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otheliame · 4 years

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I hope you guys don’t mind I combine your ask into something spicy? :) For this ask meme

This takes place after they deal with Kuro but before they destroy the Castle (pretend it makes canonical sense)

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Lance has had it up to here.

It’s one thing for Keith to constantly run into danger without any clear exit plan, or backup, or fuck all else, but it’s quite another thing for him to do this. In fairness, he’s always been this way, even before he left for the Blades, Lance knows it. He doesn’t think he can feasibly change how Keith operates as a person, but he sure as hell isn’t gonna let this fucking slide, either.

Lance would have gotten to him first, well before the rest of the team in fact, if he hadn’t gotten sidetracked by those Galra. It didn’t take long for him to get there, but by the time he finally arrived Keith was already surrounded by the others. He didn’t even look in Lance’s direction, too caught up in the battle plans being made for their next step, like he didn’t almost fucking-… he almost-

So, with some serious effort, Lance bit his lip and bided his time. He waited for what felt like hours, waited for his opening, waited for Keith to excuse himself, and as soon as he did he made some bullshit excuse and went after him, steam practically hissing from Lance’s ears. He’d had enough of this selfless bastard acting like he wasn’t important enough to be kept safe, like he isn’t Lance’s whole fucking world. He’d lost him too many times to count, but after this stunt? Enough is enough.

He manages to catch up to him just outside the containment chamber. He bangs open the door to announce his presence and right as Keith turns towards him with those stupid wide eyes, like he’s shocked to see him there, he slams his palms against the wall by his head and shouts, “What the hell was that?”

Keith had gotten taller since his trip to the Quantum Abyss, and Lance doesn’t care for that shit at all, especially in this instance. Before, in this position, he’d have several inches over the other to look down at him with the true fire of his gaze, but now, Keith’s the one with the few inches on Lance… but he doesn’t let that deter him. He’s got shit to say.

Keith’s brows furrow and his jaw sets as he glares back at Lance indignantly. “What are you talking about?”

Just like old times, Keith and Lance, neck and neck, at each other’s throats.

Lance throws an arm dramatically to the side, gesturing back from hence they came, “That stunt you pulled, splitting up Voltron to go after Shiro!”

Keith sighs dismissively, making Lance bristle like an attack dog as he attempts to brush the raging Red Paladin aside, “Now is not the time, Lance-”

Lance shoves him in the chest, hard, so hard that Keith stumbles back and slams into the far wall with a surprised gasp as he stares at him with utter shock from the blow. Lance closes the distance and grabs the front of his armor, pointing a finger in his face and shouting so maybe the fucking point might get into his stupid fucking skull- “You can’t keep doing that, man! That might be how you guys do things with the Blade, but not while you’re with us! Not while you’re our leader!”

Keith grits his jaw and grabs Lance’s wrists in an attempt to get him to let go, “I didn’t choose to be-”

“That’s right! The Black Lion did. We did.” Lance’s fingers dig into the material of his space suit to keep them from trembling, “I did.”

Keith’s gaze meets Lance’s and there’s an intense moment of silence held suspended between them like a coin balanced on a wire. Finally he presses forward and snarls, glaring at Lance with antagonistic daggers, “What’s your problem?”

Lance’s hands stall only for a brief pause as his brain stammers itself into motion. “I’m fucking pissed at you, dude! Because… because you left us.” He can’t keep the betrayal out of his voice, the hurt, the undying rage. “You keep leaving us like you think you’re… replaceable, or something, but you’re just not, Keith!” Keith grits his teeth and shifts again to break out of his grasp and in response Lance smacks his armor back against the wall, rattling him as he spits out, “You almost died! You could have died! I can’t fucking take that from you, I can’t let you just-… just-!”

He has to stop. His words begin to warble and he can feel he’s slipping someplace dangerous, his voice cracks as he grinds his rant to a halt.

Keith isn’t having it, however. He presses against Lance’s hold on him with an exasperated sigh, “What do you care?”

Lance sparks like a firecracker, his fingers hurt from their eternal hold, “What do you mean why- Because I care about you, you fucking asshole! I’ve always cared about you, but no, you’re too fucking-… I don’t know, emo, broody, whatever to think about how your actions affect people around you. How they affect me.” Lance’s voice cracks but this time he doesn’t find it in him to care anymore. He’s shaking with self-righteous fury, he can barely keep himself from trying to throttle Keith’s stubborn ass where he stands pinned against the wall, so he forges on with burning flame spitting from between his teeth, “I can’t do this without you! When you left for the Blades, it was horrible, not knowing if you were dead or alive- You never called, you never sent word, not even a, a- una jodida tarjeta de felicitación! The only way we knew if you were alright is when you would join those calls with Kolivan! But then you just had to sign up for that fucking mission and no one knew what happened to you and I thought you were dead-”

Keith’s eyes are wide as Lance goes off like a loose cannon, with a soft voice he tries to interrupt him, “Lance-”

“But then you just fucking show back up out of nowhere, like you weren’t missing for a month, taller and all grizzly with an Altean, a dog, and your mom and act like that’s not important enough to talk about because it’s not the mission-”

“-Lance-!”

“-and then you run off to chase after Shiro, alone, like you always insist on doing and I-I just can’t fucking take that from you, Keith! I can’t fucking take it, you’re gonna be the death of me! I’m constantly worrying about whether or not you’re even alive and you don’t even care that I’m going to drive myself fucking crazy because I fucking care about you, you pequeña mierda-”

Suddenly Keith manages to wrest himself from Lance’s grasp while he was distracted and grabs his wrists, before Lance can even take a breath between his biting words Keith whirls on him and shoves him against the wall so hard his armor audibly slams, making the room tremor with the rattling sound. Keith gets close to him, astoundingly close and Lance’s voice finally dies in his throat, tapering off and trembling as his red-rimmed eyes flicker across his features, and then to the side, to his wrists pinned on either side of his head where Keith holds them.

Finally Keith growls, his breath hot against the exposed length of his neck, “Shut up.”

Before Lance can open his mouth to argue, to tell him to fuck off, to fucking listen to him for once, warm lips capture his and the planets seem to snap into alignment with the violence of an earthquake. His breath catches as Keith presses closer to Lance, but otherwise he doesn’t move, his breath is baited like he’s waiting for the ceiling to fall in on them.

Something in Lance surges, white-hot and burning, and this time when he grabs the front of Keith’s armor he yanks him forward with desperation, choking on the remains of his words as fresh lava bubbles on his lips and into Keith’s.

The intensity in the atmosphere lights like a match. Keith’s breath catches and he presses Lance’s wrists harder against the wall, his lips parting in the exchange of hot air between them as he nips mercilessly on Lance’s lips. Lance gasps immediately, his skin flashing with pulses of heat and seized with need his hands rip from Keith’s instead to drag into his stupid mullet, Lances weaves his fingers through the abyssal hair he’s wanted to bunch his fists into for years and now he’s following that desire as far as Keith would let him, until it breaks him, dios, he wanted it to break him. When he tugs on the onyx locks Keith smirks, the proximity sweltering and smothering him in his armor as Keith responds in kind, his hands moving now to Lance’s sides, beneath the breastplate of his Voltron armor. Keith’s teeth mark and notch Lance’s bottom lip, Lance swears it’s about to bleed from the rigor, he disengages from Keith only long enough to pant, to complain or to plea for more he isn’t sure, “You’re so fucking rough-”

“I said shut up.” Keith snarls in response, sealing his mouth back over Lance’s and drowning his voice by the skin of his teeth. For once Lance complies, balling his unyielding fists into Keith’s hair to pull him against him harder as his eyes roll into the back of his skull and Keith matches him in kind, his hands dig into his sides and tug him against his chest until they’re flushed, no space for anything but their pants and wants. Lance feels Keith’s hands invasively drag downward as his lips move in the same direction, suddenly with Lance’s mouth free from the abuse to gasp instead when Keith’s latch onto Lance’s pulse. He bites with harsh intent to bruise him, mark him, and Lance has never felt so fucking alive. Lance yields beneath him with wordless, gasping pleas, when Keith tugs on his thigh he obediently wraps his leg around his waist, his head falling back and resting against the wall as Keith sucks out his soul through his trachea like a vampire.

His face bursts with roses when Keith’s lips travel to his jaw, demanding more skin and more of Lance as his hands travel up and down his sides invasively, full of nothing but desperation to the point that Lance gasps his name against his better judgement, “K-Keith-!”

Keith’s hands move then, up his chest, over each notch in the white, pearly surface of the armor before they reach his throat, his jaw, where they cup him with ferocity but undeniable gentleness, it makes Lance quake. When he opens his eyes he meets Keith’s and for a moment his lips fall open to press back in but something stops him, perhaps the cautious light in Keith’s, or the hesitancy of his thumb brushing against his chin. Finally, when Keith speaks, it’s soft, a complete and polar opposite to the rash and abrasive grabs and touches from before, “I didn’t… I didn’t know that’s how you felt.”

Lance can’t help it. The rage was almost forcibly ripped from him, leaving him nothing but vaguely giddy and breathless like a broken vessel, he lets out a harsh, untested chuckle, “Was that revelation before or after you started sucking on my throat?”

Keith sighs, that annoyance flickering back across his face for a brief moment before he touches his nose to Lance’s. It’s soft, gentle, yielding, and Lance leans into it without question, feeling strangely light and elated like a balloon. Keith’s voice shrinks as if from itself as he murmurs softly, inches from Lance’s aching lips, “Did you mean it?”

Lance doesn’t know specifically what he’s referring to, but his response is the same regardless. “Every word.”

Keith’s eyes slowly slip shut, his breath deepening as he catches it in recompense to the amount that Lance stole. He knows that there’s nothing more he can say. And frankly… he’s already said enough. Lance pulls his attention back to him with a demanding hum, pulling his hand on Keith’s chin to make the violets in his eyes bloom for him, “Now you gonna kiss me again or what?”

Keith raises an eyebrow at him in surprise, his fingertips drag through the fringes of Lance’s hair as he murmurs, “This isn’t too fast?”

Lance snorts and shakes his head with another dry laugh, “No. For me, you’re about a year overdue.” He adds on with another laugh as he rests his forearms on Keith’s shoulders, “I would’ve yelled at you a lot sooner if this is what would’ve happened.”

Keith looks at him for a long time, the cautious light extinguished and giving away to a wanting darkness that makes Lance wanna see the moonlight within. Slowly, Keith smirks, he grows closer as he mutters in a husky undertone, “Funny… it’s been about three years for me.”

Lance groans, letting his head fall back against the wall as he snaps, “Seriously? Still trying to one up me? I thought you were supposed to have matured or something while you were-”

“For fuck’s- shut up.” Keith growls again with that same domineering tone that’s beginning to make Lance’s knees weak, Keith once again seizing his wrists again to pin against the wall. As Lance takes a small breath Keith’s teeth brush his Adam’s apple as he snarls, “I liked you gasping my name a lot more.”

Such a gasp escapes from Lance as the space between them vanishes, leaving nothing in the air but distant, curling smoke and conjoined voices, aching for each other.

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beautiful-typhoons · 4 years

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Get to know me meme

Rules: List 15 things that make you happy, then tag 10 more people (no order!)

Damn, okay so I got tagged by @otheliame to do this, and honestly getting tagged so much in these sorta things genuinely make me so freaking happy, so thanks man, ur a real one

1) Art/drawing is a big one, don't know what else to say about it, but that sorta thing is just my happy place and i fucking love it

2) Waking up to birds chirping in the morning

3) Rain/the smell of rain, but especially if its springtime and its kinda warm out? Ya that's my shittt

4) Pretty girls

5) Candles (fuckn looove candles)

6) My best friend 100%. Its ass cause we can't see each other much rn, but yeah no, she's my main person and I love her so much

7) Ukulele even tho I may not be the best at it lmfaoo

8) Music, and im not talking about just any music, im talking jams that you can just sit and vibe to for hours and hours

(God this makes me sounds like such a basic bitch)

9) Boys, cause I can't just have girls on here

10) Putting outfits together that make me feel confident. Like, if im lookin hot? Instant mood booster, im tellin ya

11) I feel like this is gonna sound really fucking shallow, but I love it when I get likes/notes/reblogs on my art. Just god, the fact people see it and give it some love? Serotonin: fucking boosted

12) Tea. Like a good cup of tea iced or hot, cant go wrong there

13) My family, well,, most of my family

14) Track, or more specifically high jump. Fuck I loved high jump, RIP to my track season 😔✌

15) Oh wait, video games! Ya u gotta love some video games (not even gonna lie, I almost lost hope on coming up with these last 5 things, jesus christ)

What did we learn from this, lets say it together: im👏a👏basic👏bitch👏. Yup, anyways, this was pretty fun, helped me realize what actually makes me happy and I could use some of that rn. Thanks again Othe for tagging me in shit, I love this kinda stuff. Ima go ahead and tag @i-write-shakespeare-not-disney @marisdizzying @melalot @blisschaoss @its-me-thats-who and @just-casually-lurking so go wild if any of yall wanna do this

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melalot · 4 years

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Get to know me meme

Rules: List 15 things that make you happy, then tag 10 more people (there is no order)

Heh so I got tagged by @otheliame and @beautiful-typhoons Thank y’all so much, you’re about to discover how lame I am

1. Reading makes me happy. It think being able to feel these different types of emotions just by reading is such a great feeling so it makes me happy.

2. Being in a fandom makes me happy. It keeps me interested in stuff, it just maintains me in a good mood

3. Rainbow’s make me happy. They’re pretty and give me tons of gay thoughts like the gay I am 🥰

4. Kitties make me happy. They’re so cute and floofy 🥺

5. Seeing my friends happy usually makes me happy as well

4. Clothes make me happy, they’re a form of expression for me and it’s important so I love clothes

5. Makeup makes me happy, especially eyeliner, I always like to mess around with it and it makes me feel all powerful and shit

6. Klance. Klance makes me happy.

7. Music. God Music is amazing

8. Talking to someone who has the same interests and value’s in me makes me really happy. It’s not very often I get to meet people like this so I get very happy when I do.

9. Learning makes me happy. Not the typical academic school learning I fucking hate that, but I like learning about things that will benefit me in my life, and when I feel like I know more, I feel like I can maintain a better level of happiness inside of me and I always like to learn things that will help me out.

10. Memes. Make me happy asf

11. Colors make me happy. I hate coloring but just color’s in general? Love that shit

12. Jackets. Jacket’s make me soo happy i fken love them

13. Self care essential’s make me happy, it feels good when u take care of yourself

14. Being a lesbian lMaO

15. Lastly what makes me happy is when I can help someone out and make them feel better, there is nothing better in the world than making someone feel like they’ve got themselves a little more sorted out once they seek to you for help or to get things off their chest y’know?

But yeah, those are the things that make me happy, idk if I can tag 10 people exactly buttttttt I’ll try. @marisdizzying @just-casually-lurking @blisschaoss @its-me-thats-who @i-write-shakespeare-not-disney @spacegaykogayne andddd yeah? Idk i suck at tagging people 😂

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sir--cumference · 5 years

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8 people i want to get to know better tag game

tagged by @otheliame ( 😘) - Thanks bb this is gonna be fun

name/alias: Sir Cumference (irl name is Selin)

birthday: July 10

zodiac sign: cancer

height: 5′4 and 3/4 (when i was 11 my doc was like damn you’ll get to 5′5 soon enough but like.... never did)

hobbies: writing (mostly fanfic now, used to work in journalism and dabbled in original fiction), drawing (took a long break and didn’t draw for 4 years but i’m back on my bullshit), bouldering (i like both doing the sport AND watching it), playing D&D, gaming (though I haven’t had as much time for games what with all the other stuff)! reading too.

favorite colors: any form of light to medium blue is my absolute favourite colour, though I dress in complete black and grey monochrome because I hate making decisions in the morning

favorite books: i have legit NO clue how to answer this because there’s too much shit but I’ll try.

Growing up, my favourite series were A Series of Unfortunate Events and the City of Ember trilogy.

The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane is another fav childhood book. It’s about a porcelain rabbit finding his way home and it really got me in the emotions so hard that I still think/cry about it as an adult.

In HS, I remember loving John Steinbeck’s East of Eden so much that I went 15 mins over the time limit for a class presentation talking about it (everyone kept groaning but i just chugged on cause i loved that book so fucking much. prof enjoyed enthusiasm about books and didn’t stop me).

Lately though, I’ve mostly been reading sci-fi anthologies, queer graphic novels (my absolute favourite is ‘The Less than Epic Adventures of TJ and Amal,’ which is entirely available as a webcomic for free. It’s a really gorgeously drawn road trip/love story), and fanfic.

I feel like I should also mention Questionable Content - it’s a (free) webcomic that still updates almost daily, and I’ve been following it for a decade. QC is still one of my ultimate favourite things I’ve ever read.

last song i listened to: Probably “The Parting Glass” by The High Kings, a rendition of a Scottish Drinking song that is legit the best fucking song ever. Either that or something by Doja Cat

last film i watched: Bon Cop Bad Cop - a Canadian classic and I realized I’d never actually seen it! Had to rectify that stat

inspiration or muse: tbh when it comes to writing (this is gonna sound cheesy as FUCK) i’m most inspired by my relationships with my close friends, my family and my partner. my writing might be hella ridiculous at times but it’s entirely cheesy mush when it comes down to it

dream job: to be QUITE honest, i just wanna be one of those people in mocap suits that jumps around in a green room and models for 3D animation. However, the chances of that happening are close to 0% given i’m literally in grad school to be a librarian. i do GENUINELY want to be a librarian but if someone were to come up to me tomorrow and be like, “i’m offering you a job with the same salary as a specialized librarian except all you need to do is mime out action sequences and facial expressions in a mocap suit” i’d be like sign me the fuck up. alas, a girl can dream.

meaning behind your url: I wanted it to be a pun and i thought “Sir Cumference” was funny because it had a medieval vibe. Turns out, its the name of a series of educational math books for kids. the more ya know.

People I want to know more about (hi everyone!): @noussommeslessquelettes @maltedmilkchocolate @miles-from-home @thatsthejoke @isas-identitty @bsfordays @kuranico @gayndetergent

#wow this took way too long #esp the book part i am so sorry #liam thank u for wanting to know more about me #personal

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otheliame · 5 years

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for the mini fic thing, klance and 12 please 😤

HOLY FUCK MY FIRST EVER ASK EXCUSE ME WHILE I GO SOB INTO A CORNER

12: things you said when you thought i was asleep -With lowkey post war BOM klance because I’m weak for it-

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Lance’s eyes have been closed for at least a half hour but he’s no closer to being asleep than he was when he’d gotten into bed. He had been busy all day, he got back from a mission delivering supplies off-planet to Nublirai, which has been struggling ever since they’d been freed from Galra occupation, then he went to a sit-down with Kolivan and a few other Blade of Marmora team leaders to helping train some new recruits before he was finally permitted to take the night. So, hypothetically he should be able to fall asleep at the drop of a dime, but here he is, wide awake, waiting for sleep to finally come and claim him already.

The door to the bedroom opens and Lance hears the sound of boots being taken off, internally he wonders if he should roll over and greet Keith but he’s too tired. He’s gonna be in bed in a minute anyway. Lance thinks to himself as he remains still with his eyes shut, having not moved as he hears his boyfriend moving around the room in preparation for bed, and maybe some cuddling can finally get my melatonin to kick in.

The mattress sinks as Keith gets into bed with him and after a moment warm arms wrap around Lance; he lets himself be pulled into Keith’s chest, reveling in the warmth of his breath on the back of his neck. Oh yes, he’ll certainly be sleeping in no time like this, in his boyfriend’s arms, the warmth permeating throughout his being like he’s lying with a space heater...

Lance hears Keith’s husky voice after a moment of regular breath, it’s at a just below a whisper volume, if Keith’s lips weren’t pressed right by his ear, Lance doubts that he would’ve heard it. “I love you.”

This snaps Lance wide awake, the clinging fragments to the realm of dreams fall away like water rolling off a glass as he feels Keith’s arms tighten around him. His hand is splayed against his chest, right over Lance’s heartbeat, and his pulse stammers when Keith’s breath tickles his hair at the nape of his neck. “I love you.” He whispers it against his deep, caramel skin like he’s telling Lance a secret, undeniable warmth fills him that goes beyond just his boyfriend’s body heat pressed against his back.

What’s more is he absolutely will not allow for Keith’s breathy words to stand alone; not while he’s still conscious. Lance shifts and Keith’s arm lifts, he hears his boyfriend hum in surprise as Lance turns around until he’s facing him, slowly he opens his sleep heavy eyes.

Keith’s eyes are always the first thing that draws Lance in, they’re widened and close to black in the darkness of the room, filled with stars just like the abyssal depths of space. The halo of the wild crests of his hair is illuminated by the shadows, Lance finds his hands traveling up between them and cupping Keith’s cheek as tangles his legs closer to his.

“... I didn’t know you were awake.” Keith rumbles softly, his voice hitches in surprise when Lance touches his index finger over his lips.

“I love you, too.” Lance whispers back to him with his slender fingers moving to shift through the other’s dark locks, inky spills along his pale skin. Keith stares back at him with the same wide eyed expression, so to drive his point home Lance leans in and presses his lips to the other’s. It’s a soft kiss, gentle and chaste but it bubbles with warmth from the pair as they gravitate closer together. Before long the lazy kisses turn slower as their exhaustion catches up to them, and they fall asleep while wrapped up in each other’s arms, surrounded in the warmth made by their other half.

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otheliame · 4 years

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I was tagged by @elffyness to do piccrews of all my oc’s and I am literally shaking I was so excited i did it immediately. Surprisingly… really fun. The top 3 are my protagonists for the Dragon Age series. 1. Fenrir Mahariel (he/him||they/them, Dalish archer but no Dalish tattoos in the picrew oh well, he romanced the failure of an assassin) 2. Alune Hawke (he/him, belligerent mage rights enthusiast, romanced Fenris because I’m That Bitch) 3. Lyrathiel Lavellan (he/him, also Dalish archer because im a predictable slut okay, romanced Dorian) Bottom two are my protagonists for my two big works rn 4. Jamie (he/him), my Apprentice from the Arcana who makes an appearance in my work Shift and later sequels & one-shots. 5. Will Lancaster (he/him), 100% fabricated OC made for my Voltron rewrite; he’s prominent in my series The Lion’s Roar an active work in progress with one finished book and one book in progress, The White Paladin and Kaleidoscope in order. Links to these works are listed.

Here’s how i made the images! this one is my fav i’ve ever seen, cute artstyle and has lots of options for all the stuffs, i was able to gasp… incorporate meaning into all my pieces.

Yikes that was kind of a lot, I hope you guys like them at least, they are my babies, if you wanna talk to me about them literally,,, please

idk who would be interested in doing this, but if you want to I’m @ing you: @i-write-shakespeare-not-disney @beautiful-typhoons @melalot @blisschaoss @hopeformoonlight @sir–cumference @wolfbatspace @lavender-letterbox @noussommeslessquelettes @aaravoshi

#talk to me #personal #otheliame writes stuff #because im hella promoting my stuff in this lmaooooo #also wow i did not realized how desperate I was to talk about my ocs until i was tagged wowza we thirsty bitches tonight #I say at 9am #but I haven't gone to sleep yet so #also anyone else love how my DA boys are 3 different unique but equal stages of tired with thedas' bullshit?#bc I do

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otheliame · 4 years

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Shift Update || Chapter 3: The Sun

Summary: For the past week it’s been absolute chaos at the theatre. It was a miracle that Jamie was able to find Asra three days prior in the main market, the walk to work seemed to be the only break that he had when the market was still open to go looking for him, hoping against hope that Jamie would see Asra in his stall again. He's done his part to invite Asra to spend time together after the performance, and he can freak out about the implications of that later. Right now, he just has to get through the performance. Then, it's time for him to have some fun. - *Warning: physical abuse at the very end, on a scale of 1 (not bad) to 5 (extremely violent), it's a 1.5*

Read it here!

Here’s the whole work!

#the arcana #the arcana visual novel fanfiction #the arcana visual novel fanfic #the arcana visual novel #asra the arcana #the arcana asra #asra x mc #asra x oc #asra x apprentice #otheliame writes stuff #shift fic #hell yeah brothers this chapter got me feelin HMMMMMMMMmm

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otheliame · 4 years

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Shift Update || Chapter 5: The Tower

Summary: Time flows on, and Jamie watches with pride as Asra starts to establish himself within the city, opening his own shop outside of the market stalls and gaining a permanent residence in the city all his own that isn't the size of a closet. Slowly Jamie is growing closer and closer to Asra, and eventually Muriel, though the giant man still has many walls up. Walls that Jamie wants to help with, given the chance. As Jamie and Asra grow closer, so too do Jamie and Muriel, but the honeymoon phase of their friendship, a year in the making, won't last forever. Only for so long can illusions be kept up. After all, actions have consequences. -- **Warning: abusive language & physical abuse at the end of the chapter**

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otheliame · 4 years

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Shift Update || Chapter 6: The Chariot

Summary: It’s been months since Jamie has stopped coming to visit Asra, and Asra’s gone well past worried into straight, unadulterated hysteria. Asra assumed that Jamie was just busy, after the Masquerade, then the snowstorms hit and passed and the snow became passable, it was coming time for his birthday on the winter solstice and there was still nothing.

That’s when Asra truly began to lose his shit.

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**Warning: physical abuse and evidence of physical abuse in the about middle/end of the chapter**

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otheliame · 4 years

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Shift Update || Chapter 7: The High Priestess

Summary: Jamie doesn't have the words that begin to truly express the amount of gratitude in his heart that he harbors for Asra. Unendingly patient, shockingly kind, he opened his home to Jamie at his own accord, why Jamie cannot decipher beyond that's simply the kind of person Asra is. He was willing to sacrifice so much in order to get hin out of Ksasthra’s home that Jamie is unsure he will ever be able to fully repay him for it. Especially since he found him when he did… at the worst time he could’ve seen Jamie. At his lowest… his weakest.

Jamie hates feeling weak. He hates being perceived as such worst of all, but last night wasn’t like that. It didn’t feel like Jamie was being pitied for weakness, or being rescued by a savior. It felt like Asra was sent to him by some higher power as reinforcements to aid him in aiding himself. If nothing else, the whole situation was an almost literal kick in the pants to force Jamie to do what he should’ve done far sooner… ask for help.

Which, for Jamie's official personal record, he has to say… sucks.

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**Warning: flashbacks to trauma and triggers thereof**

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otheliame · 4 years

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Shift

Fandom: THE ARCANA

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Summary: Jamie originally came to Vesuvia for a new beginning, to start fresh. He'd tried to live in other places across the world but he never found his place anywhere, but he has hope for the city. Here, he can just melt into the crowd, here he's just another face among thousands... here he can hide from himself and from others, to keep people from digging too deep into him. But fate, of course had other plans when the Seventh Princess of Prakra comes and Jamie finds himself (literally) falling into a situation he never could have dreamed of. From then on out... everything shifts, for better or for worse. The people that Jamie meets will affect him more than he's willing to admit... and he will affect them more than he could ever possibly account for. - *Jamie uses he/him/his pronouns Basically, I'm in love with the Arcana and really wanted to develop what Asra and my Apprentice's relationship would have been like / how it would have evolved before the plague, and I figured, fuck it. So this story starts on the day that you meet Asra for the first time nine years ago in the canon.

Want tooth rotting fluff? Want such tangible yearning and pining that you're tearing your hair out because GoddamnIT BOYS? This may be the fic for you!*

Tags: Asra/MC, Asra/the Apprentice, Asra/Original Male Character(s) Slow Burn, Eventual Romance, Set Before the Canon, When you meet Asra "9 years ago", Blood, Blood and Injury, Magic, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Minor Violence, Minor Injuries, Pining, Mutual Pining, Fluff, future smut, Basically lets watch Asra fall in love with the Apprentice, References to Depression, Depression, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Baggage, Beginnings, adding more tags as I go, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Eventual Smut, Eventual Relationships

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#shift fic #otheliame writes stuff #this is what i've been doing instead of the ask lavender sent me bc i was inspired #chapter one is so ridiculously cute and soft im frankly embarrassed #the arcana #asra the arcana #nadia the arcana #the arcana visual novel #the arcana fanfiction #the arcana fanfic #asra/mc #asra/apprentice #the arcana precanon #it's gonna be so fucking sappy yall i dont think you're ready #edit: i forgot the fuckin link

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otheliame · 4 years

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Shift Update || Chapter 9: Temperance

Summary: Jamie and Asra have finally come clean about their mutual feelings towards one another... but it doesn't all fade to black in positivity from there. The struggles that Jamie has dealt with alone for so long are now starting to bleed into his new life he shares with his other. Struggles with his past, his self-perception, struggles with his emerging sexuality and all the questions that these struggles entertain now that he and Asra are involved are coming into the limelight... whether Jamie likes it or not.

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*Warning: NSFW at the beginning and at the end, perfectly balanced, as all things should be. Also some light violence in the beginning (italics). Panic attack and some symptoms of PTSD post italic beginning & through the middle.*

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otheliame · 4 years

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Deep Water Update Chapter 5: Shifting Currents

Summary: Honestly, Lance isn’t exactly sure if he wants to text Keith back or not.

On one hand, fucking hell, he sure knows what he’s talking about. Lance actually felt like he was (maybe) getting better during practice yesterday. On the other, Jesus Christ he’s a fucking know-it-all! He’s such a pretentious, emo ass, scowling ass, grumpy ass, motherfucking pain that Lance isn’t sure if the deal’s worth it. Well, he is kinda being harsh… but so was Keith when he told him he was sloppy.

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otheliame · 5 years

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if you're feelin up to it man i'd love #16 on that 'things you said' ask post. im too tired so you pick the ship bro

#16: “Things you said with no space between us”Well, I’m a weak hoe for klance so imma keep with the theme and call this a continuation of my last ask :D

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The first thing that Keith becomes aware of as he’s pulled from sleep is sweet breath ruffling his hair. Second is the heat of the body tangled with his, and third is the heartbeat pressed against his chest. It’s almost like Lance, lying flush against him, is Keith’s heartbeat, as he can’t feel his own; all he feels is his, is him.

Keith tightens his arms around the man in his arms and there’s a hum in response, Keith blinks the sleep from his eyes as Lance shifts beneath his grasp. He rolls over, his hair is cresting with wild auburn curls that contrast the deep, bronze burn of his skin like he was made of clay by an attentive, loving sculptor.

“Hey.” Lance’s voice is groggy in sleep, dragging on the syllables as his eyes have yet to open. Keith finds himself watching them, waiting for their appearance like the expectation that comes from the dawn of a new day.

“Good morning.” Keith murmurs softly in response. He drags his fingertips across the skin of his boyfriend’s arms to his shoulder, enraptured by the rested and peaceful expression he dons. “Sleep good?”

“Like a rock.” Lance smiles and Keith’s heart stutters out of time, not for the first time and not for the last he wonders at what good he had done in his past that gave him the karma required for him to be able to share these small moments with the most beautiful man he’s ever seen. Beautiful bed head, beautiful crooked grin, imperfect but the epitome of perfection.

Lance’s eyes slowly open and lock on Keith’s; they shimmer like crystalline waves of the sea, and as soon as he gains coherency he reaches up and ruffles Keith’s hair with a sluggish, but nonetheless playful smirk, “Your bed-head’s spectacular.”

Keith rolls his eyes at the other which inspires a low chuckle, sending lightning up Keith’s fingertips where they rest on his side. After a moment’s silence, Lance sits up a little, Keith shifts to allow Lance to get up if he so wishes to but he doesn’t; rather he presses closer, rolling until he’s lying directly on top of Keith and stops once he’s using his boyfriend as his personal bed and his chest as his pillow. He gently touches his nose to his and Keith finds his eyes closing as his proximity soaks into his bones like the warmth of a fireplace after standing in the snow, his hands travel across his sides, counting his ribs, his deep breaths, his heart beats.

Lance rests his head on top of his layered hands just beneath Keith’s collarbone, Keith keeps his hands traversing his skin even as Lance whispers so softly that Keith almost wouldn’t have heard him if he wasn’t two inches away from his face.

“Did you mean what you said last night? That you love me?”

Keith answers without a second of hesitation. “Of course.” When Lance doesn’t answer Keith’s eyes open and he sits up on his elbows to look upon him fully, Lance allows him to rise but he remains close enough that their morning breath mingles together. Lance’s expression is wide open, bare bones before Keith and his heart nearly strangles his throat at the sight.

“Of course I love you, Lance.” Keith’s voice is husky with disuse and just below the tenor of a whisper, Lance’s breath hitches and Keith finds the words he’s always had but never been able to articulate come to him and tumble from his lips like sand down an hourglass, “You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. Every day when I look at you, I can’t believe that I somehow managed to come to a place and time that allowed for me to be with you. It’s always been you, Lance. It’s always been you.”

Lance stares at Keith with wide eyes, and for a moment Keith wonders if his words were too intense. Too much. But Lance wipes those worries away with a gentle, chaste kiss, but before Keith can begin to melt into it Lance touches his forehead to his, with his eyes closed Keith watches his expression relax and lie bare before him as he answers him with a hushed tone, “… Marry me.”

Keith blinks at him in surprise. For this brief moment the world is still, the both of them even seem to be holding their breath. Slowly he reaches up and holds Lance’s face, cradling him like a treasure because that is what he is to him… but even then the word treasure doesn’t fully encapsulate the depth of Keith’s feelings. Lance is an entire world in himself, his eyes are as deep and as expansive as the ocean and his smile is a solar flare that ignites the universe around him with his light and his energy.

Slowly Keith breaks into a smile full of warmth and softness, the kind that only Lance can provoke, a kind that Keith doesn’t think he could’ve been capable of if it weren’t for the love of his life laying directly on his chest with nothing separating their hearts from each other. Like they’re beating as one from within separate bodies that aren’t so separate after all. “Of course.” Keith whispers breathlessly. Lance’s eyes shock with lightning bolts of the morning light within as Keith caresses his cheek with his thumb where he holds him in the palm of his hand. “Yes. Yes. I’ll marry you.”

When they give into the gravitation between them Keith’s being is filled with warmth he could never possibly describe save with one word, one name, Lance. His sharpshooter, his wings, his right hand… and now his husband.

And that is all that Keith could have ever asked for.

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