DEDICATION. The quality of being DEDICATED or committed to a TASK or PURPOSE. “Lance is dedicated to his family.” — narrated by kaleb. (( icon by parfaitperi. ))
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Hey, guys! I’m kinda embarrassed to say, but I’ve left this blog dead for a few months now and I think it’s only fair to y’all that I say that soon I’ll be deactivating this blog. It’s been worrying me a lot and I just, like, cannot rp Lance to save my life.
If you want to follow my other blogs ?? I’m more active on my red blog. If you wanna hmu there we can share info or whatever and I can rp Lance privately via chats but this blog was gonna be left to die, anyway
Sorry if this disappoints anyone!
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» red-e2-fite
“You look dumb,” Keith retorted almost immediately. He did not turn to Lance, didn’t even bother to acknowledge him beyond words as he fought… And out of pure spite, sent the gladiator robot flying. Only when it was down for the count did he turn to glare daggers at the Altean, and if looks could kill, he would have been maimed at the very least. “Why are you even here, anyways? Don’t you have better things to do, or were you trying to distract me and hope I got hurt?” he asked, stalking over to the other male with nearly murderous intent. If he hadn’t been so entirely focused on the fight, if fighting wasn’t so ingrained into his nature, Keith might have turned to Lance when he spoke, might have had his thoughts momentarily distracted… And that was all someone- robot or not- needed to turn the tides of a fight.In which case he would have been injured. Keith wondered if Lance knew that and had spoken intentionally.
The look the other boy gave him gave him a feeling of regret & adrenaline, a kind of excitement when you insult your family member and hope to whoever’s out there that you don’t get chased around the castle. It was meant to be a joke, whether or not it was understood that way.
The crash, when the Gladiator hit the wall was startling, to say the least. With the Gladiator there, he still stuck his tongue out. “I didn’t hope you would be hurt, I was testing how much of a good fighter you were. Jeez, Keith. I am the example of a good citizen and a good citizen would never wish pain upon someone else.”
It hadn’t occurred to him that Keith would’ve been hurt. He thought that the red boy would’ve ignored him completely. But he won’t let himself wallow over something that didn’t even happen.
#ɪɴ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ » ᵗʰᵉ ᵖʳᶤᶰᶜᵉ ᵒᶠ ᶠᵒʳᵍᵒᵗᵗᵒᶰ ᵐᵒᵒᶰˢ#ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅ » ᶤᶰ ᵈᵉˢᵖᵃᶤʳ ʰᵉ ᶤˢ ʰᵒᵖᵉ#ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ᴄᴀʟʟ » ᵇᵉʸᵒᶰᵈ ˡᵒᶜᵏᵉᵈ ᶜᵃᵍᵉˢ#ᴋᴇɪᴛʜ » ᵗʰᵉ ʳᶤᵛᵃˡ ᵒᶠ ᵃᶰᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵖˡᵃᶰᵉᵗ#red-e2fite#late reply i am Sorri
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Lance was a good fighter, he had taken up years of training with the Gladiator. If he was alone, he could do a good job. Seeing other people being flung at 60 mph directly into a wall, however, was not a good time. And it threw his groove off. It was terrifying, okay? Terrifying.
— “Alluraa!”
Combat training had always made Lance dreadfully disappointed, it made him sore and showed him how many times someone could suplex him without getting tired. It was exhausting.
Fighting Allura was exhausting, too. She spent all of her time doing calculations and messing with the engines of the Castleship and being the best pilot for the slowest, most inconvenient ship ever. And she can still beat the snot out of Lance in the training deck, as he noticed.
He also noticed that the training deck floor was very cold, but had no slickness to it. The royal wear that was the equivalent to fighting pajamas covered most points of the body, like the paladin’s battle wear, but it didn’t have the armor and it had more colors. Lance’s brain tended to overthink and analyze things whenever he’s thinking really hard. He gravitated towards smaller details that others wouldn’t notice.
Lance was sparring with Allura, something they’ve done since they were little. Sparring with your sister consists of a lot of cheap shots, bickering, and short-term victories.
— “Allura! Why do you hit so hard?”
#ɪɴ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ » ᵗʰᵉ ᵖʳᶤᶰᶜᵉ ᵒᶠ ᶠᵒʳᵍᵒᵗᵗᵒᶰ ᵐᵒᵒᶰˢ#ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅ » ᶤᶰ ᵈᵉˢᵖᵃᶤʳ ʰᵉ ᶤˢ ʰᵒᵖᵉ#ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ᴄᴀʟʟ » ᵇᵉʸᵒᶰᵈ ˡᵒᶜᵏᵉᵈ ᶜᵃᵍᵉˢ#ᴀʟʟᴜʀᴀ » ˢʰᵉ ᶤˢ ʰᶤˢ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ#ctoile#if u need me to rewrite lmk!! i hope this is ok!!#sorry about the wait :(
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Okay, listen, in hindsight, it was entirely Lance’s fault for wandering too far from his team. He knew this planet before, but it was different now. What’s the word? It wasn’t so — inhabited before. It was bare, no primary species had claimed land to it yet. Lance’s elders they never wanted it, ( ‘ it’s solar system was too far away from Altea and the resources were none that they didn’t have already. It would take too much time to harvest the planet. ’ ) They let the next bunch be the keeper, not going by the “finders keepers” rule that other species had.
It felt very familiar to Lance, but he hadn’t expected any … interactions.
The stranger he met with did not seem very volatile, but it was funny-looking. ( At least he was thinking it, right? He didn’t say it aloud, at least! )
He was very slow, he even put up his Bayard. It was very diplomatic to be without weapons, right? He thought so. His dad never brought weapons to meetings. But then again, he had guards.
Lance’s voice was very slow. Not very confident, though.
“Uh, hi there?”
#ɪɴ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ » ᵗʰᵉ ᵖʳᶤᶰᶜᵉ ᵒᶠ ᶠᵒʳᵍᵒᵗᵗᵒᶰ ᵐᵒᵒᶰˢ#ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅ » ᶤᶰ ᵈᵉˢᵖᵃᶤʳ ʰᵉ ᶤˢ ʰᵒᵖᵉ#xenomorph tag pending!!!#palewxrrior#so sorry about the wait!#if you want me to rewrite lmk
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Lance wanted to be on this rescue mission. He wanted to be there, with his team, helping them. He wanted to be with them, doing his best, doing what he’s always wanted, and he got choked up when he saw pods with live aliens in them.
— What happened?
( Assess the situation, Lance. ) A crash site, the cryotubes were relatively not damaged and although a few were cracked or broken or shattered with some bodies ( some without ) but a lot of them were unharmed in the incident. The main alien species that is held in the pods is mostly Galra there are some species that Lance does not recognize, mostly laborers that were worth keeping in safe care. ( Not really safe now, is it? )
All the cryotubes are stuck together in one main cargo train, so if there were any survivors they would be here, in the place where it was mostly not damaged by the crash. Lance talks to his helmet. He went to the back of the ship first. “I located a crashed cargo train and it’s full of pods with .. aliens.”
He opened the first cryotube, but it had a distinct smell of old death. He nearly gagged, his throat constricting painfully. He decided to open up near the front. “Some may be dead, a pod malfunction or just plain death from the crash but I’m hoping some may be alive.” Someone responded to him but he could only pay half-attention to their words. “I’ll be careful, don’t … worry.”
He forced open a cryotube towards the front. Unharmed, relatively, except for a few minor damages to the outside layer of the metal. “Hey there?” He asked, standing over the comatose body. “Are you breathing?”
#ɪɴ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ » ᵗʰᵉ ᵖʳᶤᶰᶜᵉ ᵒᶠ ᶠᵒʳᵍᵒᵗᵗᵒᶰ ᵐᵒᵒᶰˢ#ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅ » ᶤᶰ ᵈᵉˢᵖᵃᶤʳ ʰᵉ ᶤˢ ʰᵒᵖᵉ#ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ » ᵗʰᵉ ᵘᶰᵏᶰᵒʷᶰ ʰᵉᶤʳ#ask-a-galra#this is late im sorry!!!#:(#if u need me to rewrite lmk!
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|♛ oorp: i pray for anyone who interacts with lance (and i appreciate all of you) hes so underdeveloped.. ill do some work on him soon though, i promise!
#icon by iconsingeneral#ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ » ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵃᶤᵈᵉᶰ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒᵒᶰ#ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ » ᵗʰᵉ ᵇˡᵘᵉ ʰᵘᵐᵃᶰ#holy shiz yall hes not like canon lance at all#ill make him better soon
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» stxrsabove
Blue had been watching him for a long time.
She was a creature of the deep, she had no reason to keep an eye on the creatures of the surface, and yet this one, this K I T T E N had a certain charm that drew her to him. So she had watched, admired the boy’s charming quirks, internally testing him to see if he was worthy of becoming HER kitten.
The lioness didn’t foresee the fear that lingered around him when Lance finally seemed to work up the nerve to approach her. It was apparent he knew he could be rejected – only if we was U N W O R T H Y. She knew he was kind enough to be, but the one thing she had yet to do was speak with him directly, extend her mind to let him hear her voice.
It seemed the time had come. A purr was released, Blue watching him directly this time. He seemed so SMALL, so afraid, and with no reason to be.
She set out to fix that.
‘There is no need to fear me, young one. I can tell you are uncertain, with little reason to be. I won’t hurt you, I assure you.’
Her presence wasn’t merely described as powerful.
Her voice had sent goosebumps down his spine, but for his own pride, he wouldn’t let himself fear her any longer. She was gentle, he realized that much just from the sound of her voice. Her presence wasn’t overwhelming, instead, it was comforting. He found himself drawn to her — despite his not being a paladin. The questions lingered.
( Was he worthy? )
“I,” his voice was so soft — he almost winced. “I’ve watched you for a long time.” On the tip of his tongue, her name. Blue. “I’ve wanted to be your paladin for longer. I.. think you are so beautiful, you are my favorite.” His voice was nothing more than a mutter, he hoped she could hear his words. “I think you can do many good things.” What was he so nervous for? This was no test; no right answer — no wrongs to be done.
He wanted to say many things — but his throat contracted, his mind did not wander. Without thinking, he muttered another gentle phrase. “Thank you.” ( For what did he thank her? ) “For giving me hope.”
#ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅ » ᶤᶰ ᵈᵉˢᵖᵃᶤʳ ʰᵉ ᶤˢ ʰᵒᵖᵉ#ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴜᴇ ʟɪᴏɴ » ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵃᵍᶰᵉᵗᶤᶜ ᵖᵘˡˡ ᵒᶠ ᵐʸ ˡᵒᵛᵉ#ɪɴ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ » ᵗʰᵉ ᵖʳᶤᶰᶜᵉ ᵒᶠ ᶠᵒʳᵍᵒᵗᵗᵒᶰ ᵐᵒᵒᶰˢ#stxrsabove#i screamed the entire time i wrote this
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Keith: so...Lance ....do you have a crush on someone?? [tucks hair behind his ear]
Lance: the only crush i have is crushing anxiety .
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A ella le gusta la gasolina (dame màs gasolina!!) Como le encanta la gasolina (dame màs gasolina!!
#ɪɴ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ » ᵗʰᵉ ᵖʳᶤᶰᶜᵉ ᵒᶠ ᶠᵒʳᵍᵒᵗᵗᵒᶰ ᵐᵒᵒᶰˢ#ᴍᴜsɪɴɢ » ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰᵉᵈ ˡᶤᵇʳᵃʳᶤᵉˢ#im taggng this with ic i Hate this fandom#(jk)
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/ fiNALLY finished this. ‘Alexander Hamilton’ just so happens to fit ‘Shirogane Takashi’ and ‘Gladiator Champion’ syllabically perfectly, so naturally I had to do The Thing… enjoy suffer with me!
How does a pilot, galaxy garrison and world-class guy - idolised - off on a mission to an uncharted spot, a moon of pluto on the edge of our systems’ perimeter, Turn out to be a soldier and a leader?
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#im totally gonna reblog this on kapricious and my main blog#i love this SO MUCH#i got hella goose bumps im screaming#i dont have any tags for this but idc i lovE IT
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bury me with this outfit
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“There is an apparent loneliness I feel when I’m in a group with my closest friends and family: what’s wrong with me?”
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» fire-lion-paladin
Keith stopped in his tracks as he turned to the Altean. He took a deep breath before turning on his heel to face the one who spoke his name.
Lance.
Keith’s stormy eyes softened and his jaw relaxed, “Uhm… yes, Lance?” He asked. Keith was usually very standoffish, but something was different. When his name was called he had been brought out of deep thought. Deep thought about the castle and the Lions as well as many other things that plagued him as of recent.
He hadn’t spoken much to Lance upon arriving at the Castle of Lions but he didn’t dislike or very well like him. It was a more of indifferent relationship. They knew nothing of each other more than names and common attitude.
“Did you need something?” He continued off his last sentence as to give Lance more to speak on. He was never really good with conversation. It came with the territory of being alone for so long.
There were ancient written scrolls of every planet in nearby star clusters in the old library on Altea. ( The one that was now gone, forever. ) It talked about humans’ anatomy and how even if injured in battle, could go on through their lives missing a limb. Many, the book said, could live with wounds through their heads, torso, or unimportant organs. If not shot through the heart or brain, humans could function accordingly.
He remembered that now, of all times.
As he watched Keith, he almost forgot to speak. His throat contracted like a intergalactic snake. Still, he managed to keep calm. Breathing is the most important thing in terms of communicating.
“There you are,” he said, almost wincing at the sound of his own voice. “Yes, actually.” ( What did he want? ) “I request your friendship.”
#ɪɴ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ » ᵗʰᵉ ᵖʳᶤᶰᶜᵉ ᵒᶠ ᶠᵒʳᵍᵒᵗᵗᵒᶰ ᵐᵒᵒᶰˢ#ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅ » ᶤᶰ ᵈᵉˢᵖᵃᶤʳ ʰᵉ ᶤˢ ʰᵒᵖᵉ#ᴋᴇɪᴛʜ » ᵗʰᵉ ʳᶤᵛᵃˡ ᵒᶠ ᵃᶰᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵖˡᵃᶰᵉᵗ#fire-lion-paladin#im glad u liked the starter tho!!<3#<333#i was gonna format#(if i hadnt forgotten like a DINGUS)#but ill only do it lowkey 👀
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Lance did very poorly in terms of diplomacy, his voice was the beginning of a string chorus, every emotion felt was an untimely pluck. He trusted himself to let his guard down and play the other party like a fiddle, making them feel at ease — that was his very best quality. Making friends. And yet he felt himself wanting to learn how to be more like his people, brilliant and quiet and consular. He was never like that. Sometimes he wondered if he was human after all?
With that being said, he was going to befriend these humans, even at the cost of making a fool of himself.
Keith was — well he was weird, to say the least. Quiet and rude and loyal — not just one word described him. He was something strange, for sure. But no matter what, Lance would befriend him. Even in the most minimal of ways.
Gathering his courage he decided nothing else could make the situation worse.
Walking down the halls of the Castleship felt so lonely, he wondered how it felt for the humans aboard the ship — it had never been crowded with people for them. To them, perhaps, it was always like this. No memories flooded their mind when they saw familiar walls. “Keith?”
#ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅ » ᶤᶰ ᵈᵉˢᵖᵃᶤʳ ʰᵉ ᶤˢ ʰᵒᵖᵉ#ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ᴄᴀʟʟ » ᵇᵉʸᵒᶰᵈ ˡᵒᶜᵏᵉᵈ ᶜᵃᵍᵉˢ#ɪɴ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ » ᵗʰᵉ ᵖʳᶤᶰᶜᵉ ᵒᶠ ᶠᵒʳᵍᵒᵗᵗᵒᶰ ᵐᵒᵒᶰˢ#ᴋᴇɪᴛʜ » ᵗʰᵉ ʳᶤᵛᵃˡ ᵒᶠ ᵃᶰᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵖˡᵃᶰᵉᵗ#fire-lion-paladin#i hope this is ok??#if u want me to rewrite lmk
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Lance knew about the lions long before they were created. He was a mere child when their plans sprouted. Satisfied smiles and joyous faces; Lance recalls Black’s creation with fuzzy memory. He was so little and now they’re so very real. He’s wanted to be a paladin since he was very young. He heard his father’s words. ( ‘ If you are worthy, you will be chosen. ’ )
It was electrifying to look at the lions as a late teenager.
The universe might need him ( or his family ) but would the lions accept him? Was he worth it? Was he worth any trouble? His heart sank, his blood turned to ice, terror reigned over him like a cloud. They would reject him, he knew it — he’d be rendered useless.
Fear took control of his voice like thick mucus.
Still, he walked up to the Lion he’s always loved. The ocean queen, the blue lion.
“Hello?”
#ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ᴄᴀʟʟ » ᵇᵉʸᵒᶰᵈ ˡᵒᶜᵏᵉᵈ ᶜᵃᵍᵉˢ#ɪɴ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ » ᵗʰᵉ ᵖʳᶤᶰᶜᵉ ᵒᶠ ᶠᵒʳᵍᵒᵗᵗᵒᶰ ᵐᵒᵒᶰˢ#ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴜᴇ ʟɪᴏɴ » ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵃᵍᶰᵉᵗᶤᶜ ᵖᵘˡˡ ᵒᶠ ᵐʸ ˡᵒᵛᵉ#ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅ » ᶤᶰ ᵈᵉˢᵖᵃᶤʳ ʰᵉ ᶤˢ ʰᵒᵖᵉ#stxrsabove#i hope this is okay!!#if u need me to rewrite lmk
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|♛ oorp: hey y’all, i’ve accidentally stressed myself out a lot so i’m gonna take a short break! my personal discord/tumblr are on my rules where u can contact me at any point! i don’t know when i’ll be back, no set date, but i will be gone a week at max. it’s sunday for me as i post this!
#same for over here too#sorry yall i didnt even get this blog started#my rules are /guidelines#feel free to hmu on discord/tumblr
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