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I was nothing before you saved me pt6
The months seem to drag on, Allura and Coran seeming to push them a bit further every time they trained. Of course, no one could really blame them after finding out about Lance. But she knows that she is being too tough on them, the way that Hunk has to catch his breath time and time again, and the way that even Shiro looks like he is about to collapse in exhaustion by the end of the training sessions. But she needs them to be at the top of their game. She can’t lose these paladins, as they are the only ones who can help her get Lance back.
It actually reminded her of when she was learning how to train with the staff, Lance would always tell her “being determined to learn and grow is a valuable tool when studying anything, from history to how to use a staff or sword, however you must learn to pace as well. Your mind and body are just like a sword; you use them constantly and the more you use them, the more skilled you are, however if you do not take the time to take care of them, they will become unusable. Make sure to take time for yourself Allura, to make sure you are as sharp as any blade in the castle.”
It was months before they made any kind of break on where Lance was. They knew that he was within a gladiator ring, however what Shiro did not know was which one it was, as there were multiple rings throughout the Empire. It was during one of their missions that Pidge was able to download information from one of the computers, in hopes of finding their brother. While it did not have information about Matt, like she had hoped, it did however have information about all of the gladiator rings in the Empire.
“Looks like the general running that base was a gambler with a nasty habit, there are even notes next to them about when the next fights will be and which ones he was already banned from and which ones he owes money too.” She comments as she shows the map of where all the gladiator rings are, each point highlighted a different color and small notes connected to each point.
“Good. Now we know when we can start looking. Shiro, i know that you do not wish to remember much from that time, but do any of the names here look familiar at all?” Allura asks, trying her best to give Shiro a chance to say otherwise. She knows just how hard it was for Lance to talk about his past with fighting rings, and how he would have nightmares from that time. She did not wish to put that same pain onto Shiro, but she was also desperate. She needed to know.
“No, sorry Allura, I was never told the name of the ring itself, and I barely remember how I escaped to begin with.” He says mournfully, rubbing at his temple in either aggregation or possibly due to disappointment. Shiro, besides Coran, was also one of the few who also wished to help free Lance. While the others may not know him, and he may not know Lance himself, being able to see him helped to cement his need to help him escape as well.
However ,as Guardians of the galaxy, they must put other missions before their own personal ones. But they do their best to work on finding Lance. Whenever they are in the area, they scout out the arenas, making sure to note and document every weakness that they can find. They know that they can not strike yet, as everyone agreed that they wanted to demolish every arena and free everyone from having to fight in these death matches; But they can’t until they get Lance. If they try to start now, the Galra Army may catch onto what they are trying to do and may move Lance somewhere else and make it impossible to find him.
Everyone also agreed that during these scouting missions, that Shiro would not come with them, as thy all understood that it would both put Shiro in danger as well as the missions, and they did not wish to put Shiro into a situation where he would have a flashback and go through that pain again.
Weeks of searching through darkly lit arenas, and saving planet after planet, turned into months as they narrowed down which arena he would be in. They were stopped multiple times to stop the beasts that the witch would send their way, but Allura knew that with each battle her paladins were growing stronger.
Their plans to find the arena Lance was held captive in were put to a halt, as she was taken by Glara forces during one of their information missions. It was the only thing she could do to make sure that Shiro also wasn’t taken captive either. As she was dragged into the throne room, all she could think about was how different it was compared to the throne room back on Daibazaal. The old one felt som ugh more welcoming, the lighting never felt as obsessive as it does here; instead of the expecting impending doom and pain in every corner, it was always warm and filled with smiling faces.
Never has she wanted to punch someone so badly as she did as when Zarkon was standing before her, talking down to her and demanding that she make the paladins hand over the Black Lion.
“You will never get the Black Lion, you lost all rights to ever be her paladin again after what you did!” She yelled, “ you betrayed us! You betrayed me, the alliance, the Paladins, my father, Lance! How could you betray Lance of all people! He trusted you the most! And you killed him!” She screamed, all of the hate and anguish that she has felt over the past few months bubbling over and spilling out of the part of her heart she has tried to keep bottled up for so long; but seeing the one man that is the cause of all of this pain, all she could do was let it out.
It was silent as Zarkon glared down at her, she wishes that she could see what was going on inside of his head, but his stone cold expression gave nothing away.
“Take her to the dungeon. It does not matter if we force her to give the Lion to us; they will be coming to get her any moment. And then I will be able to get the Black Lion.”
Rough hands pull her away from the throne room and through multiple corridors before finally being thrown into a small holding cell, the shielding coming down before she was even able to get her feet underneath her and trapping her inside of the room.
As she is left alone, she can’t help but panic.
She knows that the paladins will be coming; just as Zarkon said. There is no way that they would leave her behind, no matter what she would have said. If they come, she knows that Zarkon will try to take control of the Black Lion again, which could be disastrous; as their connection to the lions, while strong and growing stronger each day, won’t be enough to stop Zarkon from hijacking the Black Lion from Shiro’s Control. She also gave away that Lance is still a sore spot for her, and they could use that to their advantage….and use Lance as a hostage against them. Against her. She was so stupid! Why did she bring up Lance?! They were so close to finding him, and now that may be all dashed away if they figure out she actually knows he is alive.
Allura wanted to cry, so badly. It felt like everything was falling apart all because of her, and she didn’t know what to do to fix it.
How can she fix this?!
All she can think of…. in that one moment….
“What would Lance do?”
#voltron#voltron lance#altean Lance au#bodyguard au#guess who is back from the dead#langst#Allura angst#Shiro#Coran#Zarkon#Voltron au#Lance#bet you weren’t expecting this to come back#season 1
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more pieces from my quirk!deku AU - here he is after charging up on different heat-based quirks (top to bottom it’s kaminari, todoroki, and bakugou’s quirks)
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#art#drawing#halloween#October#Halloween background#background#wallpaper#Halloween wallpaper#ghost#lonely boy#digital art#dusk stroll#dusk#sunset#ghost boy#don’t have a name for him yet#any suggestions?
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Getting some spooky moods as we get closer to October
#October#drawing#digital art#ghosts#art#spooky#gloomy#moody#calm#Halloween#background#Halloween background#red#orange#dusk#dusk stroll
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May the 10 of Pentacles bless your account with more money than you can spend. 💵✨
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If you're fifteen or older an still sleep with a stuffed animal please reblog this.
My friend is embarrassed and thinks she’s the only one and I said id prove her wrong.
#i still sleep with one#and i live with my boyfriend#its the best for anxiety#and for stomach pain#i gotta lot of issues#stuffed animals help
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Sike, you’re all gay for bird boy~
All my “older” designs are under “post!grad bnha” tag on my page! <3
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“I ain’t afraid of no ghost” is a double negative; this is convenient because I am, in fact, afraid of any and all ghosts.
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Watched the Steven universe movie liked two weeks ago, and I’m finally posting this thing!
#steven universe#pearl#su pearl#steven universe movie#fan art#doodle turned into something im actually proud of
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kny/bnha crossover!
deku as tanjirou, eri as nezuko, kacchan as inosuke, kaminari as zenistu, todoroko as giyu, and aizawa as urokodaki!
friendly reminder that my redbubble is now open! we got a bunch of pokemon stickers yall!!
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Nothing has ever put what I’ve felt so well into words then this right here.
I hate when people try and tell you what you should do with your body because they think they know what you want. As someone who literally veiwed herself through other people’s eyes for years, it can be super damaging to someone to just tell them what they should do because “you’ll change you’re mind later in life” or “it’s worth it in the end” or even “you’ll learn to love it.” It can make you feel like all you are is a doll for others to dictate your actions.
It took me years just to cut my hair because literally everyone told me I looked so beautiful with it and that others would be lucky to have hair like yours; but I didn’t feel lucky. I hated my hair but I kept it long because that’s what everyone wanted of me. I don’t want to have kids; I’ve never seen myself having kids, not once in my life. But to have every adult tell you that you’re going to have one, that it’s expected of you to have one, that can be so terrible to kids.
And I don’t hate kids; granted I work in retail right now and kids can be the bane of my existence st work, but don’t hate them; I really like kids and love to hear how they see the world. but everyone just assumes that if you don’t hate them then you want to have them. NO. I’ve dealt through so much to be okay with my body, and I still am. I’m still working on being okay with my body and making it how I want it to be, to make it feel like mine rather then ‘theirs’.
Those kinds of people that push for you to have kids; they don’t decide that for you. It’s not their bodies that will change, its not their depression that might worsen, its not their self esteem that can disappear. It’s not their lives that are going to completely change if you have one.
It’s yours.
And you have final say over what you do with your body, nobody else.
And I know this is just rehashing a lot of the stuff said before but I just really needed to get this off my chest.
okay, i don’t hate kids. i think they’re sort of funny. i like that you can talk to them like an adult and they’ll make sounds like they understand. i taught one kid “phosphorescence” and he looked at me and said, “they could just call it glowing if it means something that glows.” the kid undid the entire science community in one sentence.
but i hate kids.
or really, i hate how they’ve always been expected from me.
when i was five i was given “babies.” i hated the hardness of dolls, disposed of them for dramatic stories between stuffed animals. i knew how to wrap, feed, and care for a baby before i could spell my last name. when i was nine i was already “watching the kids”. i was only four years older than my cousins were. i wanted to go out and play. instead i was expected to have responsibility. by the time i was thirteen all of my friends had told me about how many children they were going to have in their twenties.
my hips were “child-bearing” hips. my brother was a scientist, or a fireman, or a steamroller. i was going to make a good housewife, or mom, or nanny, or mom, or mom, or mom.
and when my body hurt, i was told it wasn’t really my body, not really, it belonged to my future children. i couldn’t cut or snip or tie anything; i was trapped by the potential energy that hung above me. a boulder, threatening. i couldn’t get tattoos, because what would i tell my children? i couldn’t kiss a girl, because what would i tell the children? i couldn’t be risky or wild or anything but a lady, because what about the children?
and when i said “i don’t want children” - not biologically, at least, not when cancer and depression and a whole other host of terrible things lives inside me - do you know what they said? “it’ll change, wait and see” “it’s not bad” “you’ll get used to it” “when you meet the right man” “you don’t want to be lonely”.
i don’t hate kids. i’m great with them.
but then i’m told again that my life will be forfeit to them - something in me snaps angry. “wait until you have kids” “you should travel before you have children” “you’ll be more happy.”
i hate kids! i’ve snarled. i don’t mean it at all. but god. please, leave me alone. i don’t want to be a biological mom.
it’s like we’re born with a uterus and told “this is your whole life. your singular purpose. your job.”
i want to be my own purpose. not here for the sake of passing genes on.
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