#Blue Planet Alliance

[vln-vibes]

Bright Hope, Mighty Will

The Green Lantern Corps have lost many members over its years— a risk that came with maintaining the peace as told by the Guardians. Most of the rings reassigned to a new member of its given sector but on occasion there would come those that were so attached to its wielder that they would not accept another unless they resonated with their predecessors ideals.

It’s one such ring that had been on Oa with no new lantern to wield it. Or it had been.

The Blue Lanterns were still a growing group with whom the Corps had a close alliance thanks to their symbiotic relationship; after all a Blue power ring was at its highest potential when near a Green power ring and vice versa. So why not look for users together?

The rings were set off as a pair in an attempt to create a powerful Union and birthing the most powerful duo either Corps had ever seen.

Meanwhile in Sector 2814, on the third planet from its star— Earth, a small family from the Midwest were camping out in the woods after their youngest begged to see the shooting stars where they’d be the most visible. The oldest child explained to their parents that it was a good way to channel the younger’s passion for space and science much like their own. Everything had been well until the elder duo’s sensors brought up a strange signature from deeper in the wood— Ecto-entities or ghosts as they’d called them. Before being able to drag the children with them the youngest stood his ground and refused to be taken away from his stars, the elder assured that she could take care of her younger brother and that they’d be fine alone (they were alone even when in the same house more often than not)

The sun had since set, the telescope set up, blanket had been laid with snacks for them to consume as they sat in wait with jackets to help with the night chill. The duo sat near the campfire as the younger's anticipation grew but the thought of their parent's absences did as well. They'd been left home alone before but they were only 8 and 10 years old, in the middle of the wilderness with no way to guide them back home or even find where their parent's ghost hunting led them.

"Don't worry little brother, I'm sure mom and dad will be back soon"

"Ye-yeah! Besides mom knows how to kick butt, they'll be fine"

"Look!"

The duo took their gazes to the skies as the twinkling night was accompanied by steaks of white dashing by. The older grabbed her slightly old model camera and took photos of the unsuspecting boy's awe filled gaze before he could complain. He stuck his tongue out at her before turning to his telescope, doing his best to follow the streaks in the sky until no longer visible to him. The girl just took to taking some more photos to show their parents once they'd returned. It'd go on for a while like that, the stars as their only witnesses as they joked around.

"Hey that one's green! And that one's blue!"

She lifted her head from looking at her camera's saved photos to find the twin streaks flying together, a quick click of her camera to save such a strange occasion. She wasn't an astronomy expert but she didn't think shooting stars came in those colors. Taking her gaze off of the small screen and looking back up she noted the bigger size.

"Are they getting closer?"

"Maybe they'll land near here. How cool would it be to see them up close?!"

It was as though those words triggered something as the two stars seemingly stopped flying and began their rapid descent. Straight for them.

"They're headed right for us!"

"Run!"

The duo quickly picked up their discarded flashlights and began running away from the clearing their parents had chosen. No matter how fast or further away they got the stars still trailed towards them. The numerous twists and turns never deterring the streaks of light, even as the elder held the younger's hand in an iron grip to prevent them from losing each other or as the younger turned them around and took haphazard turns in an effort to get them away.

"Everything's gonna be alright!"

She panted as they approached another clearing, no idea where their own was but still looking and seeing the stars much closer to them, the lights were blinding. She felt her body get pushed aside and the roll of cold grass on her back, hair getting tangled with small twigs and a familiar but smaller body land on top of hers.

"Look out!"

They closed their eyes and braced for impact feeling a sudden breeze and a slight shake but nothing else. Until they heard different voices echo. Looking gazes and noticing the glowing eyes the other had they sat up--- only to be met by glowing, floating ----rings?

[Sentience located]

[Daniel James Fenton of Earth, you have been chosen]

[Jasmine Dahlia Fenton of Earth, you have been chosen]

[You have the ability to Overcome great fear]

[You have the ability to instill great Hope]

[Welcome to the Green Lantern Corps]

[Welcome to the Blue Lantern Corps]

A bright flash of blue and green surrounded the duo, hands still clasped and feeling a tug on their unoccupied hands, the warmth traveling on their bodies before disappearing altogether.

"Jazz what are you wearing?"

"What am I wearing!? What are you wearing Danny? Is that your old astronaut costume?"

Jazz noted the blue ring on top of her opera gloved right hand, also clenching the handle of a blue lit lantern? She could feel her knee length puffy blue dress move with the night breeze but didn't feel cold. White boots with blue bottoms kicked a pebble to the side, hearing it hit the nearby lake. Given the full moon she took a gaze at her reflection, finding her usual teal ribbon replaced by a giant blue bow at the back of her head and her eyes glowing a brilliant blue.

Danny was busy looking at his green suit, looking much like the costume he wore in a near daily basis when he was five until he started school. His own white gloves had puffier cuffs which reminded him of the astronaut costumes he and Tucker had looked at online for Halloween the year before, green ring also on his right, shaking the green weird lamp in the process. He pulled at the black suspenders before joining Jazz at the lake. His raven locks now had a single green streak near his bangs and icy blues now a vivid green.

"Cool"

Jazz was panicking, wondering what this could mean; what was a Blue Lantern anyway? Why did it choose her? And why was Danny green?

"Whoa!" Her glowing eyes turned to Danny but couldn't find him, hearing the sudden clatter of something falling on the floor and seeing the lantern rolling on its side, had he fallen in the water?!

"Danny!"

"Up here!" her eyes widened as he little brother flew above her, laughing as he looped around in the air, "C'mon Jazz!"

"How did you do that?" her eyes never leaving the faintly green glowing boy, "Can I do that?"

[You can. Just have Hope]

Trusting the voice in her head she reassured herself that they would be fine before feeling the ground disappear from under her feet and got closer to Danny, dropping her own lantern next to Danny's. She felt her surprise turn into a smile before doing a cartwheel in the air and the giggles escape from her.

Neither took track of time as they flew above the clearing before Danny had the idea to race above the lake, streak of blue and green reflected on its surface as it rippled from their speed. It wasn't until they flew back to the clearing that they remembered--- they had no idea where they ran off to. There hadn't been a lake where they'd set up camp.

"Mo-mom and dad will find us Danny! We'll be okay" They had to be okay, they would be fine. The idea of flying above the trees to look for their clearing was tempting but she had no idea how long it would take; did these things run on batteries? Would the power run out soon? Can they even take off these outfits? It'd be weird to be stuck like this for forever. If mom and dad find them what will they think of the glowing? It reminded her a bit too much of how the ectoplasm in the basement glowed whenever she or Danny were dragged downstairs and the substance covered near all the surfaces (that's when they'd know dad was making them clean up)

Whilst Jazz marinated in her thoughts and worries Danny couldn't help but think if there was a way to ask for help, though even if they had phones he doubted they'd even have service or know how to guide help towards them.

[Activating Emergency Beacon for Sector 2814]

"Huh? Emergency beacon?"

"What was that Danny?" Jazz snapped out of her thoughts as she heard his confusion, noting the slight pulsing now coming from his ring.

"I-I think my ring asked for help?"

"...Let's hope that's a good thing "

The brother-sister duo took to sitting by the lake once more, still viewing the stars above and keeping an ear out for any sign of their parents--- they were never quiet for too long. Especially when 'ghost-hunting', not that ghosts actually existed.

They were starting to get hungry again, having not touched their assorted snacks before the whole fiasco began when a steak of green, followed by another, approached the horizon. The first stopped, the second following suit... Were they like them? It looked like two people flying now that they weren't moving so fast. They were too far to properly see but it looked like they were searching for something.

Danny's ring flared up in quick brilliant flash before going back to its blinking; it seemed that was the cue the two in the sky were looking for as they made their way towards them.

"I think that's our ride Jazzy"

The duo finally hovered above the lake shore, the surprise clear on their faces even as one had a mask on.

"Hello, I am Green Lantern John Stewart of Sector 2814" the first man with matching vivid green eyes like Danny elbowed the man next to him.

"Uhh and I'm Green Lantern Hal Jordan of Sector 2814" he said sheepishly, running his white gloved hand through brown locks of hair. "You're the ones who send the distress call, what sector are you from?"

"Sector?" the duo looked at each other confused before Jazz remembered what the rings had said. "I- I think they said 2814?"

The duo looked surprised, disbelief easily conveyed even though Mr. Jordan's mask, actually he seemed more surprised than Mr. Stewart. "I'm sorry but what planet are you from?"

"Earth? I mean its not like--- Are aliens real!?" Danny's wariness disappeared and hovered in the air as he said it, "That's so cool!"

"You two are Earth children then" Mr. Stewart's eyes gained a dark look as he said so, "How long have you had the rings?"

"Umm I'm not really sure" Danny turned to his sister for guidance only to find her rubbing her arm nervously "Maybe an hour or two?"

Mr. Jordan's look matched Mr. Stewart's, like they were mad but they didn't seem mad at them like the teachers would when they caught him and Tucker talking during class. It was like whenever mom and dad's inventions malfunction and they'd go to school with bruises. (Those days mom and dad would mention their teachers calling them, they were always busy with the portal and never answered)

"Do you know what those are?" Mr. Jordan bent down to Danny's level, pointing at the matching green ring. Danny looked at his and wiggled his fingers.

"Not really? The voice said welcome to the Green Lantern cops?"

"Close, little man" Mr. Jordan chuckled, "My friend and I are part of the Green Lantern Corps. We help protect the universe, pretty much space cops if ya ask me"

"You get to travel into space! Awesome!" Danny literally brightened as his green glow intensified. "But why isn't hers green?"

"Your friend is actually part of the Blue Lantern Corps. They're a little different from us but we work together from time to time. They like to spread hope throughout the universe"

"Hope. It said I had the power to instill great hope. But why me? And why did they choose him?" her voice wavered as she turned to Mr. Stewart with a grave lookin his eyes.

"That... That is something neither of us can answer for you" he admitted, a solemn lookin his eyes as he placed a hand on her shoulder, "But we'll do our best to help you two with this"

"Its unprecedented for either Corps to choose children" Mr.Jordan frowned before looking towards Danny again, "What are you two doing in the middle of the woods?"

"I wanted to see the stars" Danny admitted sheepishly, all of this started from his request to their parents. They wouldn't be in this mess if he just watched from home like always, heck Mr. and Mrs.Foley had offered to take Danny and Tucker camping once school let out if he wanted to (but no he couldn't wait a month, he needed them now). "So mom and dad brought us camping but then the stars--- the rings started chasing us and we got lost"

"That must of been scary huh guys?" Mr.Jordan gave a look to Mr.Stewart and the man walked away a bit, placing a finger into his ear and whispering. How weird.

"So you guys are siblings?" he turned to Jazz, she just nodded slowly, took a deep breath and looked him in the eyes. She kept rubbing the blue ring on her hand as she did. "Do you guys mind telling me your name?'

Jazz still had that worried look in her eyes, like when she knew the turkey would come back to life in any second but mom kept saying it'd be fine. (Jazz was always right, it was always the same every Christmas). His sister liked to think she was a grown up and didn't get nervous talking with strangers but she was still a kid like him. He would be brave for Jazz!

"I'm Danny and that's my big sis Jazz"

"Its nice to meet you two, or well at least know your names now?"

"Jordan"

"Hold right there"

The two adults just kept talking in whispers, looking back at them every few seconds, Jazz wasn't sure what to make of them but they were the ones who knew the most about the situation. Danny also had a pretty good sense for people and they seemed friendly but she also knew better than to trust complete strangers. Stranger danger was very much ingrained to them at a young age. Jazz knew it was rude but couldn't help but hear Mr.Jordan's outburst of "Seriously, nothing? Its been hours"

It seemed like forever before the adults came back and gave them strained smiles in turn.

"Well kids we're going to help you guys find your camp and make sure you get back to your parents" Mr.Jordan winked.

"We'll also explain more about the rings and what they mean while we wait. Sounds like a plan?" Mr. Stewart made sure to look at them in the eyes and didn't move until they both nodded in agreement.

"Okay"

The brother-sister duo didn't know what they were getting into when they went camping that day but everything was in motion, a new path diverging in time to create a brilliant new future; tragedy, love, and courage would always be on their path no matter how much he'd tried to avoid, it was inevitable. He could only witness as they embarked on this journey together and bring about the Rebirth with allies at their sides.

And he couldn't wait to meet them again, in due time.

[yandere-wishes]

★ɴᴇᴏɴ ɴɪɢʜᴛꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ɴɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀᴇꜱ★

Synopsis: It's late and you're tired. Trapped within a dreamlike trance trying to figure out if you're sick or just in love. Although to Blade you're just confused and need a little more persuading of how much he loves you.  

Author's note: I don't know how or even when regular people go to sleep. So forgive me for any errors. I typically just stare at my phone until I pass out. 

Warnings: Violence, blood, injury, murder attempt, delusions, Blade being Blade, Yandere themes. 

Inspired by @aluraveil post

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Neon lights bleed into the room, all proton purple and electric blue. They cast shadows across Blade's face, painting him as something surreal, something sweet, anything but a monster, anything but a killer. Just another blazing star, lost in an endless sky. 

You don't let the lights fool you, as you hover above his unconscious form. Knife clutched tight between unsteady fingers.  You know your lover's true colors better than you know your own name. In reality, he's a murderer with a schoolboy crush. Proud and prudent with a sword that's snuffed out one too many lives. 

He plucked you from your home planet, all those moons ago. A land of sands and trees. Oases and blood moons. where the wind would carry tunes of joy and laughter. It had been a perfect paradise. One you have every intention of returning to. Just as soon as you break these shackles.  Freeing yourself from this dreaded man. 

Blade is a monster. You know this as you trace the side of his face, mapping out scares that have healed too quickly. He's the embodiment of every horror harvested out of a children's readable. From eyes that echo the cosmos' insanity to a body that can withstand any calamity.

He's scary.  

But even scary things have their weaknesses.

Or so you hope. 

You learned that the hard way when he would drag you off to his room. Laying you on his bed as he'd settled beside you. He'd dose off after a few kisses and affectionate threats. Whilst you stayed awake counting every boogyman that crawled around his room. You've come to mature since then. Having befriended every terror that crawls around the accursed chamber. Vivid spiral-faced ghouls, all paying homage to both Blade's crimes and agony. You use to wave to them each night before falling asleep. But now they've all merged into the terrifying beast that you lay next to in the dead of night. 

He's beautiful you think as the colors dance across his face. Eyes sewn tight in his first blissful slumber in days. You could almost call him charming, if not for a recently patched-up would throbbing on your upper leg. He's a monster, but a rogue memory forces you to wonder if monsters can love too. If killers ever yarn for a lover's touch as they delve their blades into beating hearts. 

There's a stray moment when something begins to tug at your beaten heartstrings. your heart begins to beat to an unsteady tune, your lips begin to pulse as you recall every forceful kiss he's ever gifted you with. 

You wonder if you love him as you imagine splitting his skull open. with a Xianzhou Alliance paperweight, he keeps on the nightstand.

It's sicking you think as you dream of the cartoonishly large crack along his head. Blood sweeping out and leaking from the corners of his face. It's even worst when you imagine yourself pushing down on his shoulder as you kiss him with every desire you've kept under lock and chain, staining your pristine nightgown with his red essence. 

A grand goodbye

A childish dream. 

Still, you're sure that even the unkillable Blade has a weakness. Hidden under unbreakable bones and scarless flesh. You plan to dig deeper. Split him open and reach the one organ that no lifeforce may live without. His heart, his heart must be his only weakness. Granted he even has one in the first place. You're not sure such a terrible creature can even be labeled as a human, let alone possess any humanly needed organ. Still, you intend to find out. 

Curiosity, Curiosity, Curiosity

It's almost romantic you think, as the neon signs outside change to floating hearts in shades of plastic pink and cherry red. It's almost like falling in love with very literal analogies. 

You're lost somewhere on the border of reality and fantasy. A life-like dream that encompasses the room in a surreal glow. It's hard to tell if you're even awake. Nothing feels the way it should, as if someone mixed the pages from a horror story and a love tale. Miss-matched patches crack along your eyes. Blade's face morphos, beautiful and deadly. Desirable and detestest. Loved and hated. The knife feels unbearably heavy in your hand.

You love him, you love him, you love him...

So maybe that's why you must kill him. 

You prep the knife. Clutching its steel handle with both hands and lifting it above your head. The digital hearts outside pop one by one. A countdown bestowed upon you by the universe itself. 

4...3...2...1....

There's a grotesque sound that would make even the Aeon of Destruction flinch in disgust. The knife enters his heart just as the last digital heart pops. Blade's body is jerked forward as his eyes abruptly open. He gasps as if awakening from a nightmare. Eyes unfocused as he evaluates the room. You lean to the side, prepared to run. until his icy hand clutched your shoulder and pulls you back, throwing you to your side of the bed. 

"what the hell are you doing!"

He's angry you realise. All so angry. Wrath spirals off of him like spider lily petals in the wind. Oh, how you wish to kiss him. Your fingers reach for his face, pulled like magnets. He grips your wrist, crushing it between his fingers as he snarls. A throaty growl warning you of moving again. 

"Kiss me" You beg

Blade smirks, cruel and charming. Bits of his anger melting off live flakes of ice. He bites the side of your neck, causing droplets of crimson to leak out. 

"You stupid, stupid idiot" he chastises 

Neon lights flood the room, all lightning purple and mourning blue. They paint you like a shooting star, far from home and lost to time. Blade's weight holds you down, mesmerized by the colors that form a spiraling galaxy upon your body. 

"It's almost like you don't love me...if you did, you'd know a little knife like that isn't going to do anything to someone like me" his voice is a symphony of patronizing taunts. 

Blade straightens his back, peering down at you as if you're nothing more than a pesky insect that awakens him from his slumber. Blood mares his shirt, dripping down onto the velvet sheets. 

"Maybe I should remind you who you belong to." His tone is nothing short of a death threat, one that makes you blush.

He grabs an elastic from the nightstand, right next to the paperweight you'd used as a murder weapon in a dream-like reality. Blade pulls his hair back, teeth subconsciously chewing on the elastic band. His nimble fingers pluck the band from his mouth, tying his hair into a tight pony tale. Majestic and menacing as always. 

He's ready to punish you, you realize as his blood-red eyes focus on you. Funny how you didn't notice the dark bags forming under his eyelids until now. They make him look tired, exhausted, almost, almost human. 

He leans down slowly, lifting your hand up and entwining his fingers with yours. His index finger doesn't follow the dance, instead, it pushes down on your own forefinger, at first a nudge and then...

crack!

the bone breaks and Blade's attention snaps to your middle finger. Repeating the same torture, again and again, and again.

Somewhere along the line midnight bleeds into six am and Blade thinks he's maybe forgotten how to tell time. Or maybe he's forgotten in general, it's hard to remember when there's a knife lodged into your heart. he used to kill his assassins. Not leave petty punishment and loving kisses across their skin. He use to bathe in blood, not ravish in the mere sound of breaking bone. He wonders if you love him as much as he loves you. You're confused he's sure. What he wouldn't give to hear you say that adoring phrase. But the words keep slipping from your mind and your tongue can only muster screams of pain and agony. And oh Aeons you're so beautiful, utterly perfect.

Unterrly his...

By the time the sun rises and the neon lights die down, Blade has already dragged you to the Medical room. Settling you in his lap as Kafka tends to your destroyed fingers. 

She smiles, patronizing and sweet. Looking at the two of you as if she's seen two stars collide. 

"Now this was uncalled for" she chides, as she wraps bandages around each finger.  

 "We all tend to fabricate monsters for ourselves in the dead of night, I'm sure you know this better than anyone Bladie. Little (y/n) was probably just confused, that's all. No need to hold any grudges now. Especially towards someone you love so much" 

Kafka is his voice of reason.

You're wholly grateful for how she keeps Blade on a leash. 

"hmph, confused" Silver Wolf mutters from her place behind a large glowing screen. 

Blade's head tilts down, lips brushing over yours, eyes barring into your soul. A sinister smile chipped across his pretty face.

"Well (y/n) what do you say? I think you've finally learned your lesson this time."

[kuijoon]

Dumping Sampo hcs because he makes me sick

Genderfluid. Feel like this one’s a no brainer for Sampo fans but still. No one can take this one away from me

Aroace. I may enjoy lots of Sampo ships but in cannon he’s aroace to me idc what anyone says

His pupils turn into slits when he’s pissed off (snake symbolism yk)

Sharp canines because I saw way too much Sampo fanart with this and now I can’t unsee the sharp teeth

Shapeshifter like Sparkle

Has another persona that is part of the dark-blue victim alliance (his hate club). He makes money from selling the anti-scam guide depicting various of his (outdated) scams.

Has a thing for mechanical stuff. He builds his own bombs, fixed the TV in Rivet Town by himself (which I actually think is cannon) and sometimes tried to fix random junk he finds

Motorbike somewhat similar to the one on his phone case. Does NOT pass safety regulations

Has a run-down house somewhere in the snow plains where no one can find him. Stuffed with maps, supplies like food or medicine and mechanical parts

Made maps detailing silvermane patrol routes, tunnels, etc- also notes where he writes down stuff he found out about the planet that may be useful in the future

Above average body temperature, has some weird outworlder stuff like the trailblazers going on where he doesn’t get cold so easily

Doesn’t like sweets. He really wants to, still eats candy every now and then , but everytime it just tastes disgusting

His voice isn’t naturally that high, he just spend years trying to change it

He used to rob banks on other planets but resorted to scamming in Belobog because the security systems are just so shitty and outdated it takes away all the fun

Some sort of parental figure for Hook. He’s one of the few people allowed to refer to her as just “Hook”, but decides to call her by her full title anyway

[lya-dustin]

The Last Wolf of Lankiveil

Part 2 of Queen of Light, King of Darkness ft the poll thanks to @jennathearcher @lady-phasma for the idea of the were-feyd fic

Taglist: @avidreader73 @emilykaldwen @cljordan-imperium @beebeechaos @dunefandomhub

Cw: murder, blood, lycanthropy

For all his reputation as a Beast and Count of Lankiveil, Glossu Rabban had not inherited their mother’s true nature thanks to their father’s wretched human blood.

Feyd Rautha had inherited more than just Onir Rautha's name, he had inherited his lycanthropy.

A true Beast, like those who ruled Lankiveil's icy lands before the Harkonnen's hunted them to extinction.

A shame his mother had to die to keep his true nature a mystery from his beloved uncle. As his mother’s son, Feyd will make sure her death wasn’t in vain.

The universe will be ruled by the last Wolf of Lankiveil.

And for that to happen, Paul Atreides and his wife, Feyd’s own sister-in-law had to die. He’d done away with Atreides’ pet and the bastard in her belly, and you deserved a gift as magnificent as the one you gave him that morning in Arrakis.

“We were hoping you could join us for a hunt in my son’s honor.” Feyd gives no indication of what he has planned for the Muad’Dib and the wife he refuses to even touch.

It is not that difficult; his wolf form could not be sensed, and he had received enough training to hone the abilities that would have created the Kwisatz Haderach. He can hide from their visions and escape their control completely.

“I am sure my wife longs to see her sister and our nephew again. We will be there, cousin.” Paul’s eyes hold some suspicion, but their alliance has chipped away at most of it. As far as his cousin knows, Feyd is a simple man with simple pleasures. Give him something to respect in you and a weapon in his hands and he will massacre entire planets in your name.

But the young baron is a father now and his perfect little heir can’t aspire to be his uncle’s heir when his lady mother is far more deserving of the Throne.

You, his Queen of Light, his Nurbanu, deserved the universe.

There is something other about him. Something related to his violent nature and the moon.

You had heard the rumors of the lycanthropy that plagued House Rabban, but one thing was hearing stories about the wolves of Lankiveil and another one was seeing her husband leave for a hunt on a full moon and hear a wolf’s howl unlike aby you’ve ever heard.

Irulan and Paul would be visiting some village across the forest that had myths of the Kwisatz Haderach they wanted to take advantage of.

You weren’t supposed to follow, you were supposed to stay home with Murad who would turn one year old tomorrow. But you wanted to confirm your suspicions.

You arrive at the village to find it in chaos. It had been destroyed as if something ravaged it and its people. Like a one man army.

“The Wolf of Lankiveil!” they shout in fear and adoration. “The Kwisatz Haderach has been destroyed!”

Contrary to popular belief, you didn’t hate your sister. She annoyed you and stood between you and your throne, but you didn’t hate her. And while you knew this day would come, you knew you would feel terrible for murdering her.

Feyd didn’t understand that part, he didn’t have a single positive memory of his brother nor any chance to be a friend to anyone.

You find the wolf at the edge of the village and you smile at the sight of him.

Your guards beg you to keep away, fearing what would happen if the wolf carried you off.

None recognize the blue human eyes in the wolf.

Your Feyd, your husband.

You believed yourself immune to him, that his violence would keep you from ever falling in love with him, but in the end he grew on you. Like mold on rotten fruit.

“So this is where you went off to, dear husband?” you ask the man beast covered in the blood of innocents.

Come with me.

No need to tell you twice. In a fluid movement you’ve gotten on his back and he takes off at breakneck speeds.

It is thrilling, to feel the icy wind around you as you use all your abilities to remain in place. You can hear his laugh echo in yours as you ride through the woods.

Not long after the wolf begins to shift, the fur thinning, the canine body losing its structure in favor of something human like and soon you arrive to his hideout clutching his back. You must look ridiculous piggybacking a bloody and very naked Feyd.

“Did you like your gift, wife?” his black teeth still have blood from where he tore apart his victims and the red staining his snow like skin paints a beautiful picture.

“How could I not, my baron?” you kiss his bloody mouth and show how much you love his gift, how much you love him.

Your daughter ,Asena Rautha, conceived that night, is born a wolf.

Just like her father.

[limerenceheart]

Hii I just wanna say I LOVED that nahida/rukkhadevata reader sm. If u don't mind, could I request with that same reader with either jingyuan or luocha. It can be headcannon or story if you'd like!

hello! I'm happy to heard that since I was just making it up as I went along lol. I'm choosing Jingyuan for this request because Lucoha's ability would clash too much with the reader. I'm posting this as head canons because I am likely to do a jingyuan x reader x loucha drabble soon.

if it came to the crunch, I personally believe Jing Yuan would be more terrifying compare to Blade regarding this situation because of his social/political influence.

This temporarily role wasn't suppose to become permanent.

A quick stay at the Xianzhou Luofu to fulfil the role of the healer lady for this planet.

The blue haired woman arrived back yesterday, her presence signifying your dismissal but someone got in the way.

Jing Yuan, the general of the Xianzhou Alliance halted you from getting on the star skiff that would take you back home.

A few moments later, you found yourself being escorted back to your accommodation because the silver haired man declared there was an emergency that required two healers.

If Jing Yuan was a normal person, you would just ignore him and jump onto the star skiff but disobeying someone like him could lead to a political war considering you were from a different planet.

It still wasn't enough for you to shake off the ominous sense of dread, the way that Jing Yuan grabbed onto your shoulder along with saying your name felt too laid back.

The general shouldn't had felt that comfortable considering you only interacted with him once, coming across the slightly injured man after a practice sparring battle where you healed his busted knuckles.

A simple gesture like that wouldn't be enough to trigger something like this off.

You highly doubted that he remember considering it was weeks ago.

If the general did, then he was surely too interested in you and as the days passed, this hypothesis became more and more apparent.

It started off as subtle and small gestures.

recommendations for eating places, public transports tips, guessing facts about yourself.

it shouldn't been alarming but the whole thing hit far too home for it to be a coincidence.

As a healer, you couldn't tell him to fuck off though but you slowly began more trapped as time went by.

"It's just a custom for the host to show respect for their guest."

These type of statements would always be the answers whenever you tried to ask others about the general, no one took you seriously since a foreigner wouldn't be aware about the traditional customs.

This factor was backfiring so much that the only way others would take you seriously is that Jing Yuan would have to splatter bruises onto you and even then it would be very hard to prove he was the culprit.

You just tried to shut down all the negative feelings because the trip will soon end.

A letter arrived requesting your presence back home and a happy smile only appeared on your as you packed your suitcase till a pair of cloud knights came along to escorted you to the general's private study.

Jing Yuan cannot control everything.

Your bubble of naivety popped when the general announced the news that your planet wanted you to stay here as a medical student underneath Lady Bailu's care.

It was a golden opportunity considering the whole thing was being funded by the Xianzhou Alliance but it felt like your homeland just sold your soul to the devil.

The worst thing is that you didn't have a single say in the matter where you much rather be alone to process this but the general just wouldn't leave you alone.

"Oh (y/n), this is a special gift from Lady Bailu to as a welcoming gesture to joining her party."

The general slide the small black box with a red ribbon tied on top across the desk that you were standing in front of.

You grudgingly took the small box from the desk but the general once again spoke.

"Aren't you going to open it?"

It was a silver bracelet but seeing Jing Yuan's slight smile revealed his true intentions.

The man might as well have given you an engagement ring instead.

[malusmagpie]

Maker, Save The Queen

Pairing: Anakin x Female!Reader

Summary: You found yourself being forced to flee the planet you ruled and Anakin was assigned to keep you and your son safe.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, MOMMY KINK, submissive!Anakin, dirty talk, big ol tiddies, age gap (13 years), older female reader.

A/N: HAPPY MAY THE 4TH YALLLLLL!!!! I’m sorry but every time i think of sub!Anakin i smile. i genuinely think he has a mommy kink. dude loves milfs. this was a really fun story to create i’m sorry if any of it feels rushed i had to succumb to time jumps to keep this under 10k words (because i am insane.) Sorry it’s not normal dom daddy anakin but idk. I think he would have a mommy kink. the reasons are obvious. enjoy!! 🫶🏼(oh dedicated to @jellydodger & @skywlker-sluvtt)

Word Count: 7.1K

Onderon was your home, it always has been. You’d grown up here, found the love of your life, and lived a lavish life of royalty. You’d never even left the planet. Your husband was an heir when you met him and he fell in love with you immediately, or so he always said. That was 15 years ago. You’d both grown and even had the privilege of having a beautiful baby boy. The new heir of Onderon.

When the Separatist Alliance came knocking to make a deal with your husband, you pleaded for him to hear your words of caution. He ignored you, as he normally did, and allied with them. That was a week ago and in that time, you chose to leave. There was no way you’d allow yourself to sit back in luxury and watch this war from the wrong side.

Your bags were packed and your husband rushed into the room to plead you to stay and hear his side. “I will not allow myself to fall victim to Separatist manipulation. If this is how you choose to rule, you’re not the man I loved.” You spoke as tears prickled your eyes. Your son had been playing prior to your husband busting into the room but now he held onto the leg of your pants and looked up between the two of you. You raised a protective hand and rested it on his head by your side.

“My love, this guarantees our safety, our sons safety. Please hear me when I say I did this for you.” He spoke as he dropped to his knees in front of you. You looked at one of the housekeepers and she took your bags to the front.

“If your words were true you wouldn’t have done this. You don’t see what I see. You’re blinded by power. They will turn on you. Just as they have turned on the rest of the galaxy. I will not let me nor my son be exposed to such danger.” You spoke with your head held high. Your son clung onto your leg as he watched. You tried to keep it as civil as possible, for his sake.

“You cannot take him. He’s my son, too.” The man you once loved had tears in his own eyes as he pleaded further and you looked down at your son.

“You are a danger to him. I will keep him safer than you ever could. Come now, Darson.” You spoke gently as you took the boys hand. The two of you walked toward the palace exit.

“You’ll be killed for rebelling, Y/N.” He called after you, unknowing of the plan you had already laid out and taken the first steps toward initiating. You didn’t speak, this had been enough for your son to bare witness to. You’d leave with your head held high and minimal emotional damage done to the boy, the light of your life and your blessing.

As you exited the palace you looked back at it, droids were surrounding the area you once called your home. It was once beautiful, a sanctuary even, and now it was nothing short of a war zone. You dropped your head and reached your arms out to your son, he was only 8 but he was intelligent. More intelligent than most. He knew just as well as you did the severity of the situation. You carried him on your hip as you boarded the ship that was waiting for you on the outskirts of the palace grounds.

“Is the course set?” You asked with haste as one of the men on the ship closed the hatch of the ship behind you. The man in white and blue plastoid armour nodded.

“Yes, Milady. You’re set for Coruscant. There is not yet any surveillance systems set up by the Separatist Alliance on your planet. They didn’t see us coming and they won’t see us leaving.” You nodded and set your son down on one of the chairs.

“Mommy where are we going?” He asked and you smiled at him, placing your hand on his cheek.

“Somewhere safe. Don’t be scared. I’m with you. You just keep busy.” You smiled as you ruffled his hair. He smiled wearily at you before he began to play with one of the toys he had brought with him in his pocket.

— Meanwhile —

Anakin paced the room he was waiting in, this was his first true mission alone. His job was to be your body guard. He was ordered take you far away and find refuge on the planet of Alderaan the second you landed in Coruscant. “She has a son?” Anakin asked, he was clearly nervous. Obi-Wan watched him pace with his hands crossed in front of him.

“Yes, Anakin. She does.” He nodded, almost amused by how nervous his Padawan was. He watched Anakin pace left and right in front of him. “It’s nothing you cannot handle. You just need to keep her safe until we can find her permanent and safe lodging here, on Coruscant.” Obi-Wan continued and Anakin sighed frustratedly.

“I know I can do it, I’m not worried. I’m just asking for clarification.” Anakin muttered as he stopped pacing to run a hand through his hair. Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow at the boy.

“Is that why you’ve ‘asked for clarification’ four times now?” He said, a hint of a smile infected his words.

“I’m fine, Master. When will they arrive?” Anakin cursed at himself for asking the question he’d already asked a half hour ago and Obi-Wan entertained it, though he didn’t try to make it any less embarrassing for him.

“Ten minutes. Any more clarification, my young Padawan?” He inquired with a teasing tone and Anakin rolled his eyes, muttering a quick “No thank you, Master.” As he began to make his way to the landing pad.

It was a longer journey than you’d expected and by the time you and your son had landed you had to carry his sleeping body out of the ship while the kind Clones carried your things to another ship. You were greeted by Anakin and Obi-Wan. A small smile graced your lips as the two bowed to you politely. “Your highness. Welcome to Coruscant. I’m afraid you won’t be here long enough to acquaint yourself. There are strict orders to take you to Alderaan in a few moments. I am Obi-Wan Kenobi. This is Anakin Skywalker. He will be the Jedi to protect you during these trying times. Our condolences extend to you and your boy.” Obi-Wan said in the utmost professional way that Anakin was yet to learn how to harness. It’s definitely the accent. Anakin thought to himself.

You bowed your head at the two and looked down at Darson, he looked star struck to see two real Jedis, before looking back at them with a saddened smile. “I appreciate this more than you could ever know. It’s an honour to meet you both. This is my boy, Darson.” You gestures toward the young boy with dark curly hair who was hiding behind your leg.

“Well Darson. I can assure you and your mother are in the finest hands we could provide. Anakin is exceptionally gifted.” Obi-Wan smiled at the boy and he hid himself further behind your leg causing a small laugh to escape your lips.

“He’ll warm up eventually. He’s always admired the Jedi Order. He’s just a bit in shock.” You combed your hand through your sons hair and Anakin nodded.

“I felt the same way when I first saw a Jedi.” Anakin said with a small smile.

“Do you have a lightsaber?” Darson asked. Anakin chuckled and nodded his head.

“I’ll show it to you when we land.” You looked at him. He was young, couldn’t be over 22. Handsome, yes, but young. You trusted the words of Obi-Wan but you had your doubts. Anakin looked at you and cleared his throat.

“I will do everything I can to serve and protect you, Your Highness. You have nothing to worry about. I’ll die before I let anything happen to you two, and I don’t plan on dying soon.” He stood up straight, the smiling look on his face turned serious. You nodded again as calm washed over you at Anakin’s words and he gestured his hand towards the ship that was waiting for the three of you.

“I cannot thank you enough, Master Kenobi. I will be sure to send a message when we land.” You said to the older Jedi before following Anakin to the ship, your sons hand tightened its grip in yours and you gave it a comforting squeeze. This other ship was smaller than your royal cruiser, but more than adequate for the three of you.

“The battalion won’t be joining us, the smaller ships are faster in case we need to run.” Anakin’s voice was quiet so only you would hear it.

“Thank you, Master Skywalker.” You spoke and he felt his cheeks burn when you called him Master. He walked behind you as you entered the ship so you wouldn’t notice. You were wearing tight pants and a tunic. Very common clothing as you were trying not to be recognized as a queen. You had left all your royal garb on your home planet, only packing a few variations of civilian clothing. You usual royally painted face was in its natural state and your hair was simply tied to the high point of your head. He definitely didn’t mind walking behind you, it was a bit of a pleasant sight.

“You can just call me Anakin.” His voice cracked and he thought you didn’t notice but you did. A small grin pulled at your lips.

“My apologies. Anakin.” You turned to look at him as you spoke before finding a safe place to sit for your son. You turned on the ships HoloNet for your son and held the remote out to him. “Here’s the remote, my love. You can watch whatever you like. Stay busy for Mommy, okay? This might be a long trip.” You kissed Darson’s head and he took the remote with gentle hands before flipping through the vast number of channels. Anakin watched you with his arms crossed and when you looked back at him, he made a quick turn on his heels to walk toward the cockpit. You chuckled to yourself at his odd demeanour.

You sat in the cockpit next to Anakin. He looked at you and when you looked at him his head snapped back to face his front. “All good to go?” He cleared his throat and you nodded. He began to flip switches and press buttons. The ship began to hover before he pushed on the thrusters to move it forward. You watched the planet begin to fall behind you as you sped through the atmosphere. The two of you sat in silence, the sound of your son watching some sort of children’s HoloFilm filled the quiet ship.

“Anakin. Do you think I did the right thing?” You spoke quietly with your face still watching as the sky of Coruscant turned into the stars of the galaxy. He looked at you, promptly turning away. Is he avoiding looking at me? You thought to yourself before he spoke.

“I think you did what you needed to do to ensure both your safety. Your ideas on the Separatists turning on your husband after they get what they want is are extremely plausible.” He spoke and you turned away from him with a sigh. Your heart wasn’t right, you had just left the man you’d loved for 15 years and you were to raise your son without him. The idea was heartbreaking and something you never thought you’d have to live through. You watched as Anakin pushed another button and stood up from his seat.

“Auto-pilot. I’m gonna go find something for you and Darson to eat, I’m sure you’re hungry after the trip from Onderon. I am too.” He bowed at you before walking away. You sat in your place as he rummaged around the small cabinets. The Jedi Council had asked for a few meals and drinks to be available on the ship as the journey was going to be about a day long. You heard a small crash and a “Shit.” come from behind you so you stood up and followed the noise.

“Anakin is everything okay?” You called as you turned the corner to see him picking up pieces of a broken plate. “Here.” You bent down to help him collect the glass shards and he placed a hand that was adorned with a leather glove over yours.

“Your Majesty, it’s alright. I’ll deal with it, I don’t wish to make you do any work.” He spoke and almost as quickly as he placed his hand on yours it was gone. You smiled at him, your eyes gleaming with humour.

“I don’t consider myself royalty as of now, Anakin. In my head, I gave that title up when I left my planet and people as a refugee. Please let me help. I was a commoner once, you know. I’ve done my fair share of breaking and picking up glass wear.” You laughed at the end of your small speech and he simply nodded politely. You went to look for a broom while he picked up the big pieces. You swept it all into the dust pan and dumped it in the trash can. “Oh and Anakin? Please call me Y/N. It’s very weird calling someone by their name while they call me Milady or Your Highness. I never did get used to it.” He stood up straight with his hands behind his back as you dusted your own hands off.

“As you wish, Y/N.” He said and you smiled at him. You had a very kind smile, he noticed. Everything about you was warm and maternal. Anakin hadn’t been around anybody like you since he left his mother on Tatooine. He didn’t like to think of holding her while she died to be the last time he saw her, he practically repressed the entire memory.

“I can take care of the food, please let me. It’s the least I can do.” You spoke as you started to pull dishes down to plate one of the pre-made meals in the insulated cabinets and poured water into three cups. He sighed and took the cups to the table as you warmed the food.

“You don’t need to thank us, it’s in the job description.” He spoke over his shoulder from his position at the small bench where your son was watching his HoloFilm, a sense of humour in his eyes. You shook your head as you warmed the food.

“Job description or not, it doesn’t negate my feelings of gratitude.” You responded with a soft voice. The food was warm and you served it on three different plates. He was quick to take two of them and you took the other. You placed one in front of Darson and Anakin placed the other two in their respective spots on the table.

“Thanks, Mommy.” Darson spoke, his eyes never leaving the film as he scooped up some food on his spoon. A small chuckle left Anakin and you looked at him. Your eyes met and dropped to your own food almost immediately. You all ate and watched the children’s entertainment that played.

“That guys a jerk. I hope the main guy beats him.” Anakin spoke, raising his glass to his lips. Darson looked at him with wide, excited eyes. This was his favourite movie, he had made you watch it 100 times and it was clear he was excited to discuss it with somebody other than you.

“He gets him but there’s a bigger bad guy. That’s what the next ones about!” Darson said and Anakin raised his eyebrows.

“A bigger bad guy than the one I’m seeing right now? That’s impossible.” He said and you smiled. He seemed to be the kind of person who got along with kids. That notion alone made you feel a lot better. Darson nodded his head and began to speak with his mouthful.

“Sweetheart, Anakin is not going anywhere. Swallow your food before you speak, please.” You interrupted him and laughed gently while the boy swallowed his food with a closed mouth smile.

“It is possible I swear! I’ll show you the next one after this ends.” He exclaimed excitedly and turned his attention back to the movie. You and Anakin shared an amused glance and Anakin nodded.

“I’ll hold you to that, Darson.” Anakin replied and returned his attention to the movie. It was a decently made film, but you were so sick of it. It was nice to have somebody here to enjoy it with Darson.

You finished your food and brought everybody’s plates to the sink as the movie began to end. “I think I’m going to retire. Don’t let him stay up late.” You said to Anakin, he nodded in response.

“I won’t. Right after the next one I’ll send him to you.” He spoke as he followed you to the sink. “I’ll take care of this.” His hand brushed against yours in the sink and you both pulled away hastily. With a soft laugh you looked at him.

“Thank you, Anakin. Goodnight.” You smiled and he returned it.

“We’ll likely be landing by the time you both wake up. We’ll have breakfast on the ship.” He stated as he began washing the dishes, peering over to catch the movie every so often.

You brushed your hand over his shoulder as you walked away to the small room to lay down. His cheeks burned red at the gesture.

You stared at the ceiling as the muffled voices of the two boys in the main area talked about the movie excitedly. It reminded you of how his father would play with him. You felt tears in your eyes and rolled over to face the wall. Quiet sobs left your mouth, muffled by the blanket you were hiding under.

You cried until you heard the two of them laughing loudly through your door. You stood up and peaked your head out to see them sitting right next to each other and you laid back down. The sound of your sons laughter and the safety Anakin was working so hard to provide was enough to calm you and send you into a deep, blissful sleep. You felt your son curl up next to you at some point and you wrapped your arm around him before falling back asleep like you hadn’t even woken up.

The next morning you woke up to the sound of rustling outside your door. You snuck out of bed trying not to wake Darson and he nuzzled his face into the pillow. You wrapped your robe around you to cover up the nightgown you were wearing and with a yawn you opened your door to see Anakin pouring juice into a cup.

“Good morning, Anakin.” You said through another yawn and Anakin turned to you with a prompt nod his eyes stopped at your exposed legs for a millisecond too long, you noticed. He had a plate in his hand and upon seeing you he grabbed another off the counter, leaving one for your still sleeping son.

“Good morning. We’ll be landing soon.” He took the plates to the table and set them down. He took a seat and you sat next to him.

“Thank you.” You took a small bite of your food. You were almost never hungry in the morning but you didn’t want to be rude. He nodded as he ate his food. The silence between you both was comforting but something about it was begging to be filled.

“Darson is a good kid.” Anakin spoke up and you looked at him with a fond smile.

“I know. I heard you two yesterday. It made me feel a bit better.” You spoke and raised your hand to lean your chin on it.

“I know what it’s like to be a scared kid, too smart for his own good. I figured that a good time was what he needed.” He ate almost as quickly as he had sat down and placed his plate in the sink before washing it.

“Really?” You asked, watching him. His back was surprisingly broad and his shoulders looked strong as he scrubbed at the plate. You moved your eyes to one of the windows in the room, watching the stars fly by.

“Yeah. When I was first taken in by the Order. I hadn’t even left Tatooine before and I got thrown immediately into training. The joys of being The Chosen One, I guess. Never got to be a kid and watch films.” He looked at you over his shoulder and your eyebrows raised when he mentioned being The Chosen One.

“The Chosen One?” You inquired as you swallowed the bite you were chewing on while he spoke. He nodded and dried the water on his hands.

“I’m gonna bring balance to the Galaxy. Or so they say.” He leaned against the counter with his arms crossed and you nodded.

“You are indeed impressive, Anakin.” You smiled and looked over to the window again when you saw a planet in the distance. “Is that it?” You pointed out the window and he leaned over to inspect what you were gesturing too.

“Yeah. That’s Alderaan.” He said and you hummed. It looked a bit like your own planet, but Alderaan clearly had more mountains.

You looked at him and let out a deep breath. “Guess we’ll be set to move soon.” You started as you placed your plate in the sink, he turned immediately to begin washing it and you smiled. He was so eager to help so you let him, it was almost sweet. “I’ll wake Darson.” You walked back into the room and changed into something decent before brushing your hair. You tapped Darson. “Sweetheart we’re here.” You cooed and he woke up groggily.

“Good morning.” You smiled and he mumbled something along the same lines as he sat up and looked out the window. His eyes widened at the new sight.

“Woah! I gotta go see it from the cockpit!” Every ounce of exhaustion was gone from the boys face as he got changed and ran out to Anakin. He begged him to let him into the cockpit and Anakin obliged. You cleaned up the room and made sure all of your things were in order before following their voices. You tried to urge him to eat first and he refused, his excitement didn’t allow for much hunger.

You let the two talk and decided to bring the bags by the door. Anakin caught site of you carrying one at a time. “I’m gonna help your mom, I’ll be right back.” He made sure Darson was adequately strapped into the cockpit chair before coming over to you and taking the bag from your hand. “You do a lot of work for somebody who was living a royal lifestyle.” He laughed. You chuckled in response.

“I wasn’t born into it so it never came naturally to me to just let other people do my bidding. I never even let the servants do things for me. I’d do most things by myself even though my husband-“ You cleared your throat. “The king disapproved of it.” Your voice faltered a bit and you pursed your lips for a moment before turning away from the boy who towered over you.

“I do want to say I’m sorry for what happened, again. You’re dealing with it tremendously.” His voice was sincere and there was no look of teasing or joking on his face. You smiled at your son pretending to steer the ship in the cockpit.

“Not your fault. If anything, you’re the last person who should be apologizing. You’re helping me.” You spoke with your arms crossed and Anakin rested a hand on your shoulder while keeping a respectful distance.

“It really is my pleasure.” He said before going to get the rest of your things. When he left you, you felt warmth on your shoulder where he touched you and it made your stomach twist like you were a teenage girl who just said hi to her crush. You shook the thought from your head and sat down in the cockpit behind your son, strapping in.

Anakin followed shortly to land the ship. He did it with no issue, almost like it was second nature. He continued to surprise you in little ways and it made you feel a way you hadn’t felt in years. Excited.

——

Six hours had passed. You had sent a message to Obi-Wan as promised and he responded promptly. Once the Council knew you were safe you and Anakin had begun to get settled into the small home you were to hide in for the time being. Darson got to play with the lightsaber, Anakin taught him a few tricks. He had been on cloud nine and full of energy for at least 3 of the hours you guys had been on Alderaan. Anakin had left shortly after the lightsaber activities to check the perimeter. You sat on the couch and watched a HoloNet children’s show with Darsons head in your lap. “I wish Anakin was my dad.” He whispered and you looked down at him shocked.

“Well, he makes a fine step in for a brother. He’s far too young for all that.” You laughed. You combed through his hair as he crashed from all the excitement he had experienced from the past day. His small snores echoed through the room and you picked him up gently to place him in the small room he’d gotten to himself, tucking him in and giving him a kiss on the head before shutting his door behind you. As you shut the door you heard footsteps and you froze for a moment until you saw Anakin walk through the entry to the small lounging area. You let a breath out and proceeded to change the channel to something that wasn’t a cartoon.

“Did I scare you, Y/N?” He asked with a gentle chuckle as he sat on the single chaise beside the couch. You laughed yourself and looked at him. “A little. I guess I’m jumpy.” You responded, your eyes glued to his. For the first time neither of you looked away.

“My apologies.” His voice was quieter and you weren’t sure if it was because he knew Darson was sleeping or if he just wanted you to lean toward him to hear him. Either way you did end up leaning toward him a little as he spoke.

You shook your head and another short laugh emitted from you as you sat on the couch. You could feel him looking at you while your own eyes watched the hologram. “Am I of interest to you or do you have a staring problem.” Your lips curled into a soft smile as you spoke and Anakin cleared his throat, looking away. He was silent for a few moments and you looked at him, almost expecting him to simply ignore you.

“I don’t think I can give you a respectful answer to that.” His voice was quiet again as he stared at the show in front of him. It was of little to not interest to him but he didn’t know where else to look. You raised an eyebrow at his response.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked, pausing the show to force him to look at you and he did. He shook his head as his eyes took you in.

“You’re far more beautiful than I could have imagined.” He gulped, his confidence seemed to have disappeared in a split second.

“What, because I’m 35?” You laughed, admittedly this was fun. He was handsome and exciting, and seeing him feel nervous around you made you feel sexy. At least the closest to it that you had felt in years. He shook his head quickly and furrowed his eyebrows.

“No, no. I just. I guess..” He sighed. “I just didn’t imagine you’d look as good as you do.” He struggled to keep eye contact, his eyes darted around the room.

“35 isn’t old, you know. I still have a long time to go.” You smiled again. “I’d even argue to say I’m in my prime.” You held your head high and he laughed gently.

“I believe that.” He responded and you placed your hand in front of your mouth when a giggle left your lips. You hadn’t giggled since you were young and your cheeks burned as a light pink colour washed over them. At that you saw a hint of something devilish take over his features and you watched him closely. “I’m going to shower.” He said as he walked away, your eyes darted to his bag of clothes that still sat in the entry way and before you could say anything he was gone and the door to the bathroom was shut behind him.

You sat on the couch watching the show as you heard him turn the water on and your heart beat quickened as you imagined what he would look like right now. You pushed the thought away as quickly as it came but your heart beat wasn’t so easily tamed. It wasn’t more than 10 minutes before you heard the water stop. From the corner of your eyes you saw him emerge into the room again, his wet hair fell over his eyes and he held a towel around his waist as he came to the front to get his bag. “Forgot this.” He muttered and looked at you as he lifted the bag causing your breath to get caught in your throat.

“Right… You’ll need them.” You mentioned. Maker, I wish he didn’t. You thought to yourself as you subconsciously bit gently at your lip. He saw it and a smirk graced his features. He left to go to his room and you let out deep breaths to relax. He came back shortly wearing only a pair of thin, baggy, black pants that hung dangerously low on his hips.

“Have I shown you your room yet?” He inquired as he shook his hair out with his hand. Quite a performance if you said so yourself. You shook your head and he held his hand out to you.

“I insist.” He smiled and you took his hand, rising from your seat, and followed him. He walked you through to the other side of the home and opened the door and you saw normal room decor, a large bed and a small attached bathroom. “All yours.” He let go of your hand as he turned to look at you.

“It’s nice.” You said, you weren’t even looking at the room. Your eyes were glued to his muscular chest, his large arms and that beautiful scar on his face.

“Bold words for somebody who’s not even looking at it.” He smirked and you walked toward him, pushing your hand against the door to close it. His eyes widened a bit at the act.

“I was really doubting this would work.” He whispered as you neared his tall frame. It was your turn to smirk now.

“Oh, Anakin. I don’t believe you. Who wouldn’t this work on?” Your voice was hushed as you pressed your hand against his warm chest. You looked up at him and other hand cupped his cheek. “You’re a handsome boy. Most handsome one I’ve seen yet.” Your gaze didn’t break for even a moment. He shivered under your touch and placed his hands on your hips, pulling you even closer.

“Th-thank you.” He stuttered a bit and you raised a brow.

“Did I scare you, Anakin?” You teased, reciting his own words from earlier and he gulped again. “Such a sweet boy.” You hummed as you rubbed your thumb against his cheek and he leaned into it with his eyes fluttering shut.

You took that as your queue to lean up toward him and press you lips against his. He moaned into the kiss, to your surprise, and you pulled away with a smirk on your face. His eyes opened slowly and you pulled him gently toward the bed. He followed with no hesitation and you pushed him so he was sitting on the edge. You climbed onto his lap, straddling him and he wrapped his flesh hand behind your neck, the gloved hand held the small of your back. Both your arms draped around his shoulders as you looked down at him. His eyes stared into yours before pulling you in for another kiss. You pushed your tongue at his lip and he opened his mouth immediately to let you in.

Your tongues explored each others mouths and he let out a small whimper when you sucked on his soft muscle. Your hands roamed to grab at his shoulders and you felt them tighten. You hummed in response as you grinded down on him, immediately feeling him get hard.

“Good boy.” You whispered into the kiss and he let another moan leave his lips as you continued to rub on him gently over his pants with your ass. You were in shape for sure but your curves only got extenuated due to having a child. Each of your tits were almost the size of his head and your butt was fairly plump. You pushed him gently until he laid on his back and began to move your kisses down his chin towards his neck and he sucked a sharp breath in. This wasn’t his first time by any means, Anakin was no stranger to sexual experiences but he’d never been with an older woman. It was one of his biggest fantasies.

You pulled your shirt over your head as you kissed down his body and you felt him tense under you at the sight of your undergarments. Once you got to his pants that were definitely uncomfortably tight, you pulled on them with your teeth and his hips bucked, another whimper flew out from him.

“Eager are we?” Your laugh was low and sultry. He stared at you like you were the first woman he’d ever seen in his life. You pulled his pants down with your hands and his surprisingly big cock swung towards his stomach. “You continue to surprise me, Ani.” You whispered and he moaned.

“Please keep calling me that.” His eyes screwed shut as you wrapped your fingers around him, pumping slowly. His stomach tensed and you smirked.

“I will.” You responded before squeezing his dick ever so gently. He pulled you back up by your shoulders so you settled on his lap and he sat up as well. His hands fumbled with your bra and you undid the clasp for him with one hand and let it fall somewhere on the floor behind you. His eyes almost bulged out of his head as he stared at you, another laugh followed as you watched him. He leaned forward and his eyes stared up at you as he held one of your tits in his hand and latched his mouth to you hardened nipple.

“Just like that, Ani..” You moaned and he sucked on it gently, his tongue grazing against it every so often. Your hands combed his hair away from his face and you smiled down as he continued to watch your reactions. “You’re doing so good.” You cooed and his eyes fluttered shut again. You kept running your hands through his hair as he lulled away at your nipple before moving to the other one. The air hit your damp skin and you sucked in a sharp breath. It seemed he could have spent a lifetime sucking, nipping, and licking at your tits but you were feeling a wetness between your legs that needed to be tended to. You stood up and shimmied the rest of your clothing down your legs and climbed back over him.

He flipped the two of you so that he was on top and began to place desperate kisses all over your upper body before moving lower and lower. “Are you-“ He cut you off. “Yes, Mommy.” He moaned against your soft body as his hands roamed every inch they could. You were shocked but he didn’t even seem to flinch at his own words. It made you feel tingles all over your body and you didn’t mind.

“That’s a good boy..” You whispered as he finally reached your pussy. His tongue pressed against it and you moaned, leaning back into the bed. He licked at your hole, desperate to taste you and his eyes watched you as if he was dying to see how good you felt. You let out another moan and ran a hand into his hair, tugging tightly. He whimpered against you and focused on your clit. His hands reached up to fondle your breasts and his eyes were still locked onto yours. It had been so long it didn’t take much to make you cum the first time. Within a few moments you were writhing and shaking under his tongue.

“Yes, yes just like that, Ani. Make Mommy feel good… You’re doing so good.” You cooed as you rode out your high on his face. He moaned and squeezed his eyes shut as his dick got harder than it ever had before, it was almost painful.

“Thank you, Mommy.” He whispered as you praised him and you held your arms out for him.

“You’re so welcome.” You smiled. He climbed over top of you again, you licked his chin to clean your juices off and he moaned with his eyes rolled back. You rolled over so you were above him. His cock was pulsing and you could feel it against your ass. Your hand trailed down his muscles and you watched them twitch everywhere you touched. You grabbed him gently and pressed him against your entrance, teasing him with a little wiggle. He let out a sharp breath and looked at you with desperation. “Please, Mommy.” He whined and you bit your lip as you let yourself lower onto him. When you felt your ass connect to his hips you knew he was all the way in and you moaned at his size.

“Such a big cock on such a young man..” You whispered and he bit his own lip. You bounced up and down painfully slowly and watched him squirm below you. “You like that? You like watching me?” Your voice came out shaky and he moaned, knowing it was him who was making you sound like that.

“Yes, Mommy I really, really do.” His voice was filled with desperation and you picked up the pace. Your tits bounced in his face as you moaned, he immediately angled himself up to catch one in his mouth and began sucking like his life depending on it.

“Suck my tits like a good boy, Ani.” You encouraged him and his eyes squeezed shut. You felt your clit hit his skin with every bounce and you shivered, feeling another orgasm beginning to form in your stomach. “You’re gonna make me cum again, Ani. Such a big dick… Feels so good.” You threw your head back as you rode him. He wrapped his arms around your waist and whimpered as he twitched inside of you when your walls began to clench around him. It wasn’t long before he was letting out a slack jawed moan against your skin, his body jolted as he left his seed in you. It was warm as it dripped down around him and you slowed your motions. “Good boy.. Let it out.” You cooed as you caressed his hair and he whimpered, holding you close as he came down.

When he dropped his grip on you, you dismounted him and felt his cum falling slowly down your leg. You padded over to the bathroom and cleaned up before returning to where he laid motionless on the bed. “Was that.. Was that okay?” Anakin whispered as you laid down next to him and you laughed.

“More than okay. I haven’t ever had a lay like that, really.” You whispered back as you laid on your side to stare at him. He looked at you and laughed gently.

“I like you. I like your kid. I like this.” He smiled and you smiled back.

“I feel the same but we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.” You spoke gently, reaching up to remove his hair from his eyes.

The next few days consisted of waking up, making breakfast for the boys, watching Anakin play with Darson, making lunch, watching a movie, putting Darson to bed and then fucking the absolute shit out of each other. You were happy for the first time in years and Darson, the intelligent boy he was, wasn’t so dumb as to not notice when Anakin would wink at you or when he’d grab your bum when he thought nobody was watching. As odd as it was, Darson was quite happy at the outcome as well.

“Mommy is Anakin my new daddy?” Darson blurted out at the table during dinner and you both looked at each other with wide eyes. Anakin cleared his throat as you attempted to do damage control.

“Honey, Anakins a good friend now. He isn’t your new d-” You started and Anakin cut you off.

“Play your cards right, Darson and I might think about it.” He smiled and Darson punched a fist into the air. You kicked Anakin under the table and he let out a “Ouch.”

“I have a Jedi dad!” Darson yelled and you shushed him, shaking your head at Anakin with a smile.

“Darson, baby, you can’t say that kind of stuff. Anakin isn’t allowed to be a daddy or even marry. We can’t tell people that okay? Anakin is just playing. He’s a good friend.” You spoke and Darson smiled knowingly. He promised not to say anything but he knew the truth deep down, and he was elated about it.

That night after you put Darson to bed, you laid in Anakin’s arms. “He’s smart. He could keep a secret.” Anakin tried to negotiate with you and you shushed him, raising your head from his chest.

“Please. Just let this be nice for now. There’s too many implications. I’m still married technically. You’re a Jedi for Makers sake. Just… Give it time.” You spoke gently and looked at him, he nodded before kissing your forehead. You sighed and laid back on his chest as you both fell asleep, excited to wake up and do it all again tomorrow. You weren’t sure how long you’d be here but you’d be damned if you didn’t enjoy it.

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More Chiss head canons

Why, yes. I am geeking out.

1: The Chiss came from a 'sleeper ship' that missed its target world around 30,000 years ago after being launched from the Ratukan Empire. The ship spent 3,000 or 4,000 years in transit. The Humans who reached Csilla found not a welcoming world, but a planet that experienced periodic ice ages.

2: The Chiss skin color evolved from minerals in the hydrosphere, and were later found to be a silica-based life form that acted as a symbiont, allowing rapid evolutionary changes. The life form is now extinct, but slotted itself into the genes of the settlers and has remained in Chiss DNA and is outwardly reflected in their iridescent 'freckles' - which are a silicate similar to mica. The freckles will shed from time to time over the course of a Chiss' life. It was debated at the time that this was a sapient life form that was dying out, and 'invaded' the settlers to survive. Others argued that it was a type megavirus or even a hive virus with no sentience. Many settlers died from the 'infection' in a time called 'The Interval' before Ancient Chiss evolved into Modern Chiss about 5,000 years after the founding.

3: The Chiss terraformed Csilla over tens of thousands of years, turning it into a garden world, settling other worlds in the same time period. Before the Intergalactic War where they allied with the Sith, the Chiss governed an empire. After the Intergalactic War and the use of the Starflash along with Ratukan weaponry, the Chiss never terraformed another planet as penance for their sins.

4: Hundreds of Chiss colonies were lost to the warfare that created the Chaos. What is not mentioned in any modern history course is that the Chaos was created deliberately to confound both Sith and Jedi. The Chaos interfered, as as seen in Alliances, with the ability to find other Force users in the Chaos. Palpatine could not find the Sky-walkers until they were taken beyond the borders of the Chaos.

5: Chiss history is heavily redacted. After the Intergalactic War, they changed even their system of writing to make it incomprehensible to outsiders. Cheunh is not allowed to be spoken in the presence of outsiders, and communication instead relies on trade languages like Minnisiat. Meese Caulf, and Sy Bisti.

6: There are Chiss intelligence agents in 'Lesser Space' and even in the Empire and Rebellion itself. Candidates must be smaller than average and undertake extensive surgical remodeling to pass as other species. It includes eye transplants, and only the most dedicated (fanatical) of intelligence officers will undergo the years-long process. The program is top-level clearance, with six people at a time knowing about the program and allowed to read the briefs. The Supreme Admiral, the Supreme General, the UAG Chief, the Speaker of the Syndicure, and two civilians who are kept anonymous.

7: The histories of many planets speaks of blue warriors, or even blue gods who disappeared 5,000 years back. Chiss ruins can be found on Hoth, though nobody can now read the language.

8: There are Chiss who live outside the Ascendancy, descended from exiles and those who fled in other ways. If any Chiss of the Ascendancy happens on the Outlanders, they are instructed to report immediately, detain if possible, terminate in extreme cases only. In some cases, these Outlanders have hundreds of years outside of the Ascendancy and are not keen on going back.

9: Yes, there are a number of women in the CEDF, and nobody would stand in their way. As with Lakinda/Ziinda, it's a way for girls of Common and Lesser families to move up and secure their future outside of making a good match and having children. Blood-born girls like Ziara are heavily pressured not to join.

10: Upon leaving service, Sky-walkers are not encouraged to talk to others about being Sky-walkers, even to other former Sky-walkers. They are largely isolated by the Ruling Families, and pushed to marry within their adoptive or an allied House. Many do marry within their adopting House as it is well-known that the little girls of Ruling Houses are seldom chosen as Sky-walkers.

[cyliph]

Post- Below Zero outfit concept

I wanted to make an outfit more befitting a maze-like homeworld. The PDA draws from locally available materials after all. I think this Robin is a bit more serious than what we see in SBZ.

Design Notes:

This outfit is designed with terrestrial travel in mind. While I do think a two-piece would be more practical, every subnautica protagonist and several NPCs wear a body suit. Being on an alien planet I feel she still prefers the practical safety a reinforced suit like this provides. Push comes to shove she can wear a tank and tie the upper portion around her waste.

Went with purple and green for two reasons: We see past Robin wearing purple, and they are Al-An’s colors (to imply his role in designing it).

Most promo art depicts Robin with her blue and red wetsuit which looks quite heroic and serves to illustrate her strong will. I think it’s fun to think of those colors as likewise symbolizing her conflicted relationship with her sister. Sam wears exclusively blue from what we see, Robin always strives to be her opposite. Red is the color of passion and aggression, a pretty fitting for the ideal Robin holds for herself as Sam’s opposite. Red is also the most notably characteristic of bird robins, which I think is just kind of cute.

In my headcanon purple symbolizes Robin when she’s at peace with herself. It’s a mix of red and blue, symbolizing that shes not as estranged from Sam as she sometimes believes. We see her wearing purple at her most comfortable in the picture with Augstrobite. A muted purple is also useful in showing a Robin that’s more reserved following the trauma of 4546B.

The diagonal lines also serve to reference her alliance with Al-an. Her most notable wetsuit is constructed with bold horizontal and vertical lines, very squarish. Diagonals better suit to illustrate a character that is “off-balance” so to speak. Being on an alien planet thousands of light years away from humans after losing possibly your only family member is probably enough to shake most people’s sense of balance.

I also think that because Robin kept her hair long during the events of 4546B that she probably just likes it long. Imagine how impractical it would be maintaining long hair on an oceanic planet for months on end. Not to mention, at least type 3 hair (Sam seems to have type 4, but it’s not exactly clear what type of hair Robin has. In game she either has braids or locs it’s hard to tell. Either way, not a low maintenance style.) I just think it’s a pretty good symbol of her character, I also think she would let it continue to grow during her time on 4546B and beyond. At some point it’d start getting in the way even in a ponytail. That’s why I think she would start putting it in a bun. A changing hairstyle as a symbol of a maturing character my beloved.

(It also gives me an excuse to draw her hair down in the future >:3c)

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World Champions | Artwork for World Champions by TheDefenestrator by TheDefenestrator, art by Blurb_brain

Fandom: The King's Avatar | 全职高手

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Category: Gen

Words: 71 944

At the end of season 4 of the Glory Pro Alliance, the government finally receives the information it has been waiting for: The other players have caught up. Or, In which Glory has been a government recruitment ploy for remote-piloted mecha operators all along.

About the Book

FONTS: Mundo Serif, Azonix [dafont], Segoe UI Symbol

IMAGES: Illustration by Blurb_brain [AO3]; cover image by NASA ID: 440611 [Rawpixel]; Planet Earth background ID: 6331593 [Rawpixel]; Circuit lines background ID: 3117935 [Rawpixel]; endpapers' image by Eric Eastman [Unsplash]; Swoksaar, Desert Dust, Lord Grim, Vaccaria, and Cloud Piercer [The King's Avatar Wikia]

MATERIALS: regular printer paper (8.5"x11", 96 bright, 20lb), 80pt bookboard, Iris Bookcloth (colour: Black Pearl), Neenah cardstock (8.5"x11", bright white, 65lb), waxed linen thread (white, 30/3 size), embroidery floss (shades 3750, 350, 3845, 370), leather cording (1.9mm diameter), Reeves’ acrylic paint (Mars Black, Phthalo Blue, Titanum White), Americana acrylic paint (glow in the dark), ph neutral pva glue (Books by Hand)

PROGRAMS USED: Typeset in Affinity Publisher, cover/title page/endpapers designed in Affinity Designer/Photo, QR codes generated with LibreOffice Writer, PDF arranged for printing with Bookbinder-JS

BINDING STYLE: quarto, case bound (slightly rounded, with oxford hollow, forgot to use tapes)

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Fenes' "Glory's tech isn't handwaved" AU. This was great! Funny and creative, and I'm both amazed and full of admiration for Fenes' ability to juggle so many characters.

I was feeling excited and ambitious with this one. Tried some new fun things (double core endbands, painted edges) and used some new equipment (a lying press).

The Text

TITLE/HEADINGS FONT: Azonix says 'SciFi' to me, it's a bold, non-serif, sleek font.

BODY FONT: Mundo Serif, it's a decent serif body font I haven't used before. Felt like it worked with Azonix.

SCENE BREAKS: a special character in Segoe UI Symbol of a black & white icon of Earth, the globe showing Asia.

TYPESETTING: Finished typesetting the fic, left document open on my laptop, laptop's battery failed, file now crashes immediately upon reopening, issue persists with copied versions of file (；￣Д￣) . Thankfully I had a backup file for the typeset with the barebones of the text, so I didn't have to restart from scratch...

Title Page

My thinking: it takes place in space, the world's at stake, and it's the dawn of a new horizon for Earth. Glory and the titular champions are represented by Swoksaar, Desert Dust, Lord Grim, Vaccaria, and Cloud Piercer – the captains of what I'd call the 'big 5' teams. A circuitry board background element hints at the tech/mecha nature of the story's competition. It may not match Blurb's art, but I hope I was able to convey some of what the story is about.

The circuitry image is used as decoration throughout the book. I only used the avatars of the top five teams' captains because too many silhouettes would lessen their impact and readability. (Removing the backgrounds was tedious, but worth it.)

Here's what it should have looked like. The test prints for this and the BB art were fine, but I think my inkjet started running out of ink just when I printed the final copies and I didn't reprint them. (Too impatient, really wanted to finish up and read the book)

The Cover

World Champions is another Big Bang fic, and once again I based some of my design choices off of the accompanying artwork. The dominant colours of Blurb_brain's illustration are red and blue-green.

COVER PAPER: For the decorative cover material I used NASA's ASTER image of Poyang Lake. NASA has some really interesting photography some of which remind me of marbled paper, thought it could be interesting. I chose this image of Poyang Lake because 1) it's in China, 2) the colours were similar to Blurb's awesome illustration (fate strikes again, dropping matching images and artwork into my lap!), and 3) NASA is tangentially relevant to the fic, which takes place in space.

BOOKCLOTH: Verona bookcloth in the shade Black Pearl, a lovely dark navy blue colour. Thought it suited the cover paper and title page. (Bought it for this fic specifically, but the colour goes well with almost all of my decorative papers so it should see a lot of use in the future!)

Endpapers

The final decision that held this project at a standstill for two months. In the end I drew inspiration from the matchups against the final opponent in the story. The image I used is a little chaotic and a little too unrelated to identify why I picked it without an explanation, but this book is for me and I know why, so there. (Note that I played around with the colours and cropped the photo.)

Endpaper inspiration: the maps for the matches against the Infilhites

"a long bridge through an enormous tube-like hall, where light seem to come from every side through stained glass windows. It was visually confusing, limited lateral motion" "a warehouse, crates stacked on and beside metal racks that went all the way to the ceiling." "a house of mirrors, fully enclosed to be sure the Infhillte couldn’t fly out of it." "like a volcano, rivers of lava moving sluggishly down a slope, occasional vents of overheated air nearby." "a series of overlapping bridges between halls and stairways, level after level layered over an open abyss."

Trimming & Painting the Edges

Going all out, a 2-for1 deal: the opportunity to use my lying press for the first time and learn a new technique!

TRIMMING: Used a paring chisel and lying press.

CHISEL: The 1.25" wide paring chisel I used was form a modern manufacturer. (Vintage paring chisels are very thin, enough so that you can bend/flex the blade. But don't do that.) It's long and wide blade made it easier to register against the surface of the press for consistent cuts. Looks like this one below from Lee Valley.

LYING PRESS: My dad's project. Solid black walnut, hand carved screws and internal threads — he even made the tools to make the threads too! The jaws of the press are each 3 7/8" wide. It's big and heavy (though much smaller than full-sized professional ones omg), but there's enough of a flat surface to register the chisel against. A thicc boi, much like this one below from Bookbinding Supplies.

PAINTED EDGES: The idea was to have dark navy edges, speckled with white stars. I used acrylic from a tube to paint the edges — tutorials recommended it over liquid bottled acrylic, and I had an old set hanging around. Had to water it down because otherwise the paint just flaked off.

My test of trimming and painting went well. Then the trimmed book itself came out slightly crooked, the paint required significantly more watering-down than before, and the white paint did not want to be both opaque and speckle-able. Unfortunate, but still book-shaped! And now I have an idea of what to do differently next time.

Also, did not like the glow-in-the-dark paint. Looked too translucent in the light when compared to the white acrylic, and needed a thicker coat to be visible in the dark. (The thickness combined with the translucence and base colour kinda reminded me of boogers... Ended up scrapping most of it off, so there's not much left to glow.)

Endbands

Still in the mood to have fun and go all-out, I attempted double-core endbands for the first time.

TUTORIAL: YouTube @ BookbindersChronicle: Bookbinding 101 Sewing Headbands Session 2. Also watched @ DAS Bookbinding's Double-Core Endband // Adventures in Bookbinding, but I personally found Chronicle's closeup video easier to follow.

I used embroidery floss from a 100pk of assorted colours off Amazon, wrapped around a core of 1.9mm leather cording from Michaels. I drew from Blurb_brain's art for the general colours, choosing a dark base, with red, blue-green, and gold. The specific shades were picked to go with the cover.

[iifoundjoy]

Paladin of Voltron AU - which lions do you think the gang would wield? so far ive got... ashlyn as the black paladin - the black lion typically looks for a natural leader, someone who won't hesitate to make hard decisions and brings people together, someone who will stand their ground. ash fits these traits in a lot of ways, shown in how she took charge to keep them safe in the phantom dimension from the very start and continues to give her all in protecting everybody and getting them out.

tyler as the red paladin - the red lion tends to choose those that push their limits, stubborn and prideful, sometimes even aggressive. her paladins are usually the most likely to act on their own and react on impulse, the right hand of the black lion.

tyler is shown to be stubborn and hot-headed most of the time, and while he doesn't tend to stray from the plan- he does voice his opinions very loudly when he thinks there are any flaws in ashlyns plans. and as a duo, i think tyler would make a pretty great right hand to rely on for ashlyn once they've gotten to know each other and warm up.

aiden as the blue paladin - was sort of tough to place, he was fighting real hard for the red lion but ultimately i put him with blue. if we go into a soft dive for blue, you can tell she likes paladins that are open, willing to follow along and adapt, and humorous. while aiden isnt the first to start a group therapy circle, he isn't outright against it either, he just is never quite given the chance to really open up about his own past. but he does follow right along after ash, ready to move whenever a situation changes out of their favor and is no stranger to trying to keep the mood light.

logan as the green paladin - i think green looks for a curious mind of sorts, someone who looks at a puzzle with sheer determination instead of blinking and turning right around. logan is smart, that much is obvious, but he is also the one who figured out most of what they know of the phantom dimension. he was scared yes, but he still figured out so much despite his fear, he felt more than to leave it well enough alone.

and ben as the yellow paladin - yellow is the hufflepuff of the lions i think, it isn't too picky about who pilots it, but they do look for someone reliable in almost any situation. someone stable, almost predictable in a way? the foundation of a group. ben shows this in many ways, one particular moment that comes to mind is at the arcade when things started getting sticky with logan. he was the very first to get up and start throwing hands because that's his friend and he won't watch him go through the same thing he did.

and finally, taylor as allura - this girl was fighting teeth and nail for blue lion but i caved in because aiden and tyler as the dynamic blue/red duo could NOT be missed. i do have this little idea that the twins would be half altaen bastards who were seperated at birth. i think this could also pose conflict when they try to make alliances with other planets because she isn't true royalty. + for a bit of angst throw in their dad saving her when the planet was destroyed. EDIT: another idea for the twins, they were seperated when the planet was destroyed, and when they were about to be put into a cyropod and everything, maybe tylers launched on accident and landed on earth? he wakes up with zero memories of who he was but enrolls into the space garrison because he for some reason knows so much about space and the need to go up there because something is missing but he doesn't know what.

honorable mentions! ashlyn as the red paladin (i thought it could be a sort of keith and shiro situation where she doesn't want it but she ends up with black anyway, i just don't know who would be in shiro's stead, mike?) aiden as the red paladin taylor as the blue paladin and aiden as allura (think about the potential ash and aiden could have here, PLEASE! just switch the flirting dynamic lance always coming on allura but with aiden jokingly flirting with ashlyn all the time) i ultimately chose these pairings because everyone ends up where i want them to be..sort of, except for ashlyn. aiden would eventually become the red paladin, taylor as blue, and i was trying to work out ashlyn going from red to black, but again, i don't know who she would be replacing. to make this work i was thinking maybe the twins were both woken up from their slumber by the team, both fully altaen.

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I feel like I barely have the right to get into “Star Wars would be so good if it were good” posting given that I haven’t actually watched VII-IX, but I keep thinking about the myriad plots and subplots that could follow VI, after the fireworks stop, all without slamming the reset button.

Like, as of Episode VI’s end, Emperor Palpatine, Darth Vader, and Grand Moff Tarkin are all dead, but much of the rest of the Imperial bureaucracy and military are still intact. Maybe there’s a legal chain of succession that establishes who’s next, but probably it’s pretty weak, because tyrants generally don’t like saying “you know who would benefit greatly if I were to ‘accidentally’ drink poisoned blue milk and die? That guy!” So there’s a likelihood of power struggles, different factions emerging among moffs and admirals. How would the Alliance respond to two moffs waging a brutal war against each other, extorting civilians to death for supplies, bombarding civilian population centers that are not logistically accessible enough for their side to extort but that they think the other side will, etc? Can the Alliance afford to intervene to help the innocents suffering in this conflict, or is it best to just let their enemies weaken themselves and clean up afterwards?

Meanwhile, some moffs and governors see the writing on the wall, and are approaching the Alliance and saying “Yes, I was a high official in the Empire, but I was one of the good ones, working within the system to make it as humane and decent as possible. Now I am preparing to join the New Republic, and preparing to hold free elections on my planet(s) (supervised, of course, by the erstwhile-Imperial bureaucracy under my control – who else is around that could competently manage such an affair?) Yes, there are a few incidents during my reign that can be classified as atrocities, but I can assure you that if anyone else in the empire had been in charge, they would have been more numerous and severe (anyone harsher than me would’ve been worse, and anyone gentler would’ve been force-choked to death by Darth Vader and replaced), so let’s just leave those in the past and work together toward a better future.” Can the Alliance accept such a defector on those terms? Can the Alliance afford not to?

At the same time, former members of the senate – dissolved at the beginning of IV – are saying “Alright! With that tyrannical emperor gone, we are ready to get back into the action and help rebuild the Republic,” while more radical members of the Alliance are like “no, FUCK those old senators. Those were the guys who elected Palpatine chancellor. Then they kept giving him more and more emergency powers. Then they voted to make him emperor. Then they stuck around as a rubber stamp Imperial Senate for like fifteen years legitimizing the Empire, before the emperor finally dissolved the senate. A few of them may be okay, but they are all on probationary status in the politics of the New Republic at best, and many of them should be charged with corruption/oath violation/etc and barred from politics and maybe incarcerated/executed.”

Some people might even question the whole idea of One Galaxy Government going forward. Sure, there are advantages to having a singular Republic/Empire coordinating things, but there are risks. Maybe local control – with the risk of the occasional local dictator, or local border war – is safer than putting all eggs into one basket? Coordinating the resources of a galaxy has proven useful in destructive massive scale projects like planet-killer battle stations. Is there a more productive use case for that much broad scale coordination? 

As more systems democratize and lift censorship and restrictions on holonet, you get paranoia and rumors going around that this or that office-seeking politician is the Next Palpatine. When a planet’s leading candidate for senator faces rumors of being a Dark Sider, the runner-up currently polling at 48% clears her throat and says “The threat of the Dark Side is too serious to be turned into a political issue, and unfounded rumors and partisan smears do nothing to help us re-establish our still-fragile democratic norms. At the same time, any credible allegations of Dark Side influence merit a thorough and independent investigation. After all, recent experience has shown just how destructive the Dark Side can be: whole inhabited planets got destroyed! Once we establish a transparent, impartial process to examine these claims, we can move beyond all this baseless speculation about my opponent (and the baseless speculation that the first anonymous rumors were traced to a holonet account belonging to my campaign’s chief of staff).” You could have HUAC / McCarthy hearings type shit.

You could have some genuine (aspiring) Dark Side guys – no one who knows the true Sith teachings, but maybe some force sensitives who see the force as a Will To Power thing. (The Jedi haven’t been abducting children who show force potential for decades, and the Sith had no room beyond two, so I guess force sensitives have mostly sorta been figuring out what they could of this stuff themselves for a few decades? Most of them are probably pretty weaksauce compared to trained Sith/Jedi like Yoda or Palpatine, but maybe they can influence weak minds and shit) You could have any combination of actual Dark Side influence and rumors: have some people correctly accuse real Dark Side guys, have Dark Side guys spreading false rumors that their innocent opponents are on the Dark Side, have two different candidates both being Dark force sensitives, spreading rumors about each other (or one spreading rumors, being a down and dirty political fighter, and the other refusing to stoop to that and going for the Stately Above the Fray vibe, but secretly being comparably ruthless), or (perhaps most common) rumors of Dark Side influence being spread in politics when no one involved is actually even Force sensitive let alone in touch with the Dark Side.

You could go a little deeper: some people in the aftermath of the Empire might think  that the Force – both the Dark and Light sides – has held the galaxy kind of kind of technical and moral cul-de-sac, accounting for the ways in which the whole setting combines backwardness and advancement:

Why is it that in spite of having overcome the light barrier many millennia ago and being able to build small planet-sized battle stations, they seem to have made negligible progress against senescence and death generally? Because the Force provides a frame in which you either embrace the Dark Side, in which case triumph over mortality is a personal achievement to be hoarded and lorded over your inferiors, or you adhere to the Light Side, in which case you reject the “unnatural abilities” of Dark immortality. Progress against mortality at a collective, civilizational level doesn’t make sense from either of those perspectives.

Why is it that in spite of apparently being fully sentient in many cases, droids are still treated as chattel property without rights? Why is it that they still seem to have widespread animal agriculture? Maybe because the Force doesn’t notice forms of sentience that have no or negligible midichlorian counts or force sensitivity or whatever. Obi-Wan could probably walk past a droid refurbishing facility where droids are getting reset to factory settings, or a slaughterhouse, and not feel any “disturbance in the force, voices crying out in terror and suddenly being silenced” etc, and when the Light Side is treated in some respects as the moral arbiter of the setting, and when a big part of the Light Side is “trust your feelings,” and when the “force feelings” don’t really apply to beasts or droids, they don't get a lot of consideration.

Why is it that the only visions of authority are somewhere on a spectrum from “centralized, despotic autocracy” (the Empire) to “decentralized, semi-feudal oligarchy” (the Republic, with a Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth-style weak senatorial authority, proliferation of local nobles like counts and princesses, etc, and, perhaps to an even further extent along that spectrum, the Confederacy of Independent Systems)? Maybe because it reflects  how the Force tends to structure itself: the Dark Side tends to concentrate power in the hands of a couple of megalomaniacs. The Light Side tends to distribute it across a broader order of Force-wielding elites, but still very rare as a fraction of the  population.

You might say that these ideas don’t really get to the essence of the core appeal of Star Wars, which is more like stuff like starfighter battles and lightsaber duels and such, but I’m not saying these themes would necessarily be debated in great detail to the exclusion of action and stuff. They just could be the reason for the lightsaber duels and starfighter battles and such. Consider: in Episode I, the pretext for a lot of the action was a dispute over tariffs. Stated baldly, I think that’s drier than anything I mentioned.

[continuous-spec]

Since Ao3 down, here is the full chapter 4 of the Messages In Between. :)

November 7th, 2186, Day 38 of the Reaper War.

A bomb. 

A fucking bomb on Tuchanka—with Cerberus hours from crawling all over it. 

The weight of both ripped down Shepard’s spine. The metal console creaked under her grip as Victus broke the news. 

His words echoed around her. His men, his son, actually. His own son, of all people, was somehow entrusted to run a secret mission on Tuchanka to disarm a planet-destroying bomb. 

The pain ripped further down Shepard’s arm. Saliva pooled in her mouth, ready to vomit at any notice. The room pulsated in a hazy gaze of black spots whirling in her peripheral. 

She was having a heart attack. 

She clenched her hands to the bottom of her uniform to keep herself upright. She gave Victus one last nod in acknowledgment before attempting to escape the war room. 

Flop sweat pooled around the thick collar of her Alliance blues. She needed to strip out of it fast. 

Shepard kept a firm stance while the bulkhead engaged for her exit. More weight collapsed on her spine as Wrex glared on. If he knew about the bomb—about Cerberus, he would flip. Start huffing and head-butting at any turian in sight.

She could not have that on her ship. 

As she crossed through security, the guards' words passed meaninglessly through her ears. Traynor's taming voice only rang out loud as she exited.

“Commander, there’s a new message at your private terminal.”

A new message 

A new message 

A new message 

Always a new fucking message. 

Shepard rushed past Traynor, trying to ignore her words. A wheezing breath jumped from her mouth. A heavy, panicking cry escaped her lips as the elevator doors hissed behind her.

Pressure built behind her eyes, and the pain throbbed further into her skull. Signs she often ignored when she needed to sleep. But there was still too much to do.  She’d sleep when she’s dead. 

Her heart pulsed fast into her throat, and the Alliance collar, covered in sweat, grew tighter. Shepard clawed at the brass buttons and threw her jacket into the corner, leaving her with a soaked black N7 undershirt. 

Stale air hit her back, cooling it as she panickedly paced through the tight corridor. She smacked the emergency lock and slid back into the freezing metal interior of the elevator. The crew could climb through the vents if they needed to, but right now, she just needed to sit and plan within these narrow walls. 

She brought up her omni-tool, mind racing as she tried to pull up Garrus’ contact info. 

His last messages left unanswered piled up in her inbox. 

[Vakarian]: So we're telling Wrex about this bomb? 

[Vakarian]: Nevermind, I’d like to avoid getting head-butted. 

[Vakarian]: You really have to admire the Hierarchy's resolve, though. If guns, asteroids, or a plague don’t kill you, the bomb sure will. 

[Vakarian]: Again, do NOT show Wrex this. I like my plates on my skull. 

Shepard didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. She wanted to respond with something nice and witty, but the building dread that continued to rip down her spine knocked the banter out of her. 

[Shepard - draft date- November, 7th 2156]: I can’t fucking do this

Her fingers shook over the omni-tool, leaving the message unsent. In frustration, she slammed the back of her head into the elevator. Warmth eased down her skull at the impact, distracting her from her shallow breathing. 

They were so fucked. 

“Shepard, is something wrong with the elevator?” 

EDI’s ethereal voice echoed around her, jumping from one ear to another. She attempted to shoo away the voice, crouching into a ball, her back pressing further into the wall.

“EDI, I just need some time. Please, just have the elevator locked out for now.” 

“I understand, Commander. I am logging you out.” 

“Thanks,” Shepard said to the now empty room filled only with the sounds of her ragged, hitched breath. 

She concentrated on her respiration rate, trying to reduce it to a nonexistent number. Cool metal seeped around her fingers as her grip on the bar above her tightened. She pushed her head into the wall again, this time lightly, with her eyes shut tight. Her arms strained in the bent and awkward position. 

“Okay,” Shepard breathed aloud to herself, steadying her mind. 

Three hours until they needed to touch down on the bomb's location. Victus' troop waited below in the cargo bay. They would need at least two hours of logistics planning and gearing up away from Wrex’s men. That left her forty minutes to panic and maybe twenty to rest. 

An urgent sharp ping brought Shepard’s eyes fluttering open and out of her scheduled panic attack. Garrus’ name in bright red text yelled at her.

Shit, she forgot to reply to his jokes. It's not like they had the time for it.

[Vakarian]: Don’t get jealous, but I think Mordin is marrying me off to Eve. 

[Vakarian]: He came into the main battery, muttering something about scars, looked me over and just said…

[Vakarian]: Acceptable 

[Vakarian]: Then sent me a brochure on interspecies krogan mating rituals

Shepard let out a ringing laugh that reverberated within the tight walls.  A single tear edged out from her lashes. 

His jesting was not part of the growing plan that she had in mind, but Shepard still waited while he sent more texts.

[Vakarian]: That last part I made up

[Vakarian]: Mostly

The shake in her hand stopped, allowing her to reply back. 

[Shepard]: I needed that, thanks.

[Vakarian]: The brewing jealousy?

[Shepard]: The laugh

[Vakarian]: At me or with me?

[Shepard]: You know it’s more fun at you. 

[Vakarian]: How is she holding up?

[Vakarian]: Eve I mean

[Shepard]: Trying to get info on your new bride?

[Vakarian]: You see right through me.

[Shepard]: She’s trying to stay strong, from what I can tell. I think the stress of being her people's last hope is a lot on her.

[Vakarian]: We talking about Eve or you? 

[Shepard]: I’m handling this well, I’m fine.

[Shepard]: I’ve locked myself in the Normandy’s elevator in a fetal position.

[Shepard]: Whatcha up to?

[Vakarian]: Getting ready to crawl through the Normandy’s vents to get to my girlfriend.

[Shepard]: Girlfriend? 

Shepard let the question hang without following up. Her stomach flipped at the single word. A stream of joy and vibration coursed through her body. The muscles of her shoulder blades released and eased into position. The ripping pain finally stopped. She rested her head back with a light and airy sigh, and her heart relaxed to a steady beat. She felt like a teenager at the word "girlfriend." 

Her small smile spread out into a grin as notifications of Garrus typing and then stopping flashed on her screen. She laughed to herself, imagining as he panicked and erased each message. 

She brought her fingers up on the omni-tool to give him a break before he had an aneurysm. 

[Shepard]: So, who are we talking about now? Me or Eve? I would prefer the girlfriend title.

[Vakarian]: One moment, got to get this armor off for the vent. Boyfriend duties, you know? 

[Shepard]: Well, how about I unlock the elevator and help you get out of the armor instead? 

[Vakarian]: I’d like that, you know I always have trouble getting the clasps on my carapace. 

[Shepard]: Dork 

[Vakarian]: You like it 

Shepard slicked up the elevator wall and disengaged the emergency stop. The elevator chugged down to the crew level, where Garrus waited. 

The thick metal doors slide open to Garrus, still in armor, with brow plates pinched in concern.  Garrus dashed in, trying to block the view from any wandering crew, and punched in the passkey for her cabin—a number he must have memorized by now. 

The door shut tight, and Garrus dashed to Shepard’s side. His gloved hands moved to her waist, pulling her in. He wrapped himself further around her, placing one hand on her lower back where the sweat pooled. His free hand traveled up her form and cupped her cheek with a feathered touch. 

Shepard leaned in his grasp, letting all the weight off her feet as she fell into him. He held her there in silence, pulling her deeper into his grasp. Hot breath fell past her neck with his mouth plates at the top of her head. She just wanted to stay in that moment and not account for the literal seconds needed for this mission to go as planned. 

The elevator rocked them from side to side as it ascended the Normandy.

“So what’s happening? Are you okay, Shepard?” His hand slid back down her waist, letting her settle on the steel floor. Her feet buckled at the weight, but his hold steadied her. 

Shepard eased herself back, creating a small width of distance. She tried to steady her voice so she could joke along and make it seem like everything was fine. 

“I could be worrying about, you know, my brewing jealousy over my boyfriend being married off for a krogan alliance. So tragic.” 

Garrus flicked out his good mandible in response with a half smile. 

“I might just have to take Chakwas' offer to fix my scars. Maybe that’ll call off the wedding?”

While slow and had the usual drawl of humor, his words somehow broke with uncertainty. His steel blue eyes darted around her like they were looking for answers outside their conversation. His eyes focused on the corner where her uniform lay crumbled, and his brow plates somehow pinched even further. 

He was panicking too.

Her heart leaped into speed once again as his panicked actions reminded her she wasn’t just some love-struck teenager with a new boyfriend—She had a bomb to disarm. 

The elevator chimed, pulling her back to her cabin. Her smile sank as the mental to-do list played on in her head. 

“Probably the ocean-sized crater from the bomb would cancel the wedding once Cerberus gets their hands on it.”

“Crap.”

“You’re really underselling it, Vakarian.” 

“I could say I admire the ingeniousness of the Hierarchy again," Garrus joked. 

“That’s not helping,” Shepard’s tone rang harsh. Her hand snatched away from his. She regretted every movement and word as the air hit her from his absent grasp. But still, she rushed off the elevator and made a beeline to her desk scattered with datapads.

Shepard tried organizing the disarray, seeking information for the best approach to the location. All the while, more messages and words piled in with updates. The pain pulsated down her back again, and the sweat grew. 

Steel on steel clanging entered her cabin after a few moments. Garrus attempted to enter with a light step. 

Shepard turned to him slowly to avoid his gaze at her outburst. She couldn’t stand to see him hurt or stressed anymore just because she couldn't handle the roles of leadership. 

But no darting eyes or pinched brows waited for her. Instead, his relaxed form leaned on the aquarium, backlit by the light blue hue. Blue cloth decorated in a golden brass of the Alliance jacket occupied his hands. His eyes focused on her uniform, smoothing and straightening the fabric's wrinkles. 

With Shepard’s watch, Garrus approached her, gently placing the uniform over her chair—eyes lightened without judgment, waiting for her response.

“Sorry, I just can’t handle this. I can’t fuc-“ Shepard stopped herself from sobbing and collapsed onto the front of his armor. He brought them down on the adjacent couch in a swift motion. Her trembling hands worked over the tricky clasps on his carapace. Good lord, she needed to feel him against her now. 

Garrus pawed off the rest quickly. First, the chest piece fell, then his back piece clattered to the ground. They worked together, dissembling the rest. Once again, his armor lay scattered across her floor.

 Shepard rested her head into the crook of his arm. She stopped herself from pulling off the black undersuit that guarded her from his rough skin. They were wasting more time than they had already. 

“We can do this together—just another obstacle in the way. Knowing Cerberus, an incompetent obstacle, easy enough,” Garrus said, running a free hand through her hair. 

“Incompetent enough to resurrect me. What makes you think they can’t ignite a bomb up our asses?” 

“That was Lawson. She told The Illusive Man to “fuck off” last I remembered,” Garrus’ voice trilled as he imitated Miranda. “Without her, they're witless.”  

Shepard laughed, burying herself further into the narrow space between him and the couch. His tight hold helped relax her in their few spare moments. Without him, she may well still have been stuck in the elevator, trying to find a similar comfort.

“How did you know to urgent message me?”

“You weren’t responding, I had to get your attention somehow.“

“Drama queen.” 

“Thank EDI too. She may or may not have helped.”   

“Tattletale,” Shepard said up into the intercoms above them. 

“It was not my intention to offend,” EDI's voice once again floated around Shepard, cracking over the intercom. 

“Don’t listen to her. You did a great job EDI. Keep warning me when my girlfriend is having a panic attack.” 

“Noted, logging you both off.”

“So, girlfriend?” Shepard asked, pulling herself up on his carapace. Her eyes half-lidded, waiting for an answer. Again, his eyes darted around her, not focusing on her. This time, her heart raced with joy.   

“That’s the word humans use, right? I guess, um, I di-didn’t want to presu-” Garrus panicked words cut off with Shepard’s lips crushing against his mouth plates. 

After several minutes, ticking by in her free hour, Shepard finally broke the kiss to relax into his arms. 

“Although if you’re being married off, the mistress title sounds fun too.”

“Oh, so the wedding is still on?” 

“Maybe I should set this bomb off myself if I want to keep my boyfriend.” 

“Jealousy doesn’t suit you, Shepard,” Garrus said, pressing his mouth plates against her hair again. Shepard lightly sighed with a laugh into it, enjoying the pressure and hum of his voice. 

“Yeah, well, apparently stress doesn’t either. You’re just gonna have to deal with that.” 

“We’ll deal with it together,” Garrus whispered, pulling her closer. The pressure under her eyes dissipated. The pain in her face and back slipped away as she let her eyes close. Her breath fell in sync with his. The beat of his heart fluttered against her ear. Soft music played in the distance from their bed. She could finally rest. 

In that moment, Shepard was exactly where she wanted to be. 

At least for the next hour. 

[atlas7seo]

Everytime I think I'm free, Voltron comes and grabs me in a choke hold. So I'm dragging yall down with me. Here's season summaries of the Voltron Rewrite I'm working on that has taken over my life. I call it my Bootstrap AU which will make sense later.

Inhales* yes this happening...

Season 1 -Defenders of the Universe

Garrison student(Lance, Hunk, and Pidge), expelled student Keith, and Lieutenant Shirogane suddenly find themselves in an alien castle courtesy of a giant Blue Mechnical Lion. Upon arrival they stumble into a 10,000 year long war against an Alien Race called the Galra. Voltron, an ancient weapon, is the only way to stop them, however, no one knows where it is. Follow the Crew aboard the Altean ship as they attempt to get the ship operational, track down lions, and discover their destiny as fated Paladins of Voltron all in a fight against the Galra. Season 1 ends with the Paladins forming Voltron for the first time and becoming Defenders of the Universe

Season 2 - The Voltron Coalition

Now that Voltron has finally been found and formed, the Paladins and Alteans attempt to form allies and liberate planets. Follow our crew as they free planets, negotiate with rebel forces, and infiltrate Galra occupation. All the while searching for a mysterious Ulaz who rescued Shiro and Ulaz's mysterious organization. Season 2 ends with the Paladins meeting the Blade of Marmora and one of their leaders, Lotor, disgraced Prince of the Galra.

(Let's address the elephant in the room. Lotor. Okay, so when I was planning my rewrite, I realized that Lotor is both so compelling and so flat. So, instead, in my rewrite, Lotor is a disgraced prince (still like the original). He sees how the empire is hurting his people who are just civilians, and when he tries to reason with his father, he is disgraced. Lotor didn't make the Blade, but he allied with them in an attempt to return the Galra to what they once were. Lotor is somewhat selfish because if it was between Galran citizens or another planet, he'd pick his people. He only rebelled because he saw how his father was hurting his people. He doesn’t actually care about the universe, his people are what he values, but that changes with *character growth*)

(Also Pidge has found Matt by the end of this season)

Season 3 - The Galran Empire

Season 3 follows our crew and the Voltron Coalition as they formulate plans to end the war at its head. They will form an alliance and plan with the Blade and Lotor. This will be an all out attack on Zarkon including the allies in the Coalition. Half the season will be the plan in motion with multiple parts in an attempt to finally stem the problem at its root. The season ends with Shiro and Lotor dealing the final blow on Zarkon and a rogue wormhole begins to pull him through, but in Zarkon's rage drags Shiro with him.

Season 4 - A New Era

With the loss of Shiro fresh in their minds, Voltron struggles to find stability in this new era. First they realize that despite Zarkon being defeated, the Galra empire is still a threat so they must be able to form Voltron again. *Cue lion switches no matter how much I hate them... Now the Paladins will be allied with Lotor as he attempts to claim the Galran Throne. Throughout they will face Haggar, Robeasts, and the dying flames of the Galran empire. During this chaotic period, they will searching for Shiro and Sam Holt. The season ends with the Kral Zera where Lotor ascends the throne.

Season 5 - Fires of Purification

After facing defeat during the Kral Zera, one of Zarkon's top generals, Sendak begins to gather the remaining "loyal Galra" including Haggar to form the Fires of Purification. This season will continue the search for Shiro and Sam while also being stuck in a Galran Civil War. Voltron, Lotor, and the Coalition fight to stop Sendak from gaining control of the Universe. The season ends with Sendak offering a trade. Shiro and Sam for Lotor. (Like in the actual season 5 because I liked what it did for the story). Voltron and Lotor form a plan and rescue them as Sendak retreats with his tail between his legs.

Season 6 - Moving Foward

With the win against the Fires and the return of Shiro and Sam, it seems things are looking up, but something isn't quite right. With little fanfare Sam chooses to return to Earth to prepare them for the universe. This season is mostly made up of interpersonal conflicts and "what now". The universe is mostly free save for a few pockets of Galra uprising that the Coalition can handle relatively easily without Voltron. The Paladins face the problem of what they should do now and if they can even go back to how things were before the war. While also worrying about Sendak and the remnants of the Fires of Purification. Throughout this, Shiro is also acting really weird. Cut to the real Shiro, but on a Space Whale. (Yes I'm bringing back the weird time distortion whale) When Zarkon grabbed Shiro they landed on a space Whale. So Shiro is trying to survive and get back to Voltron by himself with only Zarkon's corpse as company. Shiro is the one who discovers the Altean Colony (in my rewrite, Haggar is the one running the colony) and he then discovers Haggar's plan to trick Voltron with a clone of him. It's a mystery thriller season switching between the Paladins and the real Shiro as he desperately attempts to get back to his crew to warn them before its too late. The season ends with Shiro warning them too late and Haggar's plan succeeds. Voltron is torn from their allies and catapulted across the universe along with a lost Romelle.

Season 7 - Dead Sector 73

(Ok before I continue the summary, I'm going to explain what I did with Earth. So Weblums eat dead planets in order to use that quintessence to make new solar systems and planets. In my rewrite, Earth's solar system and the space sector around it was a series of dead planets Weblums ate a long time ago and Earth is the first planet to begin exhibiting life in this previous dead sector. Earth is the first living planet in Dead Sector 73. Okay now onto the season summary.)

Sam returns to Earth and begins preparing them for the Galaxy. Back to the Paladins, Haggar has successfully removed Voltron from the equation and begins to rally allies to the Galra's previous motives and moves to retake the universe. Voltron finds themselves lost in Dead Sector 73, a section of the universe Weblums have already eaten and has begun the process of life. They realize they can't reach their allies through comms or anything. But they notice they are somewhat close to Earth. So they set off to reach Earth in the hopes of communicating with the Coalition. When they reach Earth, however, they find Sendak has taken over Earth as a last ditch attempt to get revenge on the Paladins for destroying the empire. And on top of that, that they have been missing for nearly a year. (Weird time distortion stuff like the space whale because of the dead space). They also discover that Sendak is the reason they can't use their comms as he's jamming all signals that travel outside the solar system. The season ends with them defeating Sendak and finally getting ahold of their allies.

(Now I'm going to do some more world building stuff. This is information previous seasons would originally have already told, but I'm putting it here. So the Blades have the motto "Knowledge or Death" and I want to use that somehow. So in my rewrite, the Blade sort of stole the philosophy from the ORIGINAL Galran empire. The war began not because of quintessence poisoning, but because the Galra believed Knowledge or Death. It was a disagreement on ethics and how far you should go in the pursuit of science and knowledge. This disagreement about how to handle the quintessence plane between Zarkon and Alfor sparked the initial conflict as Zarkon wanted to save his wife no matter what. However, due to millenia of exposure to quintessence it degraded Zarkon's mind to the point that he became the villain the show knows today)

Season 8 - Tomorrow and Yesterday

When Voltron and Earth finally reach the Galatic Stage, they discover Haggar has been reigning terror over the galaxy using the Alteans from the colony. While the Coalition and the Galra of Lotor's empire are holding ground, they are beginning to lose. This is when it's revealed that after Zarkon lost his mind to quintessence, Haggar was the one running the show. She must have progress, and now Alfor and the Alteans are no longer in the way for it. (Haggar is still Honerva and born Altean). This season focuses on defeating Haggar and freeing the Alteans from her brain washing. In the end, Honerva destroys all universes by attacking the quintessence plane in pursuit of "scientific knowledge." The Paladins kill Honerva but realize that everything is gone. This is when the Lions come to them. They reveal that sacrificing themselves can restore their universe. "Restore our universe? But what about all the others?" The Lions tell their Paladins that they in themselves are a Causal Loop. The Lions must be sacrificed to restore their universe, and sacrificing them in the quintessence plane it causes them to appear in the past as the materials that Alfor uses to create the Lions. The Lions are forever in a perpetual loop being created and destroyed to maintain the universe. However, each time they do this, they are sent back to another universe as well. It's a multiplying paradox. They are created and destroyed infinite times to restore everything Honerva destroyed. (I did this because I wanted to include the multiple universes the show had, but also, according to my rewrite, the original Voltron could also technically be canon somewhat. It just that in that universe. Allura sacrificed herself, causing the Lions to no longer go through the loop). When the Paladins return, they realize the quintessence plane is sealed off. No one in their universe can ever reach it again. The universe is saved, and the Paladins walk forward to tomorrow, knowing that yesterday is in good hands.

The End

Okay so that was a lot. I hope that if you reached the end of this, you enjoyed it. Do you think I improved it? Or maybe it's just as convoluted and bad as the original, but I tried my best to take all the ideas from Voltron and fit them coherently. Since these were just season summaries there's a lot of stuff I didn't include that I am including in my in depth rewrite like Keith being half Galra, and shipping and stuff. But this rewrite has been eating at my brain for two weeks so I had to put it somewhere.

The reason it's called the Bootstrap AU is obviously because of the Causal Time Loop. No real reason why I added it, I just thought it was fun and funky and shows how the Lions are things that the characters can never truly understand.

[sleeps-au-bag]

yanqing didn't expect to wake up in a box in all honesty. he hadn't expected to fall asleep at all. the last thing he remembered was practicing his forms in his room as he waited for the general to call him for breakfast. there was no way he could have fallen asleep, not when he was training. unless...

a groan was heard right next to him. suddenly, he was hyperaware of the two other people stuck in the box with him. he couldn't move that much considering how little space there was but he did catch a glimpse of white and blue hair respectively. thankfully the box was big enough where they wouldn't be smushed together but it was still tight enough that they were forced to lean against each other.

one of the people snuggled into him, presumably still asleep. whoever says his face felt hot is a liar. the other person (who apparently had their arms around him) adjusted their grip around him. now he was effectively trapped.

the other two were mostly likely still asleep. yanqing started to think about their situation. most likely, they've all been drugged and kidnapped. but by who? it couldn't have been the disciples of sanctus medicus, their numbers have been dwindling by the day and it's impossible to sneak into the general's house without being noticed. that is unless they have someone insane enough in their ranks to do so. another option could be ransom or assassins but neither make sense. why not just kidnap him? why take these two others? why not take on the general directly like all the others?

"huh? where are we?"

yanqing didn't jump. "i don't know myself. i've been awake for a few minutes now." the one with white hair just hummed. she must've noticed they were touching because she suddenly tried to give him space. "oh my gosh, i'm so sorry! i didn't mean to-"

"hey, it's okay! there's not enough room to move in here and you were asleep."

"nnnnngh, my head hurts... huh?! wha-?!" it seems like the other person is awake now. they immediately tried to let go of him but he heard a thump. not big enough to let them move around. noted.

"well, now that we're all awake and stuck here with absolutely no explanation, we should probably introduce ourselves." yup. absolutely a great idea. great job yanqing. totally didn't make things awkward.

"um, i'm clara! i, uh, live in the underground of belobog with mr. svarog." belobog sounded somewhat familiar. isn't that the only city left on that one planet? he'll focus on that later.

"i'm lieutenant yanqing of the cloud knights. i live on the xianzhou luofu which is part of the xianzhou alliance." he could practically feel the person holding him vibrate with excitement.

"greeting, my name is misha. i serve as a bellboy at the reverie hotel on penacony." three different people from three different planets and factions. unless the other two were also important on their own planets, yanqing couldn't see why clara and misha would be taken as well. unless... no. he doesn't want to think about it.

the other two conversed as he thought about reasons as to why they would have been taken. doesn't mean he didn't notice the sudden rise in heat. misha must have noticed as well. could he also use ice or are bellboys just like that? no time to think as the box suddenly opened and they all tumbled out.

he could hear someone talking but he could only focus on clara and misha. no he didn't focus on their faces because he found them kind of pretty! he was just concerned that they were hurt! that's all. yeah.

he heard more groans coming from the room. it seems like they weren't the only ones taken. he looked over and froze. no way. maybe it's just the blue fire making him see things because there was no way.

but there was some way.

"QING-GE?"

"XIAO-BAI?"

not only did they take clara, misha, and him, but whoever kidnapped them also took lady bailu, future ten lord huohuo, and another little girl who clara seemed to know.

just who took them?

[99redragons]

listening to the Gravity Falls commentaries and in the one for Sock Opera (around 19:20 on this vid ) Alex describes Bill as a ‘being of light’ and like… he’s been described as an energy being, a demon, a nonphysical entity, but of light? is that canon? Can we talk about this cause something about Bill seeing the stars and the implication that Euclydians could be beings of light too (kinda makes sense if they also have static blood) just… something something TV static being cosmic radiation, starlight, the power of all seeing vision and wider color spectrums, blue-white being the color of Bill’s fire and blue-white being the hottest color of star. his parallels and fondness for Mabel “Shooting Star”, alliance with Gideon (the star) THE ASSOCIATION BETWEEN THE PYRAMIDS AND CONSTELLATIONS - Egyptians believed that their pharaohs became stars in the northern sky - Bill being depicted manipulating planets, the ‘hole in space,’- Bill’s character existing to drive Dipper insane who HAS A CONSTELLATION ON HIS FOREHEAD AAAH

im going insane if you’re into tau you know how much extra this is driving me

[talonabraxas]

The Gemini New Moon Is Here — Set Your Intentions & Manifest

The Gemini New Moon Is Here — Set Your Intentions & Manifest

Take note: The new moon in Gemini commences on June 6 at 8:37 a.m. ET. New moons mark the beginning of the lunar cycle and offer us a fresh start. Since this lunation falls in the air sign of Gemini, we are aiming to communicate our thoughts — even though some may call them pipe dreams and fantasies — in an effort to be seen, heard, and understood by others. In short: We aren’t holding back. In fact, we are making sure that we are expanding our desires and soaring to new heights.

The new moon links up with Venus in Gemini, Saturn in Pisces, and the nodes of destiny. With the BIG Gemini energy behind the lunation (there is a stellium of planets in the mix: the sun, the moon, Mercury, Venus, and Jupiter), we will buzz around, seeking information before diving into our plans. It’s best to ask those we trust for support and pointers on how to start. If we don’t utilize our resources and connections, we’ll figure things out through trial and error. However, we can avoid this step by seeking the opinion of someone with experience to get the feedback and motivation we need.

The centaur Chiron in Aries offers a healing hand, allowing us to communicate our innermost sentiments. Talking matters out will give us the chance to mend wounds and trauma. Beyond that, we’ll be able to empathize with the plight of others and want to offer advice (even though it may be given without solicitation). Additionally, the asteroid Juno, currently in Virgo, squares the lunation, urging us to seek justice and fairness regarding relationships. Staying in our lanes is vital because people may not be ready or willing to hear what we say, so tread lightly when imparting counsel to others. Be sure to listen to people’s words because they’re trying to grant us their wisdom.

Rigel, one of the brightest fixed stars in the sky, which is found in the constellation of Orion, connects with the new moon. The giant blue star aims to provide abundance and luck. We can expect our desires and intentions to come to fruition quickly, opening doors and bringing success.

According to the astrologer Arielle Guttman, two days before the new moon, the yearly alliance between the sun and Venus is known as Venus “cazimi” and Venus Star Point. This is a magical time to embrace our dreams. The energy is taking us back to 2020 since this is the second part of the vision the Venus Star Point began then. We are at the midpoint of the eight-year cycle of Venus, which means the universe is checking in to see if we are following through on the objectives we set out to attain in 2020. There could be changes to the concepts as we’ve grown. Embrace them! Gemini energy is mutable and fluid, always transcending and evolving.

Since Mercury, the planetary ruler of Gemini, becomes enlightened by Jupiter on the 4th, the celestial energy will inspire us to do amazing things — all of which will contribute to the new moon.

The new moon in Gemini is a marvelous time to set intentions and to manifest. Opportunities will feel limitless because we are more willing to experiment and switch paths to embrace a new game plan. Our minds will be open, and we will want to attain our desires. With the cosmos on our side, it’ll be easier to lean into our goals, and they will be more accessible than ever. The only caveat is that Saturn might pause our timeline and urge us to spend more fuel discussing our aspirations with others to ensure that we are on the right track; however, this won’t stand in the way of using our inventiveness and ideas to create greatness. The advice or opinions of others will benefit us since they’ll show us the right ways to move forward.

Demeter, Kore and Hekate, by Eduardo Chicharro Aguera