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fistfulofgammarays · 2 years

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🏥 for the prompt meme please :) P.S. if you want, I would be happy to write something for you cuz your writing is awesome - Pippythewriter

Extremely late, but here it is.

🏥 - proper medical attention

Keith doesn’t really come all the way back to himself until it’s all over. The body’s shoulders heave under his hands, once, twice. Allura takes a quiet, gasping breath, and the Black Lion looms like a thundercloud at the back of his head. Something slides into place and settles, and suddenly the body feels like Shiro again.

He opens his eyes and finds Shiro looking up at him, hazy and stunned. The rest of his hair’s gone white, some distant part of him notices. “Hey,” he tries against the best grin he can manage, and it comes out creaky and hoarse.

“Hey,” Shiro says back to him, and some of the haze clears from his eyes. There’s a raucous cheer and babble of voices from the group at large, and Shiro waves back to them, saying something that Keith loses in the sound of Hunk sniffling noisily to his left. He passes out again after only a minute or so, but he still feels like Shiro, and the unconsciousness just feels like sleep.

Keith rocks back on his heels, suddenly aware of the press of gravity on his knees and shins, the bloom of bruises through his shoulders and back and hips, the dull ache that might be something fractured in his ribcage, and the way his right eye waters at the hot, swollen lash of the burn across his face. Across from him, Allura sways, the phosphorescence of her pupils at low ebb. Coran catches her shoulders before she can visibly topple. The clamor of voices is suddenly too loud and too close, pins and needles at the back of his neck, a blurred crush of noise stuffing his ears. His breath strangles in his chest and the nearness of Hunk and Krolia’s bodies next to him presses tight and claustrophobic along his spine, making his shoulders crawl. He digs his nails into his palms, a sensation bright and singular as a star, and backs himself a little ways out of the circle until he has the space to breathe again.

They wind up moving Shiro and Allura into the Black Lion’s hold. Nobody quite comes out and says it, but there’s a palpable, unspoken anxiety that Shiro might slip loose of his moorings again. They cram the hold full of people and medical supplies, cots carefully set up on opposite walls, the small space close and echoing with the combined noise of nearly a dozen people trying to be quiet. Keith takes himself into the corner by Shiro’s cot and busies himself stowing what they’d been able to grab of Shiro’s personal effects into a storage rack. It puts half a bulkhead between him and the rest of the room, damps the noise and the closeness a little.

He lingers a selfish breath after the others have shuffled out, closes his eyes against the dim light and the sear of the burn on his cheek and lets himself lean against the wall. Lets his hands clench again, tries to focus on the quiet, singular sound of his breath. There’s a flux on the edge of his awareness and the smell of ozone, and the wolf is suddenly seated in front of him, wriggling his shoulders into the narrow space Keith occupies. He takes a breath and buries his hands in the soft warmth of his fur, thinks about maybe going to sleep right here in the dark and quiet.

“Are you… all right?”

He startles at Allura’s voice, opens his eyes to find her sitting up on the pallet, watching him carefully. He pries himself upright and holds back a wince as the ache in his ribs bites dully at his side. “Yeah. Just tired.” He eyes her critically. The markings on her cheeks are dull, almost colorless. “Are you all right?”

Her lips pull up ruefully. “I am tired as well.”

He gives a huff under his breath, almost chops it short when it comes out more like a galra noise than a human one. Allura eyes him thoughtfully, but she doesn’t comment. “Thank you,” he says after a moment. “For bringing him back.”

“I could not have done it if you had not found him first.”

It calls up the memory of Shiro, insubstantial and alone in the endless space of the Black Lion’s domain, and he has to look away. “Still. Thank you.”

“Of course.” A small silence comes down, but just when he’s about to make his excuses and leave, she gestures to her cheek. “You should have that seen to.”

The burn gives another vicious pulse up through his cheekbone and he has to close his eyes against it. “It’s all right. I don’t know how many medical supplies we managed to save.” It hurts, but it’s not life-threatening. So long as he keeps it clean, it’ll probably be fine.

“Surely we can spare a hand’s length of bandage,” she says. She frowns up at him, and after a moment, pats at the stool parked by the cot before reaching for the medical kit. “Here. I can do it now.” He blinks and she pauses. “Unless you do not want me to, of course. Even so, you should take care of it.”

He hesitates. They’d all patched each other up at some point, back when he’d been flying Red, but that feels like a long time ago. Allura waits patiently, the kit in her hands as the seconds drag out, and his cheek gives another hot, agonizing pulse. He swallows. “All right.”

He crosses the hold, the wolf padding alongside him, and sits down awkwardly in front of her. She opens one of the sterile packets. “I’m afraid this will hurt.”

“I know.” He still can’t keep himself from jerking back when she dabs the cleaning pad at the wound, a hiss boiling through his teeth. The wolf’s ears flatten and he digs the fingers of his right hand into his ruff. “Sorry,” he gets out.

Allura pulls back, her brow creased. “I wish we had something gentler.”

“It’s fine.”

He takes a few breaths in and out while the sting blurs into the miserable throb of the burn. After a moment, he drags the stool over to the corner where he can brace himself against the wall and gives Allura a shaky nod to continue. Her mouth goes tight, but she brings the pad up to his face again.

It’s no better being prepared for it, and his eyes tear up after only a couple of swipes. She winds up giving him a wad of gauze to hold over his right eye, and he keeps himself as still as he can, the muscles in his neck taut. It’s a wretched, agonizing experience, but she’s quick and efficient, and when it’s done, he sags in place, sweat cooling in the hollow of his throat.

“The next part will not be so bad,” she tells him. Nevertheless, she takes her time disposing of the sterilizing pad and rummaging through the kit. Her eyes dart up to him a moment before her gaze flicks away to the wolf where he leans his massive, shaggy weight into Keith’s hip. “Can I ask where you’ve been?” she says softly.

He closes his eyes and opens them again. “The Quantum Abyss.”

She stays quiet for a moment, lips pursed as she picks through the supplies. “Then some time has passed for you.”

“Yeah.” He’s not sure what else to say to that. Maybe she isn’t either - the silence draws out while she straightens the supplies.

“Here,” she says finally, opening another packet. “Keep still if you can. I do not think this will hurt, but I will try to be quick.”

He reflexively braces himself anyways, but she’s right. It goes on so cold that his nerves can’t decipher the initial sensation, but by the time she’s swabbed it up past the point where the burn pulls at the corner of his mouth, it’s started to blunt the worst edges of the pain and his eyes shutter closed in unexpected relief.

“It hasn’t been so long for us,” she says. “But you should know that we have missed you. All of us.” He blinks his eyes open, a little startled, and she gives him a slight, uncomfortable smile. “None of us were at our best, but I think we have all regretted the circumstances of your leaving.”

“I…” He blinks again, wishes he had an excuse to look somewhere else. But Allura’s hand is steady on his cheek as she coats the burn with the salve. “It was what was best at the time.”

She swipes gently at the burn where it creeps across the edge of his orbital and fishes for a bandage. “Perhaps. But you should still know.” He should probably say something to that, but Allura smooths the bandage onto the underside of his jaw and he’s forced to keep still while she finishes. It hurts less than he was expecting, nothing more than a hot dull throb up through his jaw and cheekbone.

“Thank you,” he says when she’s done.

“Of course.”

He sits there for a little bit, watching Allura’s hands as she repacks the medical kit, the twinned shine of her hair and Shiro’s in the dim violet light of the hold. The Black Lion’s quiet, looming presence seeps through the back of his thoughts. The other Lions are resonant pinpricks against her, Red fiercer and brighter than the rest. He can barely hear a murmur of voices outside the open ramp, Lance bickering with Pidge with occasional interjections from Hunk in a sensible, exasperated tone. “I missed all of you too,” he says. “It’s… good to be back.”

And it is. Despite the unaccustomed noise and closeness and the claustrophobic press of bodies and voices, he’s missed this, missed them.

“We are glad to have you here,” Allura says gravely.

He pulls himself upright after a moment and stands, a little stiffly. “You should get some rest.”

“As should you.”

“I will. I swear.”

She throws him a long, skeptical glance, but it softens after a moment. “Then rest well.”

“You too.”

He heads back up out of the hold towards the murmur of voices outside, the wolf pacing next to him. The bruises ache and his ribs twinge and the pulse up through his cheekbone pounds, but there’s a makeshift stove set up outside, the others ringed tightly around it while Hunk stirs something. It’s loud and bright, but he takes the spot next to Krolia, a little distant from the center, just quiet enough not to be overwhelming. Lance and Hunk and Pidge chatter back and forth like jackdaws, but they throw his name out to him every few sentences, keeping him in orbit around their small bright point. The wolf thumps himself down at Keith’s back, and slowly he sinks into a doze.

Tomorrow, he’ll move himself a little closer in. And eventually, the noise and closeness will be familiar again.

#voltron #vld #keith kogane #allura #asks #stuff I wrote #pippythewriter

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feeisamarshmallow · 2 years

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Hmmm, I've been wondering. What are your thoughts on Ace!Lane

Ouuu thanks for the question Pippy!

I'm pretty much here for any and all ace headcanons, so YES. It could very much make sense with canon--you could read her desire to wait until marriage as a disinterest in sex. And of course canonically, she did not enjoy the first time she had sex at all. All of these could totally point to ace Lane. Of course, there's also a fair amount of religious trauma and stuff from her upbringing around sex to unpack. And while it could largely be separate from her ace-ness, it could also impact her identity as asexual (and that's perfectly valid ofc!).

Although, from a story arc point of view, I have to say, I do have a few reservations. Although real ace people like Lane exist, who've been raised to fear and dislike sex and then realize they actually don't have much sexual attraction anyways, I always wanted to see her have an arc that ends in a sort of triumph over her mother and her upbringing, if that makes sense? I was actually pretty unhappy with the writing decision to have Lane not have a good first time experience and then have her immediately get pregnant with twins. I wanted to see her (finally) enjoy sleeping with Zach, after all the barriers she faced! (Even though he's no Dave Rygalski...) Does that make sense?

But if I do headcanon Ace!Lane, I headcanon she moves to NYC, where the band starts to see local success and where she meets some queer friends who help her understand asexuality. Then she goes on a beautiful journey of self-acceptance and rock n roll, all while raising her wonderful sons (who will never be told to fear sex!).

Also, while we're talking about ace headcanons--potentially that's partly where Mrs. Kim was coming from, maybe she's ace too (although would probably never identify that way).

Lemme raise you a few more aro/ace headcanons:

I'm also super partial to Demi! or Ace!Luke. (Maybe one of the reasons he waits so long to get with Lorelai is because he knows there are parts of a potential relationship that he'll never be entirely comfortable with....maybe that's why his relationship with Nicole was so dysunctional....maybe that's why Rachel was his only long-term relationship). Again, I don't think Luke would actually know these terms, but *I* do, and that makes me happy.

And finally, aro lesbian Paris???? She lives rent free in my brain.

#fee says stuff #asexuality #pippythewriter #gilmore girls #gilmore girls meta #fee writes meta

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noromojustkeith · 5 years

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Pippythewriter submitted to noromojustkeith:

Okay, so I’m Pippythewriter. I’m fanwriter who has been lurking in the shadows of various fanfic sites for several years. I’ve been reading fanfic since April of 2013. I’ve been a (relatively) silent part of the Voltron fandom for a little over a year now, and a lot has happened since then. I want you to know that after many years of not understanding my feelings towards other people, your blog personally helped me discover that I’m ace, and that that means a lot to me. Through your Tumblr I’ve found a handful of others in the same place as me. So in return I give you this story. It may not seem like much and it’s very choppy, full of typos and antiquated info, but I’ve never shared my writings and I thought this was a good start. I hope you enjoy. Introducing, October 23rd.

My apologies for taking a little to get to this submission; been away this weekend at a family event. But this was so neat to find when I opened my inbox today! I’m thrilled to hear that this blog has had such a positive impact on you, and flattered to death that it encouraged you to share your writing! (Which, by the way, you did a great job on! You have given me EMOTIONS!)

The fic in question is under the cut!

October 23, 2066

Kyle Kogane knows only 3 things right now. First, he is now 18. Second, he LOVES racing on his hoverbike. And third, because of the other 2 things he’s never felt freer in his life. That is, until he crashes. One second he’s speeding across the desert and he’s feeling the wind in his hair, and next thing he knows he’s got a cut on his eyebrow that’s sure to scar with his arm broken. His parents lecture him on how he should know better than to do things like this at his age. And he and his little brother Kent just nod their heads. Of course, mere moments after his parents leave the room his brother is at his bedside raving about how cool that was. Kyle promises he’ll teach him how some day.

October 23, 2067

A year later and that race seems miles away, standing at his parents grave hugging his sobbing brother close to him. He doesn’t cry, not until his brother’s safe in bed next to him after crying himself to sleep. Then he finally lets go, and makes a tearful promise to his parents that he’ll try his hardest to do better. To be the big brother Kent deserves, and maybe, to someday be even half the father his was.

October 23, 2071

A few more years have passed and now Kent’s on his own, and Kyle’s a firefighter. He’s working hard to save people from what he couldn’t save his parents from. He married a beautiful woman, they had a child that he loves more than all the stars in the sky. He loves her, Krolia, too. He misses her dearly, though he knows that she left to protect them. Which may sound like an excuse, but to be fair the survival of earth actually depended upon it. Now Keith’s a year old and the spitting image of his mother. Keith misses her dearly as well and is making it known by wailing his little heart out. He hasn’t said any real words yet, but Kyle isn’t worried, as Kent didn’t speak until he was 5 and he turned out fine… Well, mostly fine. Anyway, so he does the only thing he can think of and swaddles the kid and takes him out to see the stars. Surprisingly enough, it works, and Keith starts gurgling and laughing happily.

“I don’t know how, but I think you just figured out where your Mama is.”

October 23, 2075

Keith’s 5 now, and is about to start kindergarten. Kyle’s temper flares when they want to put him in the CDC class just because he still has trouble with verbal speech. He tries to explain to them that he taught Keith Morse code, and that if he has a nonverbal episode, he’ll use that. Eventually though, he has to compromise, and they agree that Keith can go to mainstream if he takes speech and if he sees a therapist. Kyle reluctantly agrees and after several hours with the behavioral therapist, they get a diagnosis. Autism. Keith, has autism. They want to put him on medication for it, but Kyle refuses. On the way home from Keith’s first day of school Keith has a thoughtful look on his face.

“Daddy?” He asks.

“Yes kiddo?” Kyle replies.

“What does retard mean?” When Keith asks that Kyle almost crashes the car.

“Who called you that?” Kyle bites out angrily.

“Why?” Keith asks.

“Keith, tell me who called you that.” Kyle repeated, trying to keep the anger out of his voice.

“His name is James, but what does it mean?” Keith asks, nothing but innocent curiosity in his eyes and Kyle sighs. Kyle was hoping this wouldn’t happen at least for a few more years.

“It’s…” Kyle tries to gather his thoughts. How do you tell your autistic 5 year old that he just got called the allistic version of the N word? “It’s not a very nice thing to say.”

“Oh…” Keith replies, eyebrows furrowing. Before Keith can question further, Kyle interjects.

“How’d you like to get a soda to celebrate your first day of school?” Kyle asks, and Keith’s face lights up.

“Can I get strawberry fanta?” Keith asks and Kyle chuckles.

“Okay, just this once.” Kyle concedes, and the way Keith’s beaming is almost worth the headache he’ll get later from Keith bouncing off the walls (red dye number 5 is a truly terrifying foe)

October 23, 2080

Keith will never forget his feelings that day. The utter terror of facing an early death. The pain of the flames licking his cheeks and the smoke in his lungs. The crushing loneliness of realizing that he was all by himself. And the all consuming guilt that his father died saving him. Kyle Kogane died a hero at 31, just 3 days shy of 32. He survived by his 10 year old son and his brother who couldn’t take care of him because of a technicality. Keith remembers his dad’s last words to him.

“Keith, when I’m gone-” Kyle started, but a sobbing Keith interrupted him.

“No dad. You’re not gonna die. You- you can’t! You- you just can’t!” Keith stuttered, and Kyle stroked Keith’s long hair through his fingers like he always had to soothe him.

“Keith, you know I love you more than all the stars in the sky, but this is out of my hands. But no matter what happens I want you to remember that I love you.” Kyle said fighting off his own tears.

“N-no y-you-” Keith stuttered.

“I’m sorry kiddo.” Kyle said, as he closed his eyes for the last time. These are the things Keith will never forget. But there are things that he won’t remember. His first social worker’s name, the first family he was placed with, even the first year after his father died. He won’t remember not speaking aloud for that year, though he frantically tapped out Morse code to anyone he thought might listen. And years later he would forget what their home together looked like before it went down in ashes, no matter how hard he’d try.

October 23, 2085

“Shiro?” Keith asks tentatively, and he gets a warm smile in return.

“What is it Keith?” Shiro asks.

“Can you take me somewhere? Tomorrow?” Keith asks.

“That depends, where do you want to go?” Shiro asks.

“Nevermind, forget it.” Keith says, not making eye contact.

“Keith, I have to know where we’re going. Otherwise how are we supposed to get there?” Shiro tries to lighten the mood but Keith still won’t look him in the eye. Shiro sobers. “Keith, what’s going on, huh? What’s wrong?”

“I… The place I want to go to is a graveyard.” Keith states vaguely.

“Okay, which one?” Shiro asks, and Keith, of all things, blushes.

“I- I’m not sure what it’s called. It’s, the one in the city? For… For ‘fallen heroes’? I think…” Keith asks, unsure.

“I think I know which one you’re talking about, I can take you there.” Shiro replies, smiling reassuringly.

“Thanks.” Keith says.

“Okay well, if we’re going to make that trip tomorrow you better get some sleep.” Shiro states, firm but kind.

“That’s all you’re gonna say?” Keith asks, confused.

“What else would I say?” Shiro asks.

“You’re not gonna ask me any questions?” Keith asks, afraid of the answer.

“Why would I?” Shiro asks curiously.

“I don’t know, just… I don’t know.” Keith trails off. Shiro gives him that same reassuring smile.

“I figure you’ll tell me when you’re ready.” Shiro shrugs, and Keith finally looks at him.

“Thank you.” Keith replies empathetically.

“No problem kiddo.” Shiro says, not knowing what he’s gotten himself into. He finds out at 5 AM when he hears a knock on his and Matt’s door. Thankfully Matt is still (not after waking up, but STILL awake) awake, and answers.

“Why if it isn’t Kashi’s shadow? You want me to get him? SHIRO! Keith’s here for your late night escapades!” Matt yells, Shiro groans.

“It’s 5 in the morning Matt.” Shiro says and winces when he realizes his mistake.

“Well then someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.” Matt says and narrowly misses the pillow that Shiro throws at him. “Sorry Keith. But it looks like it’s too early for your hero to do the one thing-”

“I’m up, I’m up.” Shiro protests and proceeds to get up. “Just give me a second to get dressed.” Keith nods and Shiro gets dressed. “Okay, let’s go.” The ride to the graveyard is silent, with Keith looking out the window with a solemn look on his face. “Alright, we’re here.”

“Can… Can you wait in the car? I won’t be long.” Keith asks, the tentative tone returning.

“Sure, take all the time you need.” Shiro reassures. He thinks he hears Keith mumble 'thanks’, and Keith leaves the car. While Keith’s gone Shiro catches up on his emails and gets sucked into a bizzare pun war with Matt and his little sister Katie.

“Okay, we can go back now.” Keith says as he gets in the car, and Shiro can’t help but notice how his voice wavers.

“Buckle up.” Shiro states and Keith nods, once again refusing to make eye contact. “You okay?”

“I’m fine.” Keith shrugs, buckling his seatbelt.

“Alright. But I’m here if you need to talk.” Shiro says, and is met with a contemplative silence.

“My dad was a firefighter.” Keith whispers so softly that Shiro almost doesn’t catch it.

“That’s cool. Did he save a lot of people?” Shiro says, and quickly realizes it was the wrong thing to say because Keith flinches. “You sure you’re alright?”

“I’m fine.” Keith states weakly, but Shiro’s getting more because Keith’s shaking now. Shiro pulls over.

“Keith, Keith it’s okay. You don’t have to talk about it if you’re not ready.” Shiro tries to reassure Keith, but he’s inconsolable at this point.

“No! No, I… I have to.” Keith states almost resignedly.

“Are you sure?” Shiro is met with silence. “Keith…”

“You deserve to know.” Keith says, and this time it’s said with the determination that Shiro remembers.

“Okay, take your time.” Shiro reassures softly.

“My dad, he… He was the only one who cared about me. For a long time it was just the 2 of us. When I was 10 there was… Our house caught on fire. He gave me his breathing mask… We both got out but… He died a couple of hours later in the hospital. It was a little over 5 years ago.” Keith was trying so hard not to cry at this point and Shiro could tell.

“Keith I’m…” Shiro starts, but trails off. Instead he decides to start stroking Keith’s hair, not knowing that Kyle would have done the same thing. Keith finally breaks down, and Shiro pulls him into a hug. “It’s okay Keith, I’m… I’m not your father but I’m here. And I’ll never give up on you.”

October 23, 2087

Keith hasn’t gotten off the couch in 3 days. It’s been 2 months since the Kerberos went offline. 66 days since the Kerberos crew was declared dead. 1589 hours since Shiro… 3674598 minutes since he became alone. 94608000 seconds since he found someone again. 5720400000 milliseconds since he became alone again. Keith so desperate for a distraction that he used the calculator to do the math. He had to get up, so he did. He took his old hoverbike to the graveyard and visited his dad’s grave.

“H-hey dad I…” Keith trails off and there’s no one to stop his impending breakdown now. He wants someone anyone, to come to him and stroke his hair like Shiro, or like the father he tries so hard not to forget but finds slipping away little by little. He remembers both and cries himself to sleep when no one comes.

October 23, 2088

The day after the incident with Lotor and the storm planet is the day Keith’s been dreading all week. He hides in his room and turns off the lights. He knows that he messed up, that he should apologize to the team, to Allura. But the person he really wants to apologize to isn’t here and it’s his fault. And as if the universe wants to punish him there’s a knock on the door.

“Hey Mullet. Come on, open up!” It’s Lance, obviously. Keith doesn’t have the energy to argue so he opens the door wordlessly and let’s Lance in. “Hunk made those amazing arepas for breakfast you have t-”

“Lance is there something important you want to talk about?” Keith says, feeling guilty but wanting Lance to let him suffer in silence.

“Well I just wanted to cheer you up, but since you insist on being the broody loner why don’t we talk about how you totally demeaned Allura’s idea that she was totally right about, by the way.” Lance states angrily.

“I messed up okay! You try leading!” Keith retorts defensively.

“Here we go again! Keith gets to be leader and he’s pouting about it!” Lance replies.

“Do you think this is easy?” Keith asks.

“I think we deserve better!” Lance answers.

“Do you think I don’t know that?! Do you think I WANT this?!” Keith yells, and Lance is taken aback.

“What?” Lance asks, startled.

“How do you think I feel?! Knowing I’m failing the team, that I’m failing the ONE PERSON THAT CARES ABOUT ME! Knowing that my dad would have been 40 today and that the universe would have been better off if he’d put the STUPID MASK on himself instead of ME!” By the end of his rant Keith is panting and tears are running down his face. Lance doesn’t know what to say.

“What did that last part mean?” Lance asks, afraid of the answer.

“What?” Keith asks.

“The last thing you said, the part about your dad.” Lance answers.

“What are you talking about?” Keith asks and Lance gets upset.

“You KNOW what I’m talking about, the part where you said you SHOULD HAVE DIED instead of your dad.” Lance states on the verge of tears.

“Just forget about it.” Keith blows it off.

“Now you see I can’t forget it, because ONE OF MY CLOSEST FRIENDS JUST SAID THAT THEY WISH WERE DEAD, and that is NOT I repeat NOT okay!” Lance is crying now.

“I’m sorry.” Keith chokes out.

“You don’t have to be sorry, you just need to ask for help.” Lance states firmly.

“I just… I don’t know how.” Keith stutters, still holding it in. Lance pulls him in for a hug, and strokes his hair. Keith finally let’s go.

“… Lance?” Keith mumbles.

“Yeah buddy?” Lance asks.

“I… I need help.”

#fic #vld keith #keith #keith (voltron)#autistic keith #keith's dad #shiro #lance #angst #great work!#pippythewriter

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fandomfan315 · 2 years

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I just saw that you reblogged a Gravity Falls comic and just um, I just got into Gravity Falls recently and don't know many people in the fandom so if you like Gravity Falls and want to talk to someone about it I would 100% be up for it :)

0h !! I haven't watched the entirety of gravity falls nor have I watched it in a while but the overall story and characters have always just stuck to me 😅 howeverrr if YOU would like to infodump and excitedly talk abt lore or characters or stories in my inbox then honestly? All here for it. Go forth and be happy abt your show :) I'll be eating popcorn and reading the infodumps like a 5 year old getting storytime in kindergarten lmao

#dee speaks #ask #answered asks #pippythewriter #idk how old kids are in kindergarten actually ;-;

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yelmor-boots · 3 years

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Since I’ve only gotten around to reading the first part of Pippythewriter’s Ohana series - and am only half-way through the second part - I decided to draw and post this quick comic based off of the one scenes in the series that has sparked my creativity thus far. I haven’t gotten too far into the series quite yet but I can already tell it is worth the read. There’s an endearing focus on Broganes and our favorite boy-o Matt. This is requested by @hotmessexpress99, AKA the writer of the fic.

The writing is truly endearing and talented from the bit I’ve seen - and I’m always interested in the backgrounds of the characters. I will love to read more of their fics in the future as well as draw more art for them. 😉

#based off of pippythewriter's ohana series #shiro #keith #broganes #a little review on a nice fanfic #vld #voltron #legendary defender #request #my art #proud of the lighting on this one

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actress4him · 2 years

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Not really sure if this was how I was supposed to send a request for the bad things happen bingo but uno, so I was thinking.. Keith with the impaled chest with the additional character of lotor as the one who impales him. Like maybe Keith gets separated from the team & goes after lotor and then the team find him and have to try to save him 🤔

Anonymous said:

May I please request impaled chest with Keith and your choice of comforter please? - Pippythewriter

Took me long enough to get around to my most-requested prompt, but it’s finally here!

@badthingshappenbingo

Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Prompt: Impaled chest

Warnings: talk of death, stabbing, blood, coughing up blood, near-death experience

Another day of putting on shows and throwing parties. Keith tries as best he can to hide how much it aggravates him, but it doesn’t stop Lance from making comments all day long about his ‘grumpy face’.

It’s just…don’t they know this is a war? Don’t they remember that Lotor is still out there, that no one knows what he’s planning? Don’t they realize that there are Blades out there every single day, fighting for and losing their lives, while they all sit on a planet made of jewels and party and smooze?

It’s infuriating. He’s had this pit in his stomach all day, gnawing at his insides, keeping him from touching any of the food no matter how delicious Hunk insists it is. All he can think about is what evil plans Lotor might be carrying out at that very moment, and which Blades he might not see next time he makes it to the base, which Blades he might not ever see again. It’s not like he knows any of them all that well, other than Regris and Antok. But watching familiar faces systematically disappear, one by one…well, it makes it harder than usual to sleep at night.

But the party is over now. They can go back to their Lions, waiting outside the city where they’d been parked since the show ended, and then back to the Castle for some sleep, and tomorrow he has a Blade mission. It doesn’t help his grumpy face any, but it does ease the knot in his stomach the tiniest bit.

He’s the first one in his Lion, and the first one in the air. Hovering there, he takes in the landscape - the sharp mountain peaks sparkling in the light of the two moons, the city shining down below, the ship rising off the ground in the distance…

Lotor’s ship.

Keith slams Black into full speed after it.

“Uh…Mullet? Where are you going?”

This could be their chance. If he can catch Lotor now, then so many problems will be solved. So many lives will be saved.

“You’re supposed to stay with the group!”

They can catch up.

“Keith! Report in, now.”

And that’s Shiro’s voice, grating and demanding in a way that it shouldn’t be. But he can’t worry about that particular problem right now.

“I see Lotor. I’m going after him.”

The comms explode with exclamations and questions, but Keith mutes them. He needs to focus. They’ll track his location and join him soon enough, but he can’t let Lotor’s ship out of his sight.

If he weren’t so bent on chasing the man down, maybe he’d have noticed that Lotor wasn’t bothering to try to fight or outmaneuver the Lion on his tail. Maybe he’d have questioned why he was landing on some random planet so quickly after leaving the other.

But he doesn’t. He simply lands Black nearby, calls his bayard to his hand, and stalks out to meet him through the cloud of grey dust they raised.

He’s ready to end this.

Lotor is waiting at the foot of the ramp into his own ship, a smile on his face and a sword in his hand. “Ah, the famed Black Paladin. I’ve waited a long time to meet you. I hear rumor that you’re the short-tempered one, is that true?”

Keith activates his bayard into it’s sword form. “Why don’t you come here and find out?”

Lotor’s smile grows. “Gladly.”

He leaps quite literally into action, closing the distance between them in one movement and bringing his sword in toward Keith’s head. The sound of their weapons clashing echoes across the barren plain. Everything flies into motion after that - swings so fast they can hardly be seen, feet constantly moving in an intricate dance, ducks and rolls and lunges and jumps. Keith is completely focused and determined to come out of this the winner, not because the alternative is probably death, but so the universe can be rid of another Galra overlord.

Lotor, on the other hand, seems to be thoroughly enjoying himself. “It’s been quite some time since I’ve had the pleasure of a spar so evenly matched,” he shouts after they’ve been fighting for long enough that only Keith’s adrenaline is keeping him going. “You’re quite good. Lacking a bit of stamina, I imagine, but good form.”

Keith doesn’t answer, too busy concentrating on keeping up the punishing pace they’ve set.

“Unfortunate, really, that you received such a lack of physical traits from your Galra parent. We might go at this all day otherwise. But as it is…” His swing changes direction at the last second, nicking Keith’s cheek and drawing a warm trickle of blood. “You’re flagging.”

He is, but he’s not going to admit it. There’s too much riding on this fight. He forces his aching, exhausted arm to keep moving, and tries not to stumble over the feet that seem to have suddenly decided they don’t know how to work in tandem.

Lotor’s smirking again. “You should give up now, kit. I’ve decided I rather like you, so if you surrender I won’t kill you. You can simply live out the rest of your days with me, learn what being a half-Galra is really supposed to be.”

“Never,” he growls. He sees an opening and takes it, diving forward with his sword outstretched.

Pain erupts across his chest. Keith freezes in place for a moment, unsure what happened but suddenly unable to continue the fight, then tips his head downward.

There’s a sword sticking out between his ribs. Lotor’s sword. Bright red blood wells up around the gleaming metal, running across the top of the blade to drip off the edges and onto his dusty white boots.

“I had a feeling you’d say that.”

His vision goes blurry as he raises his head again. Lotor is staring straight at him, hand still grasping the hilt of the sword.

“It’s a shame. I really did like you.” Without changing expression, he twists his arm to the side and the blade along with it.

Keith’s mouth opens wide as the pain crescendos into an inferno inside of him, but only a small choking sound comes out. It’s hard to scream when there isn’t any air left in his lungs. His left hand moves of its own accord, wavering upward toward the sword, trying to grasp it, but Lotor yanks the blade out before he reaches it. The world turns bright white, and when it rights itself he’s on his knees.

Lotor casually inspects the blood slipping down his weapon, then plunges it into the earth to cleanse it. “Goodbye, Black Paladin. Thanks for the enjoyable fight.”

With that, he turns his back and saunters back up the ramp and into his ship. Only a few seconds later the thrusters fire up and it lifts off the ground.

He failed. He failed, and now he’s...he’s dying, and Lotor is escaping, again.

His fingers fumble across his chestplate, his right hand, he...he must have dropped his bayard at some point, he doesn’t know where it is. It isn’t really important anymore. He won’t need it again. The wound rests just under the bottom edge of the armor, and he can feel the blood that’s pouring out of it even through his gloves. He should probably...probably do something. Put pressure on it, that’s what. But just the brush of his fingers makes him want to scream, makes him cough because he still can’t breathe, therefore still can’t scream.

He blinks, and when he opens his eyes again the planet has turned sideways. The sky is on the right now, Lotor’s ship just a distant pinpoint of light. Dust fills his nose when he tries to inhale.

There’s a roaring sound, louder than the roaring of his pulse, and the planet vibrates. He wishes it wouldn’t do that anymore, it really hurts. But then there are feet in front of him, and the feet are turning into faces of his team members, and he’s...embarrassed. He doesn’t want them to see him like this. But he’s also glad to know he won’t have to die alone.

He’s pretty sure they’re talking, but they all sound like they’re underwater. Somebody lifts his head up and tugs off his helmet. It doesn’t make the sound any better. Lance is leaning down into his face, his lips moving and his face twisted into a fearful expression, and Keith wants to make some kind of joke, to tell him to back off, to try to keep him from being so scared. But when he opens his mouth, he coughs.

And he can’t stop coughing.

There’s something in the back of his throat, something wet, and the more he coughs and spits it out the more it seems to bubble up out of nowhere. Absolutely no air is getting in now, and everything is starting to go dark.

That’s okay. He’s pretty sure once it gets completely dark he’ll stop coughing and hurting. Then maybe his team won’t have to worry about him anymore, he...he hates making them worry.

Keith closes his eyes.

Then he opens them again, just in time to fall forward into the med bay, stumbling over his feet and into Hunk’s waiting arms. Somebody else - Lance, the long, thin arms tell him - slams into him from the back, while small fists pummel him in the waist and hip.

“You stupid, stupid, idiot, don’t you ever do that again! What were you thinking? Oh! That’s right! You weren’t. You’re a stupid, quiznaking, stupid idiot and I hate you so much!”

“‘M sorry, Pidge,” he mumbles into Hunk’s shoulder. She immediately launches into a tirade of how he should be sorry, but he’s not paying much attention, too busy trying to wrap his head around the fact that he’s alive.

And so is Lotor. The thought comes crashing down on him, immediately souring any kind of grateful feelings he might have conjured. He squirms in the arms thrown around him, pushing them away.

“I’m sorry,” he repeats, stepping back from the trio and folding his arms tightly across his whole but still blood-crusted chest. “I...I lost. I should have had him but...I let him get away.”

“Seriously?” Lance throws his hands up in the air. “You almost died, Mullet. We’re a lot more concerned about that than Lotor getting away.”

Anger flares up and he grits his teeth. “Yeah, well you shouldn’t be. One life...my life is not important against the fate of the rest of the universe.”

“Maybe it is to us!” Pidge marches straight up to him, unperturbed by his anger, and points a finger right in his face. “Did you ever stop to think about that? That maybe your life is that important to us?”

He falters for a second, not expecting that response, but quickly regains his momentum. “And what about all the other lives, huh? What about all the innocent lives that are being taken every single day? What about every Blade that goes out and gets killed trying to stop the Empire, while we’re off galavanting around doing air shows and partying? I guarantee you they’re important to somebody. They’re important to me.”

The room falls silent. Keith’s breathless from his outburst, regretting every word no matter how true. He’s about to turn and leave when Hunk speaks up, quietly.

“You’re right. They are important. And...I’m sorry we didn’t see how much this was affecting you before.” He steps forward, tears making his eyes shine. “But Keith, just...please don’t try to do these things on your own. We all want to save the universe, but...we want to keep you, too.”

“Yeah,” Lance adds on. “We’ll help you. That’s what we’re here for. But you’ve gotta let us, okay?”

“You’re the Black Paladin and a Blade,” Pidge sniffs. “Seems to me like the universe can be helped a whole lot more with you alive than if you’re dead.”

Exhausted, overwhelmed tears fill his eyes, and he ducks his head. “Yeah. Okay. I’ll try.”

Pidge nearly knocks him over with a hug. “You’d better do more than try, stupidhead, because if you die doing something idiotic like that I’m gonna bring you back to life so I can kill you again myself.”

Huffing a laugh through his tears, Keith wrapped his arms around her. “Noted.”

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