#// HI WINDY HEYYYYY !!!!!!!!!

[bbleague-crispin]

hi! what’s your favorite fruit? :)

-@newhorizonspokemon

hello there!!! i answered this question earlier, but i like haban berries and razz berries !! :DDDD

[softquietsteadylove]

[Mermaid Thena/fishermen Gil AU]

Heyyyyy I just wanted to know if you could do one where thena splits her tail and spends a day with gil on land? I think it would be really cute to see thena trying to understand the humans strange ways! (Gil would find it cute too!🤭)

Btw I love for your thenamesh fanfics <3

Thena jumped as another bolt of lightning split the dark skies outside the window.

"What did you do on days like this before?" Gil asked as he tightened another screw behind her.

"Most don't do a lot of swimming," she shrugged, leaving her seat below the window and joining him on the floor again. "It's like walking on a windy day--not unmanageable, but far from pleasant."

Gil grinned, nudging her ever so slightly with his elbow against hers. "Look at you, talking about going for walks."

Thena smiled at his praise, tucking some hair behind her ear. She watched as he moved to a different screw, bringing the pieces of wood together. "What is this?"

Gil made the final twist of the screwdriver as she picked up the instruction booklet. "The store has fancy names for everything, but really, it's a regular shelf."

"Bookshelf?"

"Exactly," he confirmed, accepting another screw from Thena for the other side. "Although I want it for something other than books."

"What are we going to put on it?" she asked, and Gil got that funny smile on his face again. He got it sometimes when she asked what they were going to have for dinner, or what they were going to watch on the box.

"Well, I was thinking it could kind of," he made a shy kind of expression and shrugged his shoulders, "be yours. So you can put your stuff on it."

"My stuff?" She tilted her head as he stood the frame of it upright, making a wooden box with an open front and back.

"Yeah, like the things I bring you home from work, or just things you would want to keep here and look at."

Thena considered it. There were other shelves in the house, ranging from the shelves in the kitchen that held their food, to the shelves in Gil's office room, although he was moving around the things inside there an awful lot lately.

Some of the shelves in the living room had things Gil had found while fishing--shells and bottles and treasures of that sort. She lifted her hand to touch the necklace safe around her neck.

Gil looked out the window after another roll of thunder boomed outside. "Will Ikaris be worried about you in this weather?"

Thena rolled her eyes; she had not forgotten about her brother and his recent 'visit'. "He'll be fine. Makkari and I would often go current surfing in weather like this."

"That sounds--fuck."

Thena looked over at Gil and the sudden exclamation. She didn't really know what it meant but it only ever came out in times of frustration. "What's wrong?"

He sighed, examining one of the screws he had added. She had seen him use them before, when he had replaced the door hinge (which she had broken accidentally). "It's gone in crooked. I'll have to get it out."

"Hm," Thena mused as she scooched closer on her knees on the rug. Gil attempted to unscrew the thing but it seemed quite solidly driven in.

"Okay," he grumbled, leaning back on his heels as he looked around them. There were a few spare screws, another two shelves to add, and all the packaging spread out around them.

"I can try," she offered, leaning in to see what he had done, and how to undo it.

"It's okay, it's not--Angelfish!"

Thena gripped the screw in her teeth and pulled, dragging the metal right out of the pressed board. She dropped it into her hand and licked her lips with a frown; it tasted awful.

"A-Are you okay?"

She smiled; Gil could be panicky at times, but she knew it came from a very caring place. She held up the screw for him, "here."

He looked between her and the thing in his palm a few times. "Your teeth are pretty strong, huh?"

Thena tilted her head at him to the right, watching as he made another attempt at things. She moved it in the other direction to see what would change in her perspective. "Yours can't do that?"

"Nothing like that," he smiled as he adjusted it more to his liking this time. "Our teeth are pretty strong, but I think I'd chip a tooth if I tried what you just did."

"Hm," she mused as she resumed watching him work. She liked watching him use tools and do small tasks like this. He seemed so focused on them, and it was fascinating to watch his hands utilise the different kinds of tools he had for different things. "Sorry Ikaris drowned your toolbox."

"That's okay, Angelfish." And he meant it, too, because he never seemed to tell lies. He looked at her as he twisted the screwdriver over and over. "Maybe it's time for a new one, anyway."

"Oh?"

"Actually," Gil muttered as he tested the sturdiness of the shelf before reaching for another. "Maybe I'm overdue for a run to the market."

Thena tilted her head at him, hoping he would keep going until he reached his point.

He gave her a wink, which made something in her stomach flip like a salmon in a waterfall, "wanna come with me?"

Thena leaned forward on her hands and knees, getting nice and close to him, "really?"

He nodded, setting down his tool and reaching for her hand. "I think it might be okay if I take you with me. We'll go on a weekday, to the far side of town, you can stretch those legs of yours. What do you think?"

Gil laughed as she threw herself against him, her arms around his shoulders like he did for her often. He was so sturdy he managed not to fall backwards even with all of her weight suddenly leaning on him. He rubbed her back through the soft shirt she was wearing (a hoodie, he called it; it was the comfiest of all of them yet).

She sighed, purring against his arm as the scent of him washed over her. There was plenty of his scent on his hoodie, too, but being close to him was like being over a steam vent, or lying in a sunbeam on an embankment. It made her brain feel foggy and her body feel relaxed.

Gil let her settle in his lap, his legs bending around her with his hand at her shoulder. "Maybe we can find something for your new shelf."

"I have to add the things I already have." She was referring to the little trinkets Gil had brought her already, from a marble to a uniquely coloured shard of seaglass, to a toy he got from buying lunch one day.

"There'll be plenty of room," he promised, sitting back and admiring their - his - work. "Hungry?"

She nodded.

"I'll put on some lunch. Do you want a snack?"

"Yes please," she smiled, although him cooking did mean she couldn't sit in his lap anymore (unfortunate). "Sardines?"

"Comin' right up!"

[what-if-nct]

HEYYYYY I THINK I TOLD YOU RECENTLY ABOUT HOW IM GOING TO THE MUSEUM WITH A FRIEND THAT I HAVE FEELINGS FOR AND I DIDNT KNOW IF IT WAS JUST AN OUTING OR A DATE. I STILL DONT KNOW BUT WE WENT OUT TODAY!!! I arrived there a bit early which is good for me because it gives me time to panic beforehand and I also realised the Christmas markets were right next to the museum. The museum was quite nice but not particularly interesting but I was talking a lotttt. I tend to be quite quiet actually but when I’m alone with them I’m constantly talking so I hope they are okay with that. My mercury is in their first house tho and my mercury has conjunctions and trines with lots of their placements. Their sun also conjuncts my moon which is cute. We got matching animal thingys at the museum gift shop. But afterwards, we go to the Christmas markets and it was raining a lot so we both had our big coats on and was sharing an umbrella. Ik that isn’t particularly significant but I liked that I got to be closer to them for a bit under the umbrella. But the umbrella kept breaking and going the wrong way because it was also extremely windy. I think it’s really cute when there’s games at an arcade or fair and one person wins a toy/plushie for the other so I kinda hinted at doing that but they didn’t win :/. I chose to do hook a duck so it was quite easy for me and so I got a hedgehog but I didn’t give it to them. It can be our child tho that I look after. We played darts but I failed miserably and they did alright but didn’t get enough points for a toy jellyfish. Then we searched for churros and were walking around everywhere and it was one of the last stalls where we got them. We were planning on surprising our friend who works in a shop but idk if we came at the right time or not. We waited there and started looking very silly just standing there and so we gave up. We went to different shops and looked around but didn’t buy much stuff. I did buy presents though for the person I have for secret Santa. After shopping we went back to the bus stop and hugging before they got on the bus. As there were a lot of people getting on the bus, it stayed there for ages so they waved a few times whilst i was waiting for my bus. I enjoyed it and they seemed too as well. Later on though some of us were talking on a gc about celebrity crushes. The person I like is the type to just read the stuff on the gc but not say anything really unless directly spoken to and so they were reading all of what we were saying. I put some pictures of Hyde of L’Arc en Ciel on there and pointed out how I loved his hair in one of the pictures. Another friend pointed out of the pictures and said “DAMN ITS GIVING SOMEONE” and it made me realise how he low-key looks like my friend I like in the picture especially with his hairstyle and yeah. I still don’t really know if it was a date or not (pretty sure it was just an outing but I’d like to be believe it was a date) but going to the museum and Christmas market as some of my favourite date ideas so yeah.

Im so happy you had a wonderful time. And it sounds like you had a really great time and I think either a date or just an outing at least you got to hang out with someone you like and go to know them better. I hope you get to spend more time with them and if not have a relationship at least build a really strong friendship.

[dearly-beeloved]

Clock-blocked (Not Really)

Heyyyyy, here’s that really self-indulgent Heart of Light fic!

Another wind swept down State Street, and Bee pulled her scarf a little tighter around her neck, coughed as she pulled it too tight, then loosened it.

“You warm enough?” Cloud asked, slipping his hand into hers, before she could curl it around the paper cup again.

She took another sip of the chai in the cup and nodded. “Yeah, I’m good. Well, at least when the wind’s not blowing.”

“They call it the Windy City for a reason, huh?” He chuckled.

“Well, I mean. The name is actually because of politicians being blowhards and stuff.”

“Oh.”

“It’s a dumb reason,” she said, squeezing his hand. “I think it should be for actual weather conditions, too. But then Chicago would be the ‘Lake Effect Snow’ City, or the ‘One of our seasons is construction’ city. Or—”

“Bee, I get it.” He laughed again.

“Okay. So how are you doing?”

Cloud sniffled. Bee giggled and poked at the tops of his cheeks, pink from the cold air. “I’m fine.” He craned his neck, the bottom half of his face leaving its warm cocoon of light green scarf, to look up at the buildings.

“So you said this building...” “Is better after Thanksgiving, when they do the windows for Christmas. Or at least, it used to be, back when it was like, scenes from books and stuff. They did Yes, Virginia one year, an original work sort of thing another. But now it’s like… a theme that’s more about advertising. A lot of times, it’s whatever the theme is for the ornaments on the—oh, The Chestnut Room inside has a really fancy tree, too.”

Cloud nodded thoughtfully. “But we haven’t even gotten past Halloween yet.”

Bee stuck her tongue out, making a little raspberry noise. “Well, no. But I wanted to show you the street art in other places, and then, you know… doesn’t hurt to look at window displays here.”

“You don’t even like Macy’s.”

“Well, this one feels way too fancy, since it’s downtown. It feels like a real department store, you know? The old-timey ones.”

Cloud rolled his eyes, but smiled at her. “Yeah.”

“Plus, I almost passed out here once on Christmas Eve, so. Bad memories. Oh, but there is one thing I like about this one! C’mon, let’s go inside before your cheeks get any redder.”

He let her pull him indoors and to the escalator. He got ready to step on, reaching for her to help her take a cautious step on the step above his.

“So why are you so wary of escalators?” he asked casually.

“I mean, I’m not like, scared or anything,” she replied, “but I tripped on one and it put the fear of God in me,” she giggled, “and my brother got his shoe caught in one once. But funnily, I’m not worried about up escalators at all, even though that was the kind my brother got caught in.”

Cloud suppressed the laugh that threatened to bubble out of him as he stepped onto still ground again. “Okay, what do you want to show me?”

“Well, this fountain, first off!” Bee called, just below a shout.

He joined her at its edge, looking down into the coin-filled water. “What’s special about it?” She looked down. “I guess nothing? I dunno. It’s pretty.”

He shrugged. “It is. You’re allowed to like it just because.”

“Then that’s why!” She chirped. “Anyway, the other thing is the little candy department down here, she said, leading him into the brightly-lit room.

They went back out into the cold air with a bag on Bee’s arm filled with samples of everything the two of them had found to be interesting and worth trying, and a few old favorites of theirs.

They were heading for the Orange line stop, but Bee was still chattering about Macy’s as they walked.

“And of course, this place used to be a Marshall Field’s, and that’s why people like it so much. I forget when Macy’s bought it, but it’s so… big city, you know?”

“No,” Cloud said honestly.

“Well, I dunno, Macy’s is a New York company to me. To themselves, too.” She giggled. “They do the whole Thanksgiving shebang and yeah. Macy’s is a NYC thing, and Marshall Field’s was a Chicago thing. It was a place we were famous for. And in fact, even during the changeover, Macy’s kept—” she pointed up, and Cloud looked— “the clock. The famous Marshall Fields clock. You know, when I was younger, I thought it would be romantic to be kissed under the clock.”

Cloud just blink as he let all that information sink in, and focused on that last part, a little smile blossoming on his lips. But he shooed it away before he turned to her, taking her cup from her hands.

“Geez. Finish your tea,” he said softly. She did, upending the cup and making a face as the grit of the spices fell across her tongue. She swallowed.

“There. Happy now?”

“Whenever I’m around you,” he replied, almost under his breath. He took the cup again and put it in his pocket. Then he scooped Bee closer and kissed her.

She tensed for a second, but quickly relaxed into it, into him. But still, after a second, she made the little noise that he’d learned meant “let me go.” So he pulled away with a little wet smack, and peppered her cheeks with kisses while she tried to get out a sentence.

“Cloud-- you’re-- gonna catch-- my cold!” The last part was sharper because he’d kissed her jaw, under her scarf.

“Angel, we share a bed. If I was gonna get it, I already would have.”

“That’s f—reasonable.” She hooked her freezing fingers under Cloud’s scarf and pulled him to her again. Her tea cup fell from his pocket when he wrapped his arms around Bee again, and he was pretty sure he’d spilled at least a couple drops of his coffee down the backs of her legs. But he could pick up the litter, and he was sure she’d say the chill on her calves was worth it.

So they stayed like that until it felt like they were going to get in trouble, then Cloud pulled away again. “Fantasy satisfied?”

“Don’t say it like that!” Bee hissed, laughing as she bent to pick up the fallen cup. “Yes, though, Now, come on, this El stop is freezing, so I don’t want to spend a whole lot of time up there, and if we miss the orange line...”

“I’ll keep you warm,” he reassured her. “Any way I can.”

She devolved into a fit of blush-y giggles, and dragged him down the street. “I’m holding you to that.”

[flooofer]

My Usual Day in Quarantine

8:30 am, I wake up in my bed clinging to a pillow, I felt the sun brushing my eyelids from the window. It is a bright sunny morning, not to mention windy too as the wind dashes into the room. I slid into my slippers, walked to the kitchen where my mother is, cooking breakfast for the both of us. I greet her good morning and she greets me back with her smile as bright as a thousand suns.

9:10 am me and mom both eat breakfast as we talk about anything that we felt was relevant to talk about as of the moment, such as the pleasant weather and how pretty the outside world looked from the window.

9:50 am, my mom leaves for work, I kissed her cheeks and hugged her before she left. I went back to my room, laid down, and turned on the tv. My phone pings, an internet friend messages me, "Morning!!!" including a bunch of heart emojis at the end, it was Kookie, I proceeded to have a conversation with her.

11:30 am, the weather starting to affect me, my body heated up and sweat, I am a pancake being fried in oil. I ended my chat with Kookie saying "hey, the heat is starting to kill me, AHAHAHAH GTG take a bath, TTYL!!" and she responds with "ok, don't slip and die LOL JK ok TTYL." that is her usual response whenever I had to go take a bath, nonetheless it still makes me crack up.

12:10 pm, I got out of the bathroom, felt like both of my body and mind had a refresh. My dad comes home with his things from work.

12:30 pm, cooked me lunch, scrambled eggs, and hotdogs, thereafter I go to my room with my lunch. I enjoy my meal while watching YouTube videos on the tv. My aunt comes back home for work and she gives me snacks she bought on her way home.

2:00 pm, I force myself to get up from bed to do the chores my mom told me to do, I started with sweeping the floor then eventually washing the dishes while also listening to music so it'll get me enthusiastic about what I'm doing.

3:00 pm, I finished my chores, and it was finally my favorite time of the day, my drawing time! I am as excited as a kid hearing his favorite ice cream truck passing by. I plugged in my computer, and turned it on, then grabbed the digital tablet and its pen. I began drawing with music playing in the background from an opened YouTube tab.

5:00 pm, my dad leaves to fetch my mom from work, I take a short break from drawing to make myself sweet milk tea, it's so tasty that I nearly forgot my name, the taste continued to dance in my tongue.

6:30 pm, Finally I finished the artwork, I stretched to induce the pain in my back and my neck from drawing for a long period. I pass the artwork to my phone so I can upload it on Instagram later, I turn off the computer and stood up from the chair to sit down on the living room sofa. My parents come home, and I greet them a "welcome back home!", I also ask them for a 'bless', I help them carry their things to put them on the chair. My parents would then go to the kitchen to prepare dinner, I go to my room to rest after a productive long day.

7:00 pm, my mother calls me when the food is finally ready, I and my aunt hurriedly walk to the dinner table because of our hunger. I lead a prayer before we began to dig into our meals.

7:15 pm, I’m finished eating dinner, I go back to my room so I could relax and lay down. My phone pings, once again it's Kookie, "Heyyyyy" she then proceeds to ask, "how are you?" and we both start to talk about how our day was and frequently joke around about other things.

9:00 pm, I post my artwork on my Instagram and Facebook, then continued laying down, watching tv, while still holding a conversation with my online friend.

10:30 pm, I get up to brush my teeth in front of the sink, that is all I do before my bedtime, I don't wash my face since I'm a lazy whale. I go to my parents’ room to tell them good night since they'll be sleeping earlier than I am.

11:00 pm, I start to get sleepy and let out a yawn, I place a pillow beside me, another one under my legs and wrapped myself in a blanket, this sort of atmosphere makes me feel soft, comfy, and of course even sleepier than I already was. I message my online friend, telling me I'm about to sleep, we both greet each other our goodnights, sweet dreams, and all that sweet corny stuff you tell your friends when you're going to sleep. I stare at the ceiling and wonder what I should do the next day, I want my remaining days to be fun, I want to not regret any of my time when school starts, as they say, "time is gold" I wouldn't want to waste my time. I pray to God before I sleep, I thank him for the day I had and hope that tomorrow would be as good or better, with that done, I end my day and fall into slumber.

[echodrops]

Home and a Half Bios: Dulsara

Oh heyyyyy, look, actual bios for the kiddies at last...

There shouldn’t be any spoilers in Dulsara’s bio.

Read mores don’t work well on mobile, I’m so sorry.

Name: Dulsara Kes Afaash

Age: 16 (Galra years)/12 (Earth years)

Birthday: 32nd of Zkeff, E11290 (Galra cal.)/April 9th (Earth cal.) – The Galra calendar has nine months ranging from 37 to 40 quintants each. In total, it is approximately three Earth months shorter than the Earth year, so Dulsara’s birthday would technically be celebrated on a different day each year on Earth’s calendar.

Height: 134.4 ri/48 inches

Weight: 25 vit/120 lbs – Galra muscle and bone is very dense, putting their average weights comparatively far above humans of similar heights and builds.

Species: Half Galra, half Yulsharaji. (Although it is likely that her mother’s family line also had additional mixed blood in prior generations, legacies in the empire follow only Galra family members, and thus hybridizations are often conveniently forgotten or even entirely omitted from bloodline records, making them very hard to track. Functionally, all Galra who can “pass” for full-blooded in appearance are treated as if they are indeed full-blooded—to their faces, at least.)

Family Story: Her mother, Ulzrani Vekshar Afaash, was chief lieutenant of the Galra base on the outer-rim planet of Pishkos, destroyed by the paladins of Voltron in E11306. Although Ulzrani graduated among the top of her class from the Imperial Military Academy, she shocked High Command by refusing appointment at central headquarters and instead requesting a position at the outer reaches of the empire. Hushed rumors suggest the rising military star had crossed words with Zarkon’s infamous witch and was fleeing to the outer-reaches of the empire to avoid Druid retaliation.

At this out-of-the-way placement, Ulzrani came into contact with Yulsharaji traders, “encouraged” by the empire to supply outskirts Galra bases far from normal trading routes. Though very different in appearance (toeing the line of “monstrous” to most civilized Galra views) and distinctly alien from Galra in behavior, the Yulsharaji are a highly advanced race who communicate entirely by telepathy and who make extremely successful merchants because of their innate ability to detect lies and omissions. Although Ulzrani greatly admired this capability in Dulsara’s father, their brief tryst was born as much from Ulzrani’s rebellious sense of humor as any actual attraction—there was no lasting romantic commitment between the two, and they parted on good terms but with no expectation of ever seeing each other again. Dulsara does not know her father’s name or have any interest in making contact with him—for Galra, a parent who is alive but not present may as well not exist. Nevertheless, Ulzrani did pass on one token of Dulsara’s Yulsharaji heritage: the name Dulsara itself, which is the Yulsharaji word for a warm breeze at dusk.

Although unrelated by blood, Lance Corporal Yedgi Kir Ne Ven played a significant role in Dulsara’s upbringing as her dedicated caretaker and teacher. Virtually opposite Ulzrani in every way, Yedgi worked tirelessly to instill even a modicum of restraint in Dulsara, who was an unruly, mischievous child with a hot temper and a stubborn streak wide as her mother’s. Yedgi was a positive, calm, and reassuring presence in Dulsara’s life, and his death impacted Dulsara—and her ability to process grief and turmoil—as badly as the loss of her actual mother.

Appearance: Dulsara, like the other two Galra children, is remarkably short of stature despite the fact that neither her mother nor father was under six feet tall. Her decreased size comparable to other Galra stems from a lack of food designed with the nutritional needs of young Galra in mind, differences in Pishkos’ atmospheric contents and pressure, and limited access to the medical care prescribed to normal Galra children. Despite her decreased height, as a result of her constant participation in their base’s combat training protocols, Dulsara is very strong for her age.

Like her mother, Dulsara’s fur is a particularly dark shade of purple, especially near her hands, feet, and the edges of her face, and like her father’s people, Dulsara’s hair grows very quickly. She has to work twice as hard as the other children to keep her appearance in order. Unlike most Galra, she requires regular haircuts, and her mane forms unmanageable wavy curls if left to its own devices too long. Although her general form resembles her Galra mother, her facial structure was clearly influenced by her father’s genes: her eyes are noticeably larger and more round than other young Galra, with lower cheekbones and a smaller mouth and nose. Dulsara’s ears were inherited almost directly from her father—slender, long, and thin, her bat-like ears flick and shiver constantly, an unfortunately unstoppable trait of which she is particularly self-conscious.

Strengths/Skills:  Taught self-sufficiency by her mother from an early age, Dulsara is clever and highly skilled at problem-solving. She can easily assess situations and determine a course of action on the spot. Although she has a suspicious nature, Dulsara is bold and unafraid of conflict. She approaches each task with her full intensity and cannot tolerate those she perceives as noncommittal or lazy. Her attention span and perseverance are virtually limitless—once she sets her mind to something, she will pursue it to the bitter end, stubbornly clinging to her beliefs despite all evidence to the contrary. Perhaps in an effort to differentiate herself from her mother, Dulsara is a traditionalist, with a strong pride for time-honored Galra culture and customs. Though she lacks Niresh’s engineering upbringing, Dulsara is very resourceful, and has MacGyver’d her way out of many a sticky situation with unlikely objects and pure gumption alone.

Dulsara is not currently conscious of this, but she has also inherited her father’s ability to detect falsehoods. Eventually she will make the connection between her occasional “bad feelings” and others’ attempts to lie, a useful skill that will one day serve her well. Although she will never be capable of her father’s telepathy, Dulsara is highly sensitive to the emotions of others—doesn’t mean she necessarily respects their feelings though.

Weaknesses: Dulsara is fiercely stubborn and extremely petulant. Her capacity for bearing grudges is astronomical, and though her quick temper is also fairly quick to cool, Dulsara never forgets even a single slight. Although she’s a born problem-solver, she never took well to Yedgi’s lessons on teamwork and humility, resulting in plans that often advance her own position at the expense of others she didn’t intend to hurt. Relatively close-minded, she is much slower to adapt to new customs than the other two Galra children. She is particularly prone to rushing in without reflecting, believing her way of doing things is superior to anyone else’s. Dulsara is extremely competitive, particularly around Niresh, whom she thinks of as both a friend and rival. Significantly more boisterous than the other children, Dulsara struggles to find outlets for her drive, and may become aggressive when denied healthy opportunities to release pent up feelings and energy. Because she is subconsciously aware of minute changes in others’ emotions, frustration, anxiety, and excess energy from others can easily provoke Dulsara into lashing out, a situation which is mitigated by the presence of at least one calm individual at all times. Prior to his death, Yedgi fulfilled this role for her.

Although she likes to believe she is already an adult, Dulsara is still a very young girl who lived all her life in the middle of nowhere, sheltered from the realities of the war-torn universe. She is naïve and unwilling to accept things that differ from her idealized picture of the Galra. Try as she might to pass herself off as military-hardened and ferocious, prior to the paladins’ attack on their base, Dulsara had never seen anyone die nor taken part in any real combat. In part because of her strong need to hide signs of vulnerability, Dulsara refuses to ask for help even when she desperately needs it.

Favorites:

- Food: Life on the base included severely limited food options—namely, the Galra equivalent of food goo—so Dulsara is somewhat sensitive to new textures and flavors. With Team Voltron, she’s developed a quick fondness for savory foods, particularly stews, soups, and noodle dishes. Hunk’s space lasagna beats everything, though Dulsara will never admit it.

- Color: Hot pink

- Smell: Clean smells, like uniforms straight from the cycler and bright, windy mornings. Dulsara hates for anything she owns or anywhere she lives to be dirty.

- Animal: Zizwi’lain, a type of delicate, pure white bird similar in shape to a crane or egret, native to Miune. Dulsara’s mother showed Dulsara recordings of these birds from her own cadet years, and would often hum her the notes of their lovely song as a lullaby.  

- Voltron Lion: The Red Lion, hands down. Dulsara is respectful of all of the lions, as all traditionalist Galra are, but her temperamental, fiery personality makes her feel a keen sense of kinship with Red, feelings that Keith understands very well.

- Pastime: Although she has tons of excess energy to burn off through hard training, Dulsara’s favorite hobby is actually reading. Somewhat uncommon among Galra, she prefers fiction to nonfiction, and will voraciously devour fantasy books about mythical beasts, space pirates, princesses, other universes, and magic. Stories that end with happily ever after are her favorite, and she has a secret but unshakeable fondness for books about true love.

- Place in the Castle of Lions: A hidden alcove above one of the primary observation decks near the bridge. With a little bit of wall running and effort, she can reach the gap near the ceiling and tuck herself away from view, giving her excellent opportunity to spy on the comings and goings below—and a safe spot away from Xerci and even Niresh’s pestering.

Dislikes: - Being dirty or having anyone clutter her personal space or belongings

- All of Team Voltron (except Hunk, mostly because he’s terrified of her and she finds that amusing)

- Alteans as a concept, although she secretly admires Allura’s commanding presence, which reminds her a little of her mother

- Being woken up before she planned to wake up, especially from a nap

- Being bossed around by those whose authority she does not respect

- Small animals, especially things resembling mice, snakes, or bugs

- Bright lights and loud noises

- People who slack off

- Green vegetables

Weirdest trait: Dulsara’s hearing is so sensitive she can actually hear the sounds of people’s hearts inside their chests. Oftentimes she’ll count along to others’ heartbeats, either to calm herself down or just out of boredom. If her heartrate is out of sync with others’, as it often is with Team Voltron, Dulsara will sometimes hold her breath or run around a bit to try and get hers to match—behavior she’s never bothered to explain to the team.  

Just for fun: - Hogwarts House: Gryffindor. The type of absolutely obnoxious, self-righteous Gryffindor that nobody but other Gryffindors actually likes.  

- DnD class: Eldritch Knight

- Favorite Disney movie: Mulan, obviously.

- Earth Horoscope/Chinese Zodiac signs: Aries, Fire Dragon

- Lucky number: 17

- Best Earth school subject: Theatre Arts

- Earth Spirit Animal: Siberian Tiger

- MBTI personality type: ESTJ – The Executive

- A vice and a virtue: Pride and Diligence

- K-pop Image Song: Decalcomanie – Mamamoo (more for the sound than the lyrics)

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Little Sister

Idk here’s another fic guys lol bc 301 followers!!! I have the same amount of followers as the default number of views on YouTube!!!! Wowie.

Zoe sees Connor high and wonders if it helps him, and could help her. Or Zoe get high with Connor

Warnings: swearing, drug use, verbal abuse, shitty writing about being high and blunts in general bc I’m a goody goody™ 
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“I’ll fucking end your fucking life, Zoe, don’t you fucking test me!” Connor yelled through his door, which he had slammed just seconds before. His sister, the victim of his verbal attacks, slammed her door as well, sitting on her bed to practice her guitar for the jazz band concert next week. Connor ran his fingers through his messy, dark curls, deciding he couldn’t deal with this bullshit anymore. He flopped to the ground, looking through the bottom drawer of his bedside table, retrieving the small tin box he was looking for. He pulled it out, feeling better already.

He wanted to quit, but whenever his family treated him like shit or he got angry he had to calm down, and this was the only way he found that worked. He recalls the other methods he’s tried and how they all ended up with law enforcement bringing him back to their front door at ungodly hours as he unlocks the box and grabs a lighter and already rolled blunt. Needless to say, he sticks to getting high in his bedroom, or sometimes climbing out the window to the roof. Pinching the unlit end of the blunt, he brought it to his pale lips, feeling his anger and stress float away with the smoke he exhaled. He sighed happily, already feeling much better and forgetting about what it was that Zoe had done to piss him off this time. He’d already finished one entire blunt and was as high as a kite. Not being able to control his thoughts, and not knowing it was nearing one in the morning, he opened the window. He swore as he struggled to climb out the window.

“Connor? It’s like 1 A.M., what the fuck are you doing?” He heard Zoe ask from her now opened window, her voice croaking from having just been woken up by the sound of her lanky brother stumbling on the roof.

“Nothing. Just needed to get out of the fucking house,” Connor replied, his words mixing together slightly, and would’ve sounded much more rude if he wasn’t giggling so much.

Zoe sat up and turned her bedside light on, wincing as her eyes adjusted to the light, “Are you high right now?”

“No I’m Connor,” he giggled back. Zoe sighed, getting up to find a hoodie and shoes, throwing on a pair of flip flops.

“I’m coming out there, you need a babysitter when you’re high, there’s no telling what trouble you’ll get into.” Zoe said as she put the hoodie on and pulled her hair up into a high, loose ponytail.

"I don’t need a babysitter I’ll be fucking fine!” Connor said, a little too loud. Zoe winced at his volume slightly.

“Shhh, what if mom and dad hear you?” Zoe tried shushing Connor.

“They’re fast asleep, and too bitchy to hear me anyway,” Connor grumbled, giggling a bit slightly. Zoe had seen Connor high on a few occasions, the first time being the weirdest for her. She’d never seen Connor so giggly . Sure, she’d seen him giggle and laugh before, when they were kids of course. Usually he never showed a positive emotion, and he definitely never giggled. 
Zoe pulled the latch on her window and unlocked it and, as quietly as she could, climbed up onto the roof. It was chilly and windy tonight, and she could hear the faint sound of Nirvana being played too loud in the earbuds that hung out the neck of Connors shirt. Connor was a pretty big Nirvana fan, but high Connor was the biggest Nirvana fan. She settled a fair distance away from him slowly, seeing that he was wearing black sweatpants and a grey T-Shirt. Connor turned his head, seeing Zoe get comfortable on the hard rooftop, noticing how she still kept her distance away from him.

“Heyyyyy, Zoooooooo, nice of you to join meeee,” Connor giggled out. Zoe held back a giggle, trying to not encourage Connor.

“Hey, Connor.”

“Hey, Zoe,” Connor said, mocking Evan by putting on a grumpy expression, “Why’re you so fucking serious, Zo, just chill out.” He giggled again, laying back and resting his arms under his head.

Zoe rolled her eyes but smirked a bit, looking back at her brother. She reached into his window and grabbed the water bottle on Connors bedside table under it, “Here, sober up.”

“Nah, fuck that, I’d rather stay fucking lit,” Connor swatted the bottle away from Zoe’s hands, managing to get it to fly right back into his room and bounce on the floor, “besides, I’m like totally ninety percent sure that that water bottle is just straight vodka,” Connor giggled again. Zoe sighed, giving up and deciding she better just sit and watch to make sure Connor didn’t hurt himself. She sat on the roof, a little closer to Connor now, but neither noticed it, cross legged, deciding Connor was too high to bother listening to her no matter how hard she tried to get him to sober up. She stared thoughtfully at her brother, as he attempted to put his hair into a messy bun, and wondered what he felt like high. She knew that he obviously had less control of his thoughts and actions, but she was curious as to how freeing and calming it really felt. Did it really help Connor deal with his anger problems and facing their family? 
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It had been an hour and Connor was still wide awake, and decided he wasn’t as high as he was. He got off the roof and climbed back in his window to roll another blunt, Zoe following him in and watching him carefully as he did so.

<I> Maybe it does help him feel better, </I> Zoe thought as she fiddled with the hem of her hoodie, before speaking up.

“Does it actually help? Like does it really calm you down?” Zoe pointed hesitantly at the blunt. Connor looked up, seeming slightly nervous now. He had never really talked about why he smoked, and how it calmed him down and how he thought it actually helped.

“Yeah, I think so,” He answered, seeming serious for the first time all night. Zoe nodded in reply.

“How?“ Zoe asked

“Well, I smoke it, and the bad shit goes away,” Connor said sarcastically, and went back to grab the tin box and set it on his bed, taking out the weed and things he needed to make the blunt, Zoe watching each step quizzically. “Do you wanna try to smoke it?” Connor asked hesitantly, not really sure how he felt about his little sister smoking, but noticing how she stared at his motions. "Sure, why not,” Zoe shrugged, fiddling with the hem of her hoodie again as she thought again about how it might feel.

“Okay, do this,” Connor showed Zoe how to light the blunt, Zoe following his directions, “Now put it to your lips and inhale slowly, and exhale.” Zoe did so, exhaling and feeling stress and anxiety she didn’t know she held being lifted away. She sighed as she exhaled, feeling surprisingly calm. She He liked it, not enough that he would do this often, but enough that she thought about enjoying getting high when she needed it. They both felt calm and happy without having to worry about anything.

Connor looked at his sister as she took another hit, Zoe not noticing that Connor didn’t light and wasn’t smoking his own blunt. He had sobered up slightly and was watching his little sister carefully. Connor didn’t want to risk him getting high and Zoe hurting herself while high because Connor couldn’t protect her.

After a while the blunt was gone, the room was considerably more smoky, and Zoe’s eyes were very red and bloodshot. Connor watched his sisters movements, taking note of how he fiddled with the string of his hoodie, but not in a nervous way. She fiddled with them happily and playfully as she hummed along to the song playing, Connor chuckling because he knew for a fact Zoe had no idea what song it was. Connor laid back on the bed, after he put the tin back in his drawer, and thought about how Zoe probably had her own issues too. He felt protective of her in the moment, as he thought about how this feeling of absolute calmness might be new to her. She was probably the calmest person while high that Connor had ever seen. Zoe wasn’t as giggly or funny as Connor was when he was high, although Connor noticed she was definitely more sleepy. Zoe was more quiet and thoughtful it seemed. Connor froze as she yawned and laid down on the bed, curling up next to him. He looked at his sister, seeing how frail and small she looked right now. He smiled, kissing her messy hair protectively and mumbling an ‘I love you, Zo’ before turning to shut the light off.