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ultimatetornshipper · 3 years

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Daminette December Day 7

@daminette-december2019-2020

((Note: If you’re a confused little muffin who saw our ship in the top 100 list and you want to know what in the ever loving fuck we are, feel free to dm me or mention me in a post or even to send an ask. do be warned tho that if u send me hate i will block and report u (and not just to tumblr, to everyone I know who is part of this fandom). our little sub fandom is not a toxic space and no one is allowed to make it one or there will be a fucking war))

And we’re back to our anxiety induced in denial Damian. I love this kid. Tho I do wanna make him slightly more… how do I say this… like cold? I dunno maybe I can bring that in with other people and his interactions. I just wanna write him with his proper grammar and what not and like lbh this boi is already a simp for Mari. But I don’t wanna let things happen too quickly, y’know?

Anyway, maybe I should make the theme of this chapter the fact that he has absolutely no chill. Lmao, I think that’s hilarious ngl. Also I’m just gonna pretend certain things existed back then for the sake of my sanity I can’t keep coming up with words that make sense for explaining what a thing is without saying the actual word because it didn’t exist yet. The hologram in that one chapter was hard enough bruh

Ok here we go, thanks for reading! I hope u enjoy it

Princes and Pedestals

Chapter 7 – Chill

Damian rolled the ring between his fingers as the morning light filtered through his windows. She’d put the choice in his hands, it was a kind thing to do, smart too. It made sense, if this role was as important as she made it sound it needed someone who could commit to it.

The miraculous was the kind of black that seemed to stretch on forever. It had a bright green paw print on it. He hadn’t put it on yet but from what he could gather it’s kwami would appear as soon as he put it on.

He'd be one of the leaders of an entire Order. He had no idea how big it was. His mother had raised him to lead but that was an entirely different organization. How would Marinette react to that? Could he handle the responsibility?

These thoughts had been plaguing him from the moment he picked up the ring.

But that wasn’t what got to him the most. She was just so… good. She had even agreed to move her entire court to Gotham for his sake. To uproot her entire life and move everyone involved just so that he could stay with his family.

There had to be a catch.

There always is.

He sighed, overthinking everything wasn’t going to help him make this decision.

There was only one thing he could do.

He put on the ring and a bright light caught him off guard. A small floating cat like being appeared in front of him.

“Kid?” he kept his eyes closed as though he didn’t want to see who was in front of him, his voice breaking slightly.

Slowly, the kwami – Plagg if he remembered correctly - opened his eyes. Damian stared at him as disappointment flitted across the creature’s face.

He lifted his brow and asked, “Hope to see someone else, Plagg?”

He chuckled slightly, sadness lacing the sound, “My previous holder, thought maybe I'd get the chance to say goodbye this time,”

Damian frowned, “What do you mean?”

Plagg frowned, “You don’t know about my previous holder? Who gave you my miraculous?”

“Marinette did,” he said, simply, “She actually just gave me the chance to consider the offer of the position, I have the rest of the day to get to know you and make my decision,”

Plagg seemed to consider what he said, he then sat down on the bed in front of Damian. He explained the basics of the miraculous to him, the phrases he needed to use as well as what those phrases would do. The things he’d need as well as what behaviors he might pick up.

“Purring?” Damian said in a disbelieving voice, “You’re telling me I might start purring in my civilian form?”

Plagg cackled, “Yeah, don’t worry it’s not that bad,”

“Tt, what exactly is the purpose of it? In fact what exactly is my purpose? It seems like she has the leadership thing under control,”

Plagg seemed to sober up at the question, he flew up right in front of Damian’s face and looked him in the eyes, “Her job is to lead and look after her court,” his look sharpened and he narrowed his eyes, “Your job is to look after her, your job is to protect her, your job is to see her. Your purpose is to make hers as easy as possible. Don’t get me wrong, you’ll have other official responsibilities and you will rule alongside her, but your real job? Your purpose? You have to help her remember that she’s only human and that that’s okay,”

Damian stared at Plagg, the kwami stared back. It couldn’t be that simple, could it? There had to be something. Some kind of catch.

Before he could grill the kwami, Dick burst into his room.

Damian could see his brother’s clear panic and immediately stood. Dick’s eyes found his, “She’s gone,”

Damian felt himself spiral, memories flew through his mind. All the times he or any of his siblings had been taken. Cass didn’t speak for a month after the last incident. Jason’s “secret" panic attacks had increased tremendously. Tim stayed up for nights on end, only sleeping when he passed out. Damian sparred for hours and hours, hating the feeling of being useless.

His father and Dick weren’t in Gotham at the time and Selina was helping Harley with one of her ‘projects’.

When they got Steph back after a week, she was so shook up that she kept waking up screaming from nightmares for months.

They all blamed themselves.

“Her kwami showed us a letter she left but someone could’ve faked it to buy time, they’re searching the village,” Jason said, coming into his room, holding a piece of parchment.

Damian barely registered the way Plagg seemed to study his reactions. They needed to find her, it was already afternoon, who knows how far gone she could be?

They spent hours scouring the castle. Before he knew it the moon was rising and they were all gathered in the living room, going over possibilities.

“I’m going to go get Alfred and Bruce, this has been going on long enough, it’s time to call in back up. It’s already passed nightfall and she’s not back yet,” Dick walked out of the room, barely two seconds passed before he shouted something to them, “Guys I found her!”

They were out quicker than a lightning bolt. He ignored his siblings as they all flocked around her. He took her in.

She was wearing a cloak, which Jason quickly took and gave to a passing maid. She wore one of her black dresses. Her hair was in a braid.

But the cloak was dirty, the dress had tears and the braid was messy.

But it was her eyes that got him. The blue irises looked like someone had taken every drop of sadness in the world and left it in them. They were red rimmed and puffy and there were black bags under them.

She’d been crying and she hadn’t slept. It didn’t take a genius to figure it out.

Somewhere along the line, they moved back into the living room. Cass was sitting next to Marinette on the couch and the others were arguing.

Damian couldn’t take his eyes off of her. She was here. She was safe. She wasn’t taken.

Cass tapped his arm, he turned to look at her and she started signing. (a/n ok yeah I know that sign language might not have existed but do I really care?)

Get her out of here, she’s tired, Cass signed.

Damian nodded and after asking her permission and scolding his siblings, he escorted her to her room.

Plagg whispered something to her that he couldn’t hear.

Then she apologized for scaring him and he explained his thought process. She explained that he would’ve been able to know via their miraculous whether she was in trouble or not. He made a mental note to ask Plagg more about that.

When they got to her room he opened her door. She was about to go in but he grabbed her hand, stopping her. She looked at him expectantly. He searched her gaze, he had so much he wanted to ask her, why she’d been crying was at the top of that list.

But she looked so tired, and Damian just couldn’t get himself to form the words. Instead he bid her goodnight and went back to the living room where his siblings were waiting.

All eyes turned to him when he entered. He didn’t know what to say. Instead of thinking his words through he blurted out the first thing he thought.

“She didn’t flinch when our eyes met,” he said. They all stared at him for a few seconds. Usually they would’ve laughed at his bluntness, Damian is certain, but there was something about the haunted look on her face that sapped all humor out of the situation.

Jason was crouched in front of the fire. Stephanie sat on one of the chairs while Dick leaned against its armrest. Damian was next to Cassandra on the couch and the five of them sat in silence.

Millions of questions danced through the air, the answers all just out of reach.

Little did they know that they weren’t the only ones with questions.

Outside, three pairs of eyes were watching the oblivious siblings closely.

Damian felt a chill go down his spine and turned towards the window. He walked over and stared out into the forest, he didn’t see anyone but the uneasy feeling wouldn’t leave him.

He closed the curtains.

The smallest of the three chuckled slightly, “She got herself a paranoid one, huh?”

“We need to head back,” the only guy out of the three said to the others.

They nodded and followed him deeper into the forest.

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#daminette december #daminette #utp writes #well would u look at that #me actually following a prompt pretty well #it's gonna snow in Egypt #does it snow in Egypt? i dunno man #anyway here's protective batsiblings again #sad plagg my poor baby #Damian's pov after basically ignoring him for a chapter #Bruce and Alfred weren't involved because plot #also antagonist?? do we smell a bad guy?? or am i a troll?? i guess we'll find out later because even I don't know lmao #mari was just chilling in a field and they all freaked tf out. can't say i blame em thoo #maribat #marinette x damian #marinette dupain cheng #damian wayne #medieval au #are my chapter lengths inconsistent and completely random depending on my mood and amount of inspiration? yes definitely #batman #mlb #mlb crossover #dc x miraculous #dc x mlb #Jason gets panic attacks but he tries to hide it fight me #also anyone else worried about how mari will interact with the fam she hasn't met yet? cus i am ngl still gotta figure that whole parade ou #thanks for reading #hope yall enjoyed~#also I just saw maribat made the top 100 lmao confusing the everloving fuck out of people is my jam #i hope we don't get hate we've been a pretty non-toxic fandom up until this point like srsly man we're nice don't hate us

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beautifulterriblequeen · 5 years

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Runaan’s talking hands

Archers are very handsy. No, come on now. I mean, their hands are often in motion even when they’re not loosing arrows. They kind of can’t shut up.

Runaan is no different. It’s a most unfortunate tell for a Moonshadow. I kept noticing how his hands flexed in and out of fists in the one scene where he parks Rayla on a rock, and I finally found time to go back and look at exactly what’s going on with his hands.

It’s telling. Hence, why I called it a tell.

Let’s take a look, shall we? Let’s start with a couple of flashbacks for context.

Here’s Runaan, watching Rayla try to sneak in with berry juice on her swords. She can’t see him. No one else is looking. I’ve theorized before how impossible it seems that he’d be fooled by berry juice at that distance, but either way it doesn’t matter. He’s looking at Rayla.

And his hands are open.

He praises her with his hands relaxed. He’s speaking from the heart here. This is Soft Runaan.

Contrast that with the moment Runaan and Rayla came up against Marcos in the forest and had to deal with him.

Here’s Hard Runaan, gonna do hard-ass assassin shenaniganry like sending a 15-year-old to kill a random unlucky guard. Fists activated.

So: hand open = Soft Runaan, and fist closed = Hard Runaan. Pretty basic. But just watch his hands flutter all over the place in this scene.

*Right fist, left hand loose* “I thought you could--”

*makes left fist* “--do it, Rayla. But I was wrong.”

He has to harden up as he imagines Rayla assassinating someone, as well as admitting he was wrong about something he probably should have seen coming.

*left fist only relaxes when he’s done talking*

Runaan’s telling her he’s not mad at her for failing. He literally lets go of his hardness for her. And that’s probably a big deal to Moonshadows. Failure isn’t usually an option for them. *coughbindingribbonscough*

We don’t get to see his hands as he tells Rayla she’s the fastest and strongest of all the assassins. Her face says a lot, though, and he can’t see it. I wonder what his hands are doing then. I bet they’re both open.

He switched fists at some point while he was talking about instincts and moments of truth, and now his left is a fist and his right hand is loose.

But he tightens up when he turns and tells Rayla she’s too soft.

“And in that moment, you hesitate.”

Hesitating is bad. It can get you killed. He’s probably seen soft assassins hurt or worse because they couldn’t harden up. Possibly has personal experience, too. His official bio says he’s “learned to put his mission above all else.” Which means there was a time when he hadn’t learned that yet, and it probably cost him.*eyes those scars on his chest*

(Look at this pose tho, omg so cute! Like, Runaan, what are you doing, stop being so adorable, it’s hard to take you so seriously when you stand like that!)

Ahem. The Pointy Finger of Authority comes out. It’s really just a fist with its blinker on. Runaan’s led Rayla out here to keep her away from the castle and from the camp which the humans have discovered, even if they don’t know it. He’s hiding his motive, though. Pretending he really is angry with her. Both hands in fists.

Until Rayla sits. Then his right hand relaxes, where she can’t see it. He lets her see the Hard Fist side of him, and he hides the Soft Open Hand side. He’s relieved she’s agreed to stay out of harm’s way. Showing his feels, to us if not to her.

And here are Runaan’s last words to Rayla before they meet in the castle. They sound abrupt, callous. Dismissive, even. But watch his hands again.

*hidden hand is soft and loose for Rayla, whom he adores* “If we’re not back by sunrise...”

Translation: “If I never see you again, if I die saving you...”

*tightens his soft hand into a hard fist because he has all the feels and exactly no time to indulge them anymore* “...go home.”

Translation: “...do what I tell you and stay alive. I have a plan. I’m executing it. And possibly myself. It’s decided.”

Oof.

There are a couple more scenes where Runaan’s hands do some talking. The first is when Viren brings him food and asks him to do him a favor. Runaan’s pretty immobile in the dungeon, and he’s playing Already Dead™, so he uses a lot of facial expressions and head turning to show his dislike for and dismissal of Viren (which I’m totes here for). But there is a moment when he gets riled up enough to make one last fist.

His one working hand is open and loose here, despite being so close to Viren and his weird pragmatic nonsense.

But then Viren makes his offer. “I simply want you to take a look at an object and tell me what it does. After that...”

Runaan stiffens at that moment. He knows Viren was present during the Winter’s Turn invasion. Probably killed Thunder. Definitely looted the Dragon King’s lair. So what object could a dark mage who made off with all the Dragon King’s cool magic things possibly be referring to?

The next wide shot, when Viren finishes speaking the rest of his offer, shows that Runaan’s made a fist with his good hand. That’s how hard he had to go to deal with what Viren’s really asking him. What Viren’s really telling him. Moonshadow’s up in this dungeon playing Already Dead™, but just the hint of an accursed mirror belonging to a dangerous archmage, and Runaan’s had to harden up to handle it.

Runaan gives Viren a Hard No, and Viren shifts gears, allowing Runaan (and his hand) to relax a little.

But they both know it’s not over. The Mirror of Aaravos gets brought in, and Runaan is suddenly face to face with something worse than death. Despite his training and badassery, it really does catch him off guard.

Look at his good hand in the reversed reflection. It’s soft, open. Sure, he could fist up at the sight of this magical artifact and what it represents to him. But I think he knows it won’t do any good. Whatever this mirror means to Runaan, it’s not something he can fight. Not the way he’s trained for, or possibly not in his current state of mind. He doesn’t even try. The mirror’s presence traps him like prey and keeps him soft and vulnerable.

So soft and vulnerable that he admits as much to Viren. Though part of Runaan’s intent is to warn Viren off, his voice is so soft and startled that it feels like he’s speaking, once again, from the heart. Using the unvarnished truth as his weapon of choice because it will do the best job. Just as he did with Rayla the very first time we heard his voice.

Runaan starts soft, hardens up, and is reduced to being soft again. Just like his hands. He’s a whirlwind of feels, but it’s so subtly portrayed. Moonshadow elves, man.

Not gonna end this post with Runaan in the dungeon, though. That’s no fun. Have a soft Runaan wink.

#runaan #tdp #tdp meta #rayla #viren #aaravos

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shironekooo · 6 years

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Art in it’s truest form

Chp. 7 - What’s behind a mask

Kamski x Reader

Words: 1975

Tag: @tallfrenchgirl

For the New Years celebration Elijah was asked to attend the social event at the town’s hall. There were no plans between you two for that night, so being a public figure he graciously accepted the invitation also adding a plus one – you.

So now you’re wearing your third dress in a month and it’s even more captivating than previous two. The theme of the ball is Maquerade, so Chloe put you in a puffed and lacy black dress decorated with crimson red flower patterns and pearls going down your bare back. More than that, you had your hair and makeup professionally done, tuning you into a high class attendant. You didn’t actually think, that Elijah will take you with him. It’s not like he has to. He could have gone alone and you wouldn’t mind, especially since the trick you pulled on him during Christmas. It was all in good fun, but Elijah took it a little too seriously. You didn’t apologize and apparently there’s no need to, as he’s taking you out on a social event anyway. Not that you would. That man needs to taste his own medicine and perk up a little. Sitting comfortably on his throne he got a little soft… Looking at the mirror you understood why though. Who could keep up their guard when this gorgeous fox is wiggling its tail. Though now you were radiating threat more than anything else. Black and red colors were too much in a vampire style. You guess Elijah likes to stand out and make himself center of “unwanted” attention. Typical from a man with this big of an ego. You chuckle putting on couple of drops of perfume onto your skin and then get ready to meet Elijah at the front door.

As always he’s already waiting, wearing a suit that matches a color scheme of your dress, which turns him into a vampire too. A tasteful crimson scarf fastened with antique looking brooch and carefully tucked under the vest only amplifies that look. It’s like you were aristocrats that had the pleasure of living for a thousand years yet stuck with Victorian London style. Not that you complained. You were ready to spill some blood and dance under the moonlight with your immortal lover.

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The place is full with the most elaborate costumes worn by men and women both. It’s hard to recognize anyone around, but that also works in their favor. Elijah takes off his mask so he could say his “hello” to some important people and you follow behind, being all mysterious and none talkative. Elijah enjoys the attention you two get and introduces you as so many different personas, simply making fun of others and creating elaborate lies for your own amusement. His good mood gets you excited too, so after a while you sneak away to have your own little fun.

You scan the crowd looking for someone interesting to talk to, when a waiter approaches offering a refreshing drink. You take it and after a single sip feel soft bubbles tickling the back of your tongue. That is the most delicious and probably expensive champagne you ever tried. You could easily spend the night just drinking, dancing and trying all the different foods. Sometimes even an expensive dress can’t hide your comfort loving side. Instead, you decide to strike a conversation with a young looking gentleman. He introduces as an heir to the biggest pharmaceutical company in Detroit, yet his manners and intellect are very much of a spoiled rich young man making it easy for you to smile and laugh at his attempt to woo you. He seems pleased with himself though. Poor soul. But you play along, mainly because you can see Elijah out of the corner of your eye. He’s also chatting up some ladies and politely smiles at their flirtatious laughs and subtle touches, but you know that expression way too well. He’s bored and you make it your job to entertain him. You theatrically laugh at something your companion says holding up a hand to hide your smile, after flip your hair and finally put your hand on his. Since the live orchestra is filling the air with their melodies, not too loud, but just enough, you also lean in closer to say some nonsense into the guys ear, still touching his hand in a more than a friendly manner. He’s charmed, but you know that this is just a child’s play. Still, isn’t that a little entertaining to watch? Unexpectedly the young man puts his hand on your waist and also gets closer to answer your flirting. You can feel his breath hitting your neck as he speaks near your ear. He’s suggesting to find a more quiet and private place and your eyes light up. You can see Elijah looking in your direction and it makes it even more exciting. You agree to take a walk, but not before giving a cheeky smile to your audience.

You think his name is something like Ron…Ronald? Doesn’t really matter, but he’s taking you to what looks like an office. Seems right, knowing that this is town hall. A remote place where no one should wonder in. Couple of doors should be opened so you could end up here.

Ronald closes the one behind him and pushes you onto the desk. He acts impatiently: starts groping and kissing you wherever. You roll your eyes and turn the head to the side, so he wouldn’t try to eat your make up off. It grosses you out, but you still answer to his actions with silent moans and passionate movements, so he would be occupied long enough. Long enough for the door to silently open.

Elijah leans on the doorpost, crossing his arms on a chest and watches your little performance. He seems slightly amused and intrigued, waiting for whatever you’re going to do next. The fact that Ron’s hands roam under your dress and he’s deeply buried into your neck and breasts doesn’t concern him. You also grin putting on fake expressions of pleasure. But this is not the true reason you brought these boy here. You seductively touch your leg and slowly lift the skirt up revealing over knee socks attached to lacy strings. Around the thigh there’s also a sheath and you take a knife out of it. Elijah fidgets in place sending you a questionable look. You simply wink and raise the knife behind poor Ron’s back, carefully moving it closer with a sharp pointy end almost touching his nape. You can see that Elijah tries to hide his disapproval as he finally decides to approach. You keep your victim closer as you wait for your partner’s signal on how this all should end. Very easily a blood could flow. Elijah stops right behind Ron, who is enjoying this opportunity a little bit too much, and takes the knife from you. He shakes his head and you pout. Elijah hides the murder weapon before drawing Ron’s attention to himself. Poor soul jumps in place getting scared shitless.

-What the hell, man? – he gets all worked up before recognizing who’s standing in front of him. Face drops.

-I’m afraid this is my companion you’re trying to fuck, - Elijah smiles, but he’s very much ready to murder the guy with eyes only.

-Shit, - he murmurs to himself and dashes out not even looking back. Smart move.

-Official waltz is about to begin, – Elijah doesn’t say anything about your misdemeanor, which is completely different reaction from that evening at the restaurant. His growing trust in you is arousing. You grab him by the jacket and pull closer.

-Do we have to be present? – you wrap your legs around him leaning in for a kiss, but he turns away. Silently he takes out a handkerchief and wipes away the traces of other man’s presence from your body. This very much melts your heart.

- I guess we should go, - you say standing up and fixing your dress. He smiles being pleased with your answer and holds out his hand. You take it and you both return to the main hall.

People already started to move to the sides, clearing out the floor on which the main event is about to take place. It is Viennese waltz. Selected couples take their respectable places while orchestra slowly introduces the melody. You and Elijah join them. Bow to each other, stand into joined position and in a couple more moments slowly start moving to the melody. Neither you nor Elijah practiced dancing together, but to know how to dance Viennese waltz is considered a requirement in your life, so just with the first step you synch and deliver a perfect performance. You can feel your dress floating around with every single turn, the grip with which Elijah is holding your hand and waist is electrifying. All the colors flashing around merge together putting you in a dreamy state and only you two are present in this moment. If you were to describe how falling in love feels, this would be it.

Out of nowhere a strong cough disturbs the atmosphere. It’s slightly annoying, but things happen. Except that cough repeats and gets only worse. Couples are forced to slow down and stop, to look at the person in question. It’s the same young man, Ron or whatever. He’s holding onto his chest with pale face, not able to catch a breath. People get worried and approach him, but none of them are fast enough to ask or do anything as he collapses with even more dreadful look on his face. You and Elijah are watching from farther away.

-Who could have thought that poison kills people…, - you sigh putting on a sad expression as people rush in to check on a dying man, shouting for help and whirling around not knowing what else there is to do.

Elijah’s face lights up. He looks at you in disbelief, but also pleasantly surprised.

-You weren’t going to use the knife, were you?

-Well of course not! I’m not that stupid. That would have been so messy… I used a peculiar mix of perfume, - you grin. - Don’t kiss me below lips tho...

Elijah lets out a silent chuckle and turns back at the unfolding tragedy. After giving it a little thought he gets genuinely concerned:

-Why do this though? It’s dangerous. Risky. You could get caught.

-Because it’s boring your way, - you lay it down as it is. - It’s too quiet and too comfortable. This rush and exposure makes you feel more alive. Can’t you see? The chaos that’s going on right now - it’s our doing. We can literally set the world on fire and watch it burn while we stand in the middle of the blaze. And it’s just you and me. This is our moment.

You speak with so much emotion, your true colors spill out in the open. You devote this evening to your partner. This is your confession. And Elijah responds with a very loving gaze.

As the time around you slows down, you two kiss. No need for the fireworks and champagne. No celebrations or congratulations. This is how you start the New Year.

Couple of days later –

It’s an early morning, but both of you are up and in the kitchen, playfully making breakfast while blasting some fun tunes to which you’re dancing to. Mood is delightful. Everything’s just peachy. Elijah holds you in his arms planting ticklish kisses on your neck as you giggle and try not to burn food in the pan.

Chloe also joins, but her expression isn’t so carefree. She very seriously announces:

-Detroit police is here. They want to see you, Elijah.

#elijah kamski #fanfiction #kamski x reader #elijah x reader #dbh

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severalbakuras · 7 years

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time

finish

im not prepared

(apologies to mobile users for the long post)

episode 5:

intro is a pink screen. it’s established pink is a mourning colour. hrmmm.

oh its an eyeball SHIRO

that’s not a good looking room to be in

that HAIR

hallucinating already, this is Not Good.

so he’s like totally alone in that room that is just bad practice right there. supervisor’s gonna get fucked if they get caught.

and. another shiro. one who’s kept clean-shaven. oh ok i know where this is going i think.

operation kuron is so unsubtle that i think we’re in for several layers of bait-n-switch until it turns out shiro never actually existed. schrodinger’s Shiro. shirodinger.

he escaped waaaaaay too easily - yeah. called it.

‘stage 3′ so stage one is ??? and stage two is this guy.

ok so shiro obvs remembers some things but i find it interesting that we’ve had no internal thoughts beyond memories of the tube/surgery. like he’s not thought about voltron or the paladins or allura and coran like he has no idea if they survived or not. nothing at all by the five minute mark.

HAGGAR FINALLY I’VE MISSED YOU SO

yeah you keep an eye on that boy. im sure absolutely nothing will happen to this guy.

self-cauterization holy shit.

“what killed you?” is the first spoken line of dialogue from shiro i think. everything else is just vague confusion noises and/or battle grunts iirc. we haven’t even had an internal line of thought yet (which i know don’t rly happen in this series like everyone tends to speak aloud but still he’s ALL alone). i think that’s significant, somehow.

how the fuck has he not frozen to death in that skinny suit.

SHIRO NO THAT COULD BE AN ACID LAKE

“subject Y0XT39″ i will eat a raw garlic clove if this turns out to be the real shiro.

wow that’s rly bad for blood circulation like way to make him lose his hands jackasses.

so these two are space cannibals. neat.

if you’re trying to convince people of who you are why would you just say your first name? he WANTS these guys to know who he is, there’s no point being cagey. say your surname shiro go ahead.

knowledge of who the paladins are rly is being kept tight under wraps. so long as nobody ever thinks to check out any planet where galra were known to have integrated into local alien communities to the point of children.

i :) wonder :) who :) might :) do :) that :)

(i wonder how earth’s doing. everyone has family down there who misses them (besides keith since he’s living in a shack in the desert and nobody from the MILITARY-ish training academy told his dad to come pick him up apparently))

lotor i swear to fuck don’t you dare pull a dreamworks smirk DONT DO YOU DARE

so galra channels are hackable

that big guy’s totally having a SUPPRESSING FIIIIIRE moment

i rly like this winter backdrop i love being able to see the brushstrokes on the snow (like digital ones but they count).

he’s starving but he doesn’t take a single bite of the food onscreen can’t tell if suspicious or #mood bc i don’t like people watching me eat either lol

so operation kuron isn’t something widely known then or Hold up those robo-soldiers have no reaction whatsoever to a unit falling down until the hangar doors close.

ok those two guys in the cave HAVE to be in on it or shiro would’ve died on that planet. why keep the ship above a Death Planet for him to be permitted to escape to unless they had someone down on the Death Planet who could send him back to the right ship to deliver to voltron without him knowing he was being played?

like this is ALL phase 3.

‘stop spying on me’

‘do your fucking job’

HA. IDEAS. IN ZARKON’S HEAD. AHHAHAA

i think this is the first time i’ve seen lotor angry like haggar gets under his skin so easily i hope they talk again soon. ‘I AM THE LEADER’ his VOICE damn.

ok so like i already know lotor is half-galran and he’s probably half-altean too like in the original series with the hair and all. but i don’t think haggar is his mother even though she’s also altean. he’s hyper-focused on not being like his father in that scene but he also seems the type that he’d leave a snarky comment about his mother too if she were. and she doesn’t ever refer to him as her son, only zarkon’s. she’d surely say ‘our’ son, unless she officially disowned him as part of his banishment and hates his guts but then surely he’d have at least SOME reaction to seeing her unless he was, like, literally banished at birth and doesn’t know who she is and that he’s half-altean. bc if he knew he was he’d connect the dots between ‘only altean on the ship’ and his dad v quickly.

like i do know the story behind exactly how original lotor (aka sincline) is half altean and it’s Unpleasant and makes zarkon a fucking monster and i doubt this series would even imply that that was the case here but if it did and our lotor knew this was the truth behind his parentage that could explain his lack of reaction to haggar AND his deeply intrinsic rejection of his father.

oh come ON the ship is stocked with oxygen!!!!!! why would a ship that’s intended for a robot pilot need oxygen!!!!!!!!

seven days, when he’s already in a bad way re blood loss/injury (like a healing serious wound burns calories and fluid by the truckload) and didn’t have much water to go on beforehand. if i didn’t think something was up before man.

finally, almost 20 minutes in, we finally see him think of his teammates. took long enough.

black lion notices. hrm.

episode six:

nice shooting lancFCUKING KILL THEM ALLURA

SAME LANCE

HUG YOUR SON SHIRO actually no you’re not shiro stay the fuck away from him

‘weird headache’ since this isn’t a dramatic romance show, he’s not got Invisible Anime Disease #5 so there’s absolutely a tracker in his brain.

A HUNK MOMENT THAT ISN’T ABOUT FOOD I’M CRY (like it intersects with pidge but i don’t mind it’s nice that he gets to show his own brains in what feels like forever)

shiro automatically stepping back in ‘this is what we do mode’ is SHRHCHCH. NO. even if he WASN’T a clone he’s still recovering and is missing out on potentially months of their relationships changing and being redefined. he can’t just step back in like that.

ok so like???? if there’d been more scenes like this early on??? i’d probably be totally into klance?? like keith doesn’t really grasp the depths of the issue with lance judging by how the shot holds on lance leaving and his facial expressions and all but keith tries and lance tries and there’s no cheap joke thrown in there’s no rejecting that there was any emotional connection. it’s not solved the problem lance has by any means but it’s lance opening up to keith about his vulnerabilities and worries and it’s keith doing his best to help him both as a leader and a friend and the narrative doesn’t turn either of them into a joke for it. THAT IS MY SHIT RIGHT THERE.

like i’m obvs lowkey into enemies-friends-lovers (bc otherwise i wouldn’t consider keitor or any of my other ships which i won’t name bc i’ve made it this far without comparing anything to warcraft so i won’t start now) but i guess i much prefer the friends-lovers stage. (especially when only one half of the pair considers the other as ‘enemy’ in the first place).

‘just whack it’ is a universal law that will last forever

SHIRO ARE YOU IN THE LEADER CHAIR. NO? SHUT UP.

fucking fake ass shiro he doesn’t even acknowledge keith stepping up to make a plan as leader like he always fucking wanted him to do he just sails on into his own plan without so much as a ‘sorry’. fuck you fake shiro. firo.

and keith just stands there like a lemon like this is ok ahrhfhg. firo i swear to god if you drag keith back down into the place he was on the gas planet before lance intervened i’m gonna be so mad.

interesting that we don’t get a reaction shot of lance when keith offers to stay behind instead of taking back red. considering how that was literally what the last scene between him and keith was about is all.

so clones are genetically identical so the black lion picking up on firo’s ~spark of life~ fading or whatever to rescue him isn’t odd. but the black lion knows your soul and it’s not happy.

(could be an issue when the real shiro returns tho but eh that’s a problem for futuretron)

I LOVE THIS LOYAL PETTY BASTARD

“Victory or death!” OH COME ON YOU’RE MAKING THE WARCRAFT REFERENCES FOR ME. LOKTAR OGAR

so perhaps lotor squad isn’t in on operation kuron?

i wonder what’s being whispered during the mind control scenes.

that ship looks like a space fox... or maybe a star fox.

in two minds about this part like right now firo IS right but they DO need to actually try and confront lotor at some point. it’s ALWAYS going to be a bad time bc lotor has figured out how to use plot armor to protect himself so sometimes you just need to attack that face down trap card and face the consequences or you’ll be stuck forever yknow?

OH IT’S HER. FROM THE SHIP. COOL i was wondering if that’d come up again.

oops he’s ambidextrous.

also i think ezor might be a little crueler than she lets on, she’s got some v. vicious expressions going on in this grapple.

ZETHRID THINKS ALLURA’S A WORTHY OPPONENT ZELLURA YOU ARE CLEARED FOR LAUNCH (in other news i am a terrible person)

honestly those are both equally high priority targets, either one WILL fuck things up in the future no matter if they follow firo or keith.

now lotor how do you know they were about to attack, unless you perhaps had a direct link into the lions communication lines, which have been kinda previously established as being impossible to hack?

(so that’s one point in them also knowing about project kuron)

YES KEITH THIS IS WHAT YOU DO BEST ON THE FLY INSTINCTIVE GOOD MOVE

hooooly shit lotor’s maaaad

get your hand off him firo.

“i’m sorry i had to step in back there” step in. STEP IN. LIKE YOU WEREN’T IN CONTROL OF THE ENTIRE MISSION START TO FINISH. he sets up ‘you were the leader and you weren’t good enough’ almost on purpose..

the former isn’t true because keith still stepped down and firo commanded all their movements from the ship and the latter isn’t true because no plan survives contact with the enemy keith basically had it as under control as shiro always did. considering the circumstances he did damn well AND he scored a ‘fuck you’ point against lotor by using lotor’s own new ship to wreck the teledove.

“i thought i had it under control” ;A;

HE’S BEEN THERE SINCE THEY ALL FORMED VOLTRON YOU FUCK. HE WAS GOOD AT THIS UNTIL YOU GOT HERE.

FUCK YOU FIRO.

damn that’s cold haggar.

episode seven:

i’m. um. huh. those certainly were memories i’ll need to pause on later.

this dramatic scene is being ruined by all the cute little triforces floating around.

my civil war theory is officially dead now i guess. goodbye, civil war theory. it was nice to have you as a handy aversion of the whole ‘X race is like this while Y race is like this’ trope that always shows up in sci fi and fantasy and sci-fantasy~

this music is giving me jack sparrow IN SPACE vibes.

oooh the dust particle effect in the light shafts in the air is pretty and a good attention to detail.

now see like why wasn’t his spirit projection thing back in season 1 more like this??? he has a character he’s got personality he’s just like his daughter i’d actually MISS this guy if that spirit projection thing had been like his true self and not a bland whatever he was he’s so forgettable i can’t even remember what he was like.

ZARKON WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED. YOUR VOICE. YOUR EYES.

so like galra culture has a class/caste system and is kinda militaristic. explains a lot in the future i guess.

“WHAT IS THAT” is that the same cat narti has? and oh god no he’s a dork.

OH NO HE’S A REALLY BIG DORK AAAAAAAAAAA

AAAAA BABY ALLURA. SHE’S SO CUTE.

oh so he married honerva? oh no. OH NO SHE BETTER NOT BE HAGGAR. DON’T DO THIS.

“it was a customary gesture” tf is that all about.

“by willow!” is that the first canon mention of a deity? cool.

so the red paladin was technically the first paladin.

this thing is eldritch as fuck.

“Am I a leg?!” god i am so sad that you’re going to die horribly i love you.

now it’s REALLY eldritch.

god she really is haggar.

so alteans definitely age then (which proves empress allura was definitely dead a long LONG time before alt-eans went all mind-controlly).

honergar’s giving me major ‘that bloodbender who’s name i’ve forgotten’ vibes.

I KNEW QUINTESSENCE WAS BAD SHIT

he loves her so much im gonna cry.

so the lions cannot pick up on deceit then. they accept the will of their paladin over the safety of voltron as a whole and the other lions. they cast no moral judgement.

so there could easily be an evil voltron somewhere.

ZARKON NO HE’S HOLDING HER HAND ARGH.

so those weird purple cloud creatures from another dimension are puppeteering the corpse of the first black paladin, taking his basic desire for power and extending it into a galaxy spanning genocidal crusade because???

their home dimension must be a fucking hell dimension if things like that are trying to escape.

that guard made it seem like they sorta knew and accepted why their planet was destroyed so i guess zarkon returning from death was such a massive cultural shock that they all fell into line. bc otherwise i find it hard to believe that every single galra would join the battle (like yeah the blades exist but they’re a tiny movement) and not question what the fuck happened to his eyes or voice or how he came back from the fucking dead or why they’re meant to suddenly hate everyone.

ok so why do most of the galra have similar glowing eyes iirc? surely the vast majority should have the normal eyes that old zarkon and lotor have but they don’t. unless like successful generals are permitted to ‘live’ forever by taking the creatures into their bodies but then like they have far too much personality for that. the loktar ogar guy for example. what gives.

that’s kind of a leap at lotor’s motives but an understandable one, they don’t know how much lotor detests being like his father so i doubt he’d do the same damn thing his father was trying to do.

he’s baaaaack and he’s got no new tricks, zombieman zarkon’s still just as thick as the last time~

lotor’s gonna be so mad. and also this doesn’t actually explain why haggar lets zarkon run roughshod all over her much better plans prior to this because she doesn’t remember being his husband until this episode.

and also also imo this means haggar definitely can’t be lotor’s mother bc when we’re seeing things coran can’t possibly know like honerva on her death bed we’re probably seeing haggar’s vision of events and he doesn’t appear to be a factor in either of their lives but she remembers their wedding perfectly.

(unless he’s a zombaby but he can’t be because his eyes don’t glow).

hrm.

season four when.

#vld #voltron legendary defender #sb watches voltron

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