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Different Tactics*** (part 2/2)

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Tech X F!Reader

word count: 7.1k (phew)

After what happened between you and Tech in the cockpit, tensions were high. But how will you act when you hear that Tech wouldn’t mind taking part in the bet that started it all?

warnings: SMUT, NSFW. 18+ only. Explicit sexual content. Severe dirty talk, praising, swearing, grinding/dry humping, rough sex, p in v sex, consent, pure filth tbf, not an established relationship, dom!tech. Little bit of degrading if you squint. Comfort at the end. Let me know if I missed anything. Not proofread.

Masterlist

A/N I highly recommending reading part one which isn’t as filthy but it explains the build up to this fuck fest thanks bye 💜 only took me a down fucking year to do a part 2 lmao

part one (reuploaded, thanks tumblr 🙂) | part two

Hurried footsteps and loud hushed whispers is what roused you from your deep slumber on the Havoc Marauder. The last week had gone by agonisingly slowly despite all the missions you’ve been on, sleep taking over your body more often than not. You sigh, grabbing your data pad from under your bunk and see that it was quite late in the afternoon and that you should probably get a shift on.

You stand, stretching until a joyous and satisfying pop in your back appears. Running fingers through your disheveled hair to smoothen it out a little, you let out one final yawn and began to make your way to the cockpit to see what’s happening.

But before you could get there, a great force appears in front of you, screaming and you can only match the scream back. You stumble back, back hitting harshly against the control panel until you’ve hit the floor with a thud.

A hand rests over your chest, feeling how your heart beats against your rib cage at a resounding pace.

“Got ya!”

You blink up at the man standing in front of you, chuckling and soon to be joined by Echo and Crosshair who smirk down at you.

“Kriff, again? Seriously?” You groan, rubbing the part of your back that hit the control panel.

“Did someone get a fright?” Crosshair's eyes dashed with mischief under his raised brow and as you recall, that’s what he said the first time Wrecker had scared you.

You roll your eyes, “shut it.” Wrecker reaches his hand down to you and pulls you up to your feet and before you could gain your balance, Echo is already scanning you over with a device and nods satisfied.

“Not bad. 89.”

You furrow your eyes at him. “89 what?”

“Your heart rate of course.” Wrecker replies for Echo with a wide grin. “We’re doing that bet again because well, we’re bored.”

A strange feeling resides in your gut at the mention of the bet, your mind trying not to reel back to what happened with the last encounter with a certain Clone. “Oh.”

“Yeah, and as you can tell you’re the target this time.” Crosshair sniggers, folding his arms over his chest and leans against one of the chairs. “You better prepare yourself.”

You look at them all in disbelief. “Okay for one, Crosshair you aren’t doing what you did with,” you pause and gulp a little, even finding his name hard to speak, “Tech and the caf,” you finally finished, glad that the others didn’t seem to catch the hesitance. “And secondly, if it’s just you three I’m sure there’s no competition.” You tease them.

“I’m sure I’ll think of something else.” Crosshair drawls, seeming like he already had a plan anyway, “And it’s not just us three.”

And just like that all the air in your lungs is sucked out. “Oh? Is Hunter taking part too?”

The three exchange a look, almost amused that you would suggest Hunter would be the one to take part in these foolish games. Then again, Crosshair was here.

“No, Tech wants in.” Echo says casually and you sure had hoped your jaw hadn’t dropped to the floor.

You shift in your spot, wringing your hands together. “He does? Why?”

Echo shrugs, moving to the side as Crosshair moves away from the conversation. “Just said he wants to have a go.”

Wrecker then interjects, “Said something along the lines of ‘interesting, I too would like to take part in this little activity to see what I can do to make her heart increase’” he mocks in the worst impression that he can of Tech that you could not help but stifle a giggle at but then you took note of what he said.

“I think he said he wants to make your heart stop actually. Whatever that means.” Echo reiterates and then the pair of you leave you alone on your thoughts.

“Stop?” You whisper to yourself, rubbing the back of your neck in confusion.

Ever since that night, you and Tech had not uttered a word to one another. Even in battle not a word is shared. If he walks in your direction you find yourself looking away or retreating, excusing yourself in front of the others who seemed none the wiser. If it did cross your mind, you became hot. Just like you were doing now.

When you close your eyes, taking in the idea of Tech wanting to increase or even stop as Echo said, your hands jitter as your mind flashes with images of you grinding on Tech’s lap, his hands grasping onto your waist as you whisper the most sinful things you have ever spoken.

You find yourself breathing a little heavy but when a creek in the hallway snaps you out of your daze, you jolt and eyes widen ever so slightly to see the vision of your thoughts standing right there.

He’s standing, tall and seemingly unfazed by your presence. You however, have chills running down your arms and trying to keep your breathing at a steady pace but your heaving chest deceives you.

There was something behind those yellow-tinted goggles that you just couldn’t decipher. He’s looking at you as if analysing you, gaze trailing along the lengths of your body boldly until they settle on your eyes once again. Then, he tilts his head to the side but says nothing at all.

Words are failing you, unsure if words are even failing him as he watches you. All you can manage is a small nod of your head, and then retreat back to your bunk. You wanted to face him, to ask what he was thinking, but that was a question for another day.

—————

“Hello cyar’ika.”

You look up from your spot against a large tree, relaxing with your datapad as you download some stuff to read for the slower and calmer days. Echo stands before you, a hand behind his back and a smile on his face.

Everyone is outside, all doing their own things. Tech was sat on a crate by the ship's ramp, tinkering away, Hunter and Wrecker were sparring and Crosshair had gone on a small walk by the lake but in close range.

“Hey, you alright?” You lower the device in your hand and look up to the Clone, noticing he was acting a little… nervous?

“Very well, I have something for you.”

Instantly you grow a little apprehensive, wondering if that had something to do whatever it was behind his back. “Oh?”

His hand begins to move and in your head you just begged that it wasn’t a bug or strange creature of some kind but instead, he presented you with a flower. Instantly, you melted.

You’re a little surprised, eyes blinking at the yellow flower, its petals seeming to somewhat glitter. “Wow.” You exhale, slowly standing and taking it from him. “This is lovely. But, why?”

A man had never bought you flowers before, or in this case, picked one but it surely was the prettiest one you had ever seen. Echo watches your reaction and smiles warmly at the sight of you growing a little warm and shy.

“I saw it and thought ‘what a pretty flower that will look better with a certain pretty lady’.”

“Smooth, Echo. Smooth.” You laugh gently, taking the flower into grasp but as soon as you do, your smile fades when you see him pull out a scanner.

Typical.

“Kriff sake Echo, I thought you were being nice not for part of the bet.” You pout, twirling the stem of the flower between your thumb and finger. Here’s thinking that one of the boys would actually be nice to you. Well, they usually are but it’s different when one presents you with a flower. Echo felt a little bad too but since he knew was now two up from Wrecker at 91, he wasn’t too upset.

“I still want you to have it.” He tucked the scanner away but pushed back the hand that was coming towards him with the flower. “I also meant what I said.”

You raise a brow, questioning him.

“T-that I think you’re pretty.” He clears his throat, chest puffed out a little as he said it with certainty. “Beautiful, in fact.”

Okay, maybe you couldn’t be mad at him. You hum a little, giving with a wry smile but thank him regardless. “Thanks sweetie.” You muse and the two of you embrace in a quick hug. You were pretty sure Echo scanned you again when you weren’t looking.

“That’s… odd.” Echo mumbles quietly over your shoulder.

“What is?” You reply quietly, arms still wrapped around the back of his shoulders.

He clears his throat again, pulling away from you. “Tech.”

You give him a confused glance, looking in the direction of where Tech once sat to see him marching up the ship's steps and retreating inside. “What about him?”

Echo turns to face the ship too, folding his arms over his chest. “I don’t know, he was just… staring. Looked angry.”

Although Echo’s attempt got your heart rate to 91, you were convinced just by his words alone it got up a few more but that’s simply because Tech had obviously been watching the exchange between you two. You ponder why Tech seemed ‘angry’ as Echo said as it was a rarity. For someone so calm and collected, the thought of Echo giving you a flower, calling you pretty- no! Beautiful in fact, as well as a hug could only mean one thing in your mind. Maybe Crosshair’s attempt will solidify the inkling in the back of your mind.

————

That evening as the sun began to set behind the Naboo clouds, you were standing by the lake, arms wrapped around your body as a cool breeze blew by you. With so much war going on, you forget how much beauty there was in the world. Glistening lakes, thunderous waterfalls, blue skies and orange sunsets. You wish you could stay forever.

You hear movement to your side and take a mere glance to see Crosshair standing by.

“Nice isn’t it?” You speak up, filling the silence that Crosshair usually gave.

He hums a little but nods all the same in agreement. “Yeah. The lake is cold though.”

You turn your head to him and give him a curious glance. “Have you been swimming in it?”

From his side-profile you see a small flicker of a smirk emerge on his lips which you couldn’t really understand why he would after your innocent question. “No. But you have.”

Pausing, you take in his words and ever so slowly grow a little nervous about the Marksman. “… I don’t think I have…”

He finally turns to face you, gnawing on the toothpick that you didn’t see. His eyes glisten with mischief and you feel fear settle in you. There was nothing you detested more than being thrown in the deep end of life and at the moment, the deep end of the lake. “Not yet.”

Rapidly, you began to run and head straight to the ship but non-surprisingly, Crosshair had already caught up to you and caught you. His arms snaked around your body and you’re hoisted over his shoulder which left you kicking and screaming at his back.

“SOMEONE! HELP ME!”

Your screams alone had the boys racing out of the ship, seeing what the problem was with their weapons aimed and ready to save you but when they spot that it’s just Crosshair being your ‘attacker’, they all let out sighs of relief. Well, most of them anyway.

“Crosshair, what are you doing?” Hunter ordered, shouting after his brother as the four of them followed after you both to see what was happening.

“She’s going for a swim.”

“NO I AM NOT! PUT ME DOWN!”

He stops just over the lake, a small drop over a ledge that will emerge you into the depths below. “Are you sure about that?”

You blink rapidly, squirming and trying to free yourself but even though it was somewhat amusing and you were laughing, you still didn’t want to get wet. “Yes I’m sure! Put me down.”

You couldn’t see, but Crosshair had glanced over his shoulder and was smirking at his brothers but when his gaze settled on his spectacled brother, he internally frowned. Tech is glaring, hand gripped tight onto a small screwdriver in his grasp that looks like it was about to snap at any second.

“Tell me, is there anything going on with you and Tech?” Crosshairs voice is quiet, just enough for you to hear and not the others.

Momentarily, your heart stops and you slowly look up, still dangling over Crosshair's shoulder to see Tech watching you both. He was such a difficult character to read. So long you had thought he took no notice of you but after what happened in the cockpit, perhaps it was different.

“No.”

“Very well.” He shrugs, a little too hard and that’s when you were sent tumbling into the cold water below.

You’re submerged fully under and once you breach the surface you're gasping for air as water fills your lungs. Coughing and spluttering, you look up to see Crosshair smirking down at you, kneeling before saying ‘I’ll get Tech to rescue you.’

He moves away and soon you're joined by four other pairs of eyes looking down at you, some amused looks.

“Urm, a little help?” You raise a hand, the other keeping you afloat as you kick your legs.

“Very well.”

You fleetingly freeze up when Tech speaks, moving closer to you and kneeling before you. There was a glimmer of hesitance in both of your eyes but as he extends out his hand to you, you find yourself reaching up for him.

He clasps a hold of your wrist and heaves you with surprising ease since your clothes were heavy after being soaked. Once you’re pulled free from the water, he starts to stand as you do. Unfortunately, there was some uneven turf by your feet which sent you tumbling forward but you were stopped by someone’s chest. Of course, that chest belongs to Tech.

“S-sorry.” You say through chattering teeth, immediately backing up and wrapping your arms around your body as you wring out as much water from your white vest as much as you can.

You look at Crosshair, who’s eyes flickered between your face and Tech’s, an almost knowing look yet uncertain at the same time on his face. “Sorry girlie.”

“Shut up.” You seethed yet your tone was a little playful. As usual, you couldn’t stay mad at your boys.

Echo apparoaches you and of course like he did previously, scans you. “Hm, 96. Crosshair is in the lead.”

“Honestly, my heart rate was going up more when I was dangling over his shoulder.” You tell them which earned a mix of reactions.

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?” Crosshair wags his brows at you, flirtiness in his words. The others sniggered whereas when you looked at Tech, he stared you down to see if any flush of embarrassment crossed your damp features.

“Not like that.” You frown, turning away from Tech and heading towards the ship, “it was probably because that’s when I was scared to go in the water.”

Hunter soon turns to Tech, easily sensing something was awry with him as of late. He’s watching you leave and he picks up on how hard his heart is beating but says nothing of it. “What’s your plan then?”

The goggled clone stills for a moment and pushed up his goggles up his nose a little. “I do not want to say in case the others get the same idea next time.”

Softly, he pinches the fingers at his glove that once held you, pulling his hand free from its enclosure. Of course his attempt would be daring but as you turn round to look back at him on the ship's ramp,a good distance away and there’s a lust-filled desire in his eyes. Little did he know, you had it too.

“But, she knows what I want to do to her.”

—————

Your hands run through your soapy hair, rinsing away all the lake water and goodness knows whatever else away in the ship's shower. The hot water was limited so you had a quick three minutes to make yourself as clean as possible before Hunter complained that there’s no hot water left.

You’re rinsing suds off your body, splashing water over your face and as your eyes closed, instant visions of that evening with Tech flashed in your mind.

Heart palpitations ensue, a heat growing down in your core as the feeling of his hands on you from before made you subtly whimper. You often wonder what he was thinking when he looked at you and if he had detested you for what happened. But, seeing his reactions to you being close with his brothers made you think otherwise.

Your eyes shot open once that once warm water turned into seeming pellets of ice. Gasping from the sudden shock, you switch the running water off and step out, wrapping a towel around your body and drying yourself down. Slipping on some shorts to relax in and a simple shirt, you’re walking to your bunk whilst towel drying your hair when you spot your datapad light up.

Dropping the towel by the ‘laundry pile’ that magically appeared to which you still need to sort out, you swipe up the device and read a message from Hunter.

‘Hey trooper, me and the others have nipped out into Naboo for a small while. Should be back by 2100 hours.’ You check the time that read 1936 hours before resuming the message.

‘Tech is still on the ship doing repairs, just thought I will let you know as you were using up all the hot water before we left. -Hunter’

If you were sent this message many rotations ago, you would probably laugh. Instead, your mind whirls wildly as you over read ‘Tech is still on the ship’ over and over.

Your eyes weren’t deceiving you and you hoped but also didn’t at the same time if you heard footsteps approach. Hoped that it was him coming closer to act upon his part of the bet but also hoped that it wasn’t the case. What an odd predicament.

It was plausible that maybe you had wished he wouldn’t come to save your heart from exploding out your chest and to stop that whirling feeling in your stomach any time he was mentioned. Or even when your paths had crossed which was clearly all day everyday.

A gasp left your lips at the sound of someone clearing their throat, surprising you. As you spin round, there he is.

He’s donned in just his blacks, leaning somewhat cockily against the metal frame of the now opened door. Instead of his goggles covering his eyes, they were now propped on the top of his head and you think it’s the first time you saw the real colour of his eyes.

“Looks like it is my turn at long last.”

You’re truly frozen but so, so aroused at the sight of him. There was no denying you know what he had up his sleeve; you just didn’t know he had the gall to go along with it.

He takes in your silence and stunned eyes, fingers having a death-grip on your device. Pushing himself off the door, he crosses the threshold towards you with slow and agonising steps. “What ever is the matter? You don’t have to go quiet on me cyare… it’s just us.”

Tech stops in front of you and for some reason, you only just perceived how tall he was. You crane your neck up to look at him, watching as he tilts his head to the side and stares you down as if mockingly. “Loth-cat got your tongue?” He whispers, taking another step closer which only traps you between him and the wall. “Honey?”

Finally a shuddered breath blows past your lips, knowing full well that’s what you said to him when you first took control. “Tech… I-.”

He raised a hand slowly, cupping your cheek softly which causes you to inhale sharply. He’s warm against your cold cheek, making you stumble a little backwards until your back hits the cool wall behind you. “Easy there,” his voice is laced with a tone you had never heard before but it was nothing short of seductive, “don’t pass out on me yet.”

“Yet?” You whisper, your eyes fluttered closed, finding it unbearable to focus on him when there was a prominent ache now between your legs.

He chuckles a little and by the warmth of his breath now fanning your face, you knew he was a lot closer than before. “Yes, but don’t worry. I’m going to look after you, you have my word on that.”

So this was it, Tech was about to dominate you into submission in order to get your heart rate up. Or is it because he simply wanted to? You hoped for the latter oddly enough.

“Promise?”

Your voice is hushed, eyes slowly opening to see his own piercing ones that were able to make your heart stop alone. “I promise.”

With your consent, Tech wasted no time in snaking his arms around you and hoisting you up. He’s slammed you back into the wall, making sure your legs wrapped around his muscular yet slender upper body. Then, he expertly manages to grab your wrists and pin them above your head. You gasp, surprised how he managed to just hold you up with his body between the wall.

“Oh my pretty darling, do you know how hard it’s been for me to watch you all these days?” He sighs, leaning forward until his forehead touches yours.

“N-no,” you stutter, refraining yourself at the moment from becoming a desperate mess in his embrace. “Tell me.”

“No? How about I show you?” He thrusts up, rutting into you and that’s when you felt his exceptionally hard growth between his legs. Fuck, how you’ve missed the feeling of it. He’s chuckling darkly at your whimper of a reaction. “It has been this exceptionally hard.”

You sigh heavenly, head tilting back as he grinds his aching cock against you and you could almost curse for the two shields of fabric that were his blacks and your shorts blocking what you both really needed. “Tech, I didn’t know you had this side to you.”

Deep down behind the dominant facade, Tech is extremely nervous. He knew the limits, of course. But what were yours? What if he did something wrong or said something weird? Maker, he even thought he would appear more appealing by removing his goggles so now his vision was blurred and was struggling to read your reactions properly.

“If this experience bolds well for the both of us, maybe you will get to see it more often.” He clears his negative thoughts and replaces them with erotic ones. “Now, should I take your tactics on or should I use a different one?” He purrs, leaning in and sending warm blows down your neck as he speaks.

You're putty in his hands and you can barely think of a coherent answer in your current mush of a brain. “A-anything, please Tech.” Your hoarse tone tingles in his ear as you let out a delectable moan as he ruts against you some more.

“I’m unsure if you were aware early, but that little white shirt you were wearing when Crosshair threw you in the water? Your nipples almost pierced through the flimsy material.” He groans, thinking back to how he pulled you from that water and noted how stunning wet clothes looked on your body. All day, he had done nothing but think about ripping you out of them and making sweet, sweet ecstasy with you.

Your face flushed. “Really? Did the others… you know?”

“No. And I’m glad. I don’t want any of the others to think about you in the lewd ways I do.” He breathes, lips teasing the skin on your neck followed by another rotation of his hips as he presses to your sex.

“Tech.” You say suddenly and he pulls back in an instant, eyes a little wide with worry.

“Yes?”

“Were you jealous of Echo and Crosshair before?” There’s a flash of nerves in his eyes, swallowing the saliva that pools in his throat.

“What makes you say that, cyare?” His voice is quiet, moving one hand away from your wrists and down towards your neck, fingers only teasing the warm skin of your throat.

Your eyes flutter close at the touch of his hand, chest heaving just a touch. “They mentioned that you looked rather annoyed when they tried their tricks on me.”

He doesn’t want to admit it, but he was jealous. There’s a reasonable explanation of course and that is that you had captured his mind, body and soul. You were always attractive but Kriff, you were so seductive too. The thought of his brothers gifting you things as sweet as flowers and manhandling you like Crosshair did was enough to make his stomach tighten into knots. “I don’t want my brothers getting these types of ideas is all,” he says somewhat avoiding the question but not exactly a lie either, “only I get to make you cum. You got that?”

Maker, this dominating side of him was so sensational that you had to think for a second what it was you initially asked. “Yes Tech.” You say with a shaken breath, his fingers tracing along your neck before landing on your waist where he gently squeezed it.

“Good girl,” he breathes, the words in his mind sounding odd but as you mewl for him he knows he is saying the right thing, “now where should I whisper these filthy thoughts I have to you? Are you comfy here against my ships wall or would you like to go into the cockpit? Maybe I can remind you what it was you told me in there that you would love for me to do.”

Truthfully your mind was a blur about what occurred that evening so you couldn’t exactly pinpoint what it was you had told him but you knew it was pure filth. “Do whatever you want to me, Tech.”

There’s a guttural sound that emerges from his throat, the cord snapping as he carries you through the ship until he gets to his bunk and throwing you down onto it. Before you could sit up he’s climbing over you, cock that was still aching against his blacks pressing against your core which instantly had you dropping backwards.

“Mesh’la I want to do so many things to you. For you. But how dare you tell me that, knowing I can not fully give you what it is I desire.” He snarls. “I want to penetrate you so hard that my name is the only thing you’ll think of for the next 24 hours.” Although dominant, his eyes are still soft and is making sure not to overstep any boundaries.

You’re subconsciously biting on your lower lip, thighs aching to close together to get as much friction as you can as this just wasn’t enough. You’re desperate and you just want to touch him. Somehow, he reads your mind as he takes a hold of your hand and places it to his chest. “Feel how my heart beats for you, this is what it felt like when you were telling me that you wanted me to cream that little pussy of yours.”

His words were pure filth. “Kriff Tech, h-how’re you so good at talking like this?” You don’t expect an answer and he even has to hold back from reiterating that he did deep research on how to ‘woo’ someone.

“Every man has his secrets,” he breathes through a groan, needing to steady himself so he didn’t cum in his pants just yet, “Gods, you’re so perfect writhing underneath me. Enchantress.”

Something in you snaps at his words and you can’t explain the thrill of when you lean up to him, capturing his lips against yours. It was your first kiss with him and for some reason, stealing a kiss seemed more ludicrous than him rubbing his hard length against you or you whispering sinful things down his neck.

His movements still completely, eyes shut tight as he processes what was happening. When you pull back, there’s a small whimper in his throat and he just stares at you in disbelief. There’s a fear you, somehow, overstepped but when you reach for his goggles and set them over his eyes, there’s a timid smile on your lips. “Can you see me better now?”

Chuckling softly, he nods and cups your cheek. “You kissed me… why?”

“Was it too much?” You ask, worry in your voice but his quick shake of his head relaxes you.

“Not at all, just unexpected.” He mutters, leaning down closer again as a subtle hint that he was willing to kiss you again.

“Just like us,” you mumble against his lips, melting, “unexpected.”

His kiss to you was one full of desire and need yet remains soft. His gentle roll of his hips picks up again and that dominant side to him dwindles just for a moment as he takes pleasure in exploring your lips. Your hands find comfort in his hair, hips arching to meet his own as you grind against another. “Sensational.” He breathes against you, breath hot as he ever so gently begins to trace his tongue against your lips, wanting that entrance you granted.

Tongues swirling in a heated dance, his hand roams your body until it stops just over your breast and daringly gives an experimental squeeze which causes you to make the most beautiful sound. “I need more, please.” You whimper pathetically, read lolling back as he pinches your stiffening peaks through the fabric of your top. “Take your clothes off.”

You didn’t exactly process what you said until you watched Tech sit up straight, stripping himself free from his blacks. With your eyes almost bulging out your head as you admire his form, he takes the liberty of sliding his hands up and down your thighs. “Maybe my cock will feel much better against you if I free myself… may I?”

He palms himself over his lower half and you nod eagerly, chewing on the inside of your cheek as he wiggles out of his clothes fully where you finally see what was pressing against you. He’s stunning. Long with a perfect thickness.

“Oh Tech.” You mutter, leaning up and grabbing him by his bare shoulders and yanking him back down where his length was definitely a lot more noticeable against you. “Wow.” You say through gritted teeth, panting as Tech begins his rutting but this time traces kisses along your neck.

“You want to know what I want to do to you?” He grunts, getting himself worked back up to his dominant stride. “I want to stick my cock deep in you, letting it rest inside you as I use you as my little cockwarmer. When I’m piloting the ship you can sit right on my lap with my cock piercing you. Of course we’ll have to be careful - we can't have my brothers seeing us like that, can we?”

There’s no chance at all you could answer him, your arousal is too extreme to even comprehend any type of words. He chuckles at your silence, knowing that it wasn’t out of discomfort but out of ecstasy as he feels just how wet you are through your shorts. He looks down between your legs, grabbing a hold of his cock and moves it up and down to the point he can feel the outline of your soaked folds.

His groans are deep, eyes blown with lust at how lucky he is to even be in this position with you let alone rubbing his cock against you.

“Take them off.”

He looks up at, seeing you sat up on your elbows as you admire him teasing you.

“Are you sure, mesh’la?” He asks gently, hands trailing down your legs once more before setting on the band of your shorts and once you nod, he slides them down your legs and throws them to the side.

Glancing back down at your now exposed pussy, he melts. His jaw becomes slack and his legs tremble with resound eagerness. “What a beautiful, beautiful sight to behold.” He bites on his hand that he brought to his lips, a little in disbelief that you looked so wet just for him. “Stunning.” He reiterates, inhaling a deep breath.

The cold breeze against your bare sex makes you shudder, even more so when he begins to pump his length. “Maker I could cum all over you right this second but that would be unfair wouldn’t it? Let’s not forget that I need to make you cum first and foremost.”

“For the bet.” You mumble a little to yourself but he hears you and his heart twisted before shaking his head furiously.

“Kriff the bet, that tedious game does not matter to me anymore.” He edges closer, his warm tip gently touching your exposed pussy as he begins to grind against you once more, both of you getting the sensation of his length and your cunt rubbing against one another.

“O-o-oh how wet you feel.” He stutters, pausing his movements so he didn’t accidentally breach you although between you both, it’s awfully tempting to just go at it. Languidly he sighs before taking your hand and bringing it to his lips, kissing over your knuckles. “If I were to fuck you, how would you want it, truly? Hard and fast or slow and steady?”

His words were so soft spoken you almost sob at how careful he was being with you, knowing this now has to mean something a lot more. There’s a building in the pit of your stomach, full of desire just as much as you did the first time you were intimate with Tech; maybe a little bit more now.

“Why don’t you find out?” Your words were brave and they hung in the air as Tech stared at you wide-eyed but like a man starved.

“R-really?” He holds his breath, lips grazing over your knuckles. Your words made his cock twitch, eager in anticipation as it rested along your slit.

“Just fuck me, please.” You whisper, eyes set straight on him, flickering between your legs and then up at him.

He drops your hand and wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer, cock slipping beautifully between your wet folds and as he mumbles incoherent mando’a he sheaths into you. Both of you gasp at the contact and he almost faints at how tight you are.

“Maker,” he moans, head tilting back as he adjusts to the feeling of your walls clenching around him. He pushes against your heat, your pussy swallowing his thick head as he pushes deeper into you until he can’t no more, “so good. Fucking beautiful.” His cursing sends shivers up and down your arms and as you look at him, your heart swells. He was so beautiful. The dim lighting of the ship casts perfect shadows over his body, somehow defining all his best features and with his goggles on as well? Wow.

“M-move, please.”

He obeys, pulling his hips back slowly before pushing forward that makes you groan like a whore. Each movement spreads you wider until his rhythm picks up, bunk squeaking with every roll of his hips. “You want this cock, huh?”

“Yes Tech, please give me that fucking cock!” It felt like it belonged to you, that your pussy was only ever designed for him. He snaps his hips, cock filling you with a single stroke and he chuckles seeing you gasp aloud, laughing lustfully meanwhile he grabs your legs and holds them over his shoulders.

“Going to elevate your hips so I can hit that spot inside you. I want you to moan my name as I fill you.” He orders, getting into position and sure enough he is rutting into you like a man on a mission, filling you whilst his tip hits that spongy part inside you that was felt in your lower belly.

“OH FUCK TECH! YES, YES, YES DON’T STOP.”

His cock pulses inside of you, sweat glistening along his brow as he gazes down at you, seeing your back arch wonderfully as you welcome his cock like the needy girl you are. “Good girl.” He purrs, eyes almost black with how much they diluted.

After a minute or two he leans more into you, snapping you in half so your knees were at your head with his cock still moving in and out of you. He’s grinning coyly upon seeing your reaction to his bold moves, your slutty grin matching his as he pounds into you with every fibre of his being.

His hands place on either side of your head, keeping your focus maintained on him as he spews the horniest things he ever dreamed of saying. “Look at you welcoming my cock like a good girl. Maybe I should take you into the cockpit and fuck your pussy from behind like you begged for last time. You remember saying that huh? Oh Kriff you are a dirty girl, aren’t you? You’re my slut but also my good girl because you’ve taken me so, so well.”

You’re whimpering beneath him, never knowing your body could bend the way it is to the point you could feel his heavy balls that slap against your arse. His thrusts were relentless and so hard.

“Teeeech.” You whine, mouth parting as you pant.

“Look at you opening your mouth for me. It’s as if you’re begging for me to claim you fully with my spit… but you’re not that much of a dirty girl… or are you? Come on, answer me, pretty girl.” But then, he gets an idea. You couldn’t even fathom words but you were so desperate to allow him to do whatever he wants to you, heart racing so fast which gives Tech the perfect chance to dive his tongue straight into your mouth. He starts letting go of your legs so they fall from his shoulders and to the side. His body is flushed against you but his frantic thrusts have died down and instead, he’s rolling his hips ever so gently, indulging more in the kiss like a man starving of oxygen.

His tongue is hot in your mouth, both muscles meeting perfectly as he swallows your sweet moans. “I love kissing you.” He pulls back breathless, cheeks heating up at his quiet confession. There’s a sense of vulnerability there and it’s rather endearing from him. You place a hand to his cheek, pecking his lips as he rests inside you, catching his breath back.

“I love kissing you too.” You gush. “I… I love this.” You gesture to the obvious nature you're both in, sighing as he rolls his hips once making him smile upon seeing your reaction.

“I would be more than willing to ignore this as a bet and do it for as long as you are willing to have intercourse with me.” His foreheads rests against yours and you have to suppress a small laugh. For someone who was just talking about cockwarming, it was rather endearing to hear him go back to his usual formal self. “We can stop if you get bored of me.”

You blink up at him, tilting your head. “How could I ever get bored of a man like you?”

He doesn’t answer, a little bit too bashful and instead resumes fucking you. He sits himself up a little, arms resting either side of you as he gazes down at you as he picks up the pace again. “I don’t think I’m gonna, unghh - last m-much longer.” He sighs through gritted teeth, hitting that spot deeper and deeper in you.

“Me too… fucking stars please fill me with your cum Tech.”

“Why?” He chuckles darkly, “want to walk round the ship with it dripping out of you?” He reiterates what you had once said, making you blush hard.

“Of course. Why else?” You say with a cocky grin which set a fire inside him. He is holding your hips roughly now, fingers biting into your flesh as he picks up the pace - faster than ever and fucking you like should be fucked.

“Such a good girl. You ready for me to cum, hm?”

You nod quickly, begging for his release and with three more thrusts, his cock pulsed inside you allowing you to feel his load invade your body. Then, as he pressed down on your lower stomach as he pushed further in, your pussy complied completely. Stars blurring your vision, your orgasm ruptured through you causing you to make noises you had never heard yourself make before. Tech is a stuttering mess, whispering soft praises as he kept pushing himself into you slowly, making sure that every drop of his seed was filling you out until he couldn’t fuck you anymore.

Your cries of pleasure had softened to a whimper by the time he pulled himself out of you, leaving a sloppy and lewd mess in his wake. He wipes his forehead, panting before he massages your quivering thighs, cooing you until came back down to reality.

“I-I hope that was to your liking.” He mumbled, suddenly feeling very shy as you sat up, brushing your hair out of your face to look at him.

“It was lovely. Thank you for looking after me.”

“Yes, well, I said I would.” He says gently, placing a hand on your knee, thumb tracing over it.

The two of you fall into silence but this time it didn’t seem awkward at all and after a few moments he had asked if he could kiss you again. It was so innocent, hand cupping your soft cheek as he leans in and kisses you so gently that your heart stops.

You didn’t know where this would go from here but by the looks of it, Tech was rather smitten with you. It isn’t long when drowsiness overtakes you both and instead of either of you leaving this time, he drapes a blanket over the two of you.

He’s whispering comforting things to you, maybe once or twice asking for reassurance if he went too far with his words but you would silence him with a kiss and that was all the reassurance he needed.

It was not necessarily the same tactics the others used to get your heart going. Not at all, but it certainly was the best.

Maybe, just maybe, something will grow from this.

There was also definitely no point in Tech scanning your heartbeat regardless, as you’re pretty certain you have flatlined.

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☆ Azul and Taruchi's relationship timeline !

⚘ [ TAGS ] #slowburn #fell first fell harder #ansgt #it's been seven and a half chapters why haven't they confessed yet #but i will break them #chapter 7 🙏

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

Taruchi saw Azul and thought, "Man… He kinda scary." (Tbf she thought that about. Everyone) But also, "Wait, stop, he kinda pretty too"

Azul saw her and only went "??????" (as did the rest of nrc)

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐔𝐋 + 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐖

Nothing happened, though Taruchi did wonder about him and tried to catch glimpses of him in the halls

Though it was more out of admiration and curiosity

𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄

Taruchi probably died inside ngl. She had to give it to him—he pulled a very lawyer move. She did hate that fact too, because it meant more problems for her.

Remember when they spied on Azul?? Yeah… Yeah. She was totally not impressed at all, haha…

Anyways, she tried very, very hard to keep from hugging him after learning about his past. But she did offer many words of comfort. And died a little inside again when they went to the museum and that one scene happened. (pov the writer doesn't remember exactly what happened in the scene) She's thinking, "I probably don't like him and it's probably just admiration, right?" yet she still goes to the Mostro Lounge more often than she should

Azul probably just saw her as another problem. Did not understand why she was being so nice. "What is she trying to pull here?? Does she want some sort of compensation??" Yes. But nonetheless thankful. He probably offers her tiny discounts just as thanks, though he is wondering why she's there often.

𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐀

Taruchi: Dying Inside Pt. 2. She was honestly terrified when they came crashing into the Mostro Lounge. They're broke as hell, how are they gonna pay for damages??? Thankfully they agreed to help her and was once again Dying Inside when they all had to stay in that one room. She was internally giggling when they had to head back to Scarabia together. Genuinely impressed all over again. Like. "How does he knows all this stuff… Wow…" In total awe. Then she thinks about how much she'd owe Azul in the end and starts internally sobbing. (The writer doesn't remember if they owed him something) In the end, she's worried it's not just admiration

(I don't remember if this is canon or not but whatever) I think Azul would just consider this as his payment for causing so much trouble when he overblotted. I also think this is where he actually learns a bit more about her? (We ignore that Jade collects info on people) Through the lesson stuff, he learns she's smart and understands quickly. He's slowly starting to learn she's just genuinely nice. But he's still quite on guard around her, especially considering she knows his past.

𝐏𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐎𝐑𝐄

Taruchi is sad she's busy nowadays and is mostly stuck at Ramshackle. Meaning she doesn't go to Mostro Lounge anymore bc by the end of the day she's too tired. She knows it might be unlikely since he was so busy with the Lounge, but she hoped that Azul would be at the VDC.

Azul was wondering why she hasn’t been to Mostro Lounge lately then finds she’s been dragged to help with the VDC. He’s not sure how he feels, it’s weird. Later on, he decides he might as well drop by VDC to see the performance. After all, it was the entire reason they’d have more customers.

When the performance is done, they both see each other and talk for a bit… and they wind up spending the day just going around together. Azul goes back to his dorm more confused than before; meanwhile Taruchi is blushing all the way to her room and hides in her blanket. This night is sparkling don't you let it go I'm wonderstruck blushing all the way home

𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐇𝐘𝐃𝐄

Taruchi was in a classroom playing board games since the Board Game Club had met up. All of a sudden her friend and the lov— *coughing* her two friends are kidnapped??? She was RUNNING for a teacher but apparently other students were kidnapped too and she was friends with all of them. Maybe. Who knows about Leona

Oh, Rook is going after them? And Epel too? Well, count her in. She couldn’t do it on her own but she has two friends with her!! Me and the boys looking for classmates

The SHOCK when she discovers that one of her closest friends has done this. But also, so cool. But STILL how could he kidnap them all??

She’s relieved when she hears everyone is fine. Until it all goes downhill

When they finally meet up with everyone, it takes everything in Taruchi not to run to Azul and hug him… So she does that with everyone. But Leona. When she finally hugs Azul, it’s a little tighter and she says, “I’m so glad you’re okay.” Azul sighs and asks, “Now WHY would you come here willingly??” to which her response is “I wanted to save you. ...I mean— you as in everyone” and he shakes his head

When they have to split up, while Taruchi knows it’d be better to go with the Pomefiore group especially since they have two third-years, she desperately wants to go with Riddle and Azul. Rook sees that and he suggests that she go with them. “You’re both close to her and four in a group is a lot of people, hm?” Rook gives her a knowing smile and Taruchi smiles back.

She has to witness her two friends arguing and while their snide remarks make her let out a small giggle sometimes, she also tries to mediate. When they have to fight something, both of them jump forward to protect her so she's just 🧍‍♀️👍 At the part where they talk about their past and their dreams, she absolutely melts. She didn’t think she could admire Azul more than she did before, but apparently she was wrong. When they take a break and Azul talks about what he wants to do in the future, she listens so intently. And then he leans on her shoulder and falls asleep

She and Riddle whisper to each other: “Riddlehelpme” “What do you want me to do?? Move him??” “No, he might wake up!” “What then???” “I don’t know!! …Do you want to sleep too?” “No!”

Taruchi gets bored and she’s tired so she also falls asleep… leaning on Azul. Riddle tries to fall asleep but ends up leaning on Taruchi too.

They all wake up like o_o and pretend it didn’t happen

Then they have a wild ride. Literally. And their scene is over once Riddle gets white hair and Azul and Taruchi are panicking over that

Until later on the ride back to NRC where she’s staring at Riddle and trying to get used to it. Oh and also she and Azul desperately want to say something about what they’re feeling but they never get to it

𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐈𝐀

They… are closer and more awkward. Yeah, they interact more, but they can’t get through a conversation without internally freaking out and therefore making it end too soon.

Taruchi is regularly going to Mostro Lounge again. One day, she and Azul talk and she tells him that they found another clue on how to get her home. Their conversation goes: “So... The other first years and I have found a clue that gets me closer to going home (small smile)” “Oh! (smile) That's good news. I'm glad you'll finally be able to return to your world. (dying inside)” “Yeah, thank you (smiling but also dying inside)”

But you only need the light when it's burning low, only miss the sun when it starts to snow (<- the song genuinely made me cry) (Update: Guys nvm they're so Say Don't Go coded)

Taruchi realizes that it's only a matter of time before she leaves, so she decides she should try to get over her feelings! One goodbye was bad enough, this one would definitely be painful too. If she could make it less painful, the better. And no, you can't convince her to confess, she doesn't function that way

Azul also snaps into his senses and realizes he likes having her around and didn't want her to leave. It'd sting not seeing her at her usual table at the Lounge, not passing by in the hallways, not seeing her laugh in defeat as he once again takes all her money in Monopoly. But how is he supposed to tell her all that

[SPOILERS]

They meet again in Diasomnia during Lilia's going away party. Taruchi pretends she doesn't see Azul and continues talking to Lilia and the gang. Until Azul goes up to Lilia to say whatever he had to say, then she says hi and wanders off.

Azul finds her again and talks to her: “Hello, Taruchi. Are you enjoying the party?” “Oh, Azul. Hi. Yeah, there's a lot of people here. Though I'm sad Lilia's leaving.” “So am I. He's a good upperclassman. ...I've made an observation. Apologies if I'm wrong, but it seems like you're trying not to talk to me.” “N-no, not at all. Sorry if it seemed that way.” “It's all right...” (pause as he's thinking about if he should bring up his newly-discovered feelings, but it gets too awkward and she starts to leave) “Wait, Taruchi—”

Cue Malleys overblotting and putting everyone to sleep

The rest is dreaming and Azul isn't in it at all so!! To be continued!!

#☆ taruchi's writings ✍️#☆ 💙

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luke-jace · 2 years

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I'm ramble about this Josh plot-line in She-Hulk and how they handled it. Projecting just a *Tad* ofc.

Like, yes, I get it esp w the ending she's supposed to Realize Her Worth and give up on him. And that he's an asshole.

but i gotta nitpick a bit at the messages.

Firstly like the messages are just... not set up right. They look sent one after another. It's a small nitpick but... ugh.

But, like... if he wasn't a dickhead, what kinda text does she expect back? like. Sure, it's def messed up to not respond, but... they're not actively texting each other either. Their messages are literally

"-date?-" "-yes-" "-date?-" "-yes-" "-okay-" "see you soon" "i'm here" that's it. Given the text behaviors of Someone I know, it's possible that, again, if he wasn't an asshole... that he just saw the text and went "okay" and moved on. And would possibly end up asking Sunday "hey, what'cha up to tonight" since she said she was off Sunday. (and honestly i kind of expected her to get back home and get a text from him that had just sent from the morning asking her out)

Side note, her text just... reads off anyways lmao. "that was fun. i can't stop smiling." just.. reads as Not having had fun. it sound... unenthusiastic.

but the response to all this as "you got ghosted, delete his number" and that it's Bad she sent another text... eh. No. You send a text like "hey's what'cha up to tonight" or something, and then if you don't get a response then, you've been ghosted. don't assume after One text. (which tbf, she did text him again and they were saying she had been ghosted and to delete his number, but i'd still give it til the end of the day. no response by the end of the day? yeah. cause keep in mind she was in an area with no reception, her text may show as having sent but might not have, or his response may not come thru. so whenever she gets home and it's confirmed her text sent... like. give it a bit, nothing... yeah...)

OFC. knowing the ending... yeah no shit she's not gonna get a response. he ghosted her. you right. but you gotta see it for the perspective of Not knowing those details. but also this is about the text she sent as well, that was def not the Best text to send. i'd literally just text 'hey whatcha up to' since as mentioned prior, they don't really text often anyways. that's a good text IF they had been texting quite a bit then it's weird to go without that communication so 'hey you okay' kinda thing would be Fine.

and you may say i'm nitpicking, but as mentioned, PROJECTION. i am def feeling this episode's point a Lot. do you know how many double or triple texts i've sent?? sometimes shit happens, sometimes ppl don't know how to respond, it's Weird man.

#original #she-hulk #she hulk #she hulk spoilers

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swinging-stars-from-satellites · 2 years

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Okay, so I’m super curious to hear your opinion—in Kaddish Mulder was reacting really strongly to the descriptions of the Jewish suffering and other examples of hate crimes and speech. One of the haters even pointed out that M looked like one himself (going purely off stereotypes—and man, wasn’t Scully the best when she just shut that creep right down?). Anyway, do you know if it’s canon that M’s got Jewish ancestry? Or was an inside nod to the actor’s own heritage? (According to IMDb the actor’s father was from a family of Jewish immigrants.)

Just curious for your opinion.

ok so tbf Kaddish is one of those eps that... falls short on representation and is often criticized for that??? which, that said, I actually don't dislike it as an episode, specifically for where it is in the season. I'm of the opinion that we can't hold stuff from, ya know, nearly 30 years ago to the same standards of representation that we have today, so.

anyway I... don't think there's anything in canon (as far as I've seen) that does outright confirm that his family is Jewish, but I know that's a widely accepted fandom headcanon and I've seen quite a lot of fics that come from that angle and I think I do tend to accept that as semi-canon in my own mind??

(also yeah I do think on some level it may have been a bit of a nod to David's heritage, but idk. there's lots of other people in the fandom who are more aware of behind the scenes stuff so maybe I'll do some looking around to see what else has been said on the topic)

also you're right, Mulder does have a really strong reaction to the antisemitism in that ep and I think it's kinda twofold, like there's more to it than just what's obvious. bc the one guy is EXTREMELY hateful toward him due to stereotypes like you said, and it catches him really off-guard but at the same time makes the case especially personal to him, AND because he's already especially vulnerable at that point, even prior to this specific case and situation

like... ok so you ever get really REALLY surprised/shocked/startled by something and there's no real reason for this reaction, but the unexpectedness of it makes you suddenly want to cry for a minute?? but that's a really unreasonable reaction so you just kinda smile or laugh to cover it??? or is this just me because the thing is, that's exactly what Mulder's reaction to the guy's hateful comments at the beginning was, imo. I saw that and just went 😟 bc I've SEEN that before I've FELT that before, that little shocked huff and duck of his head is like, that hit way harder than it had any reason to — and Scully sees that and will Not let it stand.

but imo part of the reason it hits him so hard is because he's already in a VERY emotionally vulnerable place in this ep, like. it's their first case since the events of Memento Mori, and there's just this *sense* of something being Wrong. Mulder looks about 3 seconds from a full-on breakdown for most of the episode, and not just bc it becomes so personal to him, he's just... still trying to deal with what's happening to Scully, and that makes EVERYTHING harder to deal with

and at the same time, Scully is also trying to deal with it too, and she does that by retreating a little bit, trying to give them both space while they work on this situation to process, and even though it doesn't directly get brought up, you just Know. all is not well with Dana Scully. idk if you noticed this scene but when she gets knocked over in that attic (i believe it was the attic of the synagogue, but I've only seen the ep once so I'm not sure)? it takes her WAY longer than it should to catch her breath. her cancer is weighing on the both of them and it does, in some way, affect the way they work this case.

lastly but not least-ly, bc I've gotten way off the original point of your ask, I do want to also mention the way Scully rushes over and helps Mulder up at the end of the ep... just bc it's cute tbh. and bc it seems there's a theme in this arc where even though she's the one who is literally dying, and she doesn't want Mulder to be all worried and trying to take care of her, instead she just tries so so so hard to take care of him and protect him and make sure he's alright; it's like she wants to take care of him now while she still can bc she's worried what will happen to him once she's gone — which is a topic I have seen in many many fics.

(and to end on that note,, if you want cancer arc fic recs, just say the word — i have a bunch!! :D)

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stilitana · 3 years

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I may be too optimistic about the Archive 81 adaptation at least in this one regard, but i’m not really jumping to negative conclusions from the vague statement that a “dark, deeply emotional romance” is at the core of the show--in many ways, I already see it that way. thoughts on a81 as a romance under the cut

To me, the vague info we have isn't enough to conclude they’ve completely rewritten Melody and Dan as romantic interests, at least not in a conventional sense. I've seen some upset reactions suggesting this, so I think some may be assuming the worst, but I'm not quite there yet. tbf...Melody already is Dan's love interest, at least in s1! By which I mean she is the name and voice onto which he projects his desire for human connection. (he does the same thing in s2 with clara. it's a thing he does.) Quite honestly, I did see the source material as a “romance,” in the dark and dysfunctional sense of a romance as consumption—dan consuming and being consumed by the tapes, developing a one-sided relationship with the melody he invented in his head because hers was the only voice he had for so long at his loneliest and darkest time. because she was the only one who could possibly understand what he was going through. because he was vicariously experiencing her life through the tapes--to him, it felt like they shared experiences, although in reality he was only a passive witness...at least at first. (and this is really interesting to me--it's like the whole blue velvet conundrum, "i don't know if you're a detective or a pervert." are you solving an archival mystery, dan, or are you just a voyeur getting way in over your head and inventing intimacy where none exists? can we have a relationship with someone we "know" through documents without being known in return? what does that look like, what does that mean? what is the role of an archive and an archivist, what are their relationships to subjects, how do documents form narratives?)

season 1 was a romance on multiple levels—between Melody and Alexa, and also about people like Melody and Dan who can’t stop listening and poking and prodding at something until it’s eaten them alive. also like…marc is a producer on the show and it's his material that includes gay characters in prominent roles in every season so. Just sort of hard for me to imagine taking archive 81 of all things and turning it into a milquetoast straight love story, because it's so...it's such a weird thing, honestly still in shock it's even being adapted for TV. It feels like one of the last things you'd even want to add visuals to because so much of what it's about is sound and noise and the weird scrappy writing that swings wildly at every pitch, misses a lot of them, keeps swinging anyway with greater vigor. It's actively worse and less interesting by leagues to turn it into a played-straight romance between Melody and Dan rather than Dan developing a disturbed parasocial relationship with the voice of a woman who is narrating him past the point of no return while she herself ventures deeper and deeper into something she will never really escape ever again. (And then manages to build a life like that with her wife anyway.) Then again, this is television, so maybe worse and less interesting is the goal...but then I have to think there are easier stories to adapt than this one. 🥴

The romance is Dan and the tapes, Melody and the Visser mystery, people and the inexorable pull of knowing things we are not meant to know even if it kills us or, as is often the case in a81, irrevocably alters us. That's the story I hope they're interested in telling.

I think this is why season one was really peak for me. I wouldn't necessarily make the romance genre claim for other seasons, but for this one I would. (In the vein of calling House of Leaves a romance.) Then again, it's Netflix, so I'm prepared to eat these words--it's possible they'll try to shoehorn in a conventional romance to draw in viewers who otherwise might look at the premise and source material and go, what the fuck is happening here? Which of course detracts from what a81 has going for it, which is swinging and missing and swinging again in an off-the-beaten-path medium without the rigidly enforced genre and plot limitations of television where listeners know what they're getting is a labor of love, something weird and silly and rough around the edges and always changing. I'll watch more out of morbid curiosity to see if I can understand how and why and what is gained/lost when an audio story like this is adapted...even though at the end of the day, for me, the joy of a81 was really the exuberance of the storytelling and witnessing mr. dan powell's obsession with sounds and odd noises...a love letter to sound indeed.

#txt #archive 81 #as much as i enjoyed listening to the tapes w dan...do i really need to /see/ melody explore the visser building?#?#i say no but we'll see what new things they bring to the story #never thought i'd get here...dan apologism...absolutely hated him when i first listened...#i was like where is the boss character bring him back someone needs to bully this guy #not to be too on brand but. i did start listening because i'd heard there was. le body horror #so the whole time i was like. when is this guy going to get fucked up already #then he did and i. realized maybe i didn't actually hate dan lmao i was like oh. oh no put him back he was okay actually!#he was just some guy!#and then...then we met nicholas...and the entirety of s3 was just 'where is dan? come back sir i understand your role now!'#give me back my squishy fake-brooding put-upon sap of a moral compass character please...something needs to balance this chaos...#even though he was insufferable for new reasons in s2 like. without his scruples he was nothing but that was plot relevant so i accept #also there will be no season 2. no one wants a season 2. the only thing i want to /see/ less than s1 is s2.#also the fact that he's not watching vhs tapes i guess (?) will introduce certain...logistical...difficulties...#i guess he can um. walk around rolling one of those old tv sets on a cart they used to wheel in at school 🤕#actually nevermind that's funny they should definitely produce a season 2 and do the office comedy version of videodrome #that sounds like a fantastic and highly marketable idea i think would do well without a doubt #anyway that's enough podcast thoughts for one day 🥴

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askgalartop3 · 3 years

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Anon who sent art including the Obstagoon evolution comic https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/86549879

- So I too have been trying to figure out what's going on. Unfortunately I can't read Japanese...but if anyone out there can please let us know!

So here is what I think is happening:

Piers and Marnie are visiting Raihan and his new (?) Zweilous (because it is part dark type so makes sense). This prompts Piers to recount how his Linoone evolved to Obstagoon.

The story is a little scrambled, but from what I can gather, Linoone was acting quite aggressive and angsty. At one point he scares Marnie. Piers decides to try to talk to Linoone, and figure out what's wrong by taking him outside (leaving the team to watch Marnie).

For some reason the comic keeps cutting back to Marnie and the team, but not long after Linoone evolves into Obstagoon thanks to the moon (because they evolve at night). This also explains why he was acting so aggressive.

Now the next part of the comic is my favourite. Piers is struck in both horror and surprise (which tbf if my weasel/ferret suddenly evolved into a giant badger i would shit my pants). Piers thinks Obstagoon goes to attack him, but instead recieves a hug - showing Obstagoon is back to his loving self and he's still the same Zigzagoon from the beginning 🥺 Obstagoon also seems sorry for upsetting Marnie earlier.

Anyway that's all I could gather. Sorry this is long but it's interesting to see moments like this depicted as comics

(P.S Piers does this mean that you were wondering late at night with Linoone, then he evolved?! Was it as shocking as in this comic?)

mmm... I guess that makes sense? cute as it is again I wasnt at home when my pokemon evolved. its not like I went into the gym challenge with fully evolved mons or came outta it without em

anyway its called insomnia. I often thought Id make some progress instead of lyin awake when it struck. Obstagoon evolved durin one of those nights. wasnt shockin or anythin. I knew he was gettin close. made me happy to see him fully evolved

#but I do miss him bein small /P #sometimes /P #gym leader piers #pokemon piers

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Yesterday I got struck by the phrase "just picked up a cold from somewhere", and before I knew it I'd written 2.4k. oops. Characters from Kaleid0//tr0pe again, but fic writer/fan artist au so no prior knowledge needed.

How are you, anyway?

Drew hasn’t been active much for the last week or so, which, Harrison knows, is totally fine, only, it’s not like him. He’s not sure he’s expecting a response, but it comes only a few hours later, a jumble of letter adding up to

Mrrbnghhh

Oh honey, Harrison types. What’s up?

And then he goes back and deletes the oh honey before he sends it, because he isn’t quite that brave.

Ugh I’ll be fine, sorry for complaining. Just picked up a cold somewhere.

You poor thing

If I die, leak my wips to AO3

Oh absolutely not, I’ll change the names and publish them, profit off your genius

You’ll have the finish them all first then, I haven’t written a word all week

Damn, you’ll just have to tell me all the spoilers you have planned out in your head now, so I can defend your legacy

Drew’s typing bubble appears, then disappears, then appears again. Not that Harrison is watching. They don’t have conversations like this all that often; their back and forth usually spaces throughout their days. Harrison loves it when it does happen though - Drew makes him laugh like no other friend of his ever has, and it’s all without them even hearing each other’s voices.

Killian dies, Drew types, and Harrison gasps aloud.

Don’t you DARE

>:)

Stop being ill immediately, it’s giving you bad ideas

I will give up my evil plots if you can magically cure me tbh, im so tired of sneezing

Harrison sends a Baymax gif.

You know I’d cure you if I could

Notion appreciated

Harrison isn’t sure how to reply to that. He lets it sit, but Drew starts typing again only a few minutes later.

Seriously, I sneezed eight times since I sent that message, magical cure needed asap

For someone Harrison has never met, he sure does want to take care of him.

Oh honey he types, and this time he sends it before he can second guess himself. Drew doesn’t reply, and Harrison fights his instinct to regret it. He sends another message instead. Probably you brought this on yourself by being evil to poor Killian

Makes sense, headcolds *are* such a just punishment for moral deficiencies.

And then, plot me a way round killing him, then

That’s simple have u tried just not killing him?

You know it’s no fun if none of my readers cry……… and, had another sneezing fit whilst I typed that, so maybe there’s something in your theory

Quick then, think up some last second miracle to save him, and save yourself in the process

Hmm says Drew, and then doesn’t say anything else for a while. Harrison waits for a bit, but nothing more seems forthcoming right now. He’s still feeling that want, that notion to wrap his arms around Drew and cheer him up. He’s never even met the man. Still, cheering him up… he might be able to do something with that. A thought develops in his head, and he lets himself imagine it through before he pins down the image that will show it all. He switches windows, and starts to sketch.

It’s forty minutes later before the other window chimes with another message from Drew

So, you might be onto something there

Oh? 👀 Harrison asks, before going back to his sketch. It’s coming along nicely, but hands are always a bitch.

I may have written a few thousand words. *And* I only had one sneezing fit in that time

I’m so proud! And I’m glad ur nose is behaving

God so am I

I may also have been doing something

Harrison screenshots his sketches, then crops it down to an interesting corner. Enough for Drew to recognise who it is, but not enough to see where it’s going.

Drew responds, !!!!!!

Where do you stand on a words-for-art trade?

Tbf your words are probably much less rough than these sketches

Idk, the angst comes more naturally

Wait

Did u trick me into optimism

I must be ill

Drew tends to be measured with his responses, slow to hit send until he’s said all he wants to say. The four messages in a row make Harrison smile, Drew’s relaxation with him shining through.

That’s *my* secret evil power

What if I’m actually just allergic to optimism

That doesn’t seem very likely

No hear me out - I said optimism out loud and it made me cough

Drew. From what you’ve already said, am I wrong to think that saying anything is making you cough right now?

,,, no comment There are a lot of false starts to send that message, and on a whim, Harrison types bless u

Thank u I need it

Then bless you again for next time

Can confirm I have used it already

Consider this a blanket blessing for the next half hour of sneezes until I finish this sketch, yeah?

I will aim to sneeze a lot so you get more for your money

Thank u for ur consideration

But also Drew pls go take some medicine or something

I don’t have any in the house, alas I am resigned to my sneezy fate

Harrison does a two minutes sketch of a pill bottle and sends it

Here take these

Very Alice in Wonderland of u

Yes you caught me I was not trying to make u feel better I was trying to sneakily shrink u whilst you weren’t paying attention

Careful, you’re bordering on evil thoughts, the sneezes might get to you soon too

The only good thing about not being able to look after u in person is that I escape the contagion, you’ll have to try harder

Harrison presses send without thinking. Oops. There’s a definite pause.

Believe me ur definitely better off not being here

Well, know that in every way but physically I am sending u a hug right now

In every way but physical I will take that hug, and I will try not to to sneeze on it

A hug from me is nothing to be sneezed at

Ha. I bet.

Go metaphorically sneeze on ur writing for a bit, I want to send u this when it’s ready

Do I get any more blessings in advance seeing as we talked through the original half hour

Hmm Bless u Bless u, bless u, bless u

And bless u again, will that tide u over?

I will do my best

Nope

Lasted less than a minute

My bless you blanket only covers non-evil deeds did u take that into account

Oh that’s where I went wrong

Anyway go draw

Bless u tho

Thanks

I mean

We could skype? Or Discord, or whatever. Then u could have all the blessings u deserve without us having to switch back and forth all the time

Drew takes a minute to reply.

It’s chill we don’t have to, just a suggestion Harrison follows up with

Sorry wasn’t ignoring u there was just a bad tickle

The phrasing is adorable, Harrison can’t help but coo a little.

I’m a mess, tho

What else is new?

… rude

I’d like that, tho. If ur really okay with it

I really am

It’s only then that Harrison thinks to take stock of what he’s wearing, of when he last washed his hair. He runs a hand through it, but it’s at a stage of doing whatever it wants, and he gives up with a shrug. Drew has already seen the weirdest parts of his personality, it’ll be fine. Hopefully.

He takes the plunge, suspecting Drew will only believe him when he sees the call coming through, and presses the button to connect them.

Drew answers, and when his video appears, his face is slack in a pre-sneeze blur.

“One sec,” Drew manages to say, then bends into a tissue as the sneeze escapes.

“Bless you! And, hi?”

“Hi,” says Drew, “and thanks. It’s going to happen again in a second.” Harrison studies his face as his expression falters again, seeing the redness of his nose even through the dim light around him.

“HehEttcssshhh,”

“Bless you,”

“HhhIssshhh!”

“Bless you,” Drew shudders slightly, but it passes and he smiles up at the camera.

“It’s nice to see you,” He says, and there’s so much warmth in his voice despite its hoarseness.

“It’s good to see you too, Drew. Oh, bless you again?” He guesses, and he’s right. Drew looks sheepish.

“I did warn you.”

“I know. You didn’t warn me you had adorable little sneezes though.”

Drew’s nose, as if pleased by the attention, twitches visibly, and he’s saved from responding by a sudden burst of three.

“Bless you,”

“Probably it’s your optimism making it worse,” Drew tries, and Harrison laughs.

“Or it’s because you’re not atoning for your writing sins quickly enough.”

“Fine, fine, we'd better get to work.”

“I’m saving you from yourself,” Harrison repeats, and Drew laughs.

By the angle his face appears at, Harrison guesses Drew has used his phone for the video call, propped up against his computer. He’s proved right when Drew starts to type; the tapping of his keyboard filling the silence. He’s glad for it, and adds to it with the scratching of his stylus. For a while, they work, together but separate, and it’s nice.

About ten minutes in, Drew’s typing slows, and a couple of sniffles make their way through the microphone.

“Alright?” Harrison asks, barely glancing at Drew on the screen.

“Hh-djuhh.”

“Bless you,” Harrison keeps sketching, but he thinks he can hear Drew building up to another sneeze.

“Hdjjschhuh—”

“Bless you-“

“HDJSCCHHUE!”

“Bless you, sweetheart!”

And so it goes. Drew types, Harrison sketches, Drew sneezes, Harrison blesses him. If they’re sneaking glimpses of each other every so often as well, well, who’s to tell.

Drew hadn’t been lying about all the sneezing. Harrison still finds himself wanting to hug him — maybe even more so now he can see the exhaustion on his face after each one — but he settles for a gentle blessing, letting some endearments slip out here and there too. Each set gets stuffier and stuffier until Drew mutes his mic to blow his nose, and then the sneezes sound soft and tickly until the cycle goes round again.

“Hiii’schoo, hh-tshhhiew, huh- uh- huhhh, huh! HaTCHiew! hATchhiew! Hah’tscchHhh!”

“Bless you, darling. Those sounded satisfying.”

Drew groans in agreement, and Harrison’s whole body takes note of the noise.

“Hh’djjuuh,” he sneezes again, and his eyes stay closed afterwards. Harrison’s voice is quiet as he blesses him once more.

“It looks like you should be in bed.”

Drew’s face flushes, and Harrison holds back a smile. His next sneeze has no force to it, like his body is agreeing with Harrison. They’re filling with consonants again, too, and Harrison suspects it won’t be long before Drew goes all shy to blow his nose. It’s unreasonably adorable, the whole thing. As Harrison watches, Drew buries his face in yet another tissue, and the sounds of the sneezes are muffled where he catches them. Harrison looks back at his sketches as he blesses him, and is surprised to see he’s almost finished. He looks at the clock, and is less surprised. They’ve been going a long time.

Drew gives another little snuffling sneeze, just the tail end of the “‘choo” sound.

“You might be right,” he finally admits. He coughs a little, too.

“I’ll send you this as soon as I can see you're in bed,” Harrison promises, and this time they both blush at the implication. “Not like that,” he says, laughing at himself.

“I know. I just need to - snff- get ready. Can I just leave you here?”

“I’ll wait,” Harrison agrees.

Drew stretches, then stands, and the movement prickles his sinuses. He swears, and then the loudest sneeze Harrison has heard from him all night bursts out, wracking through his whole body in the corner of Harrison’s laptop. Harrison has learnt to save the blessing until the end of the fit, and there’s clearly another one coming now.

“HUHResxhhCHUUU! Huh, huh, huh!! HeP’tchoo! HepTcHhhuh! Huheh! Ehe— hEHTCHIEWWW!! HeTCHIEW! Tch’SCHOO—tschOO! Iiii‘Schiew! Jesus Christ,”

Harrison counts the blessings off on his fingers whilst Drew sniffles desperately, not quite sure whether or not he’s done.

“I’m gonna-“ He gestures towards his door, and Harrison nods his understanding. He disappears off screen, but before there’s any sound of a door opening, his nose gets to him again.

“Bless you!” Harrison calls, and hears Drew laugh a little bit in response.

Knowing Drew’s phone is safely in here, Harrison posts his art to tumblr, tagging him in it. Feel better, sweetheart, he captions it. It’s more art than he’d normally manage in an evening, but if he can’t physically look after Drew, at least he can make his own favourite character take care of Drew’s favourite character. It’s not, per se, subtle, but he’s just spent his evening Skyping with the guy sneezing his head off, and his crush is showing no signs of abating. It might even be worse. So he uploads all the images, in all their care-taking glory. The hugs and cuddles and forehead kisses I couldn’t give you, he calls it in his head.

When Drew comes back, changed into pyjamas and somehow looking even more rumpled, Harrison wants it even more. Wants to kiss his red-raw nose, wants to rub his back through his coughs. Wants to hand him tissue after tissue to tend to his nose, to soothe those ever-quivering nostrils.

One day, he thinks, and is surprised by himself, by the surety of his thoughts.

Drew picks up his phone to climb into bed, and Harrison gets a whirlwind glimpse at the rest of his room. The phone settles with Drew’s head half-hidden in a pillow, and for a moment the camera shakes as one final sneeze slips through.

“Bless you, Drew.”

“Thanks. And- thanks for keeping me company tonight.”

“We should do it more often,” Harrison suggests.

“As soon as I’ve stopped sneezing my head off,” Drew agrees.

“I mean, I hope for your sake that that’s soon. But we don’t have to hold off until then if you don’t want to.” Drew gives him a sleepy smile, and each blink of his eyes is getting slower and slower.

“Sleep, Drew,” Harrison says, softly. “I’ve left you a present on tumblr for the morning,”

“I’ll look forward to it.”

“Sweet dreams, dearheart.”

“Goodnight, Harrison. Get some rest too.”

“I will, I will. Goodnight” he kisses his fingertips, placing them over the image of Drew on his screen, and just glimpses a last, blushing smile before the call disconnects.

#snz fic #sneeze fic #my writing #rip to the italics we lost to copy and paste #idk how obvious it’ll be who sent which messages but I hope it’s straightforward to wwork out

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glon-morski · 4 years

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Trial by Fire - Orignal Character Sheet

Story link: Trial by Fire on AO3

Character: Torikae Meko

Name Meaning: 'Torikae' (取替) means "to swap/exchange". 'Meko' is formed with the kanji ‘me’ (目) meaning "eye/eyeball" or "to look/stare/glance" and ‘ko’ (子) which means "child". Her entire name is a giant reference to her Quirk.

Physical appearance: Meko is an average-sized girl of about 1m68 (5’6’’). She’s slim, but also has some visible muscle definition to her showing that she exercises a lot, with her shoulders and biceps being the most defined and her abdominal and back muscles being the least visibly trained. (She has muscle there, too, it just isn’t as visibly built.) She has a rather narrow waist and hips and is rather flat-chested, sporting a modest A-cup. She has long, coral-colored hair that she ties either in a high pony-tail-braid or, more often, in two low pigtails resembling the haircut of Saya from the anime Blood-C. Her complexion is light brown and she has aquamarine, almond-shaped eyes (when her iris are visible, anyway – see her Quirk for explanation details).

Hero costume: The most notable thing are her goggles, the lenses of which are one-way mirrors reflecting everything in front of her without hindering her being able to see (like the one-way mirror walls in police interrogation rooms in media, where it looks like a mirror on one side but there’s actually a room behind it and people can use it as a window to observe the interrogation). This is meant to hide not only what or who she’s looking at (similar to Eraserhead’s goggles), but also what her eyes look like (refer to the Quirk section for explanation). Beyond that, her hero costume is a form-fitting, reinforced, dark green biker jump-suit (a bit similar to the outfit of Makoto Nijima from the Persona 5 game once she awakens her Persona) to which she attaches various small knickknacks, particularly at the utility belt, around the ankles and wrists, but also at various other places. These knickknacks include but are not limited to tiny glass bottles containing one or two drops of various liquids, singular metal chain links, short wires, small pieces of wood, plant leaves and at least one or two pieces of some sort of fluff.

Quirk: Optic Exchange – If she looks at something and wills it, the object she’s looking at turns into the material her sclera is currently made of, while her sclera take on the material of the thing she’s been looking at. So the first time she’s used her Quirk, whatever she looked at turned into the biological material of her eyes and her eyes became whatever she’s been looking at. This works not only for solid materials like wood and metal, but also for fluids like water and most elements, like earth and fire and even for biological materials like plants or cooked meat. However, she cannot use her Quirk on anything in gaseous form, and depending on the material her eyes turn into she may not be immune to potential damage to her eye-sockets or the skin around her eyes. (So when her eyes turned into fire like in chapter 30 of TbF, she burned herself because her skin is not fireproof.) Her optical nerves and other optical cells seem to be protected to some degree, so risk of loss of eye-sight is significantly lowered, if not negligent in most cases. However, if she overuses her Quirk, her eye-sight worsens permanently and does not recover. Depending on the material her sclera turns into, her iris may be swallowed in the exchange so that only the material her eyes took on and her pupils remain, though this only seems to happen with some of the solid materials and never for fluid ones.

Personality: Meko is generally soft-spoken and a touch shy, but she’s also very determined and stubborn. Once she makes up her mind about someone, there’s no making her realize she might be wrong unless you have solid proof. Once she makes up her mind about doing something, there’s nearly no convincing her to not do it. You can either leave her to whatever she’s decided to do, or follow along to try and keep an eye on her, but forget about stopping her. That said, she also knows when to step back and let someone else take charge and, despite her stubbornness, she’s actually more prone to doing that than to taking matters into her own hands because she doesn’t feel comfortable leading others. However, while she’ll try to follow another’s plan to a T in most cases, if she thinks she has a better way to deal with things that won’t endanger her teammates, she’ll deviate and do her own thing. She’s not quite a ‘Lone Wolf’, but she’s not someone who always works perfectly with others, either. This is especially obvious when it comes to her Quirk, as people often tend to tell her to be careful with how she uses it and to not overdo it due to the potential damage she can do to her eyes, while Meko always tends to quickly consider both pros and cons of a certain course of action and then, when she decides to take it, not hesitating to see things through no matter how much pain she might have to endure or how much damage she risks to do to her own eyes. It’s not to the point of taking pointless risks, but she definitely doesn’t shy away from hurting herself if her using her Quirk can be a deciding factor of how a situation develops.

@ any artist willing to draw her, feel free, I’ll be honored. I only ask that you post your art with a reblog of this post or a link to it and not pretend she’s your OC :3

#BnHA #Glon's writing #Glon's OCs #Trial by Fire #OC Character Sheet #For those who are interested in details I might not be able to show in the fic because she's ultimately a minor character

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dismas-dumbass · 4 years

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henlo, welcome to the ad where i pretty much just throw stuff at a wall and see what sticks. i’m still figuring out my guys so some details are gunna be sparse but??? i definitely don’t mind brainstorming more/plotting stuff out if any y’all are interested in what i have to offer!

Character 1: Name Pending Arthur something, idk last name yet LOL i am prepared for this. anyway his FC is gunna be Michael Fassbender and he’s a fisherman/native to Alderhelm. he’s a pretty good guy, upstanding citizen, and absolutely loves the sea. he can also be a little too??? trusting so there is that and if it weren’t for his twin brother he’d probably be dead or worse by now woopsie. some backstory is that his parents died in a boating accident maybe in high school? but they had left behind enough inheritance for at least Arthur to go to college? he was a good student -went for marine biology or something similar idk- and while he did graduate with good grades he honestly wasn’t about the academic life so much? so he became a fisherman lol and that’s where he’s been ever since. he’s a damn good worker and loves being out on boats. the only eventful thing to happen to him was a bad thunderstorm taking out the boat he was on [this probably occurred in his thirties? it’s a sort of but not really recent event?]. idk if i wanna make it a gigantic thing where people died & he managed to survive but either way he doesn’t eeexxactly like working out in storms anymore and whenever there’s a bad thunderstorm about he can’t sleep. besides that? life’s pretty uneventful. whether that changes will depend on how plots go! Ad #1- you may have guessed it, this is an ad for the aforementioned twin brother! since i’ve lost control of my life and am a sucker for identical twin plots i will say that the FC for the twin is Michael Fassbender~ unlike my character, the twin is a kind of grumpy worrywart who would rather shut a party down than possibly see it turn into a chaotic mess. he means well -he really does, but... uh, yeah, he’s a buzzkill. tbf he was kind of set up to be the protective brother of Arthur since his parents drilled the fact that he was the older twin into his head from an early age [he’s older by a few minutes, Arthur will always keep pointing this out in typical younger twin fashion]. he’s especially protective after the death of their parents -an idea i had was that his parents sat him down and asked him to make sure to look after Arthur if something happens to them [which is definitely not suspicious af nor is it prophetic, right?]. he’s ESPECIALLY protective of Arthur after the boat accident during the thunderstorm that Arthur survived. seriously, he’s terrified something will happen to Arthur and will use all of his power to make sure that his younger twin is protected in bubble wrap for the rest of his days. overall he’s an okay guy, may lean towards the bad side of things from time to time, and underneath all the thorns and seriousness is a person just trying to look out for his last remaining family. will he succeed? find out in the next volume of drowning songs! Ad #2- mmuucchh more vague but calling all fisherman! i imagine Arthur works for a company and boat but obv. there’s gotta be more people! he’s a rather friendly fellow so he’s probably gunna have at least a few friends [tho he can be snarky so enemies? too?] and with Alderhelm being a seaside town, well, there’s probably a need for quite a few fishermen! & fisherwomen, obv. no judging in the great big seas here! i do have a funny idea for the captain of his ship pretty much being the stereotypical grizzled-looking sea captain you’d find from the stories of old: big bushy graying beard, large coat, maybe even has a pipe for fun. he’s actually not as scary as his appearance so Arthur gets along great with him. whheeethhheerr the captain is actually a good guy is, of course, something that can be developed tho Arthur probably won’t know either way lmao. anyway, fishermen/fisherwomen unite! Ad? #3- this isn’t so much of an ad as it is an idea i’m tossing out cause it might??? not be good but maybe??? there’s someone obsessed interested in him? i’m torn between it being an alumni of the Sons of the Sea [i know, kind of specific & there’s limited spots so idk maybe just someone who went to college with him] or someone going to college rn. anyway they’re not exactly a nice(tm) person so Arthur would never go for them even if he was aware [he might be a bit dense, idk] and so there might be some uncomfortable??? awkward??? tense encounters??? that could lead to even worse possibilities??? it’ll give his twin a heart attack for sure lmao. as i said not reallllyy a fleshed out idea but? if anyone is interested? i am all ears *eyes* Character 2: doooonn’t have a name yet for this lad uh oh. his FC is gunna be Tarjei Sandvik Moe and he’s currently attending Alderhelm College. he’s also~ one of the pledges for the Sons of the Sea plot so there is that! idk if he’s gunna be one of those rare undergrads who happen to get chosen or a more academically typical case [smart in something??? idk what i am not the smart one here lol] also his family is rich so that helps ttoooooo. idk what his personality is gunna be just yet but he’s probably gunna be somewhat naive? maybe can hold his own but also? is a cinnamon roll? so he’s probably gunna get wrecked or twisted or something idk fun fun fun times! Ad: nothing too specific but he’s obviously from a rich family so??? rich fam time??? no theme tbh -in fact this can be sort of a reverse wanted ad if a rich fam has a need for a possibly naive college age son- though an idea is that, since his FC is Norwegian, his family is new money and comes from Europe so there could be some tension??? from the other rich families??? idk idk idk alright crappy wanted ad oovvverrr if any y’all are interested in any of my rambling you can come on over to my discord which is dismas#9766! if you don’t have a discord you can always DM me on Tumblr and i’ll try to make sure to be vigilant and check it out often! <3 <3 <3 happy plottin y’all also pls gib me drama i thrive on it

#drowningrp #eyoooo here's a crappy wanted ad post!#dev challenge~#prettier aesthetic stuff may??? come later???#also put this in 1 ad cause reasons lmao #also also jamming out to the DS spotify list as i type this up #dismas types up 10 billion words

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shellheadtm-a · 4 years

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Steve x Tony @shieldslinger / send me a ship and-

Who asks the other on dates: lbh with each other here, these are the kind of assholes that have an actual date night. sometimes they even make it to it and do date things. but also let's be honest with the fact they've been going on dates for years and were too dumb to realize it. museums? burgers and a movie? you know they've done it, you know it was a date, and you know they had literally no idea. because they're dumbasses. Who is the bigger cuddler: with all the unnecessary touching that went on with them from like literally steve's first day out of the ice and you come into my home and ask that question? as touchy as they were before (those sweet, sweet shoulder squeezes of validation) you know it's worse now. movie night's probably a nightmare just because you know it's either bc tony's draped some part of himself on steve, or they're jammed so close together you couldn't squeeze a sheet of paper between them, or...listen. when two tactile people love each other very much, they're probably really gross and annoyingly handsy, and i don't mean in the...gropey kind of way, they're just touchy. all the time. must toch. plus they have a shitton of issues, which probably doesn't help in that either but eh. Who initiates holding hands more often: there's a theme here, you know that right. there's a theme here, because it's a theme in canon, and it's tony offering a hand up to steve. like it's a thing, you know it, i know it, so if you don't think tony's needy hand holder in this relationship, you'd be wrong. it's sad, he gets this weird little thrill at even being able to do that, and on the one hand...you gotta feel bad for him. he'd take whatever steve gives him and tell himself that's enough and he's content with it, because it's steve. but knowing steve's okay with it? a religious experience.

Who remembers anniversaries: well, it's not steve rogers, i can tell you that. and you know what, that's okay, and that's fair, and tony loves him anyway. he might be the man with a plan, but he's useless with a planner. he gets caught up in things, it's fine, tony remembers for the both of them, it's why he has friday. what i'm saying is the only one who really remembers any important dates at all is friday. Who is more possessive: i don't know that...you could really classify either of them that way? overly protective, sure. clucky with mother hen tendencies, the both of them, yeah. taking what they can of each other's time, even if it's just to be able to say good night and good morning, absolutely. but i don't think...with who they are as people, they really can't be. Who gets more jealous: which goes back to being possessive, right, like tony has a little jealous streak but it doesn't manifest blatantly as one. two, they're public figures so...there's not a lot of room for jealousy there. like captain america and iron man might be characters they play (which are still them, i know i've talked about it but bear with me, it's an idealized version of them, separate from the inner selves) but they're public, you know, they're superheroes, and there's an expectation you share each other with the job. and with the people you save. with the world, really. i think it's more about taking what time they do have as steve and tony more than anything else. Who is more protective: this is a joke, right? this is a joke. these two idiots would throw themselves in front of each other over and over and over again if you let them. that said, tony's moreso. and i'll tell you why. everything he's done? all the bad? the times he's sold his soul? was to keep steve - and their loved ones - safe. or happy, in a situation where there was really nothing they could do. every time. or i'll go one better. tony will absolutely trade his own life for steve's in the blink of an eye, because he's always believed between the two of them steve's the better man. he's done it. willingly. without a second thought once he's made the decision to do it. he probably has a "sacrifing myself for the greater good and especially steve" face. i'd like to lie and say that he understands if something happened to him how badly it would hurt steve but...if it came down to a choice of tony dying if it meant steve would live, he'd trade himself in a heartbeat. that's uh. something he's working on (he's not). Who is more likely to cheat: this really is a joke. steve "my middle name is noble" rogers and tony "has been in love with steve rogers for years" stark. like tony would never, ever, ever say it, but this is it. i don't mean in some fatalistic way, and i mean he fully believes he has an expiration date so he wouldn't say anything anyway, but this is it. steve's always been The One. his Person. never would happen, not in a million fucking years. Who initiates sexy times the most: you would think the answer is anthony edward stark and in most cases you'd be right, but steve rogers is not most cases, it is steve rogers and the rules don't apply to him. by which i mean surprisingly steve is the proactive one here, and i think it's because tony is...he is hesitant. it's weird, he's pushy with his forms of affection and then he backs off in this arena but i would argue he's getting better about it, and that the only reason he is like that is because he doesn't...he's very careful with steve, really, he's still walking on eggshells a little. give him time, the tables will turn, he'll be pouncing steve from dark corners like an overgrown house cat with the 3am zoomies and a need to fight. Who dislikes PDA the most: they're not, you know, public yet. so it's not like this is really a thing outside of their friends circle, and even then, like. i'm willing to bet literally nothing has changed in the slightest except you might walk in on them smoochin. oh, the huge manatee. tbf, for some people it might be (clint, looking directly at you) considering who wants to see their parents doing that but you know. tough tiddy. anyway, they’re just...not really the type. Who kills the spider: listen they know some spiders who are very good people, and it's not nice to talk about premeditated murder. there is a strict catch and release program in place and by that i mean tony will absolutely release said spiders back with their people. except nat, because she's scary. Who asks the the other to marry them: steve's joked around about that once. once. and tony did not take it well with his past history of failed relationships. not out of a fear of committment, are you kidding me, this is tony who makes being married a personality trait. but because he thinks he's a jinx. i can tell you one thing, it won't be him that asks, if they ever get around to doing something more official than cohabitating. shaking up. whatever you want to call it. not unless it's a jokey thing that gets taken seriously (which would change his tune embarrassingly fast). he's gunshy at this point. he's been engaged a few times and it's telling that he doesn't have like three divorces under his belt. and also they're still feeling out the new them, which is fine, it's good they're doing that. but he'd say yes in a heartbeat. Who buys the other flowers or gifts: the answer you're looking for is tony stark. it is tony stark who does this, thank you. it could be big things, like, i don't know, a mansion (hello, 890 5th avenue). training robots for the gym that...no one needs to know the price tag on that steve's going systematically tear apart. training scenarios for the danger room he's spent three days straight coding and putting together. new uniforms. or it could be little things like a book steve's been meaning to get and read or his favorite bagel or...either way. it's just who tony is, he can't help it. if he has it, he gives it. honestly i feel like at some point steve's just learned to roll with it because there's no stopping it. he's been doing it forever, since day one (hey guys, remember the cray mainframe?), but now he's signed up for no complaining so you know. that's on him. Who would bring up possibly having kids: said like it hasn't already happened. it's steve, by the way. it's 1000% steve and he's already done it and tony's giving ten million reasons why he shouldn't when he knows he's going to say yes, and so what i'm really getting at here is they need to start thinking nursery colors for the mansion, because they're not fooling anyone. and they're gonna be amazing parents and that kid is gonna be the most spoiled, loved, protected baby ever. she hit the jackpot and doesn't even know it. this is also the only superfamily content i am here for. just a dumbass, a himbo, and a superbaby. also consider. all the cute. knitted things. i demand cute knitted things, it's not up for debate. Who is more nervous to meet the parents: that's...not an issue, for one thing. for another, like. literally their entire friends group are...all...the same people. lbr there was literally a betting pool in place and i wonder who won. it keeps me up at night, wondering who cashed in on tony and steve no longer being quite as big of a pair of dumbasses as they have been. part of me hopes it was peter parker, i worry about you, spooder-min. Who sleeps on the couch when the other is angry: tony uh. will stay in his lab if they have a row but i can promise you he doesn't sleep much. if at all. it's part and parcel with the tony stark experience in this case. he'll stay in his hidey hole and be sad because steve's mad at him, but won't do anything about it at first, just stay and be sad. because he's sad. and also Feeling An Emotion is hard and they don't know how to use their words. Who tries to make up first after arguments: i'd argue 70% of the time it's probably tony. like, they're both stubborn, we know that. they both dig in their heels and think they're right, the other's wrong, and they're being stupid about it. and about some things they're just literally never going to agree but don't know how to agree to disagree. tony gets set in a rut and won't consider a deviation from what he's already decided is going to happen. steve gets mulish and refuses to listen to another point of view. they butt heads. but honestly, at this point, at the end of the day (if he can stop sulking), after everything that's happened? you know, at this point it's obvious that when they argue and stay mad, bad things tend to happen. tony doesn't even have memories of the worst of it but he knows he took it badly, let's be real here (i say, like badly's not a hilarious understatement). he may not apologize in a way that says he's wrong, but he may do it for helping escalate a fight. bc, you know, blah blah, not half as good as anything as i am doing it next to you, blah blah, azure eyes, blah blah, good morning beloved. Who tells the other they love them more often: honestly, now that those big scary words are out there, and there's no takebacksies in having said it, they've both been pretty free with them. making up for lost time, i guess. i think they have different tones, though. tony's as free with those with steve as he's ever been with anything else. he gives them...often? and with no expectation of anything in return. because that's how he's always been with steve. and from steve like...a lot of time it seems like...as much as he says it? it's a reassurance more than anything (because we know how tony is). sometimes tony even lets himself believe it without second guessing himself.

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klanced · 6 years

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What’s so wrong with Pidge man? Rant accepted

A lot of this is personal opinion, and I also haven’t touched VLD in a while so my perception may be skewed lol. This also isn’t a comprehensive list because I would forget my brain if it wasn’t already in my head.

A lot of what I dislike abt Pidge is like, 70% me just hating VLD’s writing lol, so it can be kind of hard to separate the Genuine Problems I Have With Pidge from my General Problems With Voltron. That being said, before I get the “well Pidge is just a product of the writing so u can’t really blame her for being a sub-par character”, consider this: I can and I will.

Pidge’s story + character arc about her family takes up an unbelievable amount of screentime and it doesn’t always pay off.

Like at first I was cool w her searching for her dad and brother but the writers…… stretched it out for so long……… and then when we DID meet Matt and later Sam, both reunions felt shoe-horned in + rushed and also had little to no impact on Pidge’s character development.

Like why TF was Matt found in the first couple episodes of season ¾/whatever like NARRATIVELY SPEAKING why would u ever conclude ANY character’s arc at the BEGINNING of the season it makes no SENSE. You save that stuff for the end of a season bc it’s a Resolution so you group it with the Other Plot Resolutions like hello. It’s not that hard.

Also Matt’s character is just… super bland and this is more of a criticism of Matt than Pidge but imo Matt wasn’t needed. Like at all. That post where OP says Matt should have been replaced with Adam? DELICIOUS AND SO TRUE.

And Dad Holt’s rescue was also so goddamn boring and like. Inconsequential. Mainly because it happened in the episode where Zarkon was MURKED (which WHAT?????????????????????????) so it’s completely forgettable. And then he just leaves fhskjghqahfhksf

We spent SO much time on the Holt family and maybe it’s because I’m not white or straight but I wasn’t attached to Matt and Sam’s characters at ALL. Which is a huge failing on the writer’s part considering how much story time was devoted to them like if you’re going to make me sit through five episodes of Pidge’s backstory rehashed you damn well better make me at least LIKE the characters introduced. But no.

Speaking of which the number of times they rebooted Pidge’s backstory was like. Ridiculous shdgkjdshkghsdkjgsd

That one episode in the first season was GOLDEN you literally didn’t have to elaborate anymore Voltron. Please. We get it she loves her family. That’s reason enough we get it PLEASE move on PLEASE I’m begging you.

Also as a result of the Home Alone sub-plot a lot of Pidge’s personality revolves around 1) her family and 2) being smart. Which is like… an okay start, but Pidge’s character never grows?? Like Pidge straight up never changes imo she’s the same pre- and post-Kerberos just add familial motivation. It’s weird.

The introduction of family is imo one of the best ways to highlight character growth and development bc your family is supposed to get whiplash over how you’ve changed since they saw you last but that. Doesn’t really happen with either Pidge & Matt or Pidge & Sam.

Pidge is honestly a really static character. Which is saying something because Voltron only trips into character development once in a blue moon but she still stands out as being particularly Unchanged.

Speaking of which Pidge has been getting more & more obnoxious as the show progresses. Like I get the staff wants to hype up their Inclusionary Feminist Win! by highlighting how smart Pidge is but they always, ALWAYS do it at the expense of characters like Hunk and Lance.

90% of Pidge and Lance interactions are her making fun of him, and Hunk is often overshadowed by the Pidge&Matt Show or his abilities are thrown into direct competition with hers.

SPEAKING OF WHICH……………………………….

My absolute, biggest beef with Pidge is her treatment of Lance. Hunk also gets some bullshit but it’s more of a passive side-effect to the Pidge Phenomenon, whereas Lance bears the brunt of it.

Like Pidge is a WHITE girl and you’re really gonna have her tease & call Lance, a BROWN teenager who is one of the show’s main draws + visible rep, DUMB on MULTIPLE occasions and always gets away with it. It’s a gag! It’s a running joke on the show! We’re supposed to laugh and agree with Pidge! No one ever calls Pidge out on it, Pidge never matures and 1) quits that shit and 2) APOLOGIZES, MAYBE, and I’m ghdskjghskdjghkjdsghskgdgjsdghkdsjghkdsjgsdg

The whiteness. It just jumps out.

And going back to my first point, Pidge takes up SO much of the overall plot of Voltron (tbf so do Shiro and Keith but I’ve bitched abt that before and will bitch about it again) and like can we mayhaps… take some of that screen time…. and give it to Lance and Hunk and Allura perchance? Perhaps? Can we pause the Pidge train and switch lines maybe? Just for a while? Can I get a balanced narrative? Can I please get a balanced and shared narrative.

Anyway yeah. I waver on what I actually like… feel towards Pidge (i.e do i love/like/dislike/hate her) but in general I do kind of resent her because of the amount of screen time she sucks up and then fails to do anything with (Keith? Is that you?) and also her treatment of Hunk & Lance is super shitty and I’m like, automatically wary of any story/character that boosts white characters at the expense of characters of color. And Pidge does that through her direct actions, but she also reaps the benefits of the story by being a favorite character of the writers.

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sage-nebula · 5 years

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for the HC meme: odd numbers for keith, evens for lotor :D

I’m going to answer for Paradigm Shift because it’s far better than and preferable to canon, and I’m also just going to do all of them for both of them since that’s easier than hopping back and forth, haha.

1.) Their physical weak spots:

Keith: He’s very ticklish behind his ears. It’s not a spot many people know about for obvious reasons, but Lotor discovers it accidentally while kissing, once, and never lets him forget it after that. On a less happy note, Keith has a scar on the back of his neck where Acxa dug out his Revender chip with a knife, and while that healed all right for the most part, it’s still indented, a bit sensitive to the touch, and aches a bit when he’s stressed.

Lotor: Whether it’s something genetic, or whether it’s what years of being dragged around by your hair in your childhood by your various diaks will do to you, the top of Lotor’s scalp is randomly painful to the touch. Often times it’s fine, but then other times the slightest brush against it will make it sting like it’s newly injured. Similarly, “tutoring” sessions with his diak often had him chained him with weights on him, which is what led to him dislocating his shoulders over and over and over again in his childhood. The last few times his shoulders didn’t heal quite right, or maybe this is just what happens when your shoulders get dislocated that many times, but either way he can dislocate his shoulders at will now, though it still hurts like nobody’s business (although he’s also used to the pain to a degree, so …). Other than that, he doesn’t really have any—at least, not any that he’d willingly divulge.

2.) Their emotional/moral weak spots:

Keith: Due to the traumatic circumstances in which he ended up at Revender, Keith can’t remember anything about his early childhood before ending up there, and isn’t even 100% sure that “Keith” is his real name (because the first name he remembered upon waking up there was “Kolgan,” and he went years without hearing his actual name, and had to really think on it when she asked him what it was). He’s a bit sensitive about this aspect of himself and his history (as seen when he snaps at Zethrid for asking if he made his name up), even though he mostly tries to focus on the present and therefore the future. He also, due to being discriminated against and abused for it for all of the life that he can remember, has a few bristly spots regarding his half-galra heritage—namely, that he makes sure everyone knows that he is part-galra instead of letting them put him in one box or the other (e.g. when he snapped at Hunk for calling him “Galra Keith”), and that he’s not going to shy away from, hide, or feel ashamed of this fact. He’s part-galra, and so is their entire team, and so are all the auxiliary teams, and they’re all going to change the universe no matter how many people hate them for that, because people hate them anyway just for being born so they might as well just lead a successful revolution while they’re at it, to hell with anyone who tries to stop them.As far as moral weaknesses go, Keith’s actually pretty ruled by what he feels internally as being Right, which means that he could well show mercy to someone who’d just sold them out so long as that person was a civilian also in bad circumstances. He’s far from afraid to do what he has to so that they survive / their mission is completed, meaning that he has killed Empire soldiers and will do so again (and if another reality-crossing happened absolutely would kick the shit out of every single canon Paladin without flinching if it came down to it, no mercy given), but there’s a reason that Acxa privately deems him “soft” the night they leave with Lotor, and that reason is because Keith is more willing to trust or offer mercy than most. He is, point blank, the second nicest person on their team. (The first nicest is Narti, and even she will fuck you up if it comes down to it, so … don’t mistake kindness for weakness. Not even once.)

Lotor: Oh boy. Well, to start with he has a myriad of trust issues. Lotor faced abuse (often under the guise of “education”) for pretty much his entire childhood up until the point he left with Keith and Acxa when he was thirteen, on top of assassination attempts (none too few of which came in the guise of food, which is why the first and only time Ezor ever tries to pull a food prank on him, it does not go well). Since he never had a trustworthy person in his life until he met Keith and Acxa when he was thirteen, and wasn’t even sure he could trust them right away (and tbf they had made a private pact to ditch him at the first sign of shadiness so he wasn’t exactly wrong), Lotor has an immense amount of difficulty trusting people, and usually doesn’t. On top of which, betrayal is something he takes immensely seriously and, perhaps understandably given who his enemies are, doesn’t forgive. On top of which, while Lotor knows that Haggar = Honerva = His Mother, he likes to pretend that Honerva died and was reincarnated as someone else—that, had his mother lived, she would have loved him. This is something that he works through, albeit with Keith’s very tough love (which in turn amounts to enough of a fight between them that the girls start wondering if they’re going to break up, which leads Zethrid to say, “I had to sit through three friggin’ decaphoebs of that will-they-won’t-they bullshit. They sure as hell better not break up after all that,” and Acxa to reply, “You’re complaining about three? Try six”), but even after he comes to accept that Haggar = his mother just as much as Zarkon = his father, the whole issue of his parents being abusive, genocidal tyrants who quite literally want him dead (or enslaved, or lobotomized and then enslaved, and really, is there much difference?) is still a sensitive topic even though he likes to say it’s not. And as a final note, he’s very sensitive to the idea of losing what he’s worked so hard to gain for himself: a home, a family, and love.

As far as moral weaknesses go, oh boy again. Lotor genuinely wants peace. He genuinely wants to create a universe where all planets rule themselves, where people can live happily, their unique cultures thriving, without the fear of losing their children overnight. But Lotor also doesn’t take betrayal well, as mentioned. If a civilian sells them out, and then that civilian is predictably going to be captured, tortured, or killed by the Empire as well, Lotor’s more than willing to let that happen because the civilian sold them out, whereas Keith’s the one who wants to go back to help the civilian no matter how much of a jackass they were. Lotor’s the one who will gladly throw Throk under the bus to take the fall for something Lotor and the team did, whereas Keith would rather let Throk screw himself over, as Keith is sure he will inevitably do (and Lotor agrees tbh), rather than setting it up. They don’t always agree (the civilian traitor issue is a big one they will never agree on, especially since Keith risks his own life trying to help that civilian out, which Lotor feels is unforgivable x2 on that civilian’s list of crimes now), but in many ways Keith is the one tugging Lotor back when Lotor starts to get too close to that line. Keith brings out the person in Lotor, and grounds him, as AJ once said.

That said, if Zarkon, Haggar, or anyone else ever succeeded in killing Keith? On their own heads be it.

3.) Scars:

Keith: As you could expect from someone who has spent most of their life fighting (and fighting in a war, at that), Keith has a lot of scars. Notable ones are the one on the back of his neck mentioned earlier, where Acxa dug out his Revender chip with a knife, same as he did for her. As I mentioned before, that one aches a bit when he’s stressed and is a bit indented. He also has a little scar on his bottom lip from where an opponent in the Revender arena bit him when they were fighting; their fang went all the way through his lip and left a scar there. There are plenty of others, too, but those are the most notable that I can think of right now.

Lotor: Like Keith, Lotor also has a lot of scars, albeit pretty much all of his are in places easily covered. He has scars around his wrists and ankles from these bracelets / anklets his diak made him wear during “tutoring” sessions when he was young, which would deliver harsh shocks whenever he got an answer wrong, tried to argue something he was taught, et cetera. Originally the shocks would just leave weals, but after enough layering eventually the skin there just scarred. Similarly, the stunt he pulled in the Revender arena the day he met Keith was enough of a transgression to earn him a punishment in lashes from his diak, oversaw by Zarkon and Haggar to make sure it got done, and so he has scars all down his back from that, too.

4.) Best places to kiss on their body:

Keith: Lotor likes to kiss Keith behind his ears, given how ticklish Keith is there, but Keith’s preferred spots are on the corners of his mouth or eyes, or on the palm of his hand. The palm kiss always makes him melt a little.

Lotor: Lotor likes it when Keith kisses him down along his neck and across his shoulders. He’s also very partial to Keith placing kisses between his shoulderblades when they’re lying in bed at night.

5.) Guilty pleasures:

Keith: For the most part, the idea of feeling guilty for liking something is foreign to Keith. There’s so much to be miserable about in the universe, given that the Empire rules it, so why should they make fun of the little joy they have? The closest he gets is when Kolivan gives him the yupper plush he had as a child, and the nostalgic scent (that he doesn’t even remember the reasoning behind) makes him hug it without thinking. That’s embarrassing, and even more so when Keith realizes how comforting the smell and feel of that plush really is. Other than that, though, no guilty pleasures.

Lotor: Keith is a lightweight, and he’s also very giggly when drunk, and so sometimes Lotor likes to persuade Keith into drinking just so he can see Keith get very giggly and silly because it’s endlessly amusing to Lotor. It’s a guilty pleasure because he knows he shouldn’t, but … he just wants to see Keith say “cash cache” and then fall into uncontrollable giggles because in that one, intoxicated moment, it’s the funniest thing Keith has ever heard in his life.

6.) Their vices (physical or emotional):

Keith: Whether it’s with one of the pod ships they have, or a hoverbike, or even the Black Lion, Keith loves flying as fast and as recklessly as he can. He’ll take ships out on test runs through asteroid fields, dodging and weaving around them, because the rush of adrenaline is intoxicating. Even when he crashes, provided he’s not unconscious or dead afterward, he’ll end up laughing because of the sheer rush of it all. This counts as a vice not only because of how dangerous it is, but also because pretty much everyone hates that Keith does it because of how dangerous it is to his health and safety. (One time Keith wrecked a hoverbike he’d been testing so badly that he had to fly a pod ship back with a broken leg, several splintered ribs, and a dislocated shoulder, and Lotor just about had apoplexy.)

Lotor: This will sound silly at first, but—gossip. Not harmless, middle school gossip, but Lotor likes scoping out information on others (his enemies, namely) that he can pocket and use for later, usually in ice cold revenge dishes. He’s not only always listening no matter the situation he’s in, but he also utilizes information networks in his spare time in order to get whatever intel he can for later use. Even the most trivial thing, like how one of Zarkon’s commanders hates another, high-ranking commander, could come in handy someday, and so Lotor grabs whatever seemingly petty gossip he can. (Also, sometimes it’s just funny. He’ll admit to schadenfreude where other people’s embarrassing secrets are concerned.)

7.) Their tickle spots:

Keith: Behind his ears, as mentioned.

Lotor: None, actually! He’s not ticklish at all.

8.) Bad memories/experiences:

Sadly, given the lives they’ve led, it’d be easier to list the good memories / experiences.

9.) Humiliating memories:

Keith: Once everyone finds out from Kolivan when Keith’s actual, exact birthday is, Ezor rounded up everyone (meaning their team, plus the auxiliary teams) to sing a happy birthday song to Keith on the day of. He had to endure a roomful of people singing to him at once, all eyes on him. It was awful, and he made sure it never happened again.

Lotor: Soon after they met Ezor and she joined the team, she decided to pull a prank on Lotor by putting something super spicy in his morning cereal. Because Lotor had many experiences in years prior to that with people poisoning his food for a variety of reasons (“lessons” from his diak, people actually trying to kill him, et cetera), the taste of a flavor he was not expecting and that shouldn’t have been there triggered him pretty badly. He wasn’t at all at fault for this (and believe me, both Keith and Acxa chewed Ezor out over it) and has no real reason to be embarrassed, but to this day he still looks at that loss of control as a pretty embarrassing memory.

10.) Fears/phobias:

Keith: Keith doesn’t have any phobias, and on the day to day he doesn’t consciously fear anything, because unless something is happening right in that moment, he doesn’t see a reason to fear it. In other words, if they have some downtime and everyone’s safe, he doesn’t consciously think about how he’s afraid of his friends (his family) being captured by the Empire and tortured to death. But if they all were captured, then yeah, he’d be afraid of them being tortured to death, but even that would be kind of muted because he’d be more focused on rescuing them and getting them back. Fear isn’t something that rules Keith, or something he dwells on. He doesn’t see much value in sitting around scared; he’d rather do something to eliminate the threat.

Lotor: The idea of facing his father in one-on-one combat is something that scares him. Being anywhere that’s open and exposed without a weapon close at hand makes him feel anxious. The idea of there possibly being a leak in security in his ranks is enough to make him triple check every precaution he’s taken to make sure there isn’t. In contrast to Keith, who is a very much “we’ll deal with that problem when we come to it and otherwise not think of it” type of person, Lotor is fully aware of the things that unnerve him and takes active precautions to make damn sure it never “comes to that.”

11.) Bad or petty habits:

Keith: Keith bites his nails, and scratches at itchy scabs, and when someone is bullshitting he never lets it go. The fight Keith and Lotor have about Lotor accepting that Haggar is his mother that I mentioned earlier? The reason that was so prolonged is because Keith brought it up at every single opportunity. Lotor would walk into a room and Keith, without looking up from the tablet he was reading, would ask, “So, accepted that that witch is your mom yet?” He finds ways to reroute conversations right back to the point he refuses to let go, pushing and pushing and pushing until the person admits the truth. Again, Keith did that to Lotor out of very tough love (because if Lotor didn’t accept it in a safe place surrounded by people he loved, odds are he’d have to accept it when in a bad situation with Haggar herself, and that would be ten times worse), but it nonetheless can seem pretty petty to everyone who’s not him.

Lotor: It’s not uncommon for him to fall asleep in full armor, which in turn becomes pretty grody from sleep sweat. He also doesn’t always remember to take his dishes back out to the kitchen and so it’s not too uncommon to walk into his room and see a collection of used mugs and glasses over at his personal desk. (Smh, that’s how you get space ants, Lotor.)

12.) Grudges and vendettas:

Keith: Keith doesn’t hold grudges. Legitimately, he just doesn’t. He’s very much a, “we’ll deal with it in the moment and then be done with it” kind of person. If he has a problem with you, you know it because he’s told you. And you either settle it and he moves on, or you refuse to change your ways and he accepts that and still moves on, just while liking you less as a person. Of course they’ve made enemies of the Empire, but that’s not really a grudge or a vendetta. That’s, “they’re killing innocent people and also want to kill me so we’ll take them out of power first” type of deal. Sort of a whole different situation.

Lotor: On the other hand, Lotor remembers everything that has ever happened to him or the people he cares about and he never lets it go. He has a mental list of people who have wronged him or his loved ones and how, and should the opportunity ever arise to pay back one of those on the list, he does so and with interest. Throk was a racist, backstabbing traitor? Well, send him to the Ulippa outpost to rot with the ice worms (at least until the opportunity arises to frame him for further treason in the Empire, at which point do that so Haggar can torture him instead). Ezor’s mother abandoned her as a child and then only took interest in her again once she realized that her daughter had grown up to be a Paladin of Voltron? Well, once Ezor has realized her mother for the opportunistic vulture that she is, arrange it so that the woman is sent off to a different corner of the universe where it highly unlikely she’ll ever be able to attempt to leech off the daughter she cast out ever again (and where although she is surviving, she is not thriving), and so on. Lotor never forgets anything and there is no statute of limitations on these grudges, so it’s really in everyone’s best interests to never cross him or those he cares about. Sooner or later, it won’t end well for those who do.

13.) What gets them flustered:

Keith: Compliments. He is awkward as all hell when being complimented, particularly if he’s complimented by Lotor given the feelings he has for him. Remarks about how he is invaluable short-circuit his brain, but even smaller compliments like how he is an ace pilot are enough to make him start blushing and deflecting. He just can’t take a simple compliment from the one he loves without getting all embarrassed. He’s a mess.

Lotor: There’s not really a concrete way to get Lotor flustered, because catching him off-guard is no easy feat. That said, blunt, honest admissions of how much one (particularly Keith) cares for him are definitely a way to do it. Keith does not play games, nor does he beat around the bush, and this way of his of just stating exactly how he feels gets under Lotor’s guard and skin. Examples can be seen here and here.

14.) Ingrained habits/forces of habit:

I feel like I just answered this one in 11, haha. The only thing I’d add is the routine checking of security systems and the like that they both do, but otherwise I already talked about their habits.

15.) What it takes to make them cry:

Keith: At this point, the death of someone he loves. Pain, even extreme, generally doesn’t make him cry. The thought of his own death doesn’t. Unfortunately, the Empire being what it is, he’s seen so many innocent people killed by the Empire that that doesn’t drive him to tears, either. But if he lost someone he loved? Yeah, he’d cry then. That would do it.

Lotor: Pretty much the same, although I think his tears would be more from fury than grief, and followed by a scorching wave of vengeance in their name. He wouldn’t have tears to spare for grief, though, because on some level he’d reason that he should have expected this to happen. The moment he finds any happiness for himself, Zarkon and Haggar rip it away. Isn’t that how it goes? (Doesn’t mean he won’t make them pay for it with their lives, but still.)

16.) Dark secrets/’skeletons in the closet’:

Keith: I think the closest Keith has is that promise he made with Acxa the night they agreed to leave with Lotor, that they’d take him down and bolt at the first sign of shadiness. This is especially because it was his proposal; Acxa was reluctant to trust and go with him, but Keith pointed out that if it came down to it, it was two vs. one and they could take him. That was what got her to agree. The thing is, as the years go on Keith forgets about this promise entirely, so it’s sort of like shroedinger’s skeleton, in a way. Is it really in his closet if he’s forgotten it’s there?

Lotor: Mmm, I don’t know if this really counts, but when he was younger and still under the “tutelage” of his various diaks, it was common knowledge to those in the circle (including Lotor himself) that he was expected to shape up and become “good enough” not only because he was Zarkon’s biological son and therefore the crown prince, but also because he was intended to be betrothed to Sendak when he was of-age, given that Sendak’s bloodline was exceedingly pure, he was of a high-ranking noble class, he was pretty much the apple of Zarkon’s eye, and so on. Of course, the fact that Lotor was half-altean was not something that thrilled Sendak, but again, Lotor was the crown prince. The idea that Zarkon and Haggar had was that once Lotor and Sendak wed, Sendak would act more as emperor than his true role of emperor consort, making Lotor little more than a figurehead. Naturally, once Lotor fled Revender with Keith and Acxa in tow those plans were pretty much nixed (and Lotor was never into the idea anyway), but it’s still something he remembers that he never shared with the others. (And note that no swords were exchanged, so they were never officially betrothed. The swords would have been exchanged when Lotor came of age, but since he ran away before that happened, it was never an official engagement. Just a plan he did not agree to but was set anyway because none of the others involved cared about his consent.)

17.) Regrets:

Keith: He regrets any life he took outside of those that were Empire soldiers actively trying to kill him. Accidental kills in the Revender arena, any civilians caught in the crossfire . . . Keith doesn’t dwell on it, because dwelling won’t do any good, but he regrets each and every one.

Lotor: Lotor regrets telling his diak about a servant he befriended in his childhood due to the execution that resulted, although that’s yet another thing on the long list of things he intends to make his parents (and said diak) pay for down the line.

18.) Things they’ll never admit:

Keith: Keith is pretty honest about most things, so he doesn’t have a lot of secrets. That said, after he finds out about his true heritage (that his mother was one of the agents of Marmora, that he lived there until he was kidnapped at age three), there are nights when he wonders---and in a way, kind of longs for---what his life might have been like had he grown up there all along, but then he immediately feels guilty because it means he might never have met Lotor, Acxa, or the others. So he’ll never admit to feeling that way. Also, he and Lotor have made out in the Black Lion, multiple times, but he’ll never admit that to anyone, either.

Lotor: That he’s afraid of facing his father in a one-on-one duel. That he’s afraid of discovering through multiple-reality research that perhaps his mother would have always loathed him, even if she’d never “turned into” Haggar. That when he learned of Keith’s true heritage with the Blade of Marmora, for a split second he wished something would blow up the primary base so that there’d be no risk of Keith leaving him for them.

19.) People they’ve hurt or indirectly killed, and how it affected them:

Keith: When he was nine he was transferred into the weapons’ testing division at Revender, which essentially consists of two primary components: There’s taking a weapon through obstacle courses of cannons and poison gases and whatnot to see how effective everything is, and there’s taking weapons into a combat arena to test how effective they are there. Keith always tried to avoid killing his opponents---usually he’d knock them out---but the first time he accidentally killed someone, it was because they were holding him down, choking him, and he flailed out with a dagger in his hand and put it right through their throat. Their blood ended up all over him, and he was returned to his cell like that, to sit silently through the night as Acxa told him repeatedly that he did what he had to do and it wasn’t his fault. He was ten. He didn’t sleep that night.

Lotor: When he was very little he befriended a servant. It was slow, at first; this servant knew the risks of so much as looking Lotor in the eye, much less talking to him, but Lotor hadn’t picked up on any of his father’s classism, and so he persistently tried to talk to him until he opened up. He was kind to him; she told Lotor stories about his life back home, slipped him candies and such when he could. After one particularly harsh lecture from his diak, Lotor exploded that his servant friend (he used his name, obviously, I just don’t have one for him yet) never treated him this way. The diak reported this to Zarkon and Haggar, and they had the servant executed. Lotor was not notified until after the fact. He blames himself for it to this day.

20.) What-ifs/Alternate Timelines:

I mean, the show’s reality is an alternate reality for these two here in Paradigm Shift. There could be others, too. There’s that one Keith speculates about, where he did grow up among the Blade and never went to Revender, never met Acxa or Lotor that way. There’s one where the war never happened, where Lotor was raised properly as a prince, where perhaps the Blade of Marmora never formed and maybe Keith was never born at all since Krolia would have no reason to go to Earth, then. There’s an infinite number of possibilities and realities. So many exist. But as Lotor says, the only one that matters to them is this one right here---the one they’re living, where they’re together.

21.) Turning points in their life:

Keith: Well, being kidnapped and taken to Revender for one, albeit he doesn’t really remember that. He just woke up there one day with no memory of where he came from, how he got there, or what was going on. Meeting Acxa was another, because she reminded him that he was a person outside of the identification the Revender soldiers and scientists gave him, and she also gave him companionship in there, just as he gave to her. Then there was meeting Lotor, since he gave them a method to escape, and hope of revolution, too.

Lotor: The death of the aforementioned servant, having everyone in the Revender arena reject his ideals and facing punishment for what he did there, claiming the Castle of Lions and realizing that his revolution truly was possible for the first time, and so on.

22.) People who’ve influenced them greatly:

I’m a firm believer in the idea that everyone we meet and regularly interact with influences us in some way. Therefore, I’d say that both Keith and Lotor have influenced each other greatly, but on top of that, they’ve each been influenced greatly by Acxa, Ezor, Zethrid, and Narti as well. (And later on down the line, Kolivan, too.) They all influence, learn from, and grow with each other. It’s part of what makes them and their relationships with each other so strong.

#severalbakuras #keitor #series: paradigm shift #headcanon meme #this took me several days to complete so i hope it's enjoyable #keith kogane #prince lotor

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