#abyss of memory

[discordiansamba]

ngl i was gonna be all hell yes i wanna see more criminal keith but then i realised i was just gonna end up asking for more stuff that could fit runaway paladin au cnfkdnxjdkn

as an alternative: the keiths of your aus all meet. there's a timer of how quickly they resort to crime and/or fighting smth

"So we all stole Shiro's car right?"

A particularly young looking version of himself raises his hand, "-I stole his hoverbike, actually."

An older version of himself cocks his head in confusion, "-Shiro doesn't even own a car. He's like, eighteen."

"Shiro?" A version of himself who is sporting some nasty looking purple lichtenberg scars asks. "You mean like, Adam's fiancee? I've never even met him."

Another version of himself, one wearing actual armor, just looks deeply confused. "What's a car?"

"Ditto," says another version of himself with bronze-colored eyes and a dusty cloak, "-what's a car."

"I helped steal a ship to break him out of Central Command," a version of himself in druid robes replies, "-does that count?"

Keith hums. Okay. So there's outliers, definitely. But most of the other versions of himself gathered in this strange place had most definitely raised their hands.

"So basically what you're saying is," and a way more Galra version of himself wearing the armor of one of Lotor's generals says this, "-maybe like 90% of us have at some point, stolen a vehicle belonging to Shiro."

"I never stole his car, but I did try to kill him," a version of himself who would otherwise look normal if not for the scar on his cheek that he hadn't gotten in his own universe until years later said, "-that counts for something, right?"

Two different versions of himself, one more Galra looking and clad in Blade armor, and the other more human dressed in orange and blue ask in tandem, "Wait, you tried to kill him!?"

"Yeah, sorry," a version of himself that looks more like a chimera raises a hand, "-I tried to kill him too. In my defense, I was fucked up on quintessence."

"Oh, ditto on the brainwashing," replies another version of himself wearing Blade armor, but looking more human than some of the others, "-also I was possessed at the time too?"

"...are you guys like, okay?" A version of himself that resembles Lotor a little too closely for anyone's comfort asks.

A lot of the other versions of himself simply reply no.

"Cool," Keith said, "-glad to know we're all kind of deeply fucked up."

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: The Blade of Marmora recover an amnesiac half-Galra, who turns out to be the missing red paladin of Voltron. After being reunited with the paladins, Kethe struggles to come to terms with both his memory loss and his former identity as Keith Kogane, all while he attempts to reforge bonds with the paladins and Alteans alike.

Author: @discordiansamba

Note from submitter: This is a series. The author writes very good galra!Keith AUs.

[totallynotsarkaz]

working alone

[capricoopla]

Chat, we keen on some RW specbio bullshit?

The Cabinet Lords, what good is a memory if you can't realise it? Slow and frail, the lords live a calm and peaceful life, mostly in an existential crisis.

~

"Ah, a creature. With its own little life, own little memories, I'm sure...

Assigned to me was the name Fourteen Globes, Bloating Valve. Dealt a unfair hand, preserving where possible. An artisan by trade, with gentle care, I painted ceramics, decorating them in beautiful latterns.

In the blackened night, when I knew my tireless work was done, I'd dance in my vacant store, to songs long learned, long endured.

...

Yet, I know this not the case, and all these memories, mannerisms, fears, desires, the love I got, the love I gave,

was not mine.

...

Suppose you'd find it an odd dilemma, I'm sure."

Also yah, the miros are chill with em why not

[keykidpilipili]

Coping with KHML's cancellation by imagining the most horrifying ways Scala could have made themselves descendents of Ephemera:

Norting themselves with tiny fragments of his heart stuck in a bottle on a shelf;

Founders are just Ephy clones/replicas routinely switched out every decade or so with the original kept unaging in a timeless pocket world(a prison surrounded by water);

Ephy's chosen successors/children being replaced with his memories altered Namine style. Of course you always wanted a blood caste system dude don't you remember?

[levemetal]

Day 2: Timeloop / Xiao Qi and Jiu Ge

I am cringe and I am not even free

Feel free to reuse this idea but 24 hours are not enough for me to finish an entire comic. I could have taken the simpler prompt but nOOOOOO timeloop is too tempting. Past me why are we like this

[fistfuloflightning]

When Ming Fan finally fought his way through the underbrush to where the Rift had appeared, it was already too late. Shizun and Luo Binghe stood at the edge of the yawning chasm, swords unsheathed and pointed at each other. He hadn’t thought much of it when Shen Qingqiu had flown past him so soon after the earthquake that had torn open the Rift, but he could now see there was something very wrong. Shen Qingqiu’s back was turned to Ming Fan and his face hidden, but he could see plainly the fear and confusion on Luo Binghe’s face. Along with the glowing, damning mark on his forehead. Something demonic.

Ming Fan gripped the foliage, forcing himself not to run out. Not yet. He’d end up dead or wishing he was. He had mocked Luo Binghe early in the Conference, yes, but he knew the younger boy had done nothing to merit this kind of punishment—!

In a matter of seconds, Xiu Ya had stabbed forward, Zheng Yang had shattered, and Luo Binghe had staggered back into the Rift.

Everything seemed to still.

Ming Fan sucked in an breath and darted out of the foliage—but it was too late. Luo Binghe’s arm vanished over the edge just as Ming Fan ran past their shizun. He lunged forward the last few feet, fingers clawing at Luo Binghe’s forearm just in time. Caught, held. The sudden weight had him crashing again against the ground and the wind was knocked out of him. The taste of charred earth mixed with that of fresh blood where he’d nearly bitten his tongue in half.

But that was inconsequential. Not when he could feel the weight at the end of his arm that told him he didn’t fail. Even when the only person he needed to acknowledge that fact was someone he couldn’t stand. No one deserves to die like this, Ming Fan thought viciously. Not even him.

Dangling below him, Luo Binghe’s eyes were wide with terror and confusion, at odds with the damning, demonic seal glowing on his forehead. But there was something like gratitude there as well, out of place and so painfully frail.

For a fragile second, it felt like they were breathing the same

“Shixiong—”

With a cry, he was wrenched from Ming Fan’s grip and into the Abyss below. Ming Fan’s cry was strangled in his throat.

He didn’t know how long he remained there, clenching the burned grass with white-knuckled fingers and straining his eyes to see through the acrid smoke that rose from the chasm for even the barest glimpse of Luo Binghe. But time moved on and the Rift sealed shut and when Ming Fan blinked and once more became aware of his surroundings, he realized he was not alone.

Shen Qingqiu loomed over him like a stone Buddha, face cold as jade. His spiritual sword was once more sheathed, his robes neat and not one hair out of place. As though he hadn’t had a hand in what had happened here.

“You… you killed him,” Ming Fan breathed, still unable to fully process what had just taken place. But that’s what it was, a death sentence fed to the hungry maw of the Endless Abyss.

Shen Qingqiu. “He was a stain upon our sect.”

Ming Fan could feel the rage slowly rise. “He was a disciple of Qing Jing Peak. He was your disciple.” Acknowledging it was like vinegar on his tongue but a boy was dead because of him. He stared at Shen Qingqiu as if seeing him for the first time. Stripped of his elegance and his masks…

“He was a demon.” Shen Qingqiu sneered down at him. “There is no need to explain to you why he needed to be eradicated.”

Ming Fan tore burning eyes away from that frigid, impassive mask. He couldn’t bear looking at the man he had so long idolized. Instead he stared at the ground, in fear he would do or say something he could not undo. And beside his knee he saw slivers of metal.

The shards of Zheng Yang, tangled in the burned grass. Ming Fan’s vision blurred and his breath grew sharp and ragged, anger slamming into him full force. He wrapped his fingers around the pieces, the razor pain of their edges grounding him as the rest of his world unraveled like poorly woven cloth. His shizun had failed him.

And he had failed his shidi.

[howlsofbloodhounds]

quick question! is there a connection between color and a camera, whether it's a headcanon or canonically stated somewhere, since i've seen a couple of artworks with him taking pictures

It’s just a headcanon.

It’s a very popular headcanon that Color’s complex trauma surrounding having his entire existence erased, forgotten, and replaced leads to intense fears of being replaced, forgotten, nonexistent, ignored, overlooked, or alone and abandoned—as he also does canonically fear being alone very very much— has led to him becoming obsessed with leaving reminders of his existence and presence and memory.

Often times he probably panics, dissociates, or gets angry if he feels like he’s being forgotten or ignored—even if it’s as simple as someone refusing to look at him when he’s speaking. Likely needing acknowledgment and reminders from his loved ones that he does still exist and they haven’t forgotten him.

Marking places and items with markers or pencils or even via carving in the pillars of the Last Corridor when in the Void, hoarding things (even unimportant things), obsessively journaling and scrapbooking, marking and keeping track of time a lot, refusing to heal any marks scars or wounds on his body, always having a camera or phone with a working camera nearby to take pictures of just about every memory and experience he has. Likely keeping every single gift someone gives him, and probably taking pictures of said gift to put in a picture album.

And because Color is also commonly HC’d as autistic as well, many also see photography as one of Color’s special interests. On top of that, due to Color’s severe skull injury, it’s possible that he fears forgetting things and people and losing track of time and moments as well—on top of the possible heavy dissociative episodes and how some people have HC’d him to struggle with maladaptive daydreaming, its likely he could struggle with memory loss as well.

[americanhell]

[discordiansamba]

will anyone at the Galaxy Garrison truly be prepared when Keith and Akira roll up to the base? The answer is no. No one is prepared for double the amount of Keith.

[thoughtsofananon]

Could we get an avoid? You choose which flavor

help there’s been a shadow guy rotating in my mind constantly for (checks the date) FIVE MONTHS.

I exploded in the tags

[montypng]

“olfactory memory: referring to the recollection of smells.”

[ID: a three page comic in a limited colour palette of black, white, purple, and yellow:

an unnamed killjoy lights a cigarette with a matchstick, leaving smoke trails. the girl, slightly older than in the music videos, turns to face them and says “hey. ya mind puttin’ that out?” the killjoy raises their eyebrows and replies “sheesh, ya got somethin’ against nic-sticks or what?”

a close-up of the girl’s mouth — she pauses, then says “…nah.” her speech bubble trails off into clouds of smoke, weaving through several objects: a revving motorcycle, a laser gun, bound sticks of dynamite, and, finally, a familiar hand holding a cigarette aloft, clad in a fingerless glove and string of bad luck beads.

purple smoke connects the last page to the previous, drawing the viewer’s eye downwards. on a black background, white text reads: “i just can’t stand the smoke.” the girl’s face is turned away, seemingly emotionless. a single tear drips down her chin. /end ID] 

[echantedtoon]

DEMON SLAYER SERIES MASTERLIST

My series collection. All have two or more parts you can read.

The Toll Of Desire : Yandere Kizuki x Oiran Reader

Bleeding Moonlight : Yokai Kokushibo x Oiran Reader

Fox Tails : Kitsune Upper Moon Trio x Reader

Monstober : Monster Kny characters x Reader

Yantober : Yandere kny characters x Reader

Mermay Madness : Mermaid kny characters x Reader

Kaigaku Week : Kaigaku x Reader

Demonic Angelicy : Karaku x Oc

Karaku/Hantengu+ Clones x Angel (OC) Stuff

A Lover's Circle (Poly Haishira x Reader)

The Hand That Guides : Demon King Kagaya Ubuyashiki x Reader Au

Abyssal : Mermaid Kokushibo x Reader Collab With @lavenderdropp

Obsession 憑 :Yandere Yoriichi x Reader x Yandere Kokushibo/Michikatsu

Fleeting Memories : Demon Yuichiro Tokito Au

Monster Bride : Monster Twelve Kizuki x Reader

Demon Bride : Reverse Harem Twelve Kizuki x Reader

Demon Bride Lost Bits : None Cannon Endings To Demon Bride

Waning Obsession(Yandere Kokushibo x Reader)

In The Moon's Shadow(Yandere Kokushibo x Reader)

Eclipsed Starshine(Yandere Kokushibo x Reader)

Let's Summon An Oni! : Oni Kokushibo x Reader

Promise : Yokai Yoriichi x Reader x Yokai Kokushibo

Demonstober : Monster Kny Characters x Reader

Twelve Days Of Kny : Christmas themed kny ships

Quite A Handful : Hantengu+ Clones x Wife Reader

Oblivious Crushes : Hantengu Clones x Mitsuri Modern Au

A Rock And A Hard Place : Akaza x Reader x Douma With A Side Of Rengoku x Reader

Everyone Wants A Brother Like You : Slice Of Life Nezuko Ships

Love Is Blind : Kagaya Ubuyashiki x Reader Soulmate Au

Ocean Deep : Uzuren + Wives x Reader Mermaid Au

[quoththeowl31]

Her effing face opens up!!

I think this really just confirms that Little Girl in COA 8 a.k.a Compasso was nothing more than a doll.

Or in Orpheus' own words from her character intro video:

His unfailing bait!

Compasso was a lure utilized by Violetta, the Hunter who we know in the main story wanted to be an actress.

Arachnidopter's (Violetta) own design notes read this:

"From the design's starting point, she is not overwhelmingly powerful, nor does she possess the ability to easily destroy everything. Instead, her strength lies in subtly manipulating space from the shadows and utilizing the precarious rules that govern this wasteland. Her strategy takes on a more "ecological" feel, like a hunter in its natural environment——good at using her appearance to conceal herself, possessing patience and strategy, and knowing how to use bait to wear down her prey's strength."

Much like Little Girl in the main story, she isn't real. She's an illusion that draws others into the metaphorical jaws of a predator.

[baphometsss]

if i see one more post about how solas/mythal/elgar'nan had a weird love triangle thing going on i'm gonna scream

[k00kstermk]

Compsso, my girlie queen

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