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IMPORTANT!

    Friendly reminder this blog is no longer in use! I have moved Krolia (and all my voltron muses) to @solcordc​​ !! I hope to see you all there.

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15 min krolia 💦💦

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Intergalactic space papi

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💪🏻💪🏻💪🏻

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{ LOSS }

             Eyes snap open from sleep as pure terror and anguish bubble into her being from the dull bond that has grown quiet over the vast distance. Krolia knows on instinct that its her mate down on earth and the fear of what could be happening sends her careening out of her bed and toward the sole window looking towards Earth on the Blades secret base. Her claws dig into the glass as her lungs seize with his own, non-existant smoke bubbling into them. Her mate is desperate through the bond and the fear is only getting worse. It’s all too much and she’s hurtling through the base, shoving a helmet on without bother to grab armor. What if Keith is in danger as well as her mate?

              Whatever choices she’d made didn’t matter when her maternal instincts were screaming for her to protect her mate and child. It was getting harder to breathe and the warm pulse of him in her chest where their hearts had synced was growing faint--throwing the beats off ever so slightly as his began to slow. It didn’t matter that Earth might as well be on the other end of the universe; Krolia would do anything to protect what she loved. She was in the cockpit before logic had a chance to set in--but thankfully her panicked state hadn’t gone un-noticed. 

                Thace grabbed the female galra, trying to get her to focus and she nearly ripped his throat out in her desperation. “Krolia!” he cried and her violence turned to shaking and panic once more. “Krolia please...old friend what is the matter...” The tears wouldn’t stop and she gripped the others arms tightly, almost cutting off circulation. “He’s dying! Thace please I have to go to him! I have to....” But there’s no saving him, their bond is weakening and it hurts so much all she can do is cry and cling like a lost child. 

                    Then it vanishes and a wail rears from her throat, echoing through the empty hanger. Tears and pained howls mingle together and Thace is forced to watch, only able to hold his friend as she mourns the death of her mate. Between the force of the sobs she grips at her chest, clinging to the fact though her heart is still beating to the same rythm her mates once had, though the empty hollow where his warmth once lingered rips her to shreds. Countless hours go by as she mourns and Thace takes her back to her cabins just as the blade begin to stir. 

                     Fingers brush over a locket she’s pulled out, a silly picture of her family that her mate somehow managed to pull off; something to keep them with her always. “They’re both gone...” she whispers, shaking under the blanket. “I think...he was trying to save our son...but he didn’t succeed and now...I have nothing left.”

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your muse as tea!

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post - trauma sentence starters  blood, death mention.

“don’t do that. don’t shut me out.” 

“you’ve been crying. i can tell.”

“we need to change those bandages and get some food in you.”

“you want me to rub your back ’til you fall asleep?”

“that was a brave thing you did today.” 

“shh, that’s okay, get everything out.”   

“there’s something on your shirt. you – that’s blood!”

“need some space?”

“you should lay down.”

“there’s nothing wrong with asking for help.” 

“shh, shh. you were having a nightmare.”

“we can talk through the door.” 

“let’s clean you up and get you to bed, okay?”

“you almost died.” 

“i brought you a blanket.”

“you’re home. you’re safe.” 

“i’m worried about you.”

“is everything okay?”

“tell me how to make it better.”

“it’s been a tough few days. how are you holding up?”

“you have to stay awake. come on, give my hand a squeeze.” 

“you’re in the hospital.” 

“think you can make it to the bathroom?”

“no, no. don’t close your eyes.”

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                night in the woods → sentence starters

slightly edited in some cases to work for rp purposes. feel free to change phrasing or pronouns to fit your muse(s)!

❝ Do you think we’d be friends if we weren’t, like, stuck together in the same town? ❞

❝ My entire life feels like running after something that keeps moving away into the distance, while I stay in the same place. ❞

❝ I believe in a universe that doesn’t care and people who do. ❞

❝ We’re all gonna die if we don’t keep living. ❞

❝ Go legally braindead from lack of oxygen due to choking on my entire ass! ❞

❝ There is not one person on God’s Earth who doesn’t love tacos! ❞

❝ I am so scared all the time and the fear hurts. ❞

❝ Pretty amazing, to be something at least. ❞

❝ I have really up up days and really down down days. And I don’t know which it is until it’s over sometimes. ❞

❝ Plastic bags are the ghosts of supermarkets. ❞

❝ Being the only queer people in town sucks. ❞

❝ Not knowing how something worked used to seem like… magic. Now not knowing means it might be going wrong and I may not be able to fix it . ❞

❝ When I die, I want it to hurt. When my friends leave, when I have to let go, when this entire town is wiped off the map, I want it to hurt. Bad. I want to lose. I want to get beaten up. I want to hold on until I’m thrown off and everything ends. And you know what? Until that happens, I want to hope again. And I want it to hurt. Because that means it meant something.  ❞

❝ It’s a fantastic ass right? ❞

❝ No fascists at this party! ❞

❝ You could vape. ❞

❝ You know when your body is like ‘Uh whoa I almost died,’ and you get all hyper because you’re filled with dolphins? ❞

❝ At the end of everything, hold on to anything. ❞

❝ If anyone’s going to ruin your night, it should be you. ❞

❝ I’m like, proud of us all, for having good-ass lives in a shitty, stupid, good-ass town. ❞

❝ Nothing is going to save us forever, But a lot of things can save us today. ❞

❝ And nobody cares! I wanted someone to notice things aren’t OK. ❞

❝ Once haunted, can a place be unhaunted? ❞

❝ We devote ourselves to something we barely understand, something we can never touch. We give it a name, and we give ourselves a name for doing so. All of it creates this connection. And that connection, that becomes the thing we can touch. ❞

❝ Oh my god. That was dangerous. I could’ve died. THAT WAS AMAZING! ❞

❝ There was until one afternoon… where something just broke. Reality broke. ❞

❝ They said I had an anger problem, but that’s not true. ❞

❝ I know this won’t save me in the end, but I don’t need it to save me forever, I just need it to save me now. ❞

❝ I have the worst face. I have a nightmare face. ❞

❝ Don’t panic but we’re maybe all gonna die soon. ❞

❝ Okay, I don’t feel comfortable with you objectifying my boyfriend. ❞

❝ I’m gonna go run around naked in the wooooooods! ❞

❝ You can’t take a woman’s husband just because he’s dead! ❞

❝ I am super, super gay. ❞

❝ I think my total gayness came through to the discerning reader. ❞

❝ I am extremely unhappy and you’re the only person who knows. ❞

❝ My dad/mom/parents didn’t like me. ❞ 

❝ My dad used to hit me a lot. ❞

❝ My mom like, wouldn’t feed me. ❞

❝ I’d be locked in there for a day sometimes, or overnight. So I’d try to develop psychic powers so I could like signal to the neighbors or unlock the door. Didn’t work, as you might guess. ❞

❝ I never told anybody. After a while, I started feeling guilty too, for some reason. Like this was something bad I was doing? ❞

❝ Being abused isn’t your fault at all. ❞

❝ I’m just glad I didn’t – yeah, anyway. ❞

❝ My dad had to stop drinking because he was a danger to me and my mom. ❞

❝ I want to grow giant and pick you all up and carry you somewhere safe. ❞

❝ Screw it! I’m doing two beers! I’m doing beer! ❞

❝ I guess beer is just one of those horrible things adults do. Like doing taxes and having babies. ❞

❝ Time makes most dangerous things less dangerous. ❞

❝ I stayed and grew up while you left and stayed the same. ❞

❝ I don’t even believe in hell and I hope they go straight there. ❞

❝ Hey you get that porn off your laptop? ❞

❝ You’re a smooth talker. you’re a smoothie. ❞

❝ Eff college!! All those rich kids and hot people all wring sex and having papers with each other! ❞

❝ I was just saying you look like crap because I love you. ❞

❝ Let’s steal from my boss, who trusted me! ❞

❝ ______ is probably bipolar. ❞

❝ I don’t know what this feeling is. ❞

❝ Don’t ever say daddy again. ❞

❝ I can’t not give a shit. ❞

❝ I thought you couldn’t leave home because of your… issue? ❞

❝ You’re home enough. ❞

❝ Isn’t it illegal to smoke indoors? ❞ 

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reblog if your muse would join in the area 51 raid

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     Always so on edge, even around someone that was revealed to him as his mother. A Blade of Marmora agent, someone that was under high amounts of pressure to hide int he Galran hierarchy in order to give intel from inside Galran headquarters.. He had to admit that was.. impressive to say the least. She survived there.. which meant she was a skilled spy. Nonetheless.. he was terrified of getting to know her more than the void of space had made him. He knew why she left.. He had said he’d known.. and he understood. But there was a point of trying to get to know someone new that made things a little harder for him to.. get used to. 

     Hands moved together, wringing nervously as the wolf moved to nuzzle at his hands. the wolf seemed to understand a lot.. he knew why Keith was always nervous. He knew when his master needed help from his emotions and anxieties. There were things that he had floating around in his head no one needed to know. Much less his own mother. Those mismatched eyes finally moving to the woman after a moment or two. “What was he like.. before you left..?” The question left him without a second thought, only to immediately regret it a moment later. He meant his dad… There was only so much he remembered of him.. but he was young and often foolish.. Didn’t mean he didn’t miss him from time to time.

         There’s no anger in her expression; no malicious feelings aimed at her son. Instead there’s a deep rooted pain that causes her teeth to clench and she has to close her eyes tightly. Clawed hands dig into her knees and the tears slip from her eyes before she can stop them. It’s been so hard--to look at her son and know that because of her actions she’s little more than a stranger. It hurts though, knowing he’d grown up feeling as lost as she had. Not to mention that Krolia, as a full galra, bonded for life. She would never find love again--Keiths father had been her mate and now he was gone. It was a heavy feeling to know that your better half left long before you were ready.

          Her heart clenched painfully in her chest and she touched over it tenderly before her eyes opened slowly, blinking back the tears that were quietly slipping from her. “He was the bravest man I ever knew.” She said softly, her eyes turning to the stars as if she could find his face in the dark expanse. “I had never met a human--and I have known first hand that they can be cruel and unkind but--” Krolia’s eyes at last turned to her son and she almost reached out, but she didn’t. Biting her lip she pulled it back into her lap; she had not earned the right to cradle her son. She was not worthy to be his mother.

            “Your father--he was kind and would have done anything to save another life. He was silly too though...” A small smile played on her lips and she couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her. “I don’t think I had ever laughed or smiled til your father--not truly. He believed in living life to the most joyful--even when he came back bone tired and covered in soot he’d smile and tell me a joke. Nothing brought your father down but--”

              Memories flooded her mind and then she laughed, touching her stomach. “Well...when you were born I’d never seen a man so frightened. He actually fainted--did you know that? He was so scared for you and me and so eager to meet you. I think it was too much.” Another laughed followed by a few bittersweet tears came and her arms curled around her frame as her gaze drifted to the small fire between them.

                “You’re so much like him.” Came a soft comment after some moments of silence. “If he...if you’re father was still here he’d tell you how proud he is of you. That despite everything you found people you love and that you protect them. But most of all he’d be proud of how kind you are.” She holds her head in her hands, clenching her teeth as she swallows the sobs between the large tears rolling into her fur. “I’m so sorry Keith...I never should have left you. I’m so sorry.”

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I don’t know what I’m supposed to do                                         𝒉𝒂𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 by the 𝙶𝙷𝙾𝚂𝚃 of you                                                        Oh, take me back to the 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙬𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙩

                                 Indie Canon Divergent Krolia by Sora                                            {Rules} | {Muse} | {Nav}

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I felt it was necessary to re-post this.

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age/roll swap 4

(keith return)

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i love a woman

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bc krolia and tex are basically rose quartz and greg

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fav knife family <3

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life crisis