#merlin was probably just excited that Lance was back

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Arthur *is giving an emotional and important speech*

Merlin & Lancelot *since everyone is distracted let's make heart eyes at each other*

#i love them your honor #merlin was probably just excited that Lance was back #they did not have enough time to chat and catch up #but GOD DAMN IT #why is it that they have so much chemistry? #and the fact that Lancelot catches him both times and returns a happy and sweet smile had me melting onto the floor #they are stealing glances at each other like some lovesick couple trying to be subtle but fail because they can't stop smiling #so fucking adorable #mercelot #merlin emrys #lancelot du lac #lancelot #bbc merlin #sir lancelot #merlin x lancelot #mercelotedit #merlinedit #merlingifs #lancelotgifs #sorry for the quality <3

[an-entity-i-think]

Merlin & Gwen Bestfriends

"Uh.... no."

Arthur watches as Merlin's nose wrinkles in confusion before falling into complete confidence regardless of the fact that it's one of the most backwards, stupid responses he has ever given Arthur in their years of friendship.

Which is saying a lot.

Eye twitching, Arthur almost seething, "What the hell do you mean 'um no'," he ends mockingly.

Merlin rolls his eyes before looking back at him with an 'isn't this obvious?' kind of look.

"Gwen tells me everything. And by everything, I mean everything."

Arthur makes a face as if he's not sure what that entails and not sure if he wants to.

"I do the same of course. She knows things about me that you'd only dream about knowing-"

Arthur's face intensifies on what that means and if he wants to know what that means, and also if he should be upset by what that means, and also also by the fact he isn't upset by what that may mean and what that may mean.

Merlin gives him a brief look of pity and amusement, before continuing.

"I heard all the juicy details about Lancelot when they were almost a thing way back. And I've heard all the more juicy details about you."

Arthur's eye twitches. He pretends it isn't from a mix of embarrassment and wild curiosity.

Giving him a fonder, softer look, Merlin finishes with a smile, "I've also heard about how excited she was to marry you for hours into the night. Just last night in fact. So, no. I bet if you asked her right now, she's probably crying or something in immense guilt and will probably say something like 'I don't know what happened, Arthur, I was suddenly there and it was just suddenly happening and I'm so sorry'," Merlin ends in a mystically good impression of Guinevere.

Arthur stares blankly.

Merlin blinks and then looks at him deadpan, "Because she was obviously enchanted. Probably from the bracelet she's wearing that I've never seen before. Probably from the fake Lance that was 'suddenly' revived that doesn't act anything like him. And also you should probably trust your betrothed more instead of thinking the worst of her."

Arthur just blinks for a moment before scowling, "And why didn't you day something half an hour ago?"

Merlin rolls his eyes, "Because Agravaine was there. And as soon as I say something he would have been like 'No, Arthur. Don't you see your manservant is trying to manipulate you? Never trust anyone blah blah blah except me of course. I may have abandoned you for years and only shown up right when you were most vulnerable but trust me! Unlike the others who actually love you of course...'"

Again in a weirdly good impression,

Merlin huffs exasperated as he grabs the rest of the clothes, putting them into a laundry basket, as Arthur just looks at him with eyebrows slowly rising, "And then! You would have been such a prat and started prattling on about you can't trust Gwen even though you've been together for years and know full well that she loves you and would never cheat and- ugh did you seriously stuff your socks under the sofa padding? What's wrong with you?"

Arthur watches as Merlin pulls out a sock from the sofa that's been there for who knows how long in disgust before flinging it into the basket.

Merlin looks up at him and blinks, "Wait what was I talking about?"

Arthur gives him a head ruffle and pretends he doesn't miss the softness of Merlins hair immediately after and walks towards the door, "I'm going to talk to Guinevere now. Bye."

Merlin absently responds in similar and the last thing Arthur sees before closing the door is his manservants face in disgust once again as he finds the other sock.

Well. Maybe he should talk to Guinevere first, after all. And maybe talk to her about some other things, too.

#merlin #bbc merlin #merthur #bbc arwen #arwen #mergwenthur #mergwen #pre-mergwenthur #well at least thats my intention #entity writes merlin #i love merlin and gwen #i wish their friendship stayed strong #instead of whatever tf happened at the end of the show #theyre all each others best friends #i love that for them #fake lanceleot sucks #guinevere #arthur pendragon #king arthur

[bitsandbobsofwriting]

are you still taking headcanon requests? if so, maybe how everyone would text in modern times? (like, who abbreviates everything, who never capitalizes, who always has perfect grammar, etc)

(Headcanon Masterlist) (Full Masterlist)

I wrote almost this entire thing then Tunglr wacked out and I lost it all😭, let’s try again, shall we?

Arthur and Lance text fairly... normally? Like... there are the odd spelling/autocorrect/grammar errors, but nothing too terrible, and they usually read everything before they send it to minimise mistakes. Their messages are legible and make sense. They don’t use emojis though, like... at all. Lance just never got into it, and Arthur thinks it’s childish and below him. We love him, but he’s a posh tosser no matter what au you put him in.

Leon, Percival, and Gwen are fairly similar to Arthur and Lance, except they’re slightly more laid back. Leon uses the thumbs up emoji all the fucking time, and will occasionally venture into 😡😶😐 territory when it comes to Gwaine. Gwen uses all the happy/blushy/flower/animal emojis because she’s cool like that. Percival uses things like :D instead of 😀.

Merlin never fucking looks at his phone, so fuck knows how he texts. It’s not that he leaves you on read, it’s that he goes on adventures at 3am and is either wanted by the cops for seven counts of first degree murder or is presumed missing and dead (the gang can never figure it out from the very confusing BBC news TV reports) and has left his phone in a ditch somewhere. It’s considered a miracle for Merlin to answer a message, and everyone has decided it’s just easier to call his landline (yes, he still has one of those things, because it’s the only way his mum will use a phone. She doesn’t text either) or drop round his place unexpectedly to explain the group plans to him.

Gaius will never text anyone voluntarily, he’d rather call or see them face to face. If he has to reply to a text, it’s always one or two words; it’s not that he hates you (”are you coming tonight? everyone’s excited to see you maybe :D” “No.”) he’s just... like that.

Mordred and Elyan are fairly normal as well. They don’t spend much time on their phones (Elyan is busy and Mordred would just rather be doing other things) but they can be relied on to reply at some point in the day, just maybe not immediately. They use normal abbreviations, like congrats, but nothing crazy or ridiculous.

Gwaine is the most annoying fucking texter in the world. If he’s able, he’ll replace a word with a stupid emoji, he abbreviates EVERYTHING, he’ll spam the chat, his grammar and spelling is legit terrible. Instead of saying “I’ll see you before lunch tomorrow at the pub.” it’s “👁ll c u tomoz b4 🥪 @ 🍻!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” and it’s fucking infuriating. It probably takes him longer to figure out what emojis and shortenings he can use, than if he were to just type the whole thing out. Elyan and Merlin think it’s hilarious. Lance always has to ask someone else to translate. Arthur and Leon hate it with a burning passion, and honestly? That’s the main reason he does it lol. It’s a lot of effort on his part, but it’s a sacrifice he’s willing to make, just to wind them up.

Morgana is a bit like Gaius, but less severe. Her texts are normally pretty short, but she’s prepared to have a conversation if she really has to. She types so fucking fast and never makes a mistake and no one knows how she does it. She rarely uses emojis, just maybe 😊 and ❤️ when speaking to Gwen.

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I hope this is what you were after anon!! I love you!!

#bbc merlin #merlin #good morgana #good mordred #modern merlin #modern merlin au #merlin texting #texting #texting headcanons #bbc merlin headcanons #merlin headcanons #gaius #mordred #morgana #gwen #guinevere #arthur #arthur pendragon #bbc mordred #sir mordred #leon #sir leon #elyan #sir elyan #percival #sir percival #lancelot #sir lancelot #gwaine #sir gwaine

[glass-frogs-and-dragons]

The World bleeds away when you dance with me

For @ilikedumbknightsinlove and @donttouchtheneednoggle

Pairing: Gwaine x Lancelot

Warnings: Slight angst, maybe some language

“A royal ball?” Arthur asked, tailing behind his sister, her maid and his best friend.

“Yes! It has been two years since we defeated Morgause, after all,” Morgana cheered as she strutted down the halls to her bedroom. “And we have all been working so hard,” -she winked at Gwen, making her laugh- “That we simply deserve this. Wouldn’t you agree, Merlin?”

Merlin, the traitor, looked back at him in the eye and gave him the most innocent smile he could muster.

“Absolutely, my lady.”

At Gwen’s laughter, the only thing he was left to do was grumble about how they ganged up on him.

The news flew fast, and soon everyone in the palace was buzzing with excitement at the upcoming ball; the only person who was more nervous than ecstatic was the noble Sir Lancelot, who had taken to pace in his rooms whenever he was allowed a moment’s peace. He wanted to ask Gwen for a dance, to spend a pleasant evening twirling around with her before backing off completely and to have him be the cause of the smile he so adored; there was a slight problem with his plan, though.

He had no idea how to dance.

He had considered asking someone for help, but Arthur was most definitely a no-go, most of the knights as well as Morgana would just laugh at him, asking Gwen would just defeat the whole purpose and Merlin was busy enough as he was, so he resigned himself to watch other people dance and then try to imitate the steps alone in his chambers. He was in the process of doing so, watching his feet intently and grumbling every time he misstepped (which was often) when a vigorous knock and the door swinging open interrupted him.

“Hey, Lance! The other knights and I are going drinking, care to jo─oh? What are you doing?”

The curly-haired knight’s head shot up, his cheeks instantly aflame.

“Um… nothing, Gwaine, I-”

“Were you dancing?” The long-haired knight smirked.

“What? No!”

“You’re a terrible liar, my friend,”

“I wasn’t-”

A raised eyebrow from Gwaine made him fumble through the rest of the sentence.

“Fine. I…  I wanted to dance at the ball but-”

“You don’t know how to?”

Lancelot nodded shamefully and expected Gwaine to laugh at him and leave, but to his surprise, he heard the door closing and felt a distinctly warm presence in front of him; as he looked up, coffee-coloured eyes met hazel ones and the smirk decorating Gwaine’s face broadened into something happier.

“I can teach you, if you like,”

Unsure of what to say or how to respond, Lancelot merely nodded, prompting Gwaine to grasp his left hand and put his right one on Lancelot’s hip, waiting for the noble knight’s free hand to fall onto his shoulder.

“I’ll lead first, okay? When you have the hang of it we can change,”

“... Okay,”

“So, we start with the right foot…”

Gwaine was, much as it pained Lancelot to admit, a great dancer. He had the grace of a nobleman and held him gently enough so that he did not feel awkward yet remaining a steady constant, muttering quiet ‘one-two-three’s to keep the beat constant; he wasn’t proud to admit that he fumbled and misstepped many times (Gwaine would probably have sore feet by the end of it), but the long-haired man would merely smile at him and say: “You’re doing better than most, Lance.”.

By the time he realized that night had fallen, they had been dancing for hours, safely cradled in each other’s arms and feet moving instinctively, then Gwaine pulled back with his usual flirty grin, yet with underlying specks of something softer.

“Would you like to do this again tomorrow?”

His voice was soft as to not break the spell that had fallen over them, and Lancelot could not be more grateful for that.

“I’d love to, Gwaine.”

“Great then.” ─ Gwaine disentangled himself from the other knight and ran his fingers through his hair, like he always did in the rare occasions when he didn’t know what to say. ─ “I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”

And he left.

“Right… I’ll see you.”

Warmth filtered into the room, cocooning him into a safe, gentle haven. 

The next day Gwaine did not mention the dancing at all during training, and he did not acknowledge Lancelot more than he did any other day, something the noble knight was grateful for, as it allowed him to pine (it wasn’t pining, he didn’t pine) for Gwen. In the afternoon, however, he found Gwaine already in his chamber with a pitcher of mead on the bedside table and a book in his hands.

“Ah! Lance!”

“Hello, Gwaine.”

With a grin, a flourish and a bow, Gwaine got onto his feet and took Lancelot’s hand once again.

“Do you want to lead or should I?”

“Maybe it’s best if you lead,”

“Alright then,”

This time, it was not quiet ‘one-two-three’s accompanying them, but the gentle tune of a forgotten waltz that Gwaine was humming under his breath, making Lancelot wonder, and not for the first time, who Gwaine really was. This time, Lancelot allowed himself to close his eyes and he allowed Gwaine to pull him closer, the lilting lullaby now being sung next to his ear.

The days passed and the dancing became a routine. Sometimes Gwaine would bring food and they would eat between pauses, sometimes he brought mead, ale or something stronger and they would end up dancing drunkenly (those nights they would end up sprawled in the same bed, sleeping entwined in each other without a care in the world. They were the nights Lancelot regretted the most yet could not help but secretly crave more of). Sometimes Gwaine would hum to old lullabies or waltzes or just keep the beat with ‘one-two-three’s that remained ingrained in Lancelot’s memory as they were whispered into his ear. One memorable night he began singing sea shanties, with the abashed excuse of “Hey! Those are the songs I know, okay? Don’t make fun of me!” 

Gwaine, Lancelot had to admit, a wonderful voice.

It was rough and lilted around the edges, yet gentle and soothing when it counted; it was obvious he had been involved in many tavern singalongs, yet Lancelot could also tell that he was used to either singing softly to himself or to others in the cold hours after nightfall. He even sang some songs he recognised, even when he changed the words (only to rile him up, Lancelot suspected) because he claimed that they had similar rhythm to waltzes.

Lancelot would just chuckle at that, but when he found himself alone in his bed, his dreams were not of a kind-hearted serving girl, but of a shanty-singing rouge instead.

He tried to keep his distance after that, he truly did, but every choice and every thought that crossed his mind inevitably led him back to Gwaine. It was frustrating.

It was the last night before the ball. They all had their clothing prepared and the servants had been run ragged to prepare everything to perfection and everyone was absolutely ecstatic; Lady Morgana had tried to pry whom he was going to go with and, though he indulged her graciously, he avoided giving any signs: though Gwen’s name was almost on his lips, he would not have stopped himself from blurting something else.

It was the last night before the ball and Gwaine was in his chambers once again. He allowed Lancelot to lead and softly sung his songs, pressing himself closer and willing his heart to beat at a slower rhythm because if he could feel Lancelot’s heart Lancelot could feel his.

“Gwaine?” 

“Yes, lov- ah, Lance?”

“Why are you doing this?”

“Because I won’t be dancing at the ball, so I’m making up for it now.”

“You won’t be dancing?” Lancelot asked, pulling away slightly.

“Why?”

“The one I want to dance with is besotted with someone else,”

“I hardly think anyone would refuse you.”

“Trust me, mate. He’s not interested.”

“Give it a try, at least?” Lancelot pleaded. 

“Fine,” Gwaine huffed out a laugh, feigning annoyance, his hazel eyes boring into Lancelot’s coffee-coloured ones.

“Lancelot… would you save a dance for me tomorrow?”

Lancelot froze, eyes widening and jaw hanging open. At once, every little detail of every interaction between Gwaine and him connected and what he had found strange now made sense. The realization hit him like a thousand-pound block of ice. He stepped away. Gwaine scoffed and put his hands back at his sides, clenching and unclenching his fists; a careful mask of nonchalance placed on his face. 

“I’d… I’d best get going. Goodbye, Lancelot.”

And the noble knight was left alone once again in his chambers, yet this time the cold had crept inside, wrapping vines around his limbs and chilling him to the bone.

It was the night of the ball and Lancelot was dressed in his finest clothes and laying on his bed. Thoughts of the day before invaded his mind like a particularly persistent ache that would not dull. Someone knocked on the door and he dutifully ignored them, his reputation be damned. The knocks became more insistent and Lancelot just groaned and considered putting his head in his pillow, but the door opened before he could.

“Lancelot?” Merlin’s voice echoed in his ears. “What are you doing here? The ball is about to begin!”

“I’d rather not go.”

“Is it because of Gwen… or about Gwaine?” Another lilted voice interrupted, making him sit up lazily to meet Lady Morgana’s eyes.

“Your guessing ability both astounds and terrifies me, my lady.”

“He’ll be waiting for you,” Morgana mused.

“I know.”

Merlin asked, astounded: “He asked you?”

“Yes.”

“And what did you say?”

“I didn’t answer.”

“Why not?”

“I panicked.”

“But do you want to?”

Lancelot paused. Oh, had that question been so easy to answer he would not be here, sprawled over his bed covers and rethinking every single one of his life choices and he would be at the feast hall, twirling Gwen (or Gwaine, the treacherous part of his mind he had been hellbent on ignoring helpfully supplied) around the dance floor and actually happy for once. He tried his damndest to forget Gwaine, but to no avail: he could still see their figures waltzing together under the moonlight, Gwaine’s gentle smile (nothing like the charming, fake one he usually displayed) and his eyes focused solely on him… he had never felt as wanted as he did during those nights.

“Yes. Yes I do.”

He could feel Merlin and Morgana smirking at each other from above him even with his eyes closed.

“Then what the hell are you doing here?” Morgana cheered. “He’s waiting for you! Come on!”

Reluctantly, Lancelot stood and allowed Merlin to fix his clothing and drag him down the corridors. Morgana peeked inside the ballroom and frowned, turning back to her partner in crime.

“Gwaine’s not there,”

“Where is he, then?"

Morgana gasped when she caught sight of a strange movement across the window.

“Try outside,” She grinned, nudging at the noble knight.

They both shot a pointed glare at Lancelot and he sighed, rubbing his face and lifting his arm as a sign of surrender; followed by the sound of their cheers, he was off. He found Gwaine sitting on a bench with his legs spread and a goblet of wine in his hand, staring at the sky with forlorn eyes.

“I never got to say yes,”

Gwaine scrambled to his feet, managing to tip the goblet far enough to make the wine spill to the floor, an extremely satisfying blush coating his freckled cheeks that only made Lancelot chuckle softly.

“You… bloody hell, Lance. You can’t just say things like that.”

“Well,” Lancelot rubbed the back of his neck and held his hand out shyly. “You never did let me answer.”

“Your silence and shock were answer enough,”

“Maybe not. Do you… do you want to lead or should I?” 

The question was nothing more than a whisper, but it successfully pulled Gwaine out of his reverie and made his lips curl into a hesitant smile.

“Maybe it’s best if you lead.”

And so, Lancelot pulled Gwaine into his arms and they fell into a comfortable rhythm, swaying slowly with the muffled music that came from inside and uncaring of who could see them or the consequences that would bring: for now, it was just the two of them and the warmth blossoming in between. They would worry about the world tomorrow.

#gwaincelot #gwaine #lancelot #gwaine x lancelot #bbc merlin #merlin #morgana #arthur #gwen #dancing #my fics #my writing

[cherrywrites626]

Fighting Chapter 29 Sneak Peek

Keith glanced up at the clock for what felt like the thousandth time in the past twenty minutes, heaving a sigh at both the taunting slowness of the hands’ movement speed and the obnoxious Gryffindor who had locked himself in the bathroom nearly an hour prior, taking his sweet time getting ready for the day’s excursion to town.

The entire school had been abuzz ever since McGonagall announced that the upcoming Hogsmeade trip would coincide with Valentine’s weekend—and though he couldn’t bring himself to feel the same level of excitement for the impending holiday extravagance they’d be forced to endure, it was clear to him that his roommate took the entire matter quite seriously.  As he seemed to any instance leaving the castle became an option.

It probably didn’t hurt that this trip wouldn’t demand his and Katie’s relatively undivided attention the whole of the evening—a fact he made sure was thoroughly vocalized before the other had the chance to begin pouting about ruined plans and crushed dreams.  As if he could ever forget the disaster that followed withholding pertinent information until the very last second…

They had agreed to help the prefects supervise the trek both there and back to ensure everyone’s safe passage, but that was mostly just a formality of sorts, and nowhere near as time-consuming as patrols would have been.  After the greater bulk of students stepped onto the cobblestone path that signaled the entrance to town, they were free to enjoy the remainder of the afternoon however they saw fit.

What that enjoyment might entail on his end, he couldn’t begin to guess.  Lance hadn’t been entirely forthcoming when the subject was brought up during their rounds earlier in the week—although he hadn’t exactly been the one asking what the guy wanted to do, in the first place.  

Things had felt a bit off in the communication department ever since their last outing to the Kitchens with Hunk the weekend before.  There had been a sudden tightness in the Gryffindor’s smile and undeniable stiffness to his gait that hadn’t existed prior to then, and though he was fairly certain the subtle change in the other’s demeanor had very little to do with him as a whole, it didn’t make it any easier to broach the topic.  Not when the evidence was frankly lackluster, and especially not with how mad he’d sound uttering those words aloud.  

Even just thinking them in his own head made him feel like an idiot.  Who paid that close of attention to another person’s facial expressions and the way they walked down a hall?  Serial killers and stalkers, that’s who.  The excuse of friendly concern only got you so far when there was nothing more to a person’s behavioral changes other than that their bloody smile appeared less genuine.  Merlin, he was losing it.

The door to the bathroom opened not even a minute later, startling Keith from his musings as he swung his gaze to the opposite end of the room.  

Lance shuffled out much the way he did every morning, hair tousled in its typical trying-but-not-too-hard mess of a style and skin aglow from whatever sorcery he enacted to keep it looking both dewy and soft.  The crispness of his uniform was at odds with the lazy manner in which he’d slung his tie loosely around his neck, topmost button left undone to show off the small divot between his collarbones.  

It wasn’t until the scent of something spicy and strong wafted over to tickle his nostrils that he realized he’d caught similar glimpses of this slightly more put-together version of his roommate in the past, the most recent of them being on Hallowe’en night.

Curiosity bubbled up his throat before he could think better of it, words already spilling from his mouth in the time it took to blink.  “Did you make plans with someone I’m unaware of today,” he asked, drawing those intense blue eyes over to his place nearly hidden behind the couch and the rather comical bowl of fake fruit still sitting atop the dining table.

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Go read the last update here and watch for this 12k plus update to drop sometime in June.

#klance #keith x lance #klangst #voltron #hogwarts au #my work #cherrypiewrites

[kaiwrites-if]

I'm so stoked for this--the show has such a special place in my heart. And Lancelot is probably my most beloved character, so I'm excited to see him on the RO list.

I really liked that he didn't have the same arrogance or boys-will-be-boys attitude as the other knights. He was kind and serious and his relationship with Merlin was so sweet? and absolutely unconditional. He truly accepted Merlin as he was and encouraged him to be himself and, importantly, never went on about the potential consequences of Merlin using magic. I firmly believe Merlin's own attitude toward magic would have been swayed differently had Lancelot been around to provide support.

Also, (spoilers for the show I guess) Merlin sending Lance off on the lake. Him bringing Lance back for a moment and Lance's "thank you" was love. Those were i-love-yous. Everyone talks about the queer subtext around Merlin and Arthur, but it was there with Merlin and Lance, too. It was just gentler, and damn was it heartbreaking.

Sorry for my Lance rant, feel free to ignore haha

I don’t think there’s much I can add to this, except that this is definitely the type of dynamic I want Lance to have with Merlin in O&F (no matter the type of MC).

#ask #c: lancelot #please rant away

[bellamyblakru]

omg ok so idk how many im allowed to ask for the otp ask game thingy BUT if this is too many just do the ones you really want:D (SORRY I GOT EXCITED)

merthur & 2, 6, 7, 13, 24, 29, 30

oh my god roya i went ham on these. i apologize in advance 💀i got so excited too siskksksksks thank you so much for this holy shit, it was literally so much fun

2. Big spoon/Little spoon?

omg i think it depends on who got the drama arc that day ajclajfefkafn i would say normally merlin is 100% the big spoon LOL he just has that “need to comfort and protect” vibe, you feel?

6. What is their favorite feature of their partner’s?

oooo so interesting, like physical features? id wanna say merlin loves arthur’s hands the most. like he can just sit for hours watching arthur signing documents and writing speeches and all that shit, plus arthur is definitely a hands on man (since he was touched starved to the max) so merlin always craves those little moments where arthur’s hand lingers on his own, or on his neck, or on his chest. the first thing to come to my mind for arthur is that he absolutely adores merlin’s hair. like when he forgets to cut it short and it gets a bit longer and more curly, the wildness just fits merlin so nicely. his hair in the morning is just so messy and perfect and the way the light hits it makes merlin feel more ethereal--its in those moments, right before merlin wakes up, where arthur just stares at this magical king and wonders what god he should thank for giving him someone so lovely.

7. What’s the first thing that changes when they realize they have feelings for the other?

OH GOD. dude, the first thing that changes for merlin is what he thinks about as he helps arthur dress for the day. now, he notices the subtle way arthur leans into his touch, the way arthur smiles softly when merlin fixes his collar, the way his own hands tremble, ever-so slightly, as he smooths out arthur’s shirt. ARTHUR. man, the first thing that changes for arthur when he realized he has feelings for merlin is EVERYTHING. my mans tries to not change a fucking thing about the routine or day--but he tries way too fucking hard and its painfully noticeable that something is happening in his mind. merlin notices it, of course, but thinks arthur is stressed about something kingly. you know who tells him to fucking stop? LANCELOT. that man walks up to arthur, drags his ass aside, and gently, but not weakly, says “you suck at this” and helps him understand that merlin is already head over heels for him wjsjjsksksks

13. Who reaches for the other’s hand first?

arthur. 100%. touch is his thingggg™️. merlin has probably ached to hold arthur’s hand for years, but arthur does it first. i imagine two different scenarios: one, its fucking chaos out. there is some bad guy or some shit they are fighting, the knights are scattered, they are bloodied, bruised, and tired, but merlin hasn’t left his side for even a moment. the warlock’s back is still straight, his chin is still high, the defiance burning so brightly in those eyes that arthur cant help but reach over and grab the man’s hand to try to gain some of his resilience and passion and strength. two, it could be the laziest fucking day of the year. the knights of the roundtable are laughing and eating in arthur’s chambers, lance and gwen are making doe-eyes at one another, gwaine and percy are stealin little glances, and arthur is just so fucking content. like he looks around to smiles, and laughing, and happiness, and he turns his head to see merlin staring at him in concern. and he cant help it, man, he just reaches over and squeezes his hand. merlin’s eyes widen, but a soft smile grows there. arthur just doesn’t let go though, so merlin leans over and puts his head on arthur’s shoulder being completely beautifully content together.

24. Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear during inappropriate times?

BRUH THIS SCREAMS MERLIN. I'M LAUGHING SO MUCH FKHNNSKNR. dudee. imagine it?? they are seated at a Very Important Dinner™️ with some Very Important People™️ and arthur is just about to make a toast and BAM-merlin whispers something outrageously fucking dirty. ARTHUR SPLUTTERS AND TURNS SO FUCKING RED ASDFGHHJK. merlin just smiles (his most regal smile) and turns away to talk to Very Important Someone™️ and arthur has to wait a few more minutes to compose himself and vows to get back at merlin later (he never does because merlin always beats him to it). OR LIKE DURING AUDIENCES? like this fucking farmer is complaining that he thinks his neighbor stole his chicken named Clucky and merlin just walks up to arthur and Says Something™️ that makes arthur cough...violently...and merlin turns around, solves the farmer’s problem, and goes back to his spot like nothing happened. arthur stares at him for much longer than he is suppose to before leon steps in and taps arthur’s shoulder to continue LOLLL

29. one headcanon about this OTP that breaks your heart

oh lord,,, where to start? im not sure if this is a common headcanon or not, but that merlin actually could have saved arthur. he is the most powerful warlock to ever fucking exist, and he couldn’t save him? i call bullshit. i think he had the power to, and i think deep down he realizes that when its too late (like arthur’s eyes fluttering shut too late) and thats what breaks him. what haunts him for literal centuries. the simple fact that he could have saved him. i think he didn’t know enough about his magic yet, or that he refused to acknowledge that kind of power simmering under his skin, or that he just didn’t believe enough in himself because of how many times shit had hit the fan when merlin did magic near arthur. so..yeah…yikes

30. one headcanon about this OTP that mends it

LOL im full of angsty headcanons so hmmm. during arthur’s reign, they used to stay up late at night in arthur’s chambers. it didn’t matter what they did: whether it was arthur teaching merlin how to play chess as merlin complained the entire time that strategy at midnight was a cruel and unnecessary punishment, or arthur helped merlin clean his chambers as merlin hummed an old song his mother used to sing to him before bed, or just the two of them sitting in front of the fireplace with two glasses of wine talking about everything and nothing all at once. but once the quiet hits, its never, ever, uncomfortable. they can sit in silence for hours and never be bored or scared to break it. they just sit there, side by side, leaning on one another like they do in everything in life.

thank you again😭💖💖 akakakakak i might have gotten too excited?😂

otp ask game

#ashley answers #IM SO SORRY ITS SO MUCH #I FEEL PASSIONATE ABOUT THEM #merthur #merlin #merlin bbc #bbc merlin #merlin headcanons #otp ask game #arthur pendragon #should this been ashley rambles too LOLL #long post #there are probably typos #skskskskks

[namelessayakashi]

Let's do 10 & 7 with Merlin and Arthur haha cause we can just get all of the headcanons for these two lovely idiots

Ahhh okay i like those ones, I have lots of thoughts about 10 especially—

Tbh I got rly excited when you said you were going to be sending me more bc I love doing these

Okay!

7. Piercings or Tattoos?

Arthur

Piercings, 100% I believe Arthur would be a piercings guy. He'd get his tongue pierced in a modern au to get back at Uther for being a dick. I stand by that belief.

But he wouldn't be opposed to getting a tattoo, and probably would after some tempting from Merlin

Merlin

Contrary to Arthur—I see Merlin as tattoos. He would have all sorts of tattoos, especially magical ones. I like to think he'd get a large dragon tattoo across his back (bc he fucking loves dragons), and Arthur would melt when he saw it. I just love the idea of Merlin with tons of tattoos, especially magical tattoos.

Though, as payment for tempting Arthur into a tattoo, Merlin would totally get a piercing, but nothing too obtrusive or noticeable. Probably just another ear piercing (bc he totally has them pierced), maybe an upper ear piercing that I can't think of the name of right now.

10. Physical or Verbal Affection?

Ahaha this is the fun one, I've thought so much about.

Arthur

The answer I have for Arthur is 100% dependent on whether he's giving the affection or receiving it.

Giving: Physical. Arthur is so much better at showing how he feels than putting it into words, due to his upbringing with Uther. So, he shows his affection through touch. It's how he knows how. He struggles to be verbally affectionate, never quite able to say what he means, although he still tries. He speaks sweet words and compliments and names, but he never can quite find the right ones to express how deeply he feels, because his love is so great it's overwhelming, and it's a feeling he's so unused to. So, he shows his affection through actions, and though touch, no matter how small or large, hoping that the receiving end will understand the silent declarations he's trying to get across.

Recieving: Verbal. Now, I have my reason for this, because yes I hc that Arthur is incredibly touch starved and would speak the love language of physical affection for both giving and receiving, but hear me out here. Arthur didn't grow up with much praise and verbal expressions of affection from his father. He grew up with commands, with 'you could do betters', with expectations for him held so high that he could hardly reach them enough to get a polite 'good job.' Noimnotprojectinglisten. So, when he grows up, and someone genuinely praises him for the first time, not because he's prince or because it's polite even if it's not meant, but because they genuinely thought he deserved the praise, his heart stutters, and his face flushes, and he does NOT stammer because a Prince does not stammer! But he remembers it, and he remembers how good it felt, and he craves it again, he craves more, because it made him feel proud of himself. So when Merlin stumbles into his life, insulting and praising him in the same sentence on an almost daily basis, his heart feels it may explode because it just feels so nice to be told that he's going to be a great king, that he's making someone proud, that he's someone's best friend, that he's loved. It feels so good to be told he's loved.

Merlin

Physical. Growing up with his mother in Ealdor, Merlin was exposed to so many tender touches and loving embraces, forehead kisses and hands held tight. It became the easiest and best way for him to express how much someone meant to him–one touch could say a thousand things that no words ever could. Words would fade, but the loving touch of another would always linger on your skin. So, moving from Ealdor where he was used to daily hugs and head kisses and shoulder pats from his mother and playful fights and more hugs and affectionate hits from Will, to Camelot where everyone was so...impersonal, and no one touched anyone like they did back home... It was a huge change. He had to adapt. The biggest way he showed his affection and care, was something he couldn't do without fear of upsetting someone or breaking some etiquette code. There was Arthur, though, who he snuck in touches to as he readied him for the day, night, battle, training, etc. He let his hands linger a moment to long, brushed his hair out of his face, purposefully antagonized him just for the playful bump in the shoulder or wack on the head. And then there were the knights, who gradually Merlin became more and more Physical with until it was common to see him cuffing Gwaine upside the head, leaning against Percival for a nap while he shirked his duties, hugging Lance in greeting and goodbye, slinging his arm around Elyan's shoulder while he told him a story of his earlier days with Arthur, and even holding Leon's hand on occasion when he was feeling a bit more anxious than usual or just knew something would go wrong but Arthur wouldn't listen. Arthur was the one he was the most Physical with, always touching him in some way or another, even absentmindedly placing kisses on his forehead that no one dared point out for fear of the King's wrath if Merlin stopped out of embarrassment.

Merlin is an incredibly physically affectionate person.

Send me a number & character (or multiple) and I'll tell you my headcanon!

#bbc merlin #merlin #arthur #the knights #headcanons #headcanon memes #ask game #ask #physical vs verbal affection #piercings and tattoos

[magicjesuscup]

So I’ve been playing Court of Darkness...

And I decided to make a post about who the princes would summon in a grail war...I mean, the magical realm probably wouldn’t have access to the same heroic spirits, but don’t worry about that. 

No spoilers below, but it is long.

Toa

He’s 100% positive Guy’s going to try summoning a saber servant, so he opts for an archer. At first, he plays with the idea of summoning the strongest archer he knows of. Toa doesn’t consider it for long though. A servant would only be useful to him as far as he could control them, and controlling Gilgamesh would be next to impossible. He decides instead to summon Arjuna. I can’t tell you how that goes though, because I know next to nothing about Arjuna. OTL

Rio

He accidently summoned Artoria. Don’t ask. He doesn’t know how it happened either. Artoria is super excited that her master is from a country that’s all about food. He and his valet are super friendly and make her feel very comfortable. Being counted among their ranks reminds her of the comradery of her own round table, and it’s all very nostalgic. She tried to hide her love of cats from Rio at first, but started to seriously doubt if there was much of a point when he was so open about his love of them. Rio was unapologetically genuine and it encouraged her to be a little more open as well. Rio is pretty good at swordsmanship, asked her to spar with him once, and never again. She’s just so competitive! Oof! (Also, Rio suddenly summoning a saber 100% ruined Toa’s plans, but he figured he’d be okay as long as Guy didn’t summon a lancer.)

Guy

He had been planning on summoning Charlemagne, and hadn’t realized the saber slot had been filled. So, his catalyst brought him Astolfo instead so Guy’s in hell.  

As the two descended a staircase, the room and stairs made of stone, Astolfo felt a cold shiver go down his back. “Hey, um, Master, can I ask you something?”

“You will regardless of my answer; you may as well.”

“You don’t...You know...Have a sex dungeon down here, do ya?”

“A what?” Guy asked rhetorically. His eyebrows met in the middle of his forehead and he cast his eyes in the direction of his servant. Astolfo asked him a ton of stupid questions, but that one took the cake. “No.”

Astolfo sighed in relief. “Good. Hey, Master,” he didn’t skip a beat, “what’s your policy on licking people?”

Guy nearly stopped in his tracks this time. “...Tough previous grail war?”

The paladin rubbed his head. “Maybe? I don’t really remember, but I have the weirdest sense of deja vu.”

When they got to the bottom of the stairs, Astolfo saw the reason they had come. Sprawled out in the middle of the room was a large dragon; it must’ve been his master’s familiar. For some reason, however, tears started streaming down Astolfo’s face.

Guy studied his servant for a minute. “You have a deep love of dragons.”

He wiped at his cheeks. “I guess.” Astolfo felt great pride when he saw the dragon as if it reminded him of something. But why did it hurt him so much?

Fenn

He of course summons a horney, prank lover caster: Merlin. They are two peas in a pod, but Fenn’s  poor valet...Violet’s in hell. Honestly, life was hard enough with one Fenn, now it feels like there are two. Oh well. At least now she can boast that the most famous wizard of all time is also terrified of her. Merlin isn’t terribly interested in fighting in the grail war, which suits Fenn just fine; he doesn’t care much about it either. Fenn’s more interested in the relationship his servant has with Rio’s saber servant since they seem to have known each other...Or at least Merlin seems to behave a bit more when she’s around.

Roy

Okay, I wanted the “perfect prince” to summon a literal knight in shinning armor (I was thinking Gawain), but I already have two Arthurian characters. So, instead he’s going to summon the Celtic equivalent: Diarmuid. Bonus, he makes a good distraction for Roy’s fangirls. Unfortunately, that love spot of his also works on Roy’s younger sister. It’s not as bad as it being his master’s girlfriend/wife/fiancée, but it’s still pretty awkward for Diarmuid. Roy doesn’t seem to blame him for it though or expect him to love his sister back; as long as Diarmuid is polite about it, it’s fine.

Lynt

Lynt summons Yan Qing. He was thinking of summoning Robin Hood (because of his tiny birb friend), but Toa beat him to an archer. He ultimately landed on the assassin class because he thought they’d be the most likely to let him sleep. He wasn’t wrong.

Lynt was curled into a ball and wrapped in a blanket cocoon. His back was brushing up against the side of his servant’s leg; Yan Qing was sitting up in his master’s bed.

“I do apologize if you were hoping for more excitement,” Lynt’s valet whispered as he cleared away a tea set.

“Nah. I kinda prefer this actually.” He watched the cocoon move slightly as Lynt breathed deeply. “It’s easier to protect him this way; He’s doing me a favor.”

Lynt rolled over, throwing an arm around Yan Qing’s lap and snuggling against his hip.

He smiled and readjusted his master’s blanket to keep him warm.  

*The prince if Ira (I’m guessing it’s either Lance or Dia) would probably summon Hijikata. But I can’t really say much else because I don’t know anything about the prince of Ira. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#Toa Qelsum #Arjuna #Rio Voleri #Thoma #Arturia Pendragon #Artoria Pendragon #Guy Avari #Astolfo #Fenn Luxure #Violet Muller #Merlin #Roy Invidia #Sherry Invidia #Diarmuid ua Duibhne #Lynt Akedia #Tino Maes #Yan Qing #Lance #Dia #Hijikata Toshizo #Court of Darkness #Fate/Grand Order #Weird Crossover

[queenofnohr]

Fate/Grand Order Gareth Line Masterpost

Here’s what I’ve been working on alongside my other work! I’ve been taking more time on my translations to be a bit more liberal with phrasing/making it not so literal, so I hope it’s paid off? Gareth is one of those types who’s kind of a huge Round Table fan, so while she speaks politely, her excitement shines through a lot. I hope I was able to capture that kind of youthful energy.

EDIT: All her lines are now available!

I.... should be using my patreon, probably, but I feel like voice lines are things that won’t really benefit me by being on there. I will hopefully have my first patreon only post up by next week (it’ll be a Material Book Profile from Book IV!)

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Summoning: I am Gareth. A knight who sat 7th at the Round Table, and as such served King Arthur!

Level Up: I could get used to this magical power! Ooooh~

Ascension 1: Yeah, this is what I’m most used to wearing after all. If I’m armed, I’ll be able to fight with you, you know? By the way, this armor is from back in the day, when I was traveling around as a page. Ascension 2: Hm? Did anything change? I don’t really think so, but thank you anyway! Ascension 3: Ooooh! Incredible!! This is my Round Table armor, Master! So cool, so cool!! Ascension 4: My lance was once praised by my former king, His Highness, King Arthur. If it is by your decree, it shall pierce through anything. In accordance with your will, it shall pierce through anyone. But, please, I pray you use me for the sake of building a peaceful world. —Whaaat. I tried to be just a little cool. Ehehe.

My Room Generic 1: If you just stand around, roots will start growing out of you! You’re young, Master! I’m young too! So let’s get up and get out there! My Room Generic 2: Masters and Servants are like kings and knights…… Hm? ...It’s….. A little different than that? Mm…… Ehehe, it’s kinda complicated, huh. My Room Generic 3: Okay, so, with knights and kings, King Arthur would be my superior…… That makes the relationship between a “senpai” and “kouhai” easy to understand, but…… Your kouhai is Miss Mash, so…… Hm…… Hmmmmm…… I don’t really get it…...

With Arturia: Our King of Knights…… Ah! Your Highness, King Arthur! ……To be able to meet again…… *sob*... *sob*....... I’m so sorry…… I’m so very sorry…… I wasn’t able to fight alongside you in that final battle…... With Bedivere: Sir Bedivere! Aha, it really is you! Oh, what’s with that arm? Strictly speaking you’re a different person? What do you mean by that? With Gawain: Brother, it looks like you’re in a good mood. …….Lord Gawain. Um……. Ehehe…… If you don’t stop ruffling my hair, I’ll get mad! …...But, Brother, I really am happy to see you again. I love you! With Mordred: It looks like Mordred is here too, but…… Mm…… I want to talk more, but I feel like there’s no chance of it happening. With Tristan: Infidelity is bad, you know! Sir Tristan? …...Sir Tristan! Don’t just look away, Sir Tristan. With Merlin: A- Actually, Lord Merlin is kind of difficult to deal with. I like him, but he’s a little…… how should I put this - a little scary. I can’t really put it into words. Master, please keep this a secret from Lord Merlin, okay? After Chapter Camelot (?): Ah, Sir Galahad? Sir Galahad…… that’s you, right? Why did you turn into a girl? …...Oh, my mistake, you’re Miss Mash! My apologies! Aha…… That was close. With Lancelot (Saber): Kya! N- No way…… no way, no way, no way!!! …...Could that really be……? No, it can’t be…… The great Lancelot from back then…… It is him- No way, you’ve gotta be kidding me! Awawa.... Awawa… Awawa…. What am I supposed to do with myself…... With Lancelot (Berserker): This sinister aura…… It’s just like from the day I was killed…… Sir Lancelot…… Even now, my voice still can’t reach you. With Astolfo: Oh boy! A Frankish Knight! Let’s joust! I won’t take no for an answer! With ???: Joust!!! With me!!! With Arturia (Lancer/Lancer Alter): Eh…… Is that His Majesty, King Arthur? But, there’s so much that’s different…… Like, um, it’s really hard to say this directly, but…… How did his majesty get a horse indoors……? With Arthur Pendragon: Your Majesty…… that’s you, isn’t it? Isn’t… it? Hmmmmm.

Likes: What I like? A spear and shield! Or even just a spear is good with me! Is there anyone who’s up for a joust? Then again, we can’t really have horses running around indoors…... Dislikes: What I hate most is oil slicks. It’s really easy to slip on them, you know? Holy Grail: A mass of magical energy? I have no interest in the Holy Grail. Perhaps if my former king wanted it, then maybe…… No, even if that happened, I wouldn’t be able to get it. Of all the Knights of the Round Table, only Sir Galahad was able to obtain it. If there was anyone else who might be able to…… Oh, that’s right. Sir Percival probably could.

Bond 1: I’m the child of King Lot and Morgan, Gareth. I once served King Arthur, and received the seventh seat at the Round Table. Oh, of course, it wasn’t the original seventh seat. The Knights of the Round were constantly shifting members around. Bond 2: You want to know…… how I became the final knight of the Round Table? Even though I was inexperienced, the other knights - and more than anyone else, His Majesty and Sir Lancelot - supported my joining. Oh, that’s right, I don’t think I mentioned that. I served as Sir Lancelot’s squire. Bond 3: “One day, you’ll rank among the greatest of knights. In time, you’ll become a true knight, comparable to your elder brothers.” Those are the kinds of things everyone used to say, and they were more than I deserved. …...Eh? Was there a lot of pressure? O- Of course there was back then, but certainly not now! Bond 4: When Big Brother Agravain decided to accuse Sir Lancelot, I was sad. I was just... so, so sad. I objected, of course. Because he was Sir Lancelot, the one who bestowed upon me the ranking of “knight.” To me, he was the ideal knight - someone I wanted to be. Bond 5: Yes, long ago…… I was killed by Sir Lancelot. I didn’t really understand what happened…… I was helping Lady Guinevere, and then I saw Sir Lancelot running toward me, and I- He-...... No, it’s all simply a shame. No matter what I say, I cannot stop that day. My words can’t yield anything, and so the past- the moment he took my head in his hand and crushed it- it can’t be changed. In his eyes, I didn’t exist - not one bit. This, I am perfectly aware of. I don’t regret it anymore. But, I was summoned in peak form, spear in hand! And so I’ll fight with all my strength, just like I did back then! I’ll do my best!

Event: It looks like there’s some kind of fun festival going on! An event… Aha, so that’s what it is! Then, let’s head out right away, Master! Birthday: Happy Birthday! It’s an auspicious day, so even though it’s been a while, I’ll try to occupy myself in the kitchen. Just leave everything to me. I’ll even pretend to be your assistant for the day.

Battle Start 1: You face the seventh of the Round Table, Gareth! Battle Start 2: I will absolutely attain victory! Battle Start 3: I’ll go all out. That’s okay with you, right?

Card Select 1: Yep! Card Select 2: I got it! Card Select 3: Hm…...

Extra Attack 1: Ei! Ya! Haugh…… Fire! Extra Attack 2: Ei! Ya! Take my Arondight Overload!

(she actually has 4 Extra Attack lines - but the other two are just variations on these 2 with different yelling)

Skill 1: I have confidence in my endurance! Skill 2: My hands are often praised! Ehehe! Skill 3: O, ring! Lend me your power!

NP Select 1: Is it really okay? NP Select 2: Absolutely!

NP 1: Face me! Augh! Haugh! Time for the finishing blow! Ira Lupus (Rampaging Wolf Maiden)! NP 2: I’ll take you down! I am a wolf! My spear is my fang of certain death! Here I go! Ira Lupus (Rampaging Wolf Maiden)!!

Damage 1: What was that? Damage 2: It’s not over!

Defeated 1: How…… regrettable…... Defeated 2: I- I…… can still…...

Victory 1: Victory! I won, Master! Victory 2: Fufufu, think I’m small and you’ll be sorry. Victory 3: I’m still a Knight of the Round! I won’t lose!

#fgo #fgo translation #fate grand order #my translations #long post

[fleetofshippyships-archive]

Fanfic Author Meme

Tagged by @diligent-thunder and @rockmarina​ =)

Okay, so I’m me, and I talked way too much, so I’m putting this under a cut to save your dashes. You’re welcome 😘

Please do not reblog this post.

Author Name: 

Fleetofshippyships + Knowyourincantations + Legendaryroar

Fandoms You Write For: 

(in order of decreasing # of fics) Harry Potter, Voltron, Merlin, Yuri on Ice, Star Trek, Star Wars and then a few one-offs that aren’t really worth mentioning.

Where You Post: 

AO3 primarily, Tumblr, trying to post more on Pillowfort, I also post on a couple of sites for knowyourincantations

Most Popular One-Shot: 

Fleetofshippyships: Potter’s Insatiable Cock (Drarry, Explicit (duh XD), 20k (viewable only for logged-in AO3 users)).

Knowyourincantations: A Decent Start to Things (Pansmione, Teen, 7k)

Legendaryroar: Finding Time for Rest (Sheith (Voltron), Teen, 3k)

Most Popular Multi-Chapter Story: 

RestraintNone of my old multi-chapter fics are available to read at this time and I don’t really write multi-chapter fics anymore.

If oneshot/drabble collections or two-shots count, then:

Fleetofshippyships: Vanilla and Sweet Spices (Drarry, Explicit, 2 chapters, 20k)

and this really doesn’t count, but technically it has multiple ‘chapters’ soooooooooo

Legendaryroar: Kinktober 2018 (Multiple ships (Voltron), Explicit (duh), 31 ‘chapters’, 26k)

Favourite Story You Wrote: 

I don’t think I ever have a static favourite, I’ve just written too many things, I too quickly move on to the next (and frequently forget some of my own fics exist XD), but recently I re-read In Pursuit of Red Wine (Dreville, Teen, 29k) and really enjoyed that again, and I am really attached to it cos it was my first longish rarepair fic, kind of proving to myself that I can write longer rarepair stuff. 

I also recently re-read Unburdened (Merthur (BBC Merlin), Explicit, 2k) and really enjoyed that too, had a total disconnect from having written it since it’s been so long, so I was able to read it without self-judging, and oh boy that was nice. 

I’m also quite proud of Healing What’s Left (Parkgrass, Teen, 2k) for some reason, I dunno, maybe the dark political backdrop of the fic, or maybe just cos it’s the first time I’ve written Daphne as the main character and I’m happy with the result and now have some headcanons about her rather than her being an unknown blank character to me. 

I also binge read a lot of my Voltron stuff recently and had big feels over that so....I also specifically enjoyed re-reading The Perks of Skincare (Klance (Voltron), Explicit, 3k) again cos I dunno, I like how I wrote Lance XD and also the Sheith fic I linked earlier is a fav for sure. Shiro/Rest is the ultimate OTP.

It really depends how soon after I write something or when I go back to re-read it as to what my fav is at any given time (or people commenting on it and hyping me up for it again).

Story You Were Nervous to Post: 

Everything. But most recently I was terrified out of my mind before posting: 

Friday Night by the Fire (Harry/Neville, Teen, 583 words) because I have a lot of fears about screwing up trying to write ace characters and somehow not even making that a focal point of the drabble made it even more terrifying,  No More Waiting (TianShan (19 Days), Teen, 2k) because it was a new fandom to write in, Harry Potter and the Maudlin Merman series (Drarry, Teen+ Mature, 3k +6k) due to my feelings of inadequacy because it would be better as long fic but I struggle too much with writing these days to write long fics and can only manage short things. I’d rather write this as a long fic, but then I’d never finish it so connected oneshots are the best I can do right now, but I still feel it’s not good enough and have a meltdown whenever I post one. And speaking of which, I’ve been sitting on the next one for months and should probably just fucking post it already.

Actually, most recently: Minding One’s Limits (Cho/Ginny, G rated, 1.5k), because I gave Cho a disability modeled off my fibromyalgia and wrote a scenario similar to something I’d dealt with myself, it was incredibly uncomfortable to write in the first place, and then terrifying to post, even though it’s so short. But in the end I’m proud I finally wrote about it a bit? I dunno, might take me a while to work up the nerve again though XD (also was my first time writing that ship, so there was a lot of nervousness over that too)

Oh, and I was a super ball of anxiety posting  Kinktober 2018 (Multiple ships, Explicit, 31 ‘chapters’, 26k) because for almost all of those it was the first time I was writing those kinks (and some were kind of squicks for me but I wanted to see if I could write them anyway cos I’m dumb like that) and in a lot of cases those ships were completely new for me to write too, in addition to trying to write and post 1 a day, so...yeah. Also that was my first time writing tentacle and human/werewolf smut so...yeah. I was an absolute mess that month and not in a fun way. But I’m still really glad I did it, it was fun =D

In summary, I’m always an anxious mess posting anything, but most especially if it’s something I’ve not written before or is personal to me XD

How Do You Choose Your Titles: 

Most of the time I’m staring down the empty title field in AO3 cursing like a fucking sailor when I choose titles XD Sometimes it’s a line/theme/feeling from the fic. Sometimes it’s totally random and just comes to me. Sometimes I just grasp the first thing that I can no matter how stupid it sounds cos it’s been three days and I still don’t have a title and I’m over it and ready to post before I lose my nerve.

And tbh, it’s only getting harder to think of titles as my number of fics increases, and I’ve now started thinking of the perfect titles only to realise I already have a published fic by that title so....TITLES CAN DIE A FIERY DEATH

Sometimes, not so much anymore, it would turn out that I would give a wip doc a name just so I’d know what it was, sometimes as a joke with whoever was reading it and cheerleading while I wrote it, and then I would refer to it by that and think of it as that so much that when it came time to actually give the fic a title, it was too late and I could not think past that stupid file name, and that’s how Potter’s Insatiable Cock happened, and how I very nearly called a Merthur fic Arthur’s Wanking Tower (saved that one at the last moment thank god cos the tone of that fic is actually really serious and emotional and wtf was I even thinking with that file name and actually I linked to that fic above XD it ended up being called Unburdened). 

Potter’s Insatiable Cock slipped through cos it’s actually relevant to the fic content and I could live with it.

But needless to say, I don’t give my wip docs joke names anymore XD

Do You Outline: 

Only if I never want to actually write the idea...once I outline, it’s over. I can’t write to a detailed plan. It stifles me. I’ll always get stuck having to try and think ahead to the plan, and then I lose the flow and nothing works because I’m a pantser/intuitive/instinctive writer not a planner. Sometimes I jot down ideas but in like, the vaguest of ways, usually more focused on emotional development than actual scenes or events or anything because then I won’t be able to write it (and I rarely stick to those vague ideas anyway). 

I can really only write when I’m staring down a blank doc with no idea where it’s going and discover it as I go (which is why writing is so fun for me). I can only finish a fic if I don’t think too hard about what’s going to happen next and just let it happen as I write. 

This of course means that editing is a fucking bitch when I finish anything, beginnings often get totally re-written, but if I plan, it just doesn't happen at all, so I’ll take the extra editing if it means I manage to write something.

I do have a lot of detailed plotty fic idea outlines...and I mourn them cos I’m never going to write them now, but they’re so goooooooooood XD

Complete: 

Online (across all 3 accounts): 381 (incl. my hidden drarry fics as they are technically online just hidden, not incl. individual oneshots/drabbles in collection ‘fics’, of which there are ridiculously many). Offline: 20 (I have the worst habit of just sitting on completed fics and I really need to stop)

In-Progress: 

Too many to name, last time I counted it was ~60 but that wasn’t even including my vld wips so...I don’t actually know. I hoard wips and just switch up what I work on all the time depending on mood/interest levels/effort required. 

Current main focuses are a 50k+ plotty Drarry (*fingerscrossed* cos this is my first time seriously attempting something long (will probably reach 80k at least) in a very long time and I put it down for a few months and thought that was it but then I picked it up again recently, yay!), and re-writing some hidden fics I can’t put them back up in the quality they’re in, I just can’t guys, they’re awful.

I’ve been thinking a lot about working on the longish 8th year Pansmione fic I started for the wlw big bang before I had to pull out of cos stupid life stuff. I might pick that up again for a bit too, couldn’t be more different from the Drarry one so it’d make a nice focus break =)

Coming Soon/Not Yet Started: 

I don’t even plan fics I’m writing, I sure don’t plan ahead to stuff I haven’t even started XD The only think I can think of for this category would be me re-writing my hidden long Drarry fics.

Oh, and there will be a Merthur oneshot coming (hopefully) soon, because @april-thelightfury115​ won my custom fic giveaway with a merthur idea. Just waiting for my brain to cooperate so I can start that and not suck XD but I’m so fucking excited to write some Merthur again, you have no idea.

Oh, and lots more Sapphic September drabbles coming too, I’m way behind and only just posted day 11 cos this month is literal hell for me, but I am still planning on finishing the prompt list, no matter how long it takes, but no plan for those, not even which ships, I just sit down with the next prompt and a blank doc and see what happens.

Do You Accept Prompts: 

Yes, I love writing to prompts, I’m take them via google form here, but I’m in such a bad space with my health I’ve been really struggling with writing lately, managed to do a bit of editing (fuck knows how), but writing new stuff is so hard, so there’s a long wait while I wait for my fibro fog to ease off to the point I can write new stuff with more regularity (and less stupid errors I have to edit out later).

Upcoming Story You Are Most Excited to Write: 

Again, I so don’t plan. But I really want to be making more progress on the long plotty drarry wip I’m trying to write. I’m still not sure I’ll have the guts to post it even if I do finish it, given its subject matter (it would make a great careers or consent fest fic tbh), but damn I’m really excited by it. Not sure I can maintain it being plotty and not revert to focusing on the relationship (which is easier for me), but I can only try and see what happens. (trying to write a non-relationship plot without planning is a nightmare but I don’t have a choice if I want to write it at all XD)

I’m also now excited for my longish pansmione wip too actually, just because it’s already longer than my Dreville long-ish fic and it’s exciting and scary to do longer rarepair stuff. I’m way out of my comfort zone with the fic itself, but I dunno, I re-read some recently and fell in love with it all over again, like, flustered lesbian-awakening, disaster for Pansy (but sure she still hates her) Hermione? YES PLEASE! and also, I am guilty of not writing female characters as much as I should because, well, canonically, they don’t have much depth and I’m very meh about them, but in this there’s a huge focus on them because they’re all determined to band together for 8th year and Hermione is making friends with them (Parvati is like, dragging her along all the time XD) where she once dismissed them so it’s scary but exciting =D I’m getting more practice with all the sapphic I do over on knowyourincantations, so I feel more confident working on this wip now =D

I’m also kind of excited about re-writing my old long fics, because they’re all 3 years old now, and my writing tastes (and skill, yikes) have totally changed, so it’s like I’m writing the story again but how I would write it now while maintaining the overall same plot, so it’s really interesting, like discovering the story all over again. Like in one (Making Malfoy Blush) I’ve gone as far as introducing a new side character to replace another’s parts because I no longer feel those parts are in character for them. It’s super terrifying, but it’s fun at the same time =) it’ll take me forever to do these though, so I dunno about ‘upcoming’ really, I only chip away every now and then when I’m unable to write new stuff but am still coherent enough to do something.

Eh, it is what it is, I can’t write like I used to, hence me being inactive more than active these days, but I’m trying to work within my new limitations instead of getting frustrated with them and just giving up entirely =)

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Now, who to tag....I think anyone I would tag has already done it, and if not..I blame the fog if I’m forgetting someone obvious, if you wanna do it just say I tagged you so I can be nosy and take a look =)

Again, please do not reblog this post

#* #tag meme #tag game #about me #hope i don't regret linking to my other ao3 accounts #but i'm at the point if I get more bullshit like before i'll just abandon fandom entirely rather than shift to one of my other accounts #they served that purpose well when I needed it but the reasons for having to do it are not a problem anymore #so i'm tentatively linking to them for anyone who wants to read my other works #and hoping no one is mean about it #and please don't reblog this post in case I have to delete it to cut the link

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okay I know I rarely (ie never) talk about arthurian legends and stuff but uh i had this idea a while ago and Idk here it is now

(this was going to be a short summary post i said, it wont be that long i said)

TW for death/child death its just mentioned and if your familiar with arthurian legend then you know whats coming but extra warning here too

TLDR arthur gets dethroned because he killed babies, morgause takes over, arthurs ""banished"" and hide in northern briton, arthur finds baby mordred and raises him, they come back to camelot years later and secrets get revealed its all emotional and shit goes down

so first off its an AU

its the same prophecy as alway "morgause's son will be the downfall of the reign of king arthur" (paraphrasing) but this time the prophecy is immediately self-fufilling

when the news spreads around that the kings gone parinoid and drowned babies because of it the smaller kings, lord, many commoners, and even some of his own men rise up against him, magic prophecy sword be damned

there are a couple of battle, barely enough to call it a war and Arthur gets dethroned (Merlin disappears too) and Morgause (with her relation to Uther) gets crowned Queen of the Britons and personally decided Arthur punishment as new leader and because of the loss of her child at his hands

So Arthur is told to "never show his face near Camelot again" and since he doubt a boat will allow him passage off the island he decides to go to the north border of the island where its less populated and live as a secluded hermit and sustain himself off of fishing

He's avoiding people as much a he can and there are rumors of some of the water becoming haunted because of the lost souls of the children from may day and illusions by their souls to hurt any who come near, people have even been leaving the area because of it, so arthur figures he'll move there, free easy shelter and the lost souls of his sins make him pay

So he wandering among the recently abandoned houses and he hears crying coming from a house right on the waters edge, its sound like an infant crying, and Arthur go checks its if only for him to face the blood on his hands head on

He does find an infant though, with blonde hair like his own and eyes like his half-sister, and he just break down crying/laughing then and there because he's holding the baby that was to fulfill the prophecy he feared so much when its already come true

He wants to contact Morgause, but any knight would probably kill him on sight without question

So from there on out he swears to raise the child, as best he can, and so he does he teaches them fishing, cooking, and all other things a parent should, trying to manage the magic the kid has, and the child is enamoured with the old stories of knighthood he tells, and so he starts to teach them the ways of a knight, and and the child names them self Mordred, and Arthur hides a wince behind his smile and support

Because Arthur is hiding things, He knew he couldn't tell Mordred when they were young, much to dark of a past for a child, but the child is growing into a young man, and Arthur's excuse is growing weak until he realises the only thing holding him back is the fear of losing his son, "his" son the one he tried to rid the world of so long ago

But things are still peaceful in their family, they fish and hunt and live a calm life, Mordred handles going into town for any harder to home make goods, and he's got a few friends in town, but Arthur grows nervous as his son readies to head out into the world

Then a knight, a real one, come into town when Mordred is their and calls for his father saying he has been summoned to see Queen Morgause, Mordred of course takes the letter back to his father, a summons from the queen!, maybe he's being called back to help the crown, he had so many stories of knighthood, maybe Mordred could become a real knight in Camelot

His father reacts badly, they dont talk for two days, till his says to sell what they can and buy to horse to head to Camelot, Mordred is, of course, excited caught in daydreams of proving himself to be a knight, and Arthur dreads for all he hasn't said and the time limit on his secrets

They reach Camelot and Mordred has already started a fight with people cause "how dare they treat my father in such a way", so they end up walking(getting dragged) to the throne room Morguase tries to start with a angry/snarky comment but stops when she sees Mordred, a young man with her eyes, and her jaw drops, she looks at Arthur and all he says, is "I have a lot to explain"

and wow cliffhanger ending my really long au post its more likely than you think anyway from here it

- Morgause realizing her childs been alive this entire time and the man she though killed them has been raising him

- Mordred having this whole bomb dropped on him, and his reaction

- Arthur desperately not wanting to lose his son and trying to bring peace between him and Morgause

- Mordred family size expanding after a pretty solitary home life (4 brothers ,a sister, a mom + step dad, an aunt (morgan {court sorceress}), and step uncle? (Kay))

- the Orkney sibs "hey yknow that sibling i told you was killed as a baby" "yeah?" "well actually theyre alive and here right now"" "whAA"

- Havent Mentioned Kay much but he's torn up about Arthur cause his step brother is back and he's tried to make up but Kay also sided against Arthur way back when

- Mordred learning much more about his magic cause lets be honest Arthur couldn't teach him much

- Guin and Lance are together cause Arthur was never in between them in this au

- Galahads there around the same age as Mordred, likes his step mom (guin)

- Merlin is lurking in the background cause after he effed up he went even more extreme than before and is now plotting to put Arthur back in power

yeah I'll probably do/add more later but yeah

#arthurian #arthuriana #mordred #arthur #morgause #AU #feather quills #< writnng tag i guess #death mention #death tw #child death mention #child death tw

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What “Pilot Personality” do each of the Voltron Characters fall into?

This has been sitting in my docs for exactly a year under the title “stupid freaking meta” cause it was a pain to write. But it’s been on my mind so I thought it was time for another post, based on my experience as a pilot and member of the aviation community. 

As I was making this I realized that this might be some good fanfiction material for y’all, so enjoy. (Fyi: every pilot-related example or description I use in this post is a real life true story/situation that I have heard or experienced! Nothing made up.)

I began learning to fly at age 16, before I learned to drive. I got my pilot’s license at age 19 which was almost 6 years ago, and it’s safe to say I’m just a little obsessed. I spent years around pilots from all walks of life, and very quickly caught on to the fact that there are different types of pilots, but still a common thread that goes through everyone.

When I sat down one day in July 2016 and watched Voltron for the first time, I was immediately smitten. It was everything I loved: space, flying, technology, awesome characters, all rolled into one. Interestingly enough, I can pinpoint the EXACT SECOND I first fell in love with this show...

I literally paused the episode here and texted my friend about how I had found the new Big Thing in my life. This was it, this show knew us. As I continued watching I was thrilled to see each character be such a fabulous example of the different types of pilots and have a lot of deep threads I resonated with. I’m going to go through each main character and describe what “type” of pilot they fit and why. So buckle up folks, this post is Hella Long. First up,

Lance

It may be hard to believe, but I speak from experience when I say the vast majority of pilots are exactly like Lance. Even if your normal personality is not like his, he amplifies the traits that are inside every one of us. It doesn’t matter what your personality is like on the ground, your pilot personality can be a lot different, 

Lance isn’t scared. 

These are the kind of people who live for dives and stalls, pitching down the nose and laughing maniacally as the engine builds up to a whine and the ground fills the windshield. In order to get to this point, you have to be really comfortable with the aircraft, know what it can do and what it can’t. This kind of boils down to the first point about pilots in general that are illustrated nicely in the show:

Pilot thing #1: You have a healthy fear of what you should be afraid of, but you know you don’t have to be afraid of much.

Personally I have learned to fear only three things as a pilot: birds, fire, and myself (the ‘myself’ point we’ll come back to later when we talk about Shiro). Most everything else is a non-issue and might even be considered a thrill. This doesn’t mean we’re not cautious and responsible, but we’re not scared.

True, imidately following this scene, Lance crashed the simulator (which I also theorize he did on purpose), so it could be argued he’s not that great of a pilot, but the point still stands. He’s in training, we all did stupid stuff in training, I did stupid stuff in training. It’s the attitude we’re talking about here.

* Side dish for thought: I see a lot of the fandom throwing around the term ‘cargo pilot’ like it’s some sort of insult, or ‘oh that’s so boring and has no prestige whatsoever’ but let me set one thing straight: being a cargo pilot is the BOMB, and I would take that over being a fighter any day.

Flying a 180 ton aircraft filled with supplies or troops through canyons and around mountains, low enough to trim bushes and kick up sand, and the satisfaction of yelling “5 tons of toilet paper comin’ in hot!” into the comms is an end in itself. The poor grunts in the back are strapped in like sardines and trying not to hurl at your erratic maneuvers, but they don’t complain cause they know you have to stay low and move crazy to avoid enemy fire. You and your Thicc Baby are proud as anything when every load is delivered safely, whether its potatoes or tanks. (From what we see in Voltron it seems Lance didn’t want to be a cargo pilot, but I have to admit it would have fit him pretty well.)

#2 Talking to your aircraft

There is not a pilot on the face of the Earth that does not talk to their aircraft like it is a sentinent being, and treat it accordingly. No matter how big and tough we are, you can always catch us patting our ship with a dopey smile and gooey eyes, cooing “Hey Beautiful” or any other myriad of pet names.  It’s a thing, everybody does it. I don’t pretend to know the psychology.

Keith

Ok story time.

A few years back, I took a nurse’s assistant course and worked in a elderly care home.  It was an awful place. Elderly folks who had no family lived in small, dirty rooms, no longer able to care for themselves or sometimes even communicate. I knew everyone on the floor, and tried to show them love as much as possible in their often abusive situation.

One such person was a tall gangly man in his nineties. He was confined to a wheelchair, never made eye contact, and never spoke. Every mealtime we would take him into the cafeteria and sit with him, spoon-feeding because his hands shook too much to hold a utensil. We were encouraged to talk to him as much as we could, even though he never responded and none of us were sure just how mentally present he was.

One time I went into his room, I noticed something. On the rickety table at the end of his bed was a small, dusty photo frame. It held a picture of dashing young man in an Air Force uniform with sharp eyes and half-smirk, a curly-haired little girl in his arms. One of the nurses told me that was him and his daughter. Since we now had a little something in common, I decided to bring it up at the next mealtime.

“Sooo, I saw your picture on the end table,” I hedged, holding out a spoonful of potatoes. I didn’t expect a response, and sure enough, he remained staring at the table blankly.

“You were in the Air Force, huh? That’s pretty neat. I’m a pilot too, but I’ve haven’t flown anything very exciting.” I held the spoon to his mouth and he took it, swallowing slowly.

“P-38’s or P-51’s are my favorite,” I rambled, scraping together the creamed peas. “There’s something about the sound of that Merlin engine that can’t be beat!” I hummed and shook my head with nostalgia. The fighter planes from WW2 had always been my favorite. With the next bite ready, I turned back to him, and almost dropped the spoon in shock.

His head was lifted, back straight, staring at me with such intensity I almost thought he would leap out of the seat. My mouth hung open, spoon frozen midair, and for a moment I sat there in disbelief. I’ll never forget the look in his eyes, bright and fiery, overflowing with words he couldn’t speak. Finally, I recovered enough to smile, wishing I could hear what he wanted to say.

“I love flying,” I whispered, “There’s nothing like it, is there?” His eyes stayed locked on mine, and it was a long time before he could be coaxed into taking another mouthful.

Here’s where I’m going with this. Pilots like Keith are from an era that no longer exists. His are the type we can only find in the silent annals of history, like WW1 and 2. Pilots who were called “knights of the air,” unorthodox and brave in every sense of the word. Cutting out engines and making impossible maneuvers that pushed themselves and their aircraft to the limits and beyond. Split-second, all or nothing stunts that shouldn't have worked but did, pilots that flew by pure instinct and blood running like fire through their veins. Pilots who couldn’t let go of the controls when they landed because they had been gripping them too hard, too long. Pilots who would wait till the very last second to bail out of a burning plane so they could direct it to crash into a target, pilots who coaxed their plane to finish a mission even though half of it was missing, oil was smearing over the canopy, and hydraulic fluid was dripping down their legs. Pilots that got into a new plane that had just been designed and no one knew what it could even do, and flew it anyway. Kamikaze pilots who put their plane into a dive toward a target, knowing it would be the last thing they ever did.

They fought a war, some of them won, and they all disappeared.

The nature of air war isn't like that anymore--with the advent of supersonic jets and drones, the era of the fighter pilot is all but gone, and the gritty sword fights in the sky have become extinct. Even those who are fighter pilots today are given strict guidelines, and risks are reduced to a minimum.

Pilots like Keith don’t exist anymore because they are not born, they are only made under certain circumstances.

The closest you will get to those kind of pilots today are probably bush pilots, they’re pretty much the only ones left that push everything to the limits, fly with no rules, and rely on instinct. But for now, that spirit of Keith, that “you fight like a Galra,” drive, that extra sense and lion-heartedness...are only found in museums, in monuments, and in gravestones.

Shiro

Shiro is a classic fit to what we call a “Jet Jockey.” Responsible, hero-type, yet still a massive dork; the guy you’d see in charge of the Thunderbird demonstration team. He’s a leader, calm, charming, and fierce. It’s in the blood, in the way they walk and smile. When you hear the term ‘you got it or you don’t,” these people definitely “got it.”

They’re perfect, polished in the exterior, but what you sometimes will not notice is their vulnerability. Most all of them have lost close friends, hold some kind of loneliness or sadness in their chest, something that only the love of the air can soothe. Be nice to these guys. People like to put them on a pedestal, but they need human companionship to not let lost in the sky.

I’d like to take a moment here to share my insights from aviation relating to Shiro, namely, Pilot Error, and the Kerberos mission. I see a lot of content in the fandom of Keith and the Holts being outraged that anyone could suggest that the Kerberos crash was caused by pilot error. The typical response is along the lines of, “Shiro was the best, the brightest, most skilled and responsible student, he would NEVER make a mistake like that.”

That’s bullshit and every pilot knows it.

From our very first day in flight school, this concept was drilled into us until we could recite it in our sleep. Mistakes happen to everyone, no matter how good you are or how much experience you have. You think, “Oh I would never do that” or that just because so-and-so is legendary they can do no wrong. It happens every day and the best pilots are not immune. The vast majority of crashes are caused by errors by pilots who are not dummies. It’s the go-to answer when no one is quite sure what happened because it’s the most likely reason. It sobers the rest of us, thinking “that could easily be me,” but we don’t doubt it or get outraged cause we know it can happen to the best of us.

People are prone to make mistakes for no reason, when we know better. It just…didn’t even cross your mind at the time. You thought you were doing the right thing. It’s happened to me personally and I very nearly got killed, but it really opened my eyes to the whole issue.

Semi-related to this is a theory I’ve been toying with: that Shiro getting chosen to pilot the Kerberos mission was a controversial and even scandalous decision. Here’s the cold hard facts: There is no way Shiro was the most experienced pilot at the Garrison. Even if he was a prodigy and had insane natural talent, someone that young just does not have the experience that an older pilot that had been flying for years would have under his belt. Shiro was probably so good that some of the higher-ups at the Garrison wanted to assign him to Kerberos, but the other portion were against it, saying it wasn’t smart to be sending someone so inexperienced, no matter how good he was. When the Kerberos crew disappeared, it could easily have become a huge, maybe even public scandal, where the people who opposed the decision were crying “I told you so!” and citing what a mistake it was to assign someone so young.

The youngest astronaut NASA ever sent to space was 32 years old, and she certainly wasn’t in charge of anything at the time. The youngest person ever in space was a 25-year old Russian cosmonaut named Titov who was essentially strapped into a capsule and launched into orbit to test what happened to the human body in zero gravity for 24 hours (not pleasant, they found out). He was also the second human to go to space, when we knew pretty much nothing about anything. I can’t imagine the guts this guy had, knowing he was going up as an experiment. The whole story is worth checking out. Honestly this sounds more like something the Garrison would do, and the whole situation adds to the suspicion that something is fishy in the place.

Experience rules, I cannot emphasize this enough. It doesn’t matter how “good” you are or how fast you learn, the guy with more experience will always be better than you, no matter how old they are. For Shiro to be the most experienced at such a young age, all the other older pilots and instructors would have to be dead or medically disqualified, or something.

Short end of it is, there is no way Shiro was the best pilot at the Garrison, or the best choice for the mission. Even if he was a prodigy and at the top of his class, which I’m sure he was, that’s not what the higher-ups use to make a decision. Of course, this whole theory might be moot. The creators most likely put Shiro on the Kerberos mission for plot reasons only, but realistically is a little different story.

Hunk

Hunk’s category of pilots hold a special place in my heart: the mechanics. They probably otherwise would not be pilots, but it’s convenient to be able to fly the stuff when they’re running checks. Always covered in grease, their second home is in the hangar, tending to the planes like a kind doctor to a child with the flu. They listen to the aircraft. It’s more of a technical relationship, not quite as mystical as the other pilots tend to portray it. For the Hunk-type, it’s dissected into moving parts.

These folks are NICE. My best friend in training was a mechanic named Bob, who was a ray of sunshine and the sweetest guy absolutely ever. He was also HUMONGOUS, and it was always a kick to seem him squeezing into a tiny Cessna 150 with a squinty-eyed smile and a cheerful “Let’s see how she does!” He would never fly more than a few trips around the pattern.

“Nothing major,” he would say. “I’m not gonna do any crazy stuff like these guys,” *points thumb over shoulder at the Lance-like pilots drinking coffee* “Just little trip around the pattern so I can check out what I did without having to wait for another pilot to take ‘em up.”

They talk up a storm, they ramble. Mechanics tend to make fun of pilots for knowing nothing about how the airplane works, and have gut intuition like no one else. You LISTEN to these guys when they have a hunch or you. will. die.

Pidge

Pidge’s type of pilots are fun to be around. Curious, in the learning stage, usually teenagers, enthusiastic and eager, wanting to be a pilot for the intellectually stimulating reasons (“I read all the fighter manuals”).

I’m reminded of one of the students who was training at the same time I was. 5’4, short cropped hair, large aviator sunglasses, devouring the training books with quick wit and banter with the instructors. She also would roll up to the hanger in her sporty convertible right after getting her drivers license, blaring “Sexy Back” loud enough to shake the propellers off the nearest aircraft.

They may not have the ingrained, primal love for hardcore flying that pilots like Lance, Keith and Shiro have, but to them it’s cool and they love it for their own reasons. It’s a stepping stone to something greater, more knowledge, laid out before them like the rolling landscape far, far below.

Allura

When we’re sorting Voltron characters into pilot categories, Allura drops with a perfect little clink into the box marked Female Helicopter Pilots.

If you’re looking for folks that are Tough, who can catch grenades in their teeth while brandishing two sub-machine guns and walking through fire, you’ve come to the right place. Arnold Schwarzenegger's got nothing on these women. Don’t cross them, they can most likely bench press their own helicopter. They instantly generate mad respect, you feel like bowing whenever they walk in a room.

Fixed-wing pilots and helicopter pilots are two very different breeds, and usually are very loyal to their respective aircrafts. Most airplane pilots wouldn’t be caught dead in a helicopter and vice versa. Of course there are exceptions, but the accepted culture is for the two groups to rib each other, kinda like cat people vs dog people.

These pilots have a beaming smile and deceptively sweet twinkle eyes. These are people who have whipped the butts of every obstacle given to mankind, stared death in the face and beat it with their bare fists. I might be exaggerating here, but this is the feeling one gets when coming across these women.

Coran

Oh Coran, you are one of the most iconic pilot types, and the one folks are most likely to encounter hanging around any small airport. The middle-aged-and-older folks that fly to to other cities for lunches, dubbed “$100 hamburgers.”  They are chipper, wear shorts and Hawaiian shirts, and like to reminisce about the good old days. I am not exaggerating. Most of them are hobby flyers or retirees with eccentric senses of humor and very large amounts of money, maybe more than one plane and an antique car. If you start talking to one, be prepared to spend a while. They are a bottomless well of tall stories of glory, belly laughter, and that snark and slightly odd sense of humor that can turn dark if the right subject is brought up.

All together, pilots are a colorful bunch. Most everyone fits into these basic categories, but there’s a common thread through it all. Love, almost to addiction. Once we get in and taste the crisp air aloft, feel the vibration of the aircraft beneath our fingers, hear that ethereal voice speak to us. There’s no going back. It calls and calls and calls, and the farthest star is too close to hang our dreams.

Hope this has been helpful or interesting to someone. Please feel free to come by and talk to me about anything!

#pal meta #Voltron #Lance #Keith #Shiro #Hunk #Pidge #Allura #Coran #aviation #pilots

[quietlysatan]

We'll Be a Dream - Sarageek16, AO3

Link: Here!!

Rating: T for Teen and Terrible But At Least Well-Meaning Parenting

Favorite Quote(s): Cause this is important

And I feel like crying, but I don't, 'cause I'm not a girl.” Arthur folded his arms.

“Boys cry,” Merlin pointed out. “I cry. Like when I'm hurt or something.”

“You're different,” Arthur said stubbornly. “You're allowed. I'm not, 'cause crying never solves anything.”

Merlin stared. “But it feels good to cry. That's really stupid, Arthur.”

 Awwwwwwwwwwwwe

“Whenever you want a hug, I'll hug you.” Merlin promised fiercely. “I'll give you the best hugs ever, even if you are dirty. I promise.”

Listen, she may be a bitch, but I’m convinced she had her own way of showing her care. Regardless she wasn’t a good mom. And I do love when the unmentioned things that probably happened happen. 

“That's alright,” Nim said. She looked up at the gray sky and smiled a little. “Go to the car, boys.”

“But what about--” Arthur started.

Nim's eyes flashed. “I don't like to repeat myself, Arthur,” she said coldly. “Go.”

Corny best friends are the best best friends

Arthur certifiably growled. “Shut up. Dick.”

“My name's not Richard.”

“Damn it, Merlin, you know I hate it when you say that.” Arthur pulled a face. “It's so corny.”

“Which is why I say it.”

Because these are the best kinds of jokes

Then, he smirked. “Besides. It would only be fitting, seeing as Papa Merlin is magic too." Merlin scowled. “If she starts calling me that, I will hurt you.”

Been there before

Merlin's middle finger twitched. If Caroline turned away just for one second...

I love Merlin

Oh my God, Merlin thought, kind of horrified, we look so gay.

Words & Chapter(s): 33,278 words in a one-shot

Summary: “My mommy's name is Nim. I'm Arthur. Like the king of Camelot,” Arthur bragged.

Merlin gasped in excitement. “My name's Merlin!” he said, beaming. “And my mommy—she says Merlin was a wizard and King Arthur's best friend!”

Arthur frowned in thought. “D'ya think we should be best friends, then?”

“I dunno. You're kind of mean.” Merlin told Arthur matter of factly.

“Well your ears are weird.”Merlin's hands flew to his ears. 

“They are not!” he squawked.

“It's okay,” Arthur assured him, “this makes us even. So are we best friends?”

Or:

Arthur and Merlin literally collide when they are five years old. From there, they slowly, stumblingly grow into their connected destinies as the king and his wizard. Written for Paperlegends 2013.

Score: 13, I would literally read this over twice in a row it’s so good

Pairing(s): Merlin Emry’s/Arthur Pendragon, background Gwen/Lance, Arthur dates other people occasionally before Merlin and he get together.

Warning(s): Attempted non-con (WHICH FAILS SPECTACTURILY BUT THERE’S A MORE THOROUGH WARNING IN THE AUTHER’S END NOTES.)

Different mentioned non-con, Arthur is potioned, but technically willing...?

Forced homophobia and one actual homophobia incident that’s handled

Bad Parenting. Not like hitting your kid bad, but, still...

Uther is still a bitchass. He slaps someone for no reason. Or rather. Because he’s a bitchass.

I promise this story is not nearly so dark as these warnings make it seem.

Pros: This story is so sweet and well written and honestly I'm Completely in love with it. I especially like the part where Arthur first finds out Merlin is gay and starts watching nothing but lgbtqap+ movies, it's great and adorable and funny and nice.

The writing itself is lovely and easy to read and, as someone with ADHD, I didn't skim read once during this.

I really like the take the author has on a modern world with magic, it's essentially what I've been looking for all along really and I'm happy to have found it.

I hate what happened to Arthur during That Time, but what he got out of it was fantastic and I love it.

Aesthetic: First love, discovering yourself, dyeing your hair for the first time, trying food from a culture you've heard of but never actually tasted before, dancing alone wild and free, singing That Song with your best friend, knowing someone has got your back always, living in one another's pockets and not realizing it for years, saying stupid things you didn't mean and crying about it afterward, falling for your best friend and loving them completely, and somehow managing to make it mutual.

#Merthur #Satan has great taste in: Merthur #Merlin Emrys/Arthur Pendragon #arthur pendragon #merlin emrys #modern fic #still magical tho #kid fic #college fic #childhood friends to lovers #childhood friends to lovers fic #fanfic rec #fic rec #fanfic reccomendation #fanfiction recommendation #30k fanfic #well #33k fanfic #happy ending #mostly fluff #with a little bit of angst

[owlways-and-forever]

Summary: The Marauders are getting older, and that means so many things. Mischief, heartbreak, and trying to figure out who they really are. They’ll face problems within their group, prove their loyalty to each other, and discover the ugliness that is brewing in the wizarding world at large. Welcome to Years 2-4 of the Marauders time at Hogwarts. **This piece is a sequel to Behind the Mango Tree, however, you do not have to have read the first installment to pick this up. It does stand alone, but there is some carry over from the last book, especially with inter-character relationships. Basically, you don’t have to have read BtMT, but it certainly helps. Word Count: (3,045) 17,423 Links: FFnet | ao3 | tumblr: Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4

A/N: Well, would you look at that, I've actually managed to finish this chapter on time! Cheers to sticking to the posting schedule, hopefully I can keep it going next week too...Also big shout out to @mischiefpuff for betaing this and to @indiebluecrown for enthusiastically volunteering to read over it, you are both wonderful.

This chapter is... well, all the angst. Lots of feels, lots of bonding between the boys. The title is a pretty big giveaway for what happens in this chapter. It also marks the last chapter of their 2nd year at Hogwarts, so when we return (hopefully on time) we'll have some excited third years on our hands!

Anyway, that's really all my notes for this chapter. A friendly reminder that feedback is ALWAYS appreciated, and if you really like story, feel free to recommend it to a friend. (And if you really really like the story, hit me up on Ko-Fi). So that's all and enjoy the chapter!

Chapter 5: Furry Little Problem

“I’m worried about Remus,” James said in a hushed tone as the Gryffindor boys all got ready for bed.

All except Remus, who had been ushered away by Professor McGonagall in the middle of dinner, muttering something about a family emergency. He was careful to keep his voice low, so that Lance and Firmin, who had the farthest beds from them, wouldn’t hear. At least, he hoped they would hear, and if they did hear, they would know enough to butt out.

“It seems like every month he’s sick,” James continued, “or there’s an emergency, or something that calls him away, and he always comes back looking deathly.”

“I’m sure it’s nothing to be worried about,” Peter said dismissively, but he stopped folding his sheets down and caught his own reflection in the glass of the window.

“How can you say that?” James hissed, staring at Peter with wide eyes. “He looks dreadful for days on end, what if there’s something seriously wrong with him?”

“Then it’s his decision whether or not to tell us,” Peter argued, turning to face James.

“I think James is right,” Sirius said thoughtfully, looking between his two friends. “Something seems off, and I think we should... check in. It’ll show that we care about him, that we noticed and are concerned.”

“Or it’ll show that you have no respect for his privacy,” Peter said, looking thoroughly disappointed. “What if it has something to do with Zeva? What if, I don’t know, what if he’s going to visit her grave with his parents or something? Don’t you think he has the right to try to process the fact that his little sister died however he needs without you two butting in and telling him how dreadful he looks every time.”

“Well why keep it secret, and why go on weeknights?” Sirius rebutted, trying to think it all through.

“I don’t know why, maybe she really liked the full moon or something,” Peter said, but he instantly knew he had given too much up. It would be the hint that gave it all away. He quickly tried to cover it up and steamrolled on. “But it doesn’t matter, he ought to be allowed to grieve privately if he wants to. It’s none of our business.”

“He is always gone at the full moon,” James whispered, looking at Peter as if he were bathed in light.

“I – I don’t know, I never noticed,” Peter denied hastily. “It was just a suggestion that maybe his sister –“

“No, Peter, you’re right, I’m sure of it,” James said, shaking his head. He got up and walked to the window, just to be certain, and sure enough, hanging in the sky was a great big full moon.

“You don’t think...?” Sirius gasped, turning toward his friend.

“The school would never allow it,” James answered, trying to make sense of it all. “We can’t just ask him if he is, can you imagine how it would look if he isn’t?”

“But we have to talk to him though,” Sirius asserted.

Remus thought his friends were acting very strangely the next day. He was tired and sore from his transformation, and even though Madam Pomfrey had mended all his cuts and lacerations, he still felt like his body had been put through a shredder. Sirius, James and Peter hardly spoke during the whole day, their usual antics set aside for reasons unbeknownst to him. He thought that perhaps something had happened while he was gone, a fight or some late night that had deprived them of sleep, so he wasn’t terribly concerned. Until dinner, when his gut began to fill with dread at the furtive glances James and Sirius were giving each other, and him. Peter seemed removed from whatever was happening, looking pointedly at his plate of food, and resolutely ignoring James and Sirius.

They all trudged along in silence back toward Gryffindor Tower, and Remus didn’t want to be the one to break it, so he just followed their lead, smiling lightly at Peter, who seemed extraordinarily sullen. They were only a few floors away when James and Sirius ducked into an empty classroom with no warning. Remus gave Peter a curious look, but his friend just sighed heavily and followed the others into the room. Remus gulped, trying to tell himself that they couldn’t possibly know, that he was safe, that these were his friends, and they were probably just pulling some prank on him. Merlin, please let it just be a prank. He took a deep breath and followed the others into the room, the door swinging shut behind him with a heavy thunk.

James and Sirius stood together by the professor’s desk, arms crossed and stern expressions on their face, while Peter leaned against the chalkboard behind them, determinedly looking at his shoes.

“Don’t do this,” Peter hissed quietly, and Remus’ heart dropped into his stomach.

“Remus, we know something’s going on,” James announced, looking defiant and completely utterly sure of himself. So very much the opposite of how Remus felt.

“We think we know what it is,” Sirius continued, his body language mimicking James’. “But we’d rather you told us yourself.”

“I dunno what you’re talking about,” Remus denied quickly, trying very hard not to let the panic show on his face.

“Yes you do,” James insisted. “Come on, Remus, all the nights away, saying that you’re sick or you have to see family. And it’s always on a full moon. You don’t think we’d eventually catch on that our best friend disappears once a month? Didn’t think we’d see the pattern?”

“I’d hoped...” Remus said quietly, not daring to look at them. “How long have you known?”

“It’s true then, you’re a werewolf,” Sirius gasped, his voice low in surprise, and Remus nodded in shame.

“We just figured it out last night,” James answered, elbowing Sirius sharply.

Peter shifted a little behind them, catching Remus’ attention and Remus narrowed his eyes, focusing lasering in on him.

“Peter?” he asked sharply.

“I figured it out around Christmas,” Peter admitted, pushing away from the wall. “Things didn’t seem to add up and then you were gone all night and...something just clicked for me I guess. I didn’t say anything though, I promise.”

James and Sirius both gaped at Peter, and from their expressions, Remus knew that what Peter had said was true. He hadn’t told them anything about his suspicions, they had all figured it out on their own.

“So now what?” Remus asked, scuffing his shoe along the ground.

“What do you mean?” Sirius replied, cocking his head, and James and Peter both looked equally confused beside him.

“Well, what are you going to do?” Remus said. “The staff all know about me, but I can’t ask you to keep my secret. You could tell the whole school and have me thrown out.”

“Of course we’re not going to have you kicked out!” Sirius exclaimed. “Why would we do that? It’d only spoil our fun. Or have you already forgotten our late night mattress escapades?”

“Because... I’m a monster,” Remus replied simply, his shoulders sagging in defeat. He was despicable, nothing could convince him otherwise.

“Remus, you’re not a monster,” Peter said, reaching out to touch his friend’s arm, but Remus shied away.

“I’m not a stuffed animal!” Remus snapped, annoyed that the other boys didn’t seem to understand how abhorrent he was. “I could kill people and I would have no control over it! I could bite someone, make them like me...”

“You’re being dramatic,” James scoffed. “You fold your socks, Remus. Forgive me if I’m not trembling at the sight of you.”

James shook his hands, pretending to quake with fear, over the top and obviously fake. Sirius laughed heartily and Peter grinned, but Remus felt stunned.

“Why aren’t you afraid of me?” Remus asked, stammering through the words. “You don’t...and...I mean...I could be really dangerous! I am really dangerous!”

“Really, Remus,” Sirius teased, “what part of ‘you fold your socks’ isn’t getting through? Besides, its not like you transform spontaneously. We’ve got a pretty good idea of when it’ll happen, which makes it right easy to avoid you.”

“Then surely you must despise me,” Remus added, shaking his head. “Werewolves aren’t exactly popular.”

“We don’t hate you,” Peter said kindly, looking at Remus with wide and sincere eyes. “We could never hate you for this. You’re still the same Remus you’ve always been –“

“Except when you’re not,” James joked, and Peter shot him a nasty look that said this-is-not-the-time-for-jokes.

“It doesn’t change anything,” Peter insisted, and James and Sirius nodded in agreement. “And you never have to worry about us telling anyone, we wouldn’t do that to you.”

“But... but...” Remus stammered, unable to accept their words as truth.

“Remus, mate, we’re your best friends,” James said, putting his hands on Remus’ shoulders and looking him dead in the eye. “You’re going to have to try a lot harder than that to get rid of us, yeah?”

Remus cracked a small smile then, feeling like crying at the generosity and acceptance of his friends. He had a feeling it wasn’t the end of the discussion – they would be curious about things, inevitably, and he would always have some doubts – but for now, it was enough that they said they wanted him to stick around anyway.

James looked remarkably pleased with himself, as if this conversation resolved everything, and perhaps for him it did. He was often like that – everything was black and white, and he was quick to bounce back. At least on the outside, things never seemed to bother James for long.

Neither Peter or Sirius seemed to share James’ levity. The former looked guilt-ridden, worried that Remus might blame him. If he hadn’t made that blasted comment about the moon, James might never have put it all together. Well, maybe not never, but certainly not that night. He really should have kept his mouth shut, should have done a better job protecting Remus, protecting his friend.

“It’s alright, Peter,” Remus said to the other boy, drawing closer. “Thank you for not telling them.”

“But –“ Peter began to protest, but Remus just shook his head.

“You’re a good friend,” he continued, his eyes tearing up a little bit, “and I don’t think you’ll ever know how much it means to me that you just didn’t say anything – not to me, not to them – without even asking any questions. Not many people would have done that.”

Peter only nodded, seeming about as choked up as Remus felt, and the significance of the moment passed between them. Then it had drifted away into the air, Peter grabbed his bag from the desk and left the room, James hurrying to follow, sensing the awkwardness building between Remus and Sirius.

Darkness had descended on Sirius’ features, surrounding him like a black veil. His grey eyes had hardened to steel and his eyebrows had begun to twitch inward, like they were fighting the anger brewing in his belly.

"I know you're mad at me," Remus said, once Peter and James were gone. He seemed to realize that he had grabbed Sirius' sleeve and let go quickly. "You think I'm a monster, I get it. I am a monster."

"Remus, I'm not mad at you. I meant what I said earlier - you're not a monster and I don't hate you," Sirius answered, but he couldn't seem to meet his friend's eye.

"You've been silent and sulky all night,” Remus countered, pulling his own sleeves down over his hands and balling them in his fists. "You can't even look at me!"

"I'm not mad," Sirius repeated unconvincingly.

"I know you are!" Remus said, his voice rising dangerously. "Just tell me that you hate me! Be honest! Tell me that you think what I am is disgusting. I can handle it."

"Remus, I don't give a rat's bollocks about your - your furry little problem!" Sirius shouted back, stepping closer to Remus. "Okay? So just drop it."

"Then... why are you mad?" Remus asked, trying not to hope too much that his words were true.

"I just... I care that you didn't think you could trust me enough to tell me," Sirius shrugged, looking out the window.

"Sirius, I -"

"No, I get it, you don't tell anyone, I just..." Sirius shook his head, trying to keep his eyes from tearing up, "I thought we were more than that. I thought we didn't have secrets."

"Sirius," Remus said quietly, taking a step closer to his friend and reaching out for his sleeve, "there are some things we just don't tell anyone. We all have our secrets, don't we?"

"There's nothing -"

"You have secrets too," Remus insisted, "And that’s okay, I won’t press you, but I promise that when you're ready, you can tell me anything. But I didn't want this to get out, I didn't know how you guys would react. The wizarding world isn't very accepting of... of people with my condition."

Sirius spun away from Remus, grinding his teeth together and running his fingers through his curls.

"You should have trusted us," Sirius argued.

"I didn't know if I could," Remus answered, trying to make Sirius understand.

"How could you not know?" Sirius snapped, pulling his arm out of Remus' grip, and turning to pace the classroom as his agitation grew.

"You and James are pureblood," Remus sighed, "I know what your families taught you. Think about what you said last year, about halfbreeds."

"I've changed since last year," Sirius snarled.

"This is a hard thing to just unlearn," Remus countered. "Prejudice against my kind runs deep, Sirius."

"You should have known it would be different for you though," Sirius said, changing tactics. "You're our best mate, we would never hate you for something like this."

"Oh, so if it was someone else, you would think they were a monster?" Remus questioned, his usually mild temper rising. "If it were Lance? You're not all that fond of him, so you'd probably hate him, right?"

"No, I wouldn't," Sirius insisted, clenching his jaw, his pride getting the better of him.

"Fine," Remus huffed, crossing his arms.

"Don't be like that," Sirius said, irritation mounting.

"Like what?" Remus snapped.

"All mad at me and stuff," Sirius answered.

"Well you're making me mad!" Remus said.

"Why?"

"Because you're impossible!" he replied, plopping down at somebody’s desk. "You shouldn't think that werew - that people like me aren't monsters just because you like me. You should... you should think that because they aren't. Because its this horrible thing that they're forced into and they get no choice and if we could cure it we would, but..."

"Remus, I swear I don't think werewolves are monsters," Sirius insisted.

They stared each other down for a few seconds, trying to read each other’s minds. Eventually Remus sighed, sinking into a chair, his annoyance dissipating.

"Okay," Remus conceded. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you."

"I'm sorry you didn't feel like you could trust us," Sirius answered, sitting down next to Remus and nudging him with his shoulder.

"We should go study with the others," Remus said after a few moments of quiet. "They'll wonder where we are."

"Or we can sneak down to the kitchens and get some more crumble," Sirius suggested, raising his eyebrows excitedly.

"No, we need to write this essay for Binns," Remus replied.

"Why? It's not like he's going to notice," Sirius joked.

"Come on, let's just go get it done."

The two boys stood and walked out of the classroom, making their way to Gryffindor Tower and ducking into the common room. James and Peter had already pulled out their books and were working diligently, although James kept looking around the room distractedly. Sirius found it hard to focus on the impossibly dull essay Binns had set them, despite Remus' admonishments every time he got distracted. Who cared about the stupid witch trials anyway? It was like nine hundred years ago. Sirius wished they could learn about something more relevant. Things felt more intense lately, like all the professors in the school were worried about something big happening. He had no idea what it might be, but it had to be significant for the whole teaching staff to be concerned. The older students seemed stressed as well, more than just worrying about the NEWTs. Whatever was going on, it was affecting everyone, and Sirius didn’t want to be left out.

#gen writes #hp #marauders #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #james potter #sirius black #QiMH #Better Together

[yerabearmum]

Finally got around to watching season 7 and HOOOO BOY do I have a lot to say

“he’s the youngest pilot ever to lead a mission into space” I think you forgot to mention ‘professional gay disaster’

Shiro looking at Keith, who is staring morosely out the window: he so obviously needs a hug but he would also glare a hole through my face if I come within ten feet of him how can I show this child love

DO YOU SEE LANCE'S LITTLE SWOOPY HAIRCUT

why is Little Lance’s voice deeper than Big Lance’s

“the emo kid’s doing it!” of course he is what more would you expect from the kid who never talks and openly but silently hates your guts

how does this twelve-year-old know how to drive in the first place

Kieth:*steals a car*

Me: PROTECT HIM

shiro doesn’t even look upset he’s just concerned and impressed

lance is so done with science in general

hello my name is takashi shirogane and welcome to my ted talk

Romelle’s hand gestures fill my soul with warmth

Coran is literally just Space Steve Irwin

Coran’s intimidation methods are #fierce

if that’s seriously how you used to wrangle yelmores then is it really any wonder why Alfor is dead

“like you, lance” an hour of adoring silence for this sibling relationship

how much you wanna bet Shiro is aware of everything around him and his only thought is “listen baby bro I already came back from death once why do you fear that I can’t do it again”

Keith yawns like a gay queen

I aspire the be the same level of zen as the recorder guy in the background

just remember that keith was and still is just as much of a showoff as Lance

Hunk’s expression when James says the only reason Keith is there is Shiro ‘james srsly are you trying to die”

“is that what mommy and daddy told you before-” MY MOMMA NEVER TOLD ME SHIT

there is exactly -.0002% chance of me ever getting over the gorgeous indigo color of Keith’s eyes they’re like tiny emo galaxies

consider: Homelle is such a wholesome hufflepuff ship

Lance Saves All Our Asses Again and It Goes Completely Unmentioned Afterwards Again: a novel by nobody because Lance gets as much recognition as a piece of bra lint

Pidgeot shaking a water drop off her head like a tiny woodland nerd sprite is my new reason for existing

my smol children just got smoler

Shiro looks like some kind of Gaydiana Jones on that hover thing

it’s probably just the anime eyes but it seriously looks like Little Keith is wearing eyeliner

shiro zooming off the cliff is like me trying outrun the overwhelming weight of existence

bby keith in the sunset is Hiro Hamada minus the tooth gap and personal healt- oh no wait that would be Shiro. shiro is baymax. floofy boi= marshmallow bun. WHERE DO THE CONSPIRACIES END.

honey you’re like twenty-two and a very bad liar

Admiral Sonda is just Sam Holt as a woman

literally the gayest gay breakup they could get away with. I applaud you

how dare they use the most underappreciated character as literal bait 

ah, i see rescuers down under made an appearance in the timespace of a single frame

why do the yelmores sound like Chewie

the phonotonium bubbles are bringin back memories of the Newtcase scene

that moment when you realize what he means by “you can’t do this to me again” and you feel your will to live crumble into Satan’s coffee grounds

the way that Lance says “ready to charge up the lions?” reminds me so much of that time in Eureka when Zane was like “ready to smash some unstable atoms together at the speed of light?” 

I can’t remember a single time that Lance looked happier or more excited about life in general that he does in the intro and... oh, look, there goes my heart. falling to the floor. shattering on the concrete. again. look at it go.

Coran honey they are standing right next to each other does it look like Cosmo is eating her

road trip humor

darling child do you honestly believe that this lion is going to let some random-ass person sit down and drive it

HE'S LONELYYYYYY

What the everloving fuck is wrong with the Altean alphabet

Hunk's selfies are so precious

"No. Nope. Nuh-uh. No way. Can't do this." BIG MOOD OKAY

ALLURA HAS FUCKING SUPER STRENGTH

yes thank you for that recap Lance we had not yet noticed the difficulty of our situation

"super dangerous it's perfect" yeah me too hon me too

will the little PEW PEW sounds ever cease to amuse me? the answer is no

Kosmo+Krolia is the ultimate kickass mom team

WAIT WHAT I THOUGHT THE PROBLEM WAS THAT THE JAWS WOULDN’T OPEN

guys come on have a little faith in him

I, too, sometimes narrate my life inside my head

Kosmo: oh I’m sorry I’ve been a wee bit BUSY DYING

so apparently Kaltinecker is just a generic name for space cows? I don’t like this

“who are you?” *Mushu voice, unfurls wings* “your worst nightmare”

Axca is just “whoop I kicked your ass mY bAd”

“Indeed I was, but now I am your savior.”

why is Ezor so lovable

“we’re going to have to use a more extreme approach” *pulls out silly string threateningly* “start talking”

Hunk looks so offended when they’re picking who to torture

Ezor would be perfect for one of those Garnier Fructis commercials where they pick stuff up with their hair

Can we talk about Lance and Pidge's sibling relationship? I think as much as they complain, they both really miss having that close kind of relationship. Pidge has Matt, of course, but he's not exactly open to talk anytime they want. This leaves Pidge and Lance to fall back on each other. Lance grew up in a big family, and probably also a very tight-knit one. So whether he realizes it or not, he depends on those kinds of connections, with stupid little arguments and support. I think that sibling connection is the one thing that really keeps them grounded when nothing else can.

Oh! And the other thing: This first occurred to me during the "DON'T YOU TOUCH HER" scene, because Lance is the first one to react protectively. Sure, the other's are protective of Pidge, but it's different for Lance because he reacts in such a 'big brother' sort of way. Again, Lance comes from a really big family, so playing the big brother role is second nature to him, and I love that it's such a huge part of his character to be protective.

*S&M plays every time Axca is onscreen*

Coran doing the Office Look

Coran: the lions are weak, we’ll end up right back here

Axca: then perish

I think the guard is already overwhelmed enough, what with having his quiznack handed to him by a couple of mice

Takashi honey does he look okay

why does Zethrid just sound like a guy trying and failing to do a girly voice

so apparently Axca has a type and that type is guys with ‘flippity hair’

Pidge’s smolness is a weapon in and of itself

when did Lance become the right-hand man I like this arrangement

“Can we just fight?” is the pg equivalent of “I’M GAY BITCH”

Ezor’s... head thing makes her look like Space Rapunzel

she was *Star Wars voice* seduced by the dark side of the force

do they seriously expect us to believe that there’s just an alien named Bob

‘intergalactic goofballs” is the most accurate description yet

“c’mere keith” WIVEL WIVEL WHIRL

“I... uhhh” is the most artist thing I have ever heard

do the creators just stuff cookies in their mouths and say random stuff to come up with alien words

WHY DIDN’T THEY GUESS KOSMO IS LOOKS MORE LIKE KOSMO THAN A LION

princess Lance is playing this game the right way don’t you yell at him

Keith’s voice when he says “windy cave?”

”the dumb one” bitch you’re the one who’s dead so who’s really the dumb one here

Bob please stop hurting my son his self-esteem is already fragile enough

Is he beautiful? Absolutely. Is he dumb? ABSOLUTELY NOT STOP HURTING HIM

One of these days Lance will straight up dab and on that day I will die of joy

Allura is literally picking up Hunk and I love it

now Allura’s asking the really big questions. I mean, what are any of us doing here. We’re just specks of dirt floating on the vast tissue of time

Pidge is trying so hard to look like she couldn’t care less and I’ve never related to anything more

She looks so smug whacking the camera

KEITH HAS OFFICIALLY ADOPTED SHIRO’S PROUD SPACE DAD FACE

Lance’s face when he’s talking about his little crush on Keith

CAN YOU TWO GET ANY GAYER

I just want Coran to get to earth and be Dumbledore in a play

I like the end music it’s so dancey and disco but not cringy

In the course of two seconds Coran goes from the Lorax to a ginger version of the guy from Ratatouille

KoSmO ThE dElIvErY wOlF

was that for real an alien dick joke

I like how both my gay sons have marks on their faces. Shiro has a scar, Keith has a Galra mark. What’s next? Lance with airbender tattoos? I hope not.

that is legit just a watermelon with tusks

oh Merlin no that’s even worse please go back to the watermelon

zippity zap your neck goes snap

don’t you love it when female characters literally glow with power? because I do

that was such an Avengers moment

Chat Noir would be proud of you, Hunk

Shiro is a savage

THE FACT THAT KEITH THOUGHT HE HAD TO EXPLAIN WHAT FLIGHT FORMATION EXERCISES ARE

the paladins adopting ‘quiznack’ into their casual cussing vocabulary is what I live for

if “something will come to kill us any minute now” is a good thing, you have severely low standards

oh yes lovely they’re having group hallucinations of space bats

OHHHHHHHHHHH YES BRING ON THE QUESTIONING OF EXISTENCE I NEED THIS ANGST

Hunk stubbornly refusing to sound off is so relatable like my stubbornness also drives all those around me slowly insane

HUNK IS LITERALLY SHOOTING A GIANT RAY OF SUNSHINE BECAUSE HE IS ACTUALLY A GIANT RAY OF SUNSHINE

Hunk being shocked by being shown any form of value and appreciation crushes my heart this boy needs to be loved

that enthusiastic “YEAH!” is what sleep deprived happiness sounds like

I like to imagine the voice actors practicing dramatic anime screaming while they drive to work and now I can’t breathe cuz I’m laughing too hard

WAIT WHAT I THOUGHT THE ENTIRE PROBLEM HERE WAS THAT THE LIONS WEREN’T CHARGED ENOUGH TO FORM VOLTRON

Keith and Lance’s bayards make giant magic wings that’s some serious soulmate shit right there

really you’re not gonna shoot it first to check if it’s real? after that whole space monster thing? you’re just gonna zoom toward it? hon c’mon

and of course the creators had to ask themselves “How can we best ruin this moment of joy? THE GALRA INVASION”

Colleen Holt is a force of nature and the living embodiment of “don’t fuck with me I’ve got the power of God and anime on my side”

Iverson: here’s what we know

Me: YOU FOOL YOU KNOW NOTHING

Sammy’s not having none of your shit so shut it before he tapes it

DO YOU SEE COLLEEN’S FACE I DON’T WANT LIFE ANYMORE

oh jeez they’re lined up by height that’s adorable

I like how this clearly takes place in a fairly distant future, but robots aren’t doing everything like people seem to think they would. The evident majority of labor is still done by people, like engineers and flight directors.

BITCH IT’LL BE YOUR WAR WHEN THE GALRA ARE ON YOUR DOORSTEP DO YOU REALLY WANNA WAIT UNITL THEN 

I’VE ONLY HAD COLLEEN FOR LIKE TEN MINUTES BUT IF ANYTHING HAPPENED TO HER THIS SHOW WOULD BE DEAD TO ME

If they’d shown Keith’s recording it would’ve been like “Hey, it’s me. *with Kosmo sprawled across his lap, panting loudly. Lance is snickering quietly behind the camera* I don’t exactly, uh... have family on earth. But I’m Keith, the Garrison’s number one discipline problem. I wear the title proudly, but I still just wanted to... apologize, kind of, to pretty much every authority figure at the Garrison for making your life living hell. Yeah.”

“but everything changed when the Galra invaded”

does Kinkade ever speak? I kinda want him to be mute. A disabled fighter pilot would be the coolest thing

Veronica is such a badass 

aw man he spoke 

I can’t wait for when Krolia comes back to earth everyone’s gonna be like “oh fUCK A GALRA SHOOT IT DOWN” and then Keith walks out with his arms up like “HOLD IT THEY’RE WITH US” *Krolia steps out* “everybody say hi to my mom”

“Don’t miss” oh yeah I just thought I’d let them go this would be a great way to let Sandac know we’re here

THE SMALLEST PIDGEOT

oh my Merlin they have a dog

oh what a soft moment

what was with that dramatic look between Keith and Griffin? I mean I know this is Keith we’re talking about but there’s no way they held a grudge that long over a disagreement when they were... what? Eleven?

Allura is rocking that Garrison uniform

“Allura, you’re a genius!” yeah sweetie I know

OH MY MERLIN MY TWO ANGELS ARE HUGGING DO YOU SEE KEITH’S FACE

that’s going to electrocute him 

HOLY QUIZNACK SHE HAD A BALMERA CRYSTAL ON HER FOREHEAD THE WHOLE TIME

 Shiro’s hair floof looks less like a bird now and more like a dead bush

WHERE THE FUCK IS THIS ALLURALANCE COMING FROM THE STARS GAVE NO WARNING OF THIS I DO NOT ACCEPT

Veronica is officially one of my faves

Kaltinecker is just like “oh this is happening now”

SMUSH

I still can’t believe they got the particle barrier up in the first place

PLEASE TAKE NOTICE OF THE FACT THAT LANCE IS THE FIRST PERSON KEITH CALLS FOR

ohhhh look it’s launching somethings going good- wait never mind  WHY ALWAYS THIS

Leifstoder is adorable

CAN YOU ANIMATE SOMETHING ELSE 

Griffin has the voice of an angel

Shiro’s floating arm kind of ruins the dramatic hero effect of the doors opening into the light of battle

should the beams from the zyphorge canons be that pretty

I know Sendac is an ass and he deserves to die but I have to admire his dedication

NOW I’M FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEFALLIN

my major problem here is that, a) how is Shiro alive? he has no helmet, no oxygen tank. all the air should be sucked right out of his lungs. He should be dead, and b) NO HUMAN BEING CAN JUST BARREL THROUGH EARTH’S ATMOSPHERE UNPROTECTED LIKE THAT THE THERMOSPHERE IS LIKE 5OO KELVIN SHIRO SHOULD BE A CHARRED PILE OF BONES

we will remember this as the Battle of the Floating Arms

“Victory or de-” *Keith, falling fiercely from the sky* DEATH

aaaaaaaaaand the victory is short-lived

oh I missed this when is the last time they dedicated an entire episode to just fighting a giant-ass robot

KAWAII ANIME PLANCE

so what is this now? Dark matter? Dark quintessence?

Coran: but Voltron!

Shiro: bitch we are voltron

SoMeBoDy’S gOnNa DiEeE

is there anything I hate more than watching my children accept that they are about to die? My burning hatred for Severus Snape comes very close but no there is not

MATT HAS... I DUNNO WHAT IS THAT? A BOYFRIEND? A GIRLFRIEND? HE’S HOLDING SOMEBODY’S HAND AND HE LOOKS FABULOUS 

how much you wanna bet that when Haggar disappeared she took over Lotor’s little Altean colony and now she’s using them for the robots

#voltron #s7 #reactions #it gets angstier every season #i forgot i made a list of my reactions #and then naturally when i found it again my first thought was #oh yah my three followers would love this #jk i actually have like fifteen followers #this has been fun #its been long and painful #but its been fun #because thats how logic works #right #kitty speaks