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actress4him · 1 year
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For bthb, could you do Keith with seizures? The cause could be something to with him being half Galra? Maybe it happens in the atlas (season 8?) completely optional suggestion I’d love it if you only do the first part (first time suggesting something so sorry if this is worded weirdly)
It’s been ages, and whoever you are, dear anon, I have no idea whether you’ll ever actually see this, but I hope you do and I hope you enjoy.
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Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender
Prompt: Seizures
Contains: dude whump, sensory overload, self-deprecating thoughts, seizure, references to past questionable foster care
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Voltron had saved another planet. That meant yet another celebration to thank them, something that the team always had mixed feelings about. Lance and Allura and Coran loved them, always ready for a chance to mingle and socialize (and in Lance’s case, flirt), while Pidge and Keith were less than thrilled, both of them preferring to stay away from social situations whenever possible. Shiro and Hunk seemed to fall somewhere in the middle, only really complaining if they were especially tired, but enjoying themselves most of the time once they were there. 
He didn’t know about the others, but Keith also struggled with seeing the necessity of these events. Sure, he knew that the planet’s people were thankful for their help, but did it really require a party every time? Didn’t they have better things they could be doing, like, you know, saving more planets? This was a war. Allura was always preaching the importance of diplomacy, but he had a hard time believing that it should take precedence over battles.
Plus, they never really knew what they were getting themselves into when landing on an alien planet. Of all the members of Voltron, Keith really should have been the best at getting thrown into new, unknown situations. After all, that’s how he’d spent his entire childhood. But those families had all been human, at least, and therefore mostly predictable. Alien planets were anything but.
For instance, on most planets the celebrations had been rather formal affairs, some even with dancing like a ball straight out of a movie. Others had been more casual, and many focused on food (those were Hunk’s favorites, of course). 
On this particular planet, though, as soon as the president announced that the festivities would begin, the ballroom-like space turned instantly into a club. The main lights switched off, but were replaced by multi-colored beams that spun wildly around the room. Speakers hidden somewhere in the ceiling and walls began blasting what apparently passed as music on this planet, complete with a drumbeat that vibrated the floor.
Keith, taken completely off guard, couldn’t stop his violent flinch. He did, however, just barely catch himself before his hands clapped over his ears. Sucking in a deep breath, he forced his arms back down by his sides. Loud sounds had always been miserable for him. He’d had to learn a long time ago that it wasn’t always appropriate to indulge himself and try to block them out, though. Some people didn’t take very kindly to that, and the last thing he wanted was to insult anyone here. Allura would have his head. 
The lights were awful, too, and he blinked several times in a row before settling on just squinting at everything. Every time one flashed directly across his face he winced, trying not to squeeze his eyes shut and leave them that way. Not that it mattered much if he did, he could still see the colors behind his eyelids.
“Woo!” Lance yelled, immediately getting into the spirit and waving his arms over his head. “Heck yeah, this is what I call a party!” And he was off, sliding and bopping through the crowd, getting everyone around him excited and dancing.
Why can’t you be more like him? that ugly voice in Keith’s head sneered. Everybody loves Lance, no matter where we go. Really, why can’t you be more like any of them?
The rest of the team were all looking far more comfortable in this environment than he ever could. Some were dancing, others eating and chatting. Even Pidge had found someone to talk technology or math with, judging by the passion in her expression. Meanwhile, he just stood there awkwardly, fighting against the strong urge in every inch of his body to flee the room and find somewhere dark and quiet to hide. 
Pretty recently he’d finally realized that his sensitive eyes and ears probably came from his Galra side, thanks to getting to know the Blades and his mom and finding out more about their physiology. That didn’t make him feel any better about it. Sure, he was getting more and more used to the whole half-Galra thing, and getting closer to actually, fully accepting it. But this was just another case of being Galra making him different. More accurately, weird. Another reason why he’d never fit in anywhere he went.
And that’s why I can’t be like them. Because I’m not like them, and I never will be. 
Weaving slowly through the crowd of aliens, Keith made his way toward the wall closest to the entrance. He tried his best not to bump into anyone, despite the fact that half of them were in the middle of flailing - ahem, dancing. Still, hands and sleeves brushed against his arms and shoulders. Somehow they felt like pins pricking his skin, even through his jacket. He hurried past, wrapping his arms around himself tightly and tucking himself up against the wall. But the wall was vibrating, like the floor. It shot up his spine into his head, making him clench his teeth even harder, and he quickly stood up straight again. 
He thought he was going to be sick. Which was stupid, it was just lights and music. But it was crawling underneath his skin, pounding into his temples, clogging up his throat.
He wanted to go home.
“Hey, man! You okay over here?” Hunk appeared next to him, shouting to be heard over the chaos of music and conversations. “You look kinda pale.”
The added noise stabbed through Keith’s skull, and he tried his hardest not to show it. “‘m fine.”
Finishing chewing whatever he’d just popped into his mouth, Hunk frowned and stepped a little closer. “You sure? I mean, I know you don’t like parties, but…this seems a bit worse than normal.”
Keith looked over at him. He seemed entirely genuine, as Hunk usually was. “The lights and music are just…” This time he failed to keep from flinching when one of the beams crossed his face. “A lot. It’s no big deal, though.”
“Ohhh.” Hunk’s expression morphed from concern to something that was probably pity, which is not what he was hoping for. “Yeah, Shiro said at some point that you have like, sensitive eyes and stuff, right? I’m sorry, man. You could go back to the Castle, you know. You don’t have to stay if you’re miserable.” 
He shook his head. “No, it’s…it’s fine.” He wasn’t going to disappear and risk it causing any number of problems - alien presidents getting offended, Allura deciding she needed them all to line up and have some sort of ceremony, some kind of further attack occurring. Call him paranoid, but all of the above had happened before. “Don’t worry about me, I’ll be okay.” 
He really needed this conversation to end now, though. Having to talk and focus on what Hunk was saying, and also smelling the food he was holding on top of the smell of a bunch of alien sweat and perfumes was making things even worse. It felt like his head was going to explode with all of the sensations it was trying to process. 
In fact, maybe it was already exploding. Maybe it was slowly frying, at least, because there were stars appearing around him that he was pretty sure weren’t part of the party’s special effects. Hunk was saying something else next to him, but Keith couldn’t process it, staring up at the blinking stars. Everything in the room seemed to be moving in slow motion all of a sudden. Then there was an especially bright burst of light, and he vaguely felt himself falling.
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“I’ll be okay,” he said. “Don’t worry,” he said. But then Hunk was watching Keith stare off into space at nothing before starting to shake and dropping abruptly to the floor. 
“Whoa! Keith!” He dove onto his knees, torn between watching Keith’s whole body twitch and jerk uncontrollably and looking around frantically for someone to help him. Everyone’s attention was on the festivities, though, not down on the floor, and the music was way too loud to call out to anyone. Hunk was the only one who knew something was wrong.
And he was…not really equipped to handle something like this. He’d had some first aid classes, though, so he could…he could do this, right? It wasn’t like there was another choice. Keith needed him. 
This was definitely a seizure. And it was horrifying. But he had to ignore that and focus on what he could do. He knew he wasn’t supposed to hold onto him, couldn’t stop the terrible shaking that had taken over his body, but he was pretty sure it was a good idea to try and cushion his head. So he scooted over, reaching out tentatively and very, very carefully lifting Keith’s head with both hands until he could set it into his lap. 
The Red Paladin’s eyes were open, but only white was showing. Hunk’s heart was in his throat watching him. Vaguely he thought he remembered something about counting when someone was having a seizure, but he had no idea why or how much time had passed already so he didn’t try to start. All he could do at that point was watch and wait and hope that it would be over soon.
And eventually, after what seemed like a lifetime, it was. Keith’s body relaxed as quickly as it had begun seizing, going limp on the floor. He looked…dead. Which completely freaked Hunk out for a moment, almost more than the seizure had to start with, until he saw his chest rise and fall once, then twice. Okay. Okay, so he wasn’t dead. He was…not okay, but he wasn’t seizing and he wasn’t dead. Now he just needed to get someone’s attention, and since the shaking was past he was able to scoop him up in his arms and stand. 
It didn’t take long after that for someone to notice them then. One paladin draped across another’s arms was kind of concerning, apparently, and pretty soon they had a swarm of aliens and the other paladins around them, ready to help.
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After the stars and the falling, Keith didn’t remember much besides a buzzing sensation, like electricity had taken over his limbs. The next thing he was fully aware of was opening his eyes to blissful darkness and quiet. The only sound was a whispered conversation in an unseen corner of the room, which quickly came to a halt when he shifted. 
“Keith? You with us, bud?”
“Y-yeah.” He stretched out his legs, trying to figure out what he was lying on and why it felt like someone had beaten him with a stick. Every single muscle in his body was sore, even ones he didn’t realize he had. “What, uh…what happened?”
Hunk scooted out to the edge of the chair across from him, catching his attention. “You, um…had a seizure. It was super scary, man. I’d be really okay if that never happened again, but I mean of course I don’t like, blame you for it, I highly doubt you did it on purpose.”
“I wasn’t actually there for the seizure part, but seeing you passed out wasn’t exactly reassuring, either,” Lance piped in, appearing to perch on the arm of Hunk’s chair. “I just thought you were pale before, that was like, ghost quality.”
Keith was still trying to wrap his mind around the concept of having a seizure, but he was surprised to see them both there, especially Lance. “You should still be at the party, not worrying over me. I didn’t mean to interrupt everything.”
“You think I was gonna keep dancing with the ladies while my teammate was in here dying?” Lance scoffed, sounding offended. “The ladies will just have to do without me for a little while.”
“The ladies are probably all waiting to thank Keith for distracting you for a few minutes,” Pidge quipped drily. She draped herself over the back of the couch that Keith was apparently lying on. “And he’s not dying, anyway. He’s fine.” Her eyes cut over to Keith’s face, and he could see concern trying not to show itself. “Right?”
“Um. Yeah. I…think.” He started to push himself up, grimacing a little at the pull on his muscles, but Pidge placed the heel of her hand on his forehead and shoved him back down.
“Cool it, cowboy, you need to rest.”
“I’m fine, really. I don’t know what happened, but…I’m okay now.” He was pretty sure, anyway. He felt relatively normal, other than the soreness, but not knowing what had brought on the seizure and whether or not it would happen again was a bit concerning, to say the least. “It isn’t the first time I’ve had one, anyway. Happened once when I was a kid, too. And I was fine then,” he added quickly.
“Was there a lot of sensory input happening then, too?” Shiro crossed the room, tucking a datapad into his pocket. “Hunk said you were complaining about the lights and music.”
Keith thought back to the first incident, at a foster brother’s birthday party in an arcade. “Yeah. There was.” The foster parents had sent him away after that, claiming they were unprepared to deal with major medical issues. Never mind that it hadn’t happened again for almost a decade, and not until he was all the way in outer space.
Shiro nodded. “I was just talking to the Blade’s medic. Apparently it isn’t a common thing for Galra to experience, but he has seen it before in mixed species. The Galra sensory issues combined with…something that certain other races have, it was a bit over my head. But he’d like to run some tests next time he sees you, just to be sure.”
Keith groaned and shook his head. Just what he needed, more tests by the Blade trying to figure out how exactly his body worked. 
“I appreciate you guys, um…being there for me. Helping me out. Especially, um, you, Hunk. I hate that I caused a scene, though. You all should get back before you’re missed too much.”
“Don’t worry about it.” Hunk waved a hand dismissively. “Allura and Coran are still holding down the fort out there, though we should definitely let them know soon that you’re awake and okay. They were worried about you.”
“We’d all much rather be in here making sure you’re okay, Mullet.”
It never failed to surprise him, hearing the rest of the team express any kind of care and concern for him. A warm feeling invaded his chest and eased some of the tension in his body.
“And Keith? If this ever happens again, will you please let us know so we can help before your body freaks out?” Pidge poked him in the stomach to emphasize her words.
“Uh…yeah. Yeah, I can do that, I guess.” Part of him still wanted to protest about diplomacy and not angering aliens and such, but he knew he’d just get shut down. Instead he glanced around at the team and smiled a little. “Thanks.”
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whumperstorm · 5 months
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Repostober day 18 with, look at that, another Voltron piece! This one was done for one of my favorite Voltron fanfics from @justheretobreakthings, Remember Me! Featuring Keith and some Forget-Me-Nots
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parsnips-and-meth · 7 months
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"Over time – in this seamless room, on this violet ship, in this withering host – Keith grows less and less aware of anything outside of himself. 
            Time and space have become… nonsensical. He is sure he hasn’t been here, alone, forever. Occasionally the memories visit him. They are pale, sort of grainy, like low-quality video footage, but they are there. Shiro and a red caustic sunset. Lance and a window of stars. The white pillars of the Castle ship; the electric spirit of Voltron. 
            He has not seen anyone here. He is asleep whenever they deliver food and water. Whenever they take his bucket and rinse it. But soon he thinks they will have to come – soon, he thinks, he won’t be able to move on his own. "
(Sneak peek into my new Voltron fanfic! Get ready for a completely new type of whump...)
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whump-protocol · 1 year
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Kidnapped
Keith’s vision blurred just as a nameless, faceless enemy lunged at him from behind a crate.
He tried to parry the attack and found he could barely move. His body felt heavy, and his thoughts moved so slowly that the pain of being slammed into a metal wall barely registered. His luxite blade fell from his numb, fumbling fingers, and an attacker kicked it away. 
The senior Blade tried to focus. He brought his leg up and kneed his opponent. It took almost too much strength to move, but he refused to surrender without a fight. 
Nearby, a teammate crashed into a stack of boxes with enough force to splinter the heavy-duty wood. Food and other emergency supplies spilled into the wide hallway. Keith tried to move to defend the fallen Blade, but his balance was short. He met the floor instead, face first.
This wasn’t supposed to be happening.
This planet was deemed safe, and the Blades had come here on a humanitarian mission as delegates of the fledgling Coalition. An easy victory for a still-forming government, practically a vacation. 
And yet, here they were, on the ground, bruised and battered.
Above his head, someone spoke in a language Keith didn’t recognize.
He tried to move again, but his body felt like it was made of lead. It took all his effort just to keep breathing. Perhaps this was an adverse effect of whatever gas he and the other Blades had been dosed with when they’d entered the facility. Perhaps it was an intended consequence supplied his brain far too late.
He watched with growing horror as one of the attackers sliced a cable from a hole in the wall and walked toward him. Keith struggled against the enemy that grabbed his wrists, but it was pointless and a waste of his remaining strength. He felt the cable wrap around his wrists and ankles.
The enemies’ laughter told him what he needed to know — they were here for him.
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binart · 1 year
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DTOK page 17!  (First)(Previous)(Next)
and now we learn about The Thing... the Reason why keith came back in the first place...
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onlythegoodpretzels · 1 month
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This is how my Shiro got his scar. Head collar!
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grimreapersnuisance · 5 months
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“We Made A Good Team”
Sad Klance comic. I cry inside
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pendragonsgallery · 1 year
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A drawing of Rebel Lance I forgot to post (I accidentally drew his hair a little too long but we’re just going with it so shhhhh)
Asterism by idas_library on ao3
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art-lokiitama · 6 months
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Day 10 of @langstron 's Autumn of Langst with "Druid"
My last entry for the challenge! I feel like a third of the entire month isn't all too bad to reach and I don't want to drag it out. Wouldn't want drawing to be a chore after all haha
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mdoodlerfandomart · 10 months
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Coalition Lance AU
The horrifying truth about Lance's position is that he's a wanted man.
Even if Earth proves itself incapable of being conquered by the Galra, the generals can at least aim for the last standing Paladin of Voltron and that's what happens before anyone can really prepare for it or think to prepare for it.
Lance gets captured on his way to one of the newer outposts that's being set up on Earth. It's him and a handful of rebels on the ship when it's ambushed and everyone on board is taken captive. He gets separated from the crew once they arrive on the cruiser, the general of the day deciding he wants to rub his victory into Lance's face and show him off as his prisoner.
He'll never forget the terrified look on Veronica's face through the video call. He never meant for any of his family to see him captured and beaten and mocked, though he can at least say he put up a fight on screen.
In the grand scheme of things, it's not the worst imprisonment Lance has experience. It's certainly better than the last time he was captured, but the lack of armor is more detrimental than he expected it to be and by the time Matt shows up with several other ships behind him Lance is a bit of a bloody mess.
He'd managed to make a run for it, take out some sentries and soldiers, free his fellow prisoners, and cause his fair share of chaos. In his head, he calls it a victory even if everyone else is freaking out about the situation.
Lance is taken to the nearest hospital, some place in Europe, he thinks, though he tries to argue for somewhere closer to home. He doesn't want to make his family wait to see him, but his injuries require immediate attention (or so Nyma claims. Lance thinks he could have easily made it the extra bit to get home).
The one blessing is that he's not kept there for long and he's allowed to take one of the faster ships back to the main Garrison base.
Upon arrival, his family swarms him and he apologizes profusely for scaring them, for making them see him like that, for shattering whatever illusions they'd had about his time fighting this war.
Despite efforts to keep Lance safe, it's not the last time he's captured by an ambitious general or the last time his family fears for his life.
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callaeidae3 · 4 months
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A Month of Whump Winter Whumperland 2023 - Day 5: Time Loop
The universe gives, and the universe takes, and Keith is thrown back - time and time again - into an existence without Shiro.
@amonthofwhump
Never meeting may have been a kinder fate.
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actress4him · 3 months
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Thought I’d post this one more time now that it’s complete!
Rating: General Audiences
Category: Gen
Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender
Relationships: Keith & Voltron Paladins, Keith & Shiro
Additional Tags:
Keith Angst, Keith Whump, Hurt Keith, Homeless Keith, Keith is Bad at Feelings, Keith is a Mess, Keith Has Abandonment Issues, Keith's Father Dies, krolia dies (sorry Krolia), Character Study, Starvation, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Foster Care, Foster Kid Keith, Pre-Canon, Galaxy Garrison, Post-Canon, Loss, Angst with a Happy Ending, Kid Keith, Shiro Saves Keith
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whumperstorm · 5 months
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Repostober day 17 with my all-time favorite whump piece I've ever done!! You know I had to feature it.
This is from A brainwashed!Matt Holt Voltron AU that only ever lived in my head. (Still does, even though I'm not into Voltron anymore)
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icypantherwrites · 2 months
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It is finished.
Words I wasn't sure I was ever going to be able to write, but at 11:51 pm last night they became reality.
Bottled Ocean is finished.
I am really, really proud of myself for being able to come back to this story. I started writing it in all the way back in May 2020 so it has been almost four years from start to finish and it's been a really long, bumpy road. So much has happened over those four years and the story went from a vibrant, engaged audience when it first published to, if I'm lucky, one or two engaged readers and maybe five reading it total. It's been really hard to put forth the energy into writing such a monster of a story (it is officially over 250,000 words long) knowing that there's no one there really to read it and even now I'll be lucky to have one or two engaged readers for it.
But it is done. My legacy after writing over 400 fanfictions in the last 7 years is not an incomplete story. It's something I can look back on and be proud of that I wrote that and as anyone knows, 250,000 words is not a small undertaking.
I had promised myself that if I went back to writing this I would finish the story before it began publishing again on Patreon (which resumes today) and then life hit. I had Covid the last two weeks and felt really terrible and dizzy and unable to focus. I thought writing fight scenes was hard, bah, writing fight scenes while you're distracted by the word 'sword' because it says 's-word' and going off on a tangent of swear words you think pirates would say while still trying to write a fight scene is hard. I kept going.
I reached yesterday morning and realized that I still had at least four chapters to write and I wasn't sure how I was going to do it and even if my deadline was self-imposed I was going to fail it.
I didn't.
Outside of taking breaks to walk the dog (it reached 42 here in Chicagoland and for this time of the year that's practically tropical) and guzzling down over half of a 2-liter of Dr. Pepper and trying to drink water in there too, I did it. I sat down, wrote my ass off, and a little over 16,000 words of the most pinnacle parts of the story as it all comes together and concludes I did it. I am exhausted and I honestly didn't even recall most of the final chapter so I went back and read it this morning and not to toot my horn but damn I'm a good writer, and I am just so relieved and happy it is done.
I am done too. My writing journey comes to an end with this story (I'll still for sure be posting on Patreon for the rest of 2024 though with my insane backlog and of course Bottled Ocean and some works on AO3 too) and I'm hanging up my keyboard. It has been a long seven years full of the good and the bad, the bright spots and the dark, but I can look back at this chapter of my life and see that I wrote over 3.2 million words worth of stories to share and I feel...
I feel content. And relieved and honestly my wrists are aching from pressing against my laptop all night, but I am happy. Thank you to all who came on this writing journey with me, who have been with me since As Color Fades Away posted in 2017 or stumbled across my works this year. It has been a life-changing seven years of writing.
I'll still be around here posting updates and hopefully, maybe, trying to get a few of y'all to bite at Bottled Ocean and join me in reading my final fanfiction, but this author is finally, finally finished and it is the start of a new adventure.
Thanks everyone ♥
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then-be-a-warrior · 1 year
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Sometimes I think to myself "hey, maybe this character needs a break" and then I remember I'm the one who's not giving them one.
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binart · 2 years
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DTOK cover and page 1! (First)(Next)
introducing my little side-project, DTOK  a.k.a “Doomed Timeline Older Keith Does Time Travel to Save Lance (and Also the Universe Less Importantly)”!
SRPA will be going on a pause to help me rest my eyes from all BoM purple lmao 
anyway the klance is really front and center in this short comic and i have really severe klance brainworms right now sO I HOPE YOU DON'T MIND THIS LITTLE DETOUR!! ONCE IT'S OUT OF MY SYSTEM IT'S RIGHT BACK TO DELICIOUS SRPA SLOWBURN!!
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