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what's ur ao3 account? itll be easier to find ur fic that way 👉👈

Hi, lovely! I’m on AO3 as shorts_by_mars (gotta keep that brand name going haha)

You can read “What Once Was” here! ( ˘ ³˘)♥

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i'm about to, quite frankly, simply pass away. i got all the way to may 2018 until i gave up hope of ever finding it. my brain is itching and the poosy be twitchin. rip to me

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hi hello i'm legit losing it, i had this sudden flashback of seeing a dildo that was supposed to be what lotor's dick looks like and i've been surfing your blog for the past 1.5 hours bc it literally won't leave my head, am i imagining it????? ps love u and ur brain and the things it makes

HOMFJDJFKLDJ this ask is absolutely SENDING me LMAOOOOO

u are not imagining it. i just checked and yeah i think the asks/posts about it are gone; must’ve been obliterated in the Tumblr Against Porn movement of 2018 lol.......

anyway, it’s the Nova from Bad Dragon. U can get solid purple or a gradient. The colours eggplant and merlot are good matches for him I think

enjoy...........

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“This is your daily, friendly reminder to use commas instead of periods during the dialogue of your story,” she said with a smile.

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it's so surreal seeing people in the year of our lord 2020 discover Voltron and go through the seven stages of grief and get angry because Lotor deserved better and talk about how terribly the last 3 seasons treated him and I'm just there like

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“Lady Danger” (Fem!Lotor x Fem!Reader, NSFW 18+)

(Note: Explicit, NSFW, femslash, 7100+ word count)

“Darling, darling, we have to stop,” Lotor whispered hurriedly against your lips, pushing you back with resolute hands against your shoulders. You furrowed your brow, vexed, and tried to chase his lips but he pressed a long index finger to your eager mouth. “I really must get on with my work for the day.”

“Lotor—“ you hissed, frowning. “What’s the matter with you?” He quirked a brow at you inquisitively. “The matter with me?” he echoed. “Preposterous question. There is nothing ‘the matter’.”

That did nothing to pacify you; in fact, it only goaded you on. “You’ve been acting strange!” Lowering your voice to a harsh whisper, you added, “You only came once last night.”

“Well, if you had opened yourself up to me just a bit more, perhaps I would have come more than once. You can do better than that, can’t you?”

Your cheeks burned hot with insult and shame. “What—!“

Lotor eyed you with mild disinterest, eyes half-lidded and chin resting lazily against his knuckles. When you did not move to leave, he asked, “Yes? Did you need anything else?”

That’s it.

Clenching your fists and gritting your teeth, you turned on your heel and tore down the cockpit aisle, eyes burning holes in the door you were about to leave out of. Lotor blinked owlishly, once, twice, before standing from his seat and reaching out to your quickly retreating back.

“W-Where are you going?” He sounded so genuinely confused that you almost pitied him. Almost. But the pressure building has finally released, and Lotor thinking he could mend you just by finally showing you some fucking attention was laughable. So you did just that: you laughed.

Maybe it was cruel, but you couldn’t stop letting out the cold barks of laughter. “Where else? Anywhere but here!” you exclaimed. You refused to let the ugly, angry tears fall so you dug your knuckles into your eye sockets to stave them off. “I don’t want to be anywhere I’m not wanted.” Sure, you were acting childish. Sure, it was juvenile to storm noisily out of a room in anger—but you were feeling neglected and damn were you going to do it.

The doors slid open as you approached them and the Generals strolled through, ready to clock in for the day. One by one, they filed in, first Acxa, then Ezor, Zethrid then Narti.

Acxa raised a hand her hand to you in greeting. “Good morning—“

You brushed past her coldly, checking her with your shoulder on the way. You did not even stop to apologize, which was very unlike yourself.

Lotor called out your name, and you swore you heard it waver but you were too far gone to be consoled. Without even looking back, you shot him a middle finger over your shoulder.

With a final huff and upturn of your nose, you charged out of the control room to the only place you know Lotor couldn’t follow.

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Hi, all! It’s been a while, hasn’t it? ٩(◕‿◕｡)۶

I have a new blog called @knyshorts that’s basically like this one except it’s centred around Demon Slayer/Kimetsu no Yaiba! The request box is OPEN so please send in your requests. I’d really appreciate it! ＼(≧▽≦)／

Hello!

Hi everyone! I’m a new Demon Slayer/KNY writing and headcanon blog. I’m so happy to be here! My Ask box is open, so please, ask away (´• ω •`)

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Unfortunately, I can produce plot bunnies much faster than I can turn them into books.

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You’ve heard of one shots, now get ready for none shots! It’s when you think of an idea for a fic and then don’t write it

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every writing tip article and their mother: dont ever use adverbs ever!

me, shoveling more adverbs onto the page because i do what i want: just you fucking try and stop me

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me: wow. can’t believe no one has written a fanfiction with this extremely specific concept that i’ve already compiled 17 headcanons and an outline for. outrageous

my last braincell: [whispering] maybe… if you want this so much… you gotta write it Yourself

me: no. no write. only stare vacantly at ao3 and hope someone has the exact same brain as me

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Comfy

pairing: Lotor x Reader

word count: 500+

summary: You’re reading a romance novel in the Galra HQ headquarters and Lotor joins you. Just pure fluff and domesticity.

a/n: Something short and sweet to get back in the habit of writing! (See the end for longer a/n)

He finds you in the HQ’’s library. Your usual spot: the top floor, in the corner surrounded by windows, sitting with your whole body sprawled out on the couch. He leans against a nearby shelf, his arms crossed over his chest just watching you.

Today, you had abandoned your Galra officer uniform—Lotor had a set perfectly tailored for your smaller human size—for your casual Earth clothes. He recognized the black woven sweater you wore as one of his you had stolen and a long navy skirt. While he appreciated how the kevlar of your uniform was perfectly contoured to your figure, you were equally alluring in your baggy modest outfits.

“I told you staring was creepy, Lotor,” you said.

“How could admiring my beautiful fiance ever be considered ‘creepy?’” he asked.

“Well, when you put it that way…”

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When you’re writing as fast as you can type at three a.m. because you’ve been hit with Writing Inspiration™ after a month of staring at the lone word “The” on your doc:

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the black paladin♥  also omg we’ll get his birthday this year since 29th of february is happening!!! I’m actually so excited lol

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idk I just love how we Young People Today use ~improper~ punctuation/grammar in actually really defined ways to express tone without having to explicitly state tone like that’s just really fucking cool, like

no    =    “No,” she said. 

no.    =    "No,” she said sharply.

No    =    “No,” she stated firmly.

No.    =    “No,” she snapped.

NO    =    “No!” she shouted.

noooooo    =    “No,” she moaned.

no~    =    “No,” she said with a drawn-out sing-song.

~no~    =    “No,” she drawled sarcastically.

NOOOOO    =    “No!” she screamed dramatically.

no?!    =    “No,” she said incredulously.