#Glass no Shiro

[shoujo-memory]

Glass no Shiro by Watanabe Masako

[eroticlamb]

alice through the looking glass by moon香奈 ₊˚⊹♡

[zegalba]

Issey Miyake Store by Shiro Kuramata (1988) Located: Kobe, Japan

[tarantula-hawk-wasp]

"You've been broken and reformed..." "Do you really think a monster like you could be a Voltron Paladin?" "Crystal Venom " lives rent free in my head. Shiro spends that episode making so many exceptionally distressed expressions.

[ortut]

Shiro Kuramata - Broken Glass Table, 1986 (3-ply glass, 89 mm diameter tubular black painted steel)

[wonderdrive14]

Demon AU stuff :>

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

Hi, I was just rereading today, and I still think it's hilarious how Tsumiki handles Megumi’s divine dogs😭😂

Nanami, highly experienced grade one sorcerer: *appropriately assessing the risks of shikigami in a highly aggressive attack mode whose sorcerer is not coherent enough to order them down properly, trying to find a solution that prevents injury without necessitating the destruction of the shikigami*

Tsumiki, has a decade of being secretly smug that her brother’s shikigami love her best under her belt, ready to bank it all on the fact that her brother’s dogs are Good Boys: nanami would you move your ass

[ethercatia]

Rin Okumura with glasses inspired by father Fugimoto

[oopsalltes]

Doodle

[its-to-the-death]

Glasses Swag Tournament Preliminary Round #16

Only one of these characters will make it into the bracket so vote for your favorite!

[incompleteninny]

The forty-fifth free, unedited chapter of my upcoming book, “The Heist at Cordia Aquarium” is now available on its website (or click here to read from the beginning).

For this chapter, I want to say thanks to my partner for her sage knowledge of religious-community interpersonal skills. So many tiny intricacies of how people interact in religious contexts that I never thought of. I know that’s a bit weird of a note for a chapter that signals the start of a heist, but ex-catholic priests don’t go on heists very often I don’t think.

In front of Thea, voices — mid-argument — pour out of the parking garage's entrance; each word resonates in an odd harmony of anger and hollowness. She wrings a sweat-slicked palm around the handle of her cane. Not even five-thirty and the sun is already slipping below the horizon, casting the streets in a haze of oranges. Damp hair clings to Thea's neck. She runs a finger between her skin and the collar of her cassock, desperate for relief from the heat of the heavy fabric. "Don't be nervous. No, no need to be nervous at all."

A cloud passes in front of the sun and the warm tones surrounding her flicker. She forces a foot forward, then another. One after one tempered by hesitation, like she's bit down on a fishing hook and is trying to escape.

But she can't. She's helpless. Past the threshold, the arguing voices envelope her, echoing off concrete surroundings and hitting her from every angle. Her self-directed pep talk shrinks to a whisper. "You're going to be fine; it'll be over before you know it."

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[empty-blog-for-lurking]

I think it is genuinely really funny that of all the Lance's from my different aus, the most chill one out of all of them is the one who got violently murdered and came back as an unperceivable eldritch horror whose first act after coming back was vengence on the guy who killed him and then steal his house.

[incorrect-fandom]

Shiroe: It's so dumb. Marielle: It's so dumb, it's brilliant! Shiroe: NO! It's just dumb!

[sentofight]

ooc. magic vs alchemy thread when?? aside from that, i wanna think more about older edward. traveling further and into a different direction from Al makes me cry a little bit. like, they haven't been away for a long time (lets not talk about THAT moment thank you very much). he'd most likely be defaulted to papa ed mode XD maes hughes raised him well ok?

[ridiasfangirlings]

Munashiro, Reisi gets into a heated argument with someone. Reisi begins threatening them, so Adolf, picks up Reisi and carries/drags him out of the room before anyone gets hurt.

Someone must have really hit a level of stupid and terrible if Munakata is getting that angry, especially if we’re talking a point in canon where Mikoto’s already dead. I’m just imagining some idiot bureaucrat getting really bold and saying all his bad stuff about S4, about Munakata’s people and his leadership abilities and maybe just to really get himself in hot water he starts insulting Shiro too. Munakata is not pleased to hear someone insulting either his boyfriend or his men (imagine the guy even singles out like Awashima for being a woman and Fushimi for being a brat so now Munakata is extra protective). Munakata doesn’t really yell at the guy though, in this case I see him being more passive aggressive outwardly polite but that was absolutely a threat buried underneath all the fancy words instead.

The politician guy doesn’t actually even realize that he’s just been horribly insulted so he keeps digging the hole deeper, Shiro is laughing weakly as Munakata gets this horrible smirk and pushes up his glasses. Munakata’s glasses shine and Shiro realizes ‘oh shit,’ imagine he stands up really fast and says actually why don’t we all take a toilet break. Everyone turns to look at him, having quite forgotten that Shiro was even there with the way Munakata is commanding the room, and Shiro just gives a weak smile as he grabs Munakata’s arm all come on Reisi let’s go get some coffee. Munakata starts to argue and Shiro just pulls with all his might, like I really need some coffee. Afterward Shiro sighs in relief, it’s a good thing the Slate is gone or Munakata absolutely would have called his Sword of Damocles there. Munakata is slightly abashed as he coughs and pushes up his glasses again, saying he may have gotten carried away and thanking Shiro for the sudden assist. Shiro smiles thinly and says even the Blue King loses his cool sometimes huh, well that’s why Shiro is here to help.

[seldomscilence16]

Whumptober Day 22:

"They never saw us coming, 'till they hit the floor."

Glass shard | Vehicular accident | "Watch out!"

Alt. Prompt: no.4 decoy

Fandom: Voltron

Prompts used: All

So this one is a little rushed as well, cause I wanted to put so much but needed to keep it short lol. Like with day 21 I tried to do angst with another character, but Lance still got most of it. I have too many headcanons dudes. Also the lyric was used like an inside joke, I will come up with a moment if someone asks lol.

TW for OC character death and like mentions of Lances near/death experiences.

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Space was weird.

They all knew it, each new experience up here reminded them that their life was this crazy mess now. That they had to figure out how to face everything as it came at them, because it could mean the end of their lives or that of the universe if they didn't.

Lance knew this intimately, he'd looked death in the face a few times from different distances, had kissed him once for the briefest moment- though it left a chill in his bones even still. He wonders if Shiro has that chill sometimes, the man never seemed cold, but that didn't mean anything really.

He stares at the mess before him, ears ringing, cheek pressed against the cold floor- where was his helmet?- and shards of glass- the space equivalent anyway, he couldn't recall the name- scattered everywhere he looked. He moves his arm across the floor, the drag of something in his arm stinging something terrible, to help push himself up. He had things to do, he had to make sure the team was okay, there were bad guys to beat.

His body protests every movement, but as he gets his knees under him, gets his bearings, what he's supposed to be doing comes back to him like a hammer to the gut.

"Quiznack. Alright Lance, you have a job to do."

Standing is hard, but he handles it with a spite like determination, his helmet is nearby, the view screen cracked and pretty beat up, but necessary for his mission. The comms are wrecked, a squeal in his ear, static, a word or two, and more feedback than anything, he switches it off.

"Looks like I'm on my own." What's new?

He adjusts his armor, grimacing at the red color, so used to the familiar soothing blues, but it's temporary, it had a purpose. His wrist HUD is a little glitchy, and he finds a large shard of glass sticking out of his arm, but his directions are visible and the shard- shars probably- is fine for now. Something about pulling it out seems like a bad idea without bandages- a bitter thought about how his original armor definitely had bandages in it crosses his mind but he pushes it away.

"Alright, big bady shouldn't be far, just plug in the device, get his attention and run. You got this, you can handle this." The building- the one belonging to the overlord of this planet, the overlord they are trying to overthrow to free the people- is surprisingly neat and guard free as Lance makes his way through the halls towards the grid he's supposed to plug the device into. "Keith better appreciate this."

It's even more worrying to find the very important server room where the grid lays to also be unguarded, but he's gonna take what he can get. Once the little light on the device Pidge gave him turns green, he leaves the room, seals the door, and begins part 2.

"Alright, Mission pretending to be Keith to distract the bad guy is a go." He mumbles.

Pulling his bayard out he takes a deep breath, and runs.

Keith paces the length of his cell, fury burning in every nerve. He can't believe he got captured, and he wasn't even on a dang mission! He was just shopping! But he'd asked about Voltron- he just wanted to hear how they were doing- and someone had heard and suddenly he was being interrogated by some huge guy who hit like a quiznacking truck, and they wanted the Red Paladin, but Keith was a Blade now, Lance was the Blue-Turned-Red Paladin and he wouldn't freakin tell this snoz where Lance was.

But now he was alone, with at least a broken rib if the wheeze in his breathing meant anything, with no way out unless he could get this dang darn door to-

Open…

The door just, opened. No one outside of it, he hadn't done anything to it- besides kick it, but his foot just hurt from that so- and now it was-

"Don't have all day, dummy." A voice- oh so familiar- comes from the electric lock pad on the door, Pidges little gremlin hacker head laughing on the screen.

"Pidge, how did you guys even know I was here??" Keith steps out of his cell, looking around the deserted hallway.

"Kolivan noted your absence and didn't tell us he was worried, or to come find you, nope."

"And you guys came to find me? How'd you hack in remotely?" Keith is touched that not only did Kolivan contact his team for him, but that his team came for him at all.

"Keith, I will literally answer all your questions if you can get out of there alive. Lance is distracting the big guy-"

"What!? The really big dude that hits like a truck!?" Keith feels panic swirl in his aching gut, but Lance was probably distance fighting so it was fi-

"He'll be fine, he's being you, now get out of their numbskull."

"What do you mean, being me?"

"Seriously Kei-"

"Pidge! The guy has been looking for the Red Paladin, he beat the quiznack out of me for information. Please tell me Lance isn't-"

"Keith." Shiro's voice filters through the small speaker, "Get out of there, and Lance will follow the plan."

"The plan, Shiro please tell me you didn't purposefully send Lance-"

"He's the Decoy, because you are the Red Paladin Keith-"

"You did a whole damn show about how I definitely wasn't the Red Paladin anymore! Shiro this guy has no guards, he doesn't need them, tell me where Lance is or so help me-"

"Pidge-"

"No! You didn't tell us any of that!! Keith he's in the East wing of the building! Hurry! We lost contact after his pod entered the premises!"

"Shit!" Keith takes off down the hallway, telling his protesting body to shut up, he had to get to Lance!

Lance is beginning to think the universe is telling him something. Like yeah, it has been telling him a lot of things- he's working on it- but this 'always close to dying' thing was getting old. Like, he gets it, he sucks, but chill.

He ducks under another swing, keeping his breaths short as he bends, and comes up to shoot at the hulking aliens back. His skin sizzles and he roars, but he simply turns to come at Lance again.

"You've got issues dude." Lance pants, head spinning.

“Perhaps, but one will be taken care of as soon as I am through with you.” He growls back, taking Keith’s luxite blade from his waistband and raising the dagger threateningly.

Lance gives his own growl,

“That doesn’t belong to you.”

“What, are you going to take it?” He taunts, giving no time for a retort as he lunges.

Lance grits his teeth, his blaster changes last second, flashing into his sword form as he counters the downward strike, twisting just enough to fling the blade from a meaty hand, however, it does not stop the bulldozer from hitting Lance. He grunts, back hitting the wall, sword pinned between them.

“Your time is through, Red Paladin.”

“They never saw us coming,” Lance gives a bloody grin to the confused tyrant.

“‘Till they hit the floor.” Keith’s voice is a growl to join the club, his blade- now elongated- slashes across the aliens back.

Like Lance's shot, it only has the alien lashing out in anger, but Lance is free to join Keith.

“You were supposed to run.” The Cuban comments.

“And let you have all the fun?” Keith gives him a once over, glaring at their opponent angrily at the damage done, “Nice sword.”

“You’ve missed a lot.”

“Then let’s finish this sharpshooter, and you can tell me all about it!”

The battle is on once again, though this time they are on the offensive. Fighting side by side like they’d been doing it all their lives, their team would probably be shocked. Lances bayard changes forms fluidly, Keith hadn’t even known it could take so many for one Paladin, he really had missed a lot. They have the alien tyrant beat, he’s finally swaying on his feet, another blast to the knee and a cut to his ankle, has him going down hard.

“Ha! ‘Till they hit the floor!”

Lance's face, obscured by blood as it is, lights up in a way Keith realized he had missed very much. In the few video calls home he’d made during his time with the blade, the team had seemed different, Lance had stood on the edges, a frown on his lips that unsettled Keith. He never wanted this smile to leave the Cuban again. He moves closer, hand outstretched, to say something, when the smile falls,

“Watch out!”

Keith is shoved out of the way, as Lance takes the charging alien in his stead. Everything seems to blur as time slows and speeds forward at the same time somehow, Keith’s ears ring, his feet feel like he’s running through sludge, there’s a shout, a noise, the tumbling figures stop moving.

“LANCE!” He shoves at the lifeless form, dead weight taking all his might to roll off. There’s a smoldering hole between his eyes, and Lance is wheezing but alive.

“S’ry mullet, gonna need yer h’lp ag’n.”

“I got you, sharpshooter. Just stay with me.”

“Yer bad at math too.” His mumbles taper off, his eyes sliding closed.

Keith doesn’t remember getting him to the Castle, doesn’t recall getting him into a pod, but he's stationed before one now, refusing to leave Lance's side until it spits him out, because he knows Lance hates them. Shiro, or rather his lookalike, is in stasis in another pod, Lotor too even further apart from the Cuban. Things had gone to shit, but they could handle it… together.