems, but depending on placement you might not be able to tell; their eyes will usually be banded the colors of members of the fusion, but you have to look closely to notice; and there will sometimes be additional markings in the colors of the gems, often forming a trail connecting the two gems.

Other than those minor physical differences, fusions are also notably different if you look at brain scans. They don’t generally maintain two (or more) separate consciousnesses, but they retain the knowledge, memories, and capabilities of the people involved, and they tend to have much higher levels of brain activity on any given task. Fusions who are familiar with their fused state tend to be more dexterous, have better reflexes, and be physically stronger than their unfused counterparts, and they tend to solve problems more quickly and more efficiently.

The rest of this (i.e. the Voltron ‘verse story) is going under a cut because this is already long.

Matt and Shiro accidentally fused one day during training for the Kerberos mission. They were completing a simulation where the engines had failed halfway to Kerberos and life support was flickering. Very high pressure situation and all that. Sam was “injured” for the purposes of the simulation–able to give advice over the radio, but confined to the “med bay” (control booth where Iverson was supervising). Matt and Shiro got into a rhythm, to the point that they didn’t immediately realize they’d fused. It wasn’t until they couldn’t get Sam to respond to one of their questions–they thought it was part of the simulation and his condition had turned critical or something, and Matt turned to ask Shiro if he had repairs in hand so Matt could go check on Sam, and then suddenly it hit them.

The mission control team was ecstatic about this development–fusion-capable teammates are a huge advantage to any crew, and Shiro and Matt proved to be highly stable. They had to undergo special training and classes about when it is and isn’t appropriate to fuse during a mission–it’s a matter of balancing hands to cover all stations with the enhanced capabilities of the fusion–and how to make sure their personal relationship didn’t become a liability, but they were just as giddy about it as Iverson and the others.

They weren’t fused when they were captured, and they were kept in different cells prior to the Arena, but when they were led to the vestibule and Matt was told he was going to be fighting first, Shiro fused with him on instinct. The other prisoners instantly backed against the walls, and the guards came with strange weapons that disrupted the fusion, forcing Shiro and Matt apart–apparently fusions are a highly revered part of Galra battle culture, and prisoners are too crude to be allowed to take part.

The force de-fusion left them both reeling. Shiro recovered first, using the pain and confusion as an excuse to lash out at Matt, wounding him and keeping him out of the Arena. (Matt, still dazed at the time, looked horribly betrayed by the act, and Shiro always wondered whether Matt thought Shiro really meant it.)

Fusion is actually a fairly common thing, though most people find it too inconvenient to do it frequently, or else haven’t found anyone they have a stable fusion with. First fusions usually happen either with family around 10-12 years old or with friends/partners in the early to mid teens, and in both cases are usually highly unstable and last only a few seconds.

Lance first fused with an older cousin when he was ten (it’s happened once or twice since, but never lasted more than a minute)

Hunk first fused with Lance when he was 13 (by their third or fourth fusion, they’d stabilized, and after going to space they often fuse just to feel less alone)

Pidge first fused with Matt when she was 9 and he was teaching her how to build a robot (they stayed fused until the robot was done, about two hours later, at which point Sam walked in, asked how long they’ve known they could fuse, and got a blank look in return.)

Shiro first fused with his twin brother when they were 11 (they’re very inconsistent–they have been fused for an hour at a time, but just as often they’ll immediately split apart, and they aren’t entirely sure why except that sometimes being fused makes them feel further apart than sticking to their same old rhythms.)

Keith didn’t fuse until he was 16 and had known Shiro for about a year. Keith had picked a fight with another student at the Garrison, Shiro came along to break it up, and they ended up accidentally fusing, which scared the shit out of the other cadet. Shiro and Keith’s fusion barely lasted thirty seconds, mostly because Keith was freaked out by the whole experience–he’d honestly started to think he wasn’t capable of fusion with anyone. They fused a few more times (with more success) either so that Shiro could show Keith how to fly the simulators or because Keith wanted to take Shiro out into the desert on his cheap-ass hoverbike, which really was only built to hold one.

Hunk and Shay fused, briefly, during the battle for the Balmera. Hunk uses the fact that they fell apart after about two minutes to prove to Pidge that they aren’t in love (and Pidge doesn’t need to know that they fused again later and made it to ten minutes before they both got bashful and de-fused.)

During Crystal Venom, Allura kinda accidentally fused with the ship’s crystal? It’s really, really not supposed to work that way, but Alfor’s AI tricked her into thinking she was fusing with him, and… yeah. Turns out the lions can mimic fusion (in fact, that’s what the Voltron itself drew inspiration from). The five lions force themselves partway into Allura’s fusion with the castle, destabilizing the whole thing and allowing Allura to come back to herself so she can break Alfor’s memory core and save them all.

During The Black Paladin, Keith partially fuses with Red, and Zarkon tries to force a fusion with Black. It doesn’t work, but the attempt leaves Shiro shaken and Black reluctant to fuse with Shiro at all, at least until the events of Space Mall. On the astral plane, Shiro and Black fuse (spiritually, if not physically) and cast Zarkon out for good.

Ulaz also has luxite as his gem–it’s relatively common for Galra, and that in combination with the blade that matches Keith’s makes him very, very nervous about what he’s going to learn about himself when he goes to the Blade headquarters. He hasn’t fused with Shiro since Shiro came back, and he still hasn’t managed to fuse with anyone–despite Pidge and Hunk managing it briefly once when they were working on the lions, Shiro and Allura fusing while Zarkon was chasing the castle across the universe, and even Lance and Allura fusing once when Lance flirted with her–and promptly de-fusing so violently they both skidded halfway across the bridge.

Part of the Trials of Marmora is supposed to be achieving a stable fusion with an established Blade, under the understanding that someone who’s loyal to Zarkon wouldn’t be able to remain fused with a rebel. Keith doesn’t manage it (maybe because they don’t tell him he’s supposed to try, and the allies who come in to help him fight are so aggressive that Keith assumes they’re just more enemies. He lets them take out each other, but fights on his own, as he always has.) He awakens his blade at about the same time as Shiro crashes the test, but Kolivan is still intent on taking it back since he didn’t manage a fusion.

Then Keith and Shiro fuse (unintentionally, and it takes a moment to stabilize because Keith is all too aware of Shiro’s history with the Galra and the fact that Keith himself is Galra. Shiro holds on, though, and once Keith realizes Shiro isn’t pulling back, he relaxes and the fusion stabilizes.) Kolivan accepts this as passing the trials less because it actually counts and more because two fused paladins isn’t someone he wants to make an enemy of.

Keith and Hunk fuse, briefly, inside the Weblum–something Acxa finds fascinating, if slightly troublesome. Lotor’s team can fuse in nearly any combination they want to (Acxa has trouble fusing with Zethrid, and Ezor with Narti, but other than that they’re all pretty well in sync.) That’s always been the greatest advantage they had, but if the paladins can also fuse…

Fusion, as it turns out, can deepen the Voltron bond. The team finds this out when they face Zarkon at the end of season 2 and achieve a partial 5-way bond. Because they’re each in their own lions, they can’t physically fuse, but the familiar mind-link becomes a literal single mind as their consciousnesses fuse. When Haggar rips them apart, the effects are staggering and that, more than even the Quintessence drain, nearly kills them, but they pull it together and manage to defeat Zarkon.

Lance and Allura fuse again just after Allura first pilots Blue, when Lance is helping her figure out how to bond with her lion. It’s still awkward, but far more stable than their first disastrous attempt, and it does, actually, help Allura get in sync with Blue.

Actually, Lance kinda wishes he could fuse with Keith and get inside Red’s head, but so far it hasn’t happened. They’re close–on Thayserix, when Lance and Keith are alone and Keith admits he’s screwed everything up–when Lance acknowledges the truth in that statement but moves immediately to “Let’s fix it (together)” they feel something. A tug, like they might have been able to fuse if they physically could. So far they haven’t come close again, but honestly, it’s only a matter of time.

#voltron #soulmate au #steven universe #shatt #klance #i guess? #idk take this as romantic or platonic in whatever combination you like #holy crap anon you struck right in my sweet spot #i had to get all this out so i didn't take on another soulmate au on impulse #but #ahh!! #i love this whole concept #anon #answers #ch: this is your moment #ch: i know who i am #otp: solid math #ch: no one commands the black lion #matt holt #otp: he's a survivor #arotp: patience yields focus #ch: this kid is a genius #otp: galra keith is way funnier than regular keith #otp: shouting taglines is getting us nowhere #ch: sporse code #arotp: computery stuff #ch: i can't control everything #arotp: i'm glad it was you

[girlonfilmmovies]

The Top 25 Films of 2019

25: Shadow (dir. Zhang Yimou)

"Without the real, there can be no shadow. A principle no one's understood."

After a string of terrible films trying to play to Hollywood audiences, Zhang Yimou manages to successfully return to the goldmine he stuck in the early 2000s and craft another absolutely gorgeous wuxia. Here he swaps out the poetic, colorful beauty in favor of monochromatic, surprisingly violent tone poem about deceit. It ultimately works against it, as by the seventh or eighth double cross you kind of just give up trying to figure out who's on what side, but the main action setpiece is so wonderful it deserves a spot for that alone. Hopefully a good sign for Yimou's future, as long as we don't have another nationalist war epic that somehow inexplicably also has a white savior narrative too.

24: Climax (dir. Gaspar Noé)

"...something's kicking in..."

Noe takes us for another plunge into the dark, twisted, vomit-inducing, neon-lit hellscape that is his mind and at least has the common courtesy to put the pleasant parts upfront this time. While it will eventually devolve into the same type of chaos that we all love/hate from him, the first act is kind of a wonderful departure from him. He basically accidently makes a musical for a while, with wonderful and deeply intricate dance choreography as well as a fantastic extended sequence where every character jumps in and out of frame and gets a chance to strut their stuff. That movie would have been a strong top five contender, but alas, the man has his particular quirks that he must abide by. But at least he also strung together probably the best soundtrack and sound design of the year, with the fantastic EDM bangers rumbling through the walls throughout the entirety of the film.

23: Long Shot (dir. Jonathon Levine)

"Oohhh boooy!"

Charlize Theron and Seth Rogen doing a political comedy that manages to be both smart and extremely funny seems like a long shot indeed, but Johnathon Levine finally strikes gold again after a number of disappointing duds. He manages to make a pretty good story about how navigating the political minefield destroys what little hope and dreams high level politicians still manage to have, but then he also happens to make it all absolutely hilarious too. Theron demonstrates a surprisingly strong comic game too, easily matching all the other talent and cracking jokes along with them. It ends up being a charming romance where the woman takes charge in a very pleasant change of pace. And if nothing else, the way Seth Rogen yells "oh boy" in that video is always going to make me laugh no matter what.

22: 6 Underground (dir. Michael Bay)

"Ghosts have one power above all others: to haunt the living. Haunt them... for what they've done."

Theoretical question: what say Netflix gave Michael Bay a blank check and no restrictions, and he turned in the most overblown, dialed to eleven, nonsensical spectacle that he ever crafted and was allowed to put it into almost every American home for free? Now what if I told you that it was actually kind of awesome? Sure, it's basically a child playing with his $150 million dollar GI Joe set, smashing his toys together and making pew-pew sounds, but it's also probably the best testament to the power of conventional effects work over the increasing insistence on CGI for big setpieces. Let's face it: explosions are pretty cool, every one likes exotic locales and bright sports cars, and there's at least someone here to appeal to you (least surprisingly for me, it was Melanie Laurent with bangs wearing a suit). It almost reaches a late Michael Mann kind of abstraction, as both are respectively breaking apart the action movie into stranger combinations. Bay gives plot only because he contractually has to, and even then doesn't seem as committed to characterization as he is showcasing surprisingly brutal ways for the gang to dispatch their enemies. It's nonsense, but the damn best nonsense of the year.

21: Ip Man 4: The Finale (dir. Wilson Yip)

"Is that it?! Is this your Chinese Kung Fu?!"

The finale in the decade-long quadrilogy of supremely silly and borderline racist worship of China finally attempts to tackle America to delightfully amusing results. Scott Adkins doing his best evil R. Lee Ermey impression while slipping in modern neo-con punchlines, neverending Bruce Lee worship, and more nationalism and bad fake American accents than you could ever believe. Yet also a more bizarrely honest portrayal of racism in 1960s America than most movies would ever have the courage to acknowledge. It’s almost fascinating considering how a lot of the non-Asian racism basically serves as set dressing, but they still put more effort there than pretty much every Hollywood movie set in the 60s that isn’t directly about civil rights. But ultimately they're selling you a bill of goods saying "watch Ip Man beat the crap out of racist meatheads" and you better believe they're going to give you what you want.

20: Let It Snow (dir. Luke Snellin)

"Have you ever been with someone, and you stay up until like 4AM just talking about everything, and you're just like, I can't believe I get to exist at the same time as you?"

Okay, so let me explain myself on this one:

So yeah, it certainly is a generic teen romcom where everyone plays into basic teenage stereotypes, half the cast is clearly nowhere near eighteen, and all of the romance is oddly chaste. But there truly is something to be said about representation in a romcom, and after a thousand boring cis, straight, hetero couples falling in love for decades, this movie actually managed to hit a lot of notes that are at best rarely explored in the genre and also manages to probably sneak in some genuine firsts. While both the "tomboy/softboy" and "Latina struggling with her family" storylines have been done before, these are some nice, cute little iterations on those befitting a teen-friendly movie. But the Dorrie/Kerry story is not only legitimately groundbreaking, but also an absolutely perfect encapsulation of the types of problems that queer teenagers struggle with during that time of their lives. It's a queer romance, played by two actually not-straight people, with one of them being a nonbinary actor too. And it's not cordoned off into some bargain bin DIY indie that fell out the back of the truck on the way to an indie film festival; no, this is in a major holiday release, with well-known actors, and as one of the central storylines! Plus, it perfectly captures the woes of modern teen coming out, knowing that everything will probably still be cool, but the fear haunting you as all you can do is look jealously at someone who is out and proud. And it does it without being real shitty and horribly traumatic too. Eat your fucking heart out, Love, Simon!

19. John Wick: Chapter 3 -- Parabellum (dir. Chad Stahelski)

"Si vis pacem, para bellum!"

Another year, another John Wick movie. There's more plot; you don't care, and let's be honest, neither do I. Stahelski is here to serve up more badass characters and incredible action, and no one in Hollywood does it quite like him. It's got familiar action favorites demonstrating why they still remain supreme, with Yayan Ruhian, Cecep Arif Rahman, Tiger Chen, and the ever underrated Mark Dascascos. It's got surprising action showcases for Halle Berry, Lance Reddick, and somehow Boban Marjanović. It's got great character actors doing their thing, from the returning McShane and Fishburne to newcomers Saïd Taghmaoui and Anjelica Huston. It's got Asia Kate Dillon as an awesome nonbinary shadow organization asshole. It has a bewildering Jason Mantzoukas cameo. And above all else, it has Keanu Reeves, still demonstrating not only his incredible physical skill, but also how to perfectly utilize his particular acting style to create an iconic character.

18. Doctor Sleep (dir. Mike Flanagan)

"Man takes a drink. A drink takes the drink. And then the drink takes a man."

While not the most accurate adaption, it might be the only Stephen King adaptation that comes to mind that actually successfully channels what makes him such an appealing author. King's stories have an inherent corniness to them and for as much as you unsuccessfully try to cover that up (look to this year's The Outsider for a good example), it's where the true charm of his work shines. It's what makes this so fun, because as much as an epic, eldritch terror is exciting, it still doesn't have the goofy fun of a bunch of vampiric bohemian drifters led by a Stevie Knicks knockoff in a top hat breathing up souls. Plus, the epic three hour runtime actually allows Flanagan to at least try to cover all the more subtle serious characterizations of Danny Torrance, from his recurring alcoholism to him seeking closure with regards to his parents. It manages to actually make the final act's nostalgia play kind of work, or at the very least get the terrible memory of the Ready Player One version out of my head.

17. Her Smell (dir. Alex Ross Perry)

"I thought you were better than this, but deep down I knew you weren't."

Perry must have had some extra pent-up nastiness in him after having to restrain himself while writing Christopher Robin (by the way, that happened), because he really created one of the nastiest characters in cinema here. Her Smell is the equivalent of being locked in a room with the shittiest person you'll ever meet, as she constant lashes out at everyone and everything with the kind of delirium that the truly demented are cursed with. And credit to Elizabeth Moss where it's due: she really perfectly embodies such a horrible human being and proceeds beat you damn near to death with it during a majority of the runtime. Eventually it slows down and all of the problems become apparent once they script isn't flying by at a thousand words a minute. But Moss literally did her job so well that people fucking hate this movie because of her character, and if that isn't a testament to her acting talent than I don't know what is.

16. High Life (dir. Claire Denis)

"At 99% the speed of light, the entire sky converged before our eyes. This sensation, moving backwards even though we're moving forwards, getting further from what's getting nearer. Sometimes I just can't stand it."

Denis finally makes her English debut with what she does best: nauseatingly uncomfortable sexuality oozing from terrible people doing horrible things. In this case, she takes an innovative detour into sci-fi, setting up a decades-long story of human experimentation, murder, the horrors of space travel, and whatever unholy things are going on inside of the "Fuck Box". It has an appropriately dingy production design too; the clean retro-futurist spaceship design soon dissolves into a torn apart den of depravity, caked in a mixture of filth and dry blood. Pattinson once again manages to be likeable while also being extremely standoff-ish; only playing with his baby daughter do we seem to see him actually enjoy interacting with a human being. Kind of gets lost in the sauce near the end, but at least manages to land some surprising emotional notes considering the kind of horrors that they've shown up until then.

15. The Farewell (dir. Lulu Wang)

"Chinese people have saying: when people get cancer they die. It's not cancer that kills them, it's the fear."

Lulu Wang's followup to Posthumous is such a massive step up in talent it's not even funny. She manages to make such a wonderfully soulful and loving movie about impending death by utilizing near perfect comic timing to defuse a situation that threatens to stray too dark. Not to mention her point of view on modern China from a non state-sponsored eye actually captures a much more accurate shot of the country itself. It's almost as if an Edward Yang movie had set itself more modest expectations -- it's pleasant, goes down well, teaches you a couple of things about Chinese culture, and manages to do it all in only a hundred minutes. And Awkwafina manages to hold her own against far more experienced actors, even if you can tell her Mandarin is still a little spotty.

14. Uncut Gems (dir. Josh and Benny Safdie)

"I think you are the most annoying person I have ever met. I hate being with you, I hate looking at you... And if I had my way I would never see you again."

Adam Sandler's magnum opus performance -- there will never be another character that fully embraces every grating aspect of his style of acting and manages to weaponize them for two anxiety-inducing hours of hell. Sandler's Howard Ratner is an absolute sewer rat scumbag, an untrustworthy coward, and a perennial fuck-up of epic proportions. But he's still so charismatic and powerful on screen that you root for him every time he drives you further up the wall. And the Safdie brothers know how to keep him moving too, never letting the audience catch a breath of air for this movie-length panic attack as the odds stack further against Howard each minute. Whenever you see Sandler phoning in his comedies for fat checks, just remember this performance and how pretty much every awards committee completely ignored this film. No wonder he doesn't bother trying anymore.

13. The Last Black Man In San Francisco (dir. Joe Talbot)

"You don't get to hate it unless you love it."

A wonderfully evocative love letter to a changing city that is so full of life in every way, from the vibrant movement of the camerawork to the bombastic and powerful soundtrack blasting throughout. But it actually plays more like a New Orleans' funeral march, a melancholic chronicle of the original denizens of San Francisco even as the city warps into the caricature that it's slowly becoming. There is a definite feeling that the aggressive gentrification is unavoidable and even the love of the original quirky denizens can only stave off the metaphorical steamroller that paves over the past. It makes for a wonderful counterpoint to the previous year's Blindspotting: both about young black men dealing with gentrification in the Bay Area, but Blindspotting starts as a very angry comic satire that eventually ends on a note of hope and a will to survive the changing tide, whereas this begins as a joyous celebration of the city and ends on a heartbreaking resignation in the face of everything. Both come from respectively very different sides of San Fran culture, but it's rather interesting seeing each have such different approaches to the same topic.

12. The Standoff at Sparrow Creek (dir. Henry Dunham)

"How do we know it's not you?"

A simple "pressure cooker" scenario done to perfection: one empty warehouse, a bunch of hardened standoff-ish militia men, a missing gun, a ticking clock, and a whole lot of suspicious side eyes and probing questions. It helps that the gruff suspects are a perfect who's who of roughened character actors, all previously well-versed in playing suspicious people, and all of them hiding the kind of unspoken rage that makes a man secretly join an armed militia. All of this told with a nerve-wracking minimalism and style as weirdly detached from reality as some of these men are. One hell of a debut for Henry Dunham and hopefully a sign of good things to come.

11. Booksmart (dir. Olivia Wilde)

"How about we play a *rousing* round of J'ACCUSE!"

Profoundly silly and yet also so disarmingly sweet, Olivia Wilde whips a wildly stylized portrait of Gen Z high-schoolers and the many ways that they vastly differ from their older peers. Certainly much more welcoming and accepting of the diversity of teenagers than pretty much any other teen movies from the past, although they still poke fun at some particular brands of modern "wokeness" too. Stuffed to the brim with wonderfully weird characters, between the lovable catty theatre duo of George and Alan, the cringe-inducing desperate rich kid Jared, the endearingly dumb thirstball Theo, the dorky and blissfully unaware queer-bait Ryan, the effortlessly cool and extremely "top energy" Hope, and the absolutely batshit wildness that is Gigi. But mainly it serves as a vehicle for Devers and Feldstein, with both bouncing perfectly back and forth off each other in moments of comedy and drama. Feldstein always pulls off huge laughs pretty much every line and Devers sells a perfect amount of baby-gay awkwardness in one of the sweetest (and heartbreaking) queer romance stories in film. But above all else, it's just so damn fun and aware of what teenagers are actually like than most movies ever have been.

10. Luce (dir. Julius Onah)

*chuckles* "You really think I believe that stuff?"

One of the most wildly uncomfortable experiences in recent cinema history, but not due to any horrifyingly explicit graphic content being shoved in our faces. No, Onah and Lee created something much more discomforting: a constant challenging of all our biases and stereotypes, of us wanting to give chances and have faith in those that we trust. Kelvin Harrison Jr. delivers one of the best acting performances in recent memory because he's able to literally do everything; his Luce somehow manages to perfectly walk the tightrope required for a performance like his. With him behind it, Luce is such a charming, loving, likeable character but there's always just something that seems off about him. And even if Spencer's Wilson has a fixation on him that crosses all sorts of legal and moral boundaries, wouldn't we be cheering her on under different circumstances? In a way, she herself is trying to communicate a lesson about perception too, one that also mires in deep, troubling waters. Even if the film still feels very stage-y due to it's source material, the cold clinical aesthetic only further helps it make us squirm in our seats.

9. Violet Evergarden: Eternity and the Auto Memory Doll (dir. Haruka Fujita)

"Nobody wants a letter that cannot be delivered."

An absolutely magical experience that artistically excels over the original TV series it's based off of. The production is still as impressive as any other KyoAni work, but the composition and lighting in particular are outstanding, selling the social isolation of the first half and the childlike wonder of the second half. Beginning with a sublime Victorian romance in the first half, the story eventually morphs into a tribute to the workers of the world, the cogs in the machine. But in the context of the studio's recent history and the horrific arson attack that claimed 36 members of the studio, this instead comes off as a battlecry against the opposition against them. It's a story valuing those who are overlooked in the process of creation, a story about strong determined women, a story of a young girl defining her own future against society. KyoAni as a studio were most known for treating all their employees exceptionally as well as being a primarily female-led studio, both unfortunate exceptions in the industry as well as the target for a lot of unfair online hatred against them (and surely played some sort of role in why the arson attack happened to them specifically). To see the studio make their first post-attack work so proudly emblematic of what made them unique makes this so much more powerful than you would expect.

8. The Nightengale (dir. Jennifer Kent)

"You know what it's like to have a white fella take everything that you have, don't ya?"

The classic revenge fantasy narrative warped into a bleak, cynical portrait of racist cruelty in 1800s Tasmania. Jennifer Kent, improving leaps and bounds from the relatively straightforward Babadook, crafts a searing indictment of the foundations of colonialism and the misogynistic undercurrent of the barbarous society. It's a revenge movie where the vengeance is horrible and unsatisfying -- there's no crowd pleasing murderous money-shots, just brief moments of comeuppance in the face of everything in the world working against our two protagonists. Those who are squeamish should be aware that it is exceptionally graphic and grueling at times, although Kent does manage to keep up a very good pace for the two and a half hours of hell.

7. Transit (dir. Christian Petzold)

"They say that those who were left never forget. But it's not true. They have the sweet, sad songs. Pity is with them. Those who leave, no one is with them. They have no songs."

Hitchcock by way of Kafka -- a classic existential mystery told in a disorienting separate reality not quite like our own. It's a bold move to take a Holocaust set narrative and completely throw out the actual setting itself, but Petzold only enhances the weird themes of the story by taking it to a completely different but still very familiar time. This is a classic tale of becoming the person you say you are but really aren't -- then begging the question of what if you're not the only one also living a false identity. Buoyed by an excellent and very enigmatic lead performance from Franz Rogowski, who displays a tremendous skill for playing somebody so closed off but also very charismatic and watchable.

6. Once Upon a Time... in Hollywood (dir. Quentin Tarantino)

"When you come to the end of the line, with a buddy who is more than a brother and a little less than a wife, getting blind drunk together is really the only way to say farewell."

Tarantino trades in his B-movie worship and penchant for comical bloodbaths (well, for the most part) to make something I certainly didn't expect from him: a relaxed hangout movie about getting old and falling out of fashion. Exceptional production design whisks us away to the height of Hollywood and three different people all looking at their future careers in very different lights. Leo gets to stretch his wings in all sorts of silly fun ways and Brad Pitt finally lets go of the young superstar image and easily slips into his more natural "hot single dad" swagger, playing the most effortlessly cool character of his career. Tarantino sets aside time to look back on his own flaws as well and playfully reflects on his own particular ...quirks. Easily his best since his 90s prime and the first time in a long time I've felt the maturity that he showcased in Jackie Brown.

5. The Lighthouse (dir. Robert Eggers)

"Damn ye! Let Neptune strike ye dead Winslow! HAAARK!"

Hyper-masculine mania as told through a wonderful blend of dark comedy and cosmic horror and with some of the most lush black-and-white cinematography maybe ever in a film. Eggers' now trademark devotion to absolute accurate period detail in both visual design and dialogue greatly helps this reach transcendent heights. But it's truly the two performances of Dafoe and Pattinson that help it weave a perfect spiral of insanity that also manages to be so oddly fun. Never could there be any other paring of actors that would perfectly showcase these two dirty sea-dogs going stark raving mad at each other so well.

4. Midsommar (dir. Ari Aster)

"As Hårga takes, so Hårga also gives."

(Director's Cut) Every generation deserves their own paranoia-fueled pagan horrorshow, but Aster strikes a much deeper vein in his epic take on the classic territory The Wicker Man had previously claimed. The brutal rituals of the Hårga are only set dressing most of the time, with much more focus poured into the vile toxicity plaguing the relationship between students Dani and Christian. Reynor's Christian is such a perfect portrayal of a terrible influence -- he's charming, fun, and likeable when he's on your side, but the second anybody goes against him his seedy manipulation begins to seep into everything he says. Pugh continues her winning streak too, delivering a broken person desperately trying to put a smile on while falling apart on the inside as she realizes she truly is all alone in the world. While some might be disappointed by the lack of actual "terror" for a good chunk of the movie, Aster has found something much more likely to scar us than these friendly Swedish cultists.

3. Sunset (dir. László Nemes)

"The horror of the world hides behind these infinitely pretty things."

After striking gold with Son of Saul, Laszlo Nemes takes a hard turn into a very different genre but manages to create a wonderfully unique spin on classic detective noir. His signature camerawork powers this yarn, successfully taking the claustrophobic eye of Saul and using it to give a truly immersive sense of place in the tumultuous world of 1913 Budapest, where danger is simmering under the surface and ready to boil over at any moment. After all, noir is always about the eye of the detective, so Nemes' style takes it to a literal degree where everything outside of Irisz' field of vision is incomprehensible. We catch the same shady sideways glances and hushed whispers at the same time she does too. The plotting, like all noir tales, gets a little too complex for its own good, although it's less because of double-crossing and deceit and more from the story slowly dropping its connection to reality to function on a far more allegorical level. But as far as immersive, experiential cinema goes, not even 1917 can stack up to this film's highs, as the enraged lower-class populace eventually comes for the heads of the bourgeoise and Irisz suddenly realizes she is in the very wrong place at the very wrong time.

2. Portrait of a Lady on Fire (dir. Céline Sciamma)

"Do all lovers feel they're inventing something?"

An absolutely breathtaking portrait (hehe) of yearning and love, so astonishingly romantic and actually aware of what will make a woman swoon. Every technical aspect is perfect, from the gorgeous locale to the lovely windswept dresses to the soft, classical cinematography. But the true magic comes from Merlant and Haenel perfectly delivering every line of Sciamma's wonderous script. Those two have a sexual tension strong enough to burn down the theater, as their shy glances turn into deep longing stares and both their steely professional reserves give way to poorly suppressed joy at just being able to be with the other. Even their initial terse dialogue melts into pure romantic splendor, as they lovingly catalog all the little gestures the other does when flustered. Their connection during filming was powerful enough to fuel rumors around the two in the press and is currently providing the desire for every thirsty lesbian who finishes this to immediately pull up videos from the press tour and hunt for those same things between the actors themselves. And trust me, they are there.

1. Parasite (dir. Bong Joon-ho)

"Not 'rich but still nice.' Nice because she's rich, you know? Hell, if I had all this money, I'd be nice too!"

Very rarely does a film come along that actually warrants to be described as "perfect", as in one that literally generates no critiques in any way even if I was forced to pick something at gunpoint to complain about. But Parasite truly does every single thing right. Even Bong's tonal whiplash style, which does grate on me at times, somehow fits perfectly here as the schemes become increasingly madcap and the increasing sense that this will all come crashing down horribly mounts ever higher. Until then, it's an absolute joy to watch in every way, as Bong stacks the card deck higher and all the characters dive further into the sewer for their own benefit. The midpoint pivot works wonderfully too, as it goes to show that literally every person is getting played in the world of Parasite. It's massive success is only surprising to those who haven't seen it: it's the perfect movie for the era it came out in and may as well be the watershed moment for a new age of cinema where Hollywood finally admits that it's not the king of the world anymore.

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[dystovian]

How would the paladins react to their S/o taking a lethal hit for them? Like they jump in front of a laser that was going to hit them.

WARNING: this is pretty gruesome and kind of a bit too realistic. but trigger warning for death, blood, and sickness

[Shiro:]

•the fact that you were even stood alongside him during battle was terrifying to Shiro•he only wished the best for you, and would never want you to be hurt. ever. like literally ever.•upon seeing you battling a soldier feet away, it appeared that you were handling it very very well•"that’s my y/n" sjdjjsjskskskks•sadly, because he underestimated that situation, ensue the fright•he didn’t notice it until he heard Pidge scream, and Hunk yell “no!”•he kicked the soldier he was fighting directly in the chest, and sent them flying. •he turned.•you know how some people say, when certain things happen, everything goes in slow motion?•he turned, and there you were, still managing to remain on your feet despite the gaping hole directly through your stomach. •his heart skipped a beat, and he lost another part of himself•out of all the things this war could’ve taken from him, it had to be you, didn’t it?•he couldn’t cry. he wanted to, so badly, but it appeared that his tears would rather stay locked up.•he ended up catching you before you fell to the ground and as much as the blood made him jumpy, it didn’t matter in the moment•the amount of blood was horrific, when he first had you in his arms your back was against his legs•but when he put you to the ground, buckets of blood covered his armor to the point that he couldn’t even see the black parts anymore•{next one is kind of yuck and probably too detailed but this is what happens when you get a laser shot through you!!!!!}•not only was it bloody, but everything about this was something even Shiro had never seen•when the laser shot through you, the guts were taken with it. and when you fell to the ground, chunks left over were slipping off of Shiro’s knees•he was absolutely terrified and this was something no healing pod could ever fix•still wasn’t crying though, despite the fact he was begging for you to open your eyes even though the hole in your chest was big enough to feet his feet in•cried later on after they buried you on a planet the two of you visited a long time ago {that you absolutely adored because of scenery}•the others have been traumatized ever since, and Pidge created an auto barrier that detects deadly forces five feet away {laser/bullets; this is only when it could be a fatal wound such as yours}•Keith vowed to find who did that to you but has come up with nothing since

[Pidge:]

•WHY•LITERALLY WHSTFDJD•the equivalent to punching a puppy•sort of a stun laser type gun was what killed you•you leaped in front at the perfect time, call that good timing •basically Pidge heard your agonized and strained groaning and when they turned, you were thrashing on the ground•purple flashed around your whole body and when Pidge started going toward you…•Lance had no choice but to tackle Pidge, to refrain Pidge from touching you•Hunk ends up coming though, and having been your best friend for such a long time he grabbed both of your arms and was therefore shocked as well•that was a good thing though, it didn’t effect him as much as it did you but it did even out the pain•you ended up going unconscious, while Hunk did as well.•Pidge was screaming crying while Lance had his arms wrapped around them, pulling them as far from you as possible•once you went unconscious, and the shocks disappeared, he waited a few and then let Pidge go•Pidge ran to your side and bawled, lifting you into their grasp as they tried so terribly hard to drag you to the castle {arriving soon}•they put you in a pod, as well as Hunk, Hunk awoke only a day later, but you never did•they kept you in there, but you later died due to complications, those complications being cardiac arrest and a heart attack•Pidge couldn’t find a way to open the pod themself, and was slamming their fists against the glass and crying their eyes out•Pidge was traumatized for so long because they were right there when it happened, they had to watch you thrash about while being held back•after burying you, Pidge would visit as much as possible and cry over your grave, wishing to have one more chance so the two of you could go home together

[Lance:]

•thanks, my chest burns•anyway•this was a lot worse than the others in my opinion•but to make a long story short, the two of you were in a ship releasing prisoners•you were caught by a galra, who was legitimately twice your size•and by caught, I mean, they grabbed you with their huge hand and lifted you into the air•at that point the prisoners didn’t matter to the soldier, his focus was on you•Lance was told by Shiro what was happening, and he ran for his life.•ran so fast that he tripped many times, and once he got there his heart dropped. Seeing something was a lot worse than hearing its description.•{this is descriptive and violent as well so warning} he expected to see you get crushed, but instead, the Galran squeezed your body and spiked you into the far end of the hallway, you bounced like a bouncy ball and finally rolled into a stop. •Lancd shouted his battle cry and shot the Galran directly in the center of his face, knocking him down instantly•Shiro was shouting, already sprinting down to you, you were thrown the length of over half a football field•Lance came running as well, faster than he did when he was coming to your safety, he picked up your strangely set body before gently placing you back down. hands clutched against his mouth and face because he just couldn’t look at your mangled body anymore.•he cried for so long. He cried when he heard what was happening. when you went flying, when he shot the soldier, when he was running to you.•when he went home.•Shiro told him that if it wasn’t for you, Lance would be dead. if it wasn’t for you, that soldier would’ve been on his way to do the same thing to Lance.•you stopped him though, the Galran had said something cruel before his threat to kill Lance and you acted•"I’m gonna go stomp that worthless bug to smithereens. he isn’t needed anyway.“ •you told him, that you were the worthless one, and killing Lance would only get him (the soldier) killed. Lancewas a paladin, a reliable form of information, Haggar would want him.•Lance cried over you every night and ‘talks to you’ he wears your necklace at all times in whatever way he can

[Hunk:]

•you had actually died during the night, when everyone was sleeping.•earlier during the day, the castles system shut down temporarily. Thus giving the chance to anyone to enter, and someone did, they stayed hidden in one of many rooms inside and waited•on earth, it would’ve been 2:38AM when you passed•at 1:56AM you awoke from your terrible sleep and began roaming the halls •at 2AM you heard mumbling and slight clicks of armor patting the ground and seemingly on its way toward Hunk’s room. The first in the corridor.•and at 2:16AM, you fought for 10 minutes. before getting a blade to your side.•the soldier took the blade out, and in a last fit of effort you ran to the nearest escape pod. and dodged the assassins leap. the dodge was an accident though, you basically were on the verge of passing out.•you fell beside the wall, and slammed the button. Launching the pod into space as you collapsed, trying your hardest to keep your eyes open, only for your heart to stop, eyes wide.•Keith found you, dry eyed and mid yawn and screamed for the others, his heart was broken and it broke even more when he saw the look on Hunk’s face•Hunk was the saddest anyone had ever seen him, including Lance who has known him since kindergarten.•Hunk reached the corner and turned, seeing Keith beside you as you lay against the wall, a pool of blood surrounding you•he fell to his knees, the blood spreading and splashing onto Keith’s shirt. hunk grabbed your shoulders and held you to his chest, crying silently and letting out strangled sobs.•to the others who turned the corner all they saw was your face, eyes staring emotionlessly into nothingness and your mouth wide.•Allura was definitely the second most upset about it, you were the only one that actually took the time to really get to know her, and even became best friends. •they held a funeral for you and when everyone was leaving, Coran went to the alien earth that was marred and began speaking highly of you. the others joined as well, but Hunk insisted on doing it alone. he proposed to you while sobbing and then promised to win the war.•I love Hunk I feel so bad for doing this to him, but he’ll never forget you and he’ll forever have nightmares

[Keith:]I’ve done something similar for this in a scenario!! so I’ll just make it so that you die in another way.

•and you thought this kid couldn’t get anymore locked within himself•instead of saving him, you kind of just fell ill•the thing is, you were sick for a long time but no one could tell, even you•you sort of just, collapsed one day before entering battle and they all assumed you didn’t get enough rest lately•until they waited a few hours, and after the paladins’ battle, Keith went to your room and slept beside you.•when he awoke, you were still asleep. •when he went to go to bed again, you were still. asleep.•they put you in a pod and Coran asked to be left alone with Allura and Shiro while they discussed.•Keith took this as something bad but listened anyway, and as he waited Shiro finally called him in•"Coran wants to speak to you, alright? me and Allura are gonna tell the others what’s going on.”•"ok"•and he enters, and Coran is there, and he’s trying so terribly hard not to cry. he wants to look strong in front of Keith so that he’d be the one to comfort him. but it was terrible to lose a soul such as yours•"I’m sorry, Keith, but…but I don’t think Y/n is gonna make it.“ •"oh…alright Coran.”•Coran was kind of taken aback by Keith’s response, he expected him to cry. but with further analyzation of his face, he saw Keith was holding his breath•"I’ll leave you two alone, son.“ •Keith nods in appreciation, and doesn’t exactly react the way people would think•you’d think he’d punch at your pod in anger, why did such a cruel thing have to happen?•instead, he sits down, legs crossed in front of you•you were sick, but you looked so peaceful, and beautiful. as per usual.•but inside of you, your body was infected, slowly being infected by things that Keith couldn’t do nothing to stop•he kind of just waited for you, he wanted to be right there when you took your last breath. and he even begged Pidge to create something so you could be out of the pod. life support, like on earth, basically•and they did, but you died 10 hours after. that didn’t matter to him though, he could see you and touch you and speak to you. you weren’t frozen up in the pod, you were talking. barely•he sat beside you and would always suck in his sobs. sniffling every so often as he held your head to his chest and massaged your scalp. •when you died, the dangerous clacking of Pidge’s makeshift monitor sounded. and in a fit of denial, Keith rocked back and forth, holding your limp body in his arms while gently going. “Shhhh. You’re okay”•although, you didn’t necessarily save him. you did keep him going, after death as well. so in a way, I guess you could say you saved him. In a way.•tends to speak about you a lot and not realize he’s still going until Allura wipes his tears, or Hunk and Lance lead him to his room. or when Shiro sighs, when Pidge begins to cry as well. or…or when Coran calls him ‘son’ and pats his back•once stranded on a ship with a prisoner that basically looked like a mix between you and him. {they were half galra, half…other human like species} and he wanted to cry so bad but instead he decided to get to know this prisoner (they were just a toddler so they didn’t really understand what he was saying.)•told them that you were by far, the best thing to ever happen to him.•later asks Coran and Allura if they can take the toddler in and they do. sort of becomes a father figure.

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