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moyashidoodles · 4 months

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Tiny doodles of Pidge (my Tav) from act 1 and early act 2. Her hair changed for each act so it’s easy to tell where they are in their journey by how disheveled she looks.

Pidge is a wild magic sorcerer with an affinity for soul magic. She can see the color of others souls (I don’t consider this game breaking, but also it’s my brain baby so idc if that’s possible in the 5e rule set) there are some supplemental fan spells and materials for adding soul magic and flavor and there’s the soul knife subclass rogue which I think was a Critical Roll addition? Ugh, look at me spreading misinformation on the internet.

OC lore below the cut.

Content warning: abusive relationship discussion (parent and child), implied sexual and physical abuse.

Anyway, Pidge grew up Rapunzel like with a very controlling and narcissistic “mother knows best” mom. The only reason her mother even had a child was to be a “spare” body for when her mother succumbed to a fatal illness (and to help her mother transfer souls into soul coins and gems to be bartered in the 9 hells. Lots of devil’s work)

Pidge’s mother is controlling to the extent that Pidge was not allowed to learn anything about her wild magic and spent much of her life warded to keep her from accessing the weave. “For her own safety,” of course. The only magic she was allowed and praised for learning was soul magic, and this was to help her mother with her research into immortality and with business ventures.

Pidge was also used as “entertainment” for her mother’s important guests. Basically anything that her mother could get from Pidge, she would try to use to her benefit.

About 3-5months before the beginning of the game, Pidge escaped and crafted an amulet to protect her body and soul from being hijacked by her mother.

She is the only member of the bg3 origin crew who did not lose skills when she was infected by the tadpole. She didn’t really have skills to begin with. Much to Gale’s dismay, she learns basically on the fly and does a lot of “firebolt first, ask questions later.” To her, practical experience is much more important than book learning. Really she has adhd and can’t rote memorize for the life of her.

She identifies with Karlach early on as they both have had dealings with the hells, although Pidge is just beginning to understand the ramifications of her mother’s hellish business of soul coin forging.

Pidge is also very afraid in act 1 of Gale finding her out as she was told to keep her soul magic affinity secret by her mother. In truth the stigma for soul magic is not so bad, but it was a manipulation technique to keep Pidge from explaining to any magic practitioners what they were working on and how her mother planned to use the research to steal Pidge’s body.

Her mother is still hunting her down, so Pidge needs a permanent solution or soul barrier to keep herself from her mother “living vicariously” through her.

Bodily autonomy is stupid important to her. She rejects the Emperor the moment he tells her to “embrace her ilithid potential” for fear of losing herself. She is self conscious to the extreme and keeps notes on her newfound companions likes and dislikes so she can keep them happy. She had a legitimate panic attack when both Gale and Astarion wanted the necromancy of Thay because, according to her calculations, they would disapprove if the other was the recipient.

She fell for Astarion after rather disliking him for a good ten day or two. He won her over by being actually reliable in scrapes and being really funny. She can’t remember the last time anyone made her laugh, so she loves the feeling. They are the two smooth brained members of the group. Similar brain cell count.

This ended up being a lot longer than I thought it would be. If you made it to the end, then you will have made it to the end! *salutes in Barcus Wroot*

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xxmiracle · 2 months

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Not sure if anyone remembers but I wrote a Voltron Fanfic (Dragon Heart) a few months ago I only published the prologue I believe. I've rewritten it and currently have chapters 1-3 chapters written so far, just wondering if anybody would be interested in it or if I could release a preview of one of the chapters.

#voltron #voltron legendary defender #voltron x reader #voltron oc #voltron lance #voltron keith #keith kogane #voltron pidge #voltron fanfic #voltron hunk #vld #voltron shiro #voltron allura #voltron coran #krolia #dragon oc #read more #original character

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brotart · 6 months

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Entries for the Serpyverse contest over on DA. Which one is better?

#art #artists on tumblr #my art #anime #oc #crossover #amity blight #luz x amity #toh amity #willow park #the owl house #peridot #ellian #voltron pidge #i think #i dont know all those characters man #serpantade-toons

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toasthoneyandstardust · 2 months

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The power couple returns at last, now in redraw form!

This is what I meant if you read my tags on the bennie post by other ship, they really are the same flavor in a different universe <3

Tried to keep more of a vf style with this, and I did a lot better with that on Pidge than Anya, but I don't mind because I love how it turned out

Ps my edit commissions are back open again! If you're interested please take a look at my pinned post for my kofi

#voltron #voltron force #vforce11 #voltron force 2011 #voltron pidge #vf pidge #voltron oc #voltron fan art #oc x canon #darrell pidge stoker #anya nadel #my art #toast talks #ive missed them #the cutest couple #i need to find more things to draw them in

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narcolini · 1 year

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for brothers, pt. 3

angel reyes x oc: tatiana ‘pidge’ clarke, hurt/comfort, 2358 words

for day 10 of whumpril : shivers & ‘i’m scared’

a/n: omg i knOW i know. i know i said the last one was just an extra scene/epilogue but now theres another part and kjSHFgj`hfg its fine. its fine. the fic is sentient. thanku to @cositapreciosa for prompting this

tagging: @drabbles-mc @hausofmamadas @darqchilddaydreamz

Tati’s shaking when she finally finds the courage to knock, stood on Angel’s doorstep at God know’s what time. Not from fear, but from the cold that’s sunk itself beneath her skin, gripped the bones like a vice. She shouldn’t have left without a coat, shouldn’t have abandoned the Jeep three miles down the road. She shouldn’t be doing any of this at all.

He takes a minute to answer. She stares at the chipped paint in front of her, hearing him shuffle behind, before light finally tips out into the night. He’s got the door open just enough to see who it is, and his arm's tucked back behind his shoulder, gun in hand. She knows to expect it.

‘Woah. Shit, Tati.’ He swings the door open, stepping in front of it. He’s half dressed: jeans, a-tank, handgun. ‘You okay?’

‘No, not really,’ she answers, not bothering with pretences. He’s knows her well enough to know she’s not from looks alone. Her teeth are chattering between the words. ‘Can I come in?’

He hesitates, just long enough to make her feel real shitty about herself, real stupid and careless, and selfish for showing up here, for letting her feet carry her here on autopilot, but then he nods. Steps aside. Lets her in without any judgement at all—well, with only a hint of it.

He locks the door behind her, leaves the gun on the side table. ‘You couldn’t call or something?’

She scans the room. Dark, minus a lamp in the corner and the glow from the muted TV. Warm, too. Like he’s had a fire lit, but that’s just her. Just the difference of being in here and not out there, with the cold that’s chilled her so thoroughly. There’s a throw along the floor by the couch, thrown off, no doubt, at her arrival.

‘Were you asleep?’ she asks, forgetting he had wanted an answer out of her first.

‘Nah, I was just… I was up, yeah, watching TV and shit.’

Couldn’t sleep either, then. Probably as worried as she is, though he’d never admit it unless he had to. Unless he was having a fucking panic attack and she just happened to be there when he did. Vulnerability was the one thing that didn’t survive their break-up, a sacrifice that she didn’t used to mind. Now, she wants to ask how his chest feels, how the anxiety sits beneath his ribcage. If it weighs the same as her’s does, if it makes him do dumb shit like walking around in the middle of the night. If it’s even there at all.

‘Sorry, I should’ve called, you’re right.’ She nods, pulling her arms into herself. He may as well know the truth of it, the order of bad decisions that led to her being here. ‘I got, I don’t know, freaked out, and I just had to go for a drive or something. Couldn’t sit inside anymore. But then the jeep reminded me of EZ, and I kept picturing him there, in the back. The blood.’ She gulps. ‘Really fucking crazy shit, man.’

Angel walks past as she explains, then bends to hook the throw with his fingers and bring it up from the floor. Not to put it back on the couch, she realises, but to put it over her shoulders instead. No comment, no disruption to her story. Just the blanket around her, a tight-lipped smile, and then a sigh as he drops into the couch afterwards.

‘I pulled up at a gas station and left it there,’ she continues. ‘Walked around a bit and then, I don’t know. I realised I was walking here and I’d come too far to turn around again, and it was so fucking cold that I just thought—’

‘It’s cool, Tati,’ he interrupts, dragging it out. ‘I’m not mad’

‘But it’s not fair for me to just show up like this.’

‘So? None of anything we’ve seen this week has been fair.’

Not exactly true, though, is it? Because EZ started the shit with Yuma, but she can’t say that to him now.

When she doesn’t reply, he rolls his eyes and gestures to the seat behind her. ‘Will you just sit down, Pidge, we’re past all this shit. You know I’m here for you.’

She does as he says, landing with a thud. ‘Still feel like shit about it, though.’ If she had anyone else to go to, she would, but it’s just him. Especially at this hour.

He laughs, rubbing a palm over his brow. ‘Yeah, likewise. You think it feels good every time I need you for something?’

No, but she doesn’t mind helping. It’s the only thing that brings them together anymore. Besides, he’s yet to show up at her place in the middle of the night, shivering and desperate for it. Who knows how she’d feel then, how disrupted sleep would shape itself in he. She might not be generous at all, if roles were reverse. She might not wrap him in her blanket and let him babble about his night unprovoked.

‘You want a coffee?’ he asks, leaning his elbows on his knees. ‘A sweater?’

She nods. ‘Both would be good.’ She’d never have asked for them herself.

When he’s back, with two coffees and a hoody that smells like him, she’s finally starting to warm up. The extra layers and the caffeine does more than she expected them too. She’s no longer shivering, no longer doubting her right to be here, to come to him, no longer focusing on the tightness of her breath. If it’s not them, it’s him. His company has drawn the chill out and put her head straight again.

He’s sitting opposite her now, looking the same as he had when she arrived. Tired, indifferent, lived-in like she’s seen a thousand times before. If you went back a year, this is how it always was. Angel tired, worn through from the day, and Tati awake, just to be awake with him.

‘You gonna tell me what it is then,’ he says, resting the mug on his thigh. ‘Don’t think I’ve ever seen you worked up enough to go walking round, freezing your ass off. Not since that Potter bullshit, anyway.’

Not since the DEA had a target on Angel’s back and she was helpless to it. Just like now, really. Different shooter, same victim.

‘What’s got you so spooked?’ he asks, insistent on it now, and nudging the hesitance out of her.

‘Honestly,’ she pauses, incase she changes her mind last minute, and tucks the confession back to bed, before deciding, no, fuck it. She is, and she’ll tell him. ‘I’m scared, Angel. Like, really fucking scared.’

He frowns, which isn’t the reaction she was expecting. She didn’t think he’d crumble, obviously, or rush over to comfort her, but she expected more than that at least. More than brows tucked together and a squint like he can’t make her out.

‘The shit with EZ, Yuma. You.’ She forces a breath. ‘It’s freaking me out.’

‘But why?’ he asks. ‘None of this is new to you.’

She scoffs, yeah, that she’s aware of. It’s been years since she had the right to be surprised, or overly concerned, about club business. But this is different. Because they’re different.

‘Before, if something happened to you…’ She puts her hands to her face, fingertips against her temples then combing through her hair. ‘Fuck, I don’t know how to say this without sounding like I’m saying something I’m not.’

His lips pull down around the mouthful of coffee he’s just taken, a grimace, almost, as he swallows. ‘You wanna translate that for me?’ he says afterwards, nervous humour in his voice. ‘The fuck does that mean?’

He expects her to laugh back, probably, to tell him to engage his brain for once, but the words are already fighting through the lump in her throat. Now’s not the time to waste them with jokes, or bickering. Whatever the fuck it is they do now.

‘If something happened to you,’ she explains, slowly, ‘like, right now.’ She gulps, and the more she speaks, the more she’s sure she shouldn’t—but there it goes, out of her lips anyway. ‘I don’t know that I wouldn’t spend my whole life regretting how we left things. How we’re leaving things.’

He looks down, away from her, like the woven rug beneath his feet is calling his name. She carries on like she hasn’t noticed. Don’t read into it, Pidge. It’s too late to go back now.

‘I’m not saying we should get together again. Or assuming you’d even…God. I don’t know.’ It’s not making any more sense now she’s putting it out there, a voice to the thoughts that’ve been tormenting her all week. If anything, it’s just tightening their grip on her, stirring the worry into a real threat. ‘It just feels different now, and it scares me.’

She waits for a nod, a reaction. He doesn’t move.

‘I can’t stop thinking about wasted time,’ she admits.

He snorts then, so sudden that it’s a surprise to both. ‘Wasting what? I see you all the time, Tati. We’re, y’know.’ He shrugs. ‘We’re good.’

‘Are we?’

‘Are we not?’

He isn’t getting it. Or maybe she’s the one not getting it. Maybe the only thing stopping her from saying that she would want to fix things, to get back together, is the self-awareness that she shouldn’t. Can’t. Won’t, until he gives any sign that he’s thinking it too.

‘Let’s just leave it,’ she says, falling into the cushion behind. ‘I’m clearly not thinking straight.’

Clearly, the shock of their rescue mission, of EZ half dead and bloodied, has taken a week to hit her, caught up at last and pushed her off the rails—straight into Angel’s easy-lounger. She doesn’t want to be with him—it doesn’t work, didn’t work—she just can’t face losing him, either. That’s all it is. If the worst happens, she doesn’t want to have forfeited her right to mourn.

Angel sighs, leaning back as she had, in his own seat on the couch. His arm goes up behind his head, face pointed to the ceiling. Thinking, hopefully, running desperate through his rationale the way she is. ‘You know, for once, Pidge, I actually think you should keep talking.’

She snorts. ‘Let me guess, so I can bore you to sleep?’

‘Nah.’ He rocks his head—a shake without any of the effort—and ignores her sarcasm completely. ‘So I can understand,’ he says. ‘You know I don’t think about stuff like this. Just block it out and keep shit moving.’

‘Yeah, maybe I should try that.’ Her method hasn’t helped tonight. It’s only made things worse, made her problem, his. ‘I don’t even know what I’m saying,’ she admits. ‘I’m just so fucking scared of regretting things. I don’t want to regret this,’ she points between him and herself, though he isn’t watching, ‘but I know that we don’t work.’

There’s a mark still, invisible but printed around them both. They had gotten worse and worse; bickering, arguing, fighting until they hated each other. It’s been six months now, and it only just starting to fade. Only loosening enough for moments like these.

‘Well, you must know something I don’t,’ he jokes, ‘cause I’m really not seeing the problem.’

‘Yuma,’ she stresses. ‘That shit isn’t just gonna go away, Angel.’

‘Not that part. The you fucking regretting this, part.’ He looks up at last, head lifting from the back of the couch to catch her gaze. ‘Does it look like I’m going anywhere? Shit, does it look like I want you to either? Whatever we got going on, it’s as much as a relationship as it was before.’

‘Angel.’

‘I’m serious.’ A smile creeps onto his features, eyes alight with the joke before he’s even said it. ‘You think I have time to get another girl while you’re still all up in my shit?’

Tati laughs, against her will, but it helps. ‘Asshole.’

‘Like, you really are cramping my style, Pidge.’

‘Okay, stop it. I’m fragile.’ But smiling, somehow, and then the laugh drops into a sigh, and the point of it—the actual point of what he said—comes back like a freight train. He’s not going anywhere. He doesn’t want her to either, regardless of where things stand.

‘Fuck,’ she breathes. He’s made her cry, somehow, but she can lie to herself and say that it’s not him, it’s the night she’s had. It’s the Jeep at the gas station, it’s the blanket round her shoulders and the almost-dead, almost-brother, and not Angel, that’s brought the wet to her eyes. ‘God, I hate this. ’

There’s a gap beside him on the couch, under his bent elbow, and he invites her to it, flicking his chin. ‘Come here,’ he says, soft, familiar. Too late into the night to care about their boundaries. ‘Gonna make me fucking depressed, watching you cry and shit.’

She snorts, standing and bringing her bundle of comforts with her. ‘That was my plan all along,’ she replies, barely managing the sarcasm. ‘Gotta drag you down with me.’

‘Yeah, real sweet.’

His arm drops as she does, settling around her shoulders, as she settles around him. Cheek to his chest, arm threaded between his waist and the cushions. As normal as it used to be. One thing less to regret.

‘You wanna crash here?’ he asks, thumb smoothing over her arm. ‘I’ll take the couch. Drop you back at your car in the morning.’

She should say no, but there are worse things she could do. And he’s warm, warmer than she has been all night, hot beneath her like he’s running a fever.

‘Are you sure?’

He tuts. ‘Man, if you make me beg, I’m taking it back. You can walk your ass right back to where you came from, Tatiana.’

‘Alright,’ she laughs, ‘fine. Thank-you. I’ll take it.’

There are worse things she can do, there are worse things that could happen.

>>> bonus scene

#angel reyes fanfic #angel reyes x oc #angel reyes #mayans mc fanfic #whumpril2023 #tati pidge #the way im gonna have to go rename the last one and my links KjSHFKGJH #theyre living in my brain #a land grab

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marinerainbow · 8 months

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Greasy: *lamenting about the kack of finding "the one"* I come on too strong si?

Kitty: I'm sure one day you'll make some girl very happy.

Years later

Shiny: How are you, handsome? 😏

Greasy: *purrs* Better for seeing you, cariño. 😏

Kitty: ...Huh. He actually did it.

At long last... Greasy finally got laid.

Bold of you to assume nothing was going on between them in the 40s XD

#other peoples OC's #my own OC's #Shiny Weasel #Greasy Weasel #Toon Patrol #ships #OC x Canon #Griny #memes #WFRR #Who Framed Roger Rabbit #Disney #Disney Villains #whenever i read Shiny saying 'handsome' im imagining her sounding like Pidge from Lady and The Tramp #'Hiya handsome. Come to join the party~?'#asks

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toastess-with-the-mostess · 9 months

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Panya History - The Future

Last part in my Pidge/Anya history dump! This one is going to be vaguely about them instead of specifically about them because I really don't have plans for their future once they hit a specific milestone, their adventures don't ever stop, but things get a lot more serious <3

Parts: The Past, The Present, The Future (here)

Marriage doesn't exist on Balto, it almost goes against their beliefs. For Baltons, to have experiences is part of the experiment of living and marriage as many races know it, is forever bonding and unbreakable, sometimes even in the face of death. Being practically bound to a person for the rest of one's life doesn't really fit into the ideal image of experimentation that Baltons are so attached to. While long term relationships still exist, it's just out of someone's own volition to stick with their partner instead of having a legally binding document or something related to show that. Pidge and Anya didn't need that to be together, though being raised on Earth for long enough did put some ideas in Anya's head. She was happy where she was and didn't expect Pidge to comprise his own beliefs for her. And he didn't, but he liked the idea of something physical symbolizing his love for her, so he gave her a ring. The ring turned into paperwork, and that turned into a small wedding party to celebrate the union.

The paperwork was mostly precaution for Pidge, if something happened to him on the field, it'd be Anya who would take care of everything important, especially because his family was so far away. He didn't know what would get to him first, a lion switch or being injured on the field again. Turns out it was both. He always knew it was going to happen during a mission, but not exactly how, or where. While watching Larmina, who was on foot, in his lion, he always made sure to learn from her fights to better train her. This one in particular taught him that she needed more practice with feints, before he rushed out to protect her from a blow. He also learned that he needed to step up his training too and got injured from not being able to entirely block the blow. Now Larmina was mad, first she had to be protected, then Pidge got injured because of her mistake? She wasn't going to let it slide, or let their enemy get away. Pidge refused to back out either, but with both of them focusing on not making his injury worse, their target slipped past. With the adrenaline crashing, they saw he was in worse shape than they thought, and Larmina took over green once more before getting him to medical.

Medbay wouldn't let him fly again, not for a while at least, so Larmina was slotted in green in Pidge's place. She was excited, the last time she took over in a lion was a great experience for her, and Pidge never once doubted her abilities. But that didn't mean his fears of losing green were gone. Anya had noticed it got worse over time, but not being a pilot herself left her with little she could do, she was nothing more than a supportive presence. Lance, however, knew the feeling all too well, and Pidge only hesitated for a moment before venting his fear of losing the one thing he's known and trusted in for most of his life. Larmina had heard, and when Lance left after failing to lighten his mood, she thought she knew exactly how to help him. So she grabbed green's key and tossed it back to Pidge. She wasn't ready, she told him, she needed more flight training, more of every training to get to his level. To become someone like him, to really be a pilot. They argued, and then it was settled, Pidge would stay at the castle and Larmina would take over for him full time. They cried, but neither of them would admit it, especially because they still were wary of their new places.

Yet with a similar face in a new space, they still lost one of their own. Everyone on the team watched as Daniel succumbed to a sickness brought on because of haggarium, eventually bedridden and practically motionless. Maybe they hadn't made enough of an effort to show Daniel he was valued, that he was worth the effort they were putting in to essentially keep him alive By the time anyone even thought that, it was too late. He allowed the destruction of so many cities on Arus before Maahox had arrived to collect him, Vince had seen it all. Maahox didn't hide the fact that the haggarium in Daniel was the cause of that, but he made sure not to let Daniel know that was the only reason he was useful, instead telling him he wasn't needed in the force because of the boy right in front of them trying so hard to get Daniel back. That the force only wanted Vince.

The team knew they had to find the final planet that was part of voltron creation, Maahox wasn't hindered anymore, and his creations had gotten worse. But with no map and no name to their holy grail, they had to get help. Luckily, they weren't the only giant mech team out there with the same goal. The explorer had been reinstated after Wade's arrest, with their mission to defend Earth, and when Maahox first attacked, they did their best as vehicle voltron while the force figured out their own problems before joining in as lion voltron. But now their focus was different, going into deep space like the explorer was originally built to do to search for the missing planet And to protect Earth in their stead? A long forgotten project by the GG finally let into the light, now manned by Drule twins and another stoker to really connect it all.

Everything was terrifying for Anya again, but now Pidge could really promise not to leave her side. Especially because if the moment calls for it, they'd be following their team out into space while still inside the castle, together.

#voltron force #vforce11 #voltron force 2011 #oc x canon #vf pidge #darrell pidge stoker #anya nadel #panya #voltron rant #toast talks #this is a very vague idea of my rewrite universe but nothing of this is down on paper so #here it is in post instead #things subject to change ofc but even I haven't thought hard on this stuff and it's my goddamn idea LMAO

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ditzydisaster13 · 3 months

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Okay. So I’ve had what I believe, is an epic idea. I don’t do song fics too often, but this was looking like an amazing opportunity. I hope you all know this song.

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This is the childhood song of badassery. It was epic and spooky. To the right people, it would send chills down their spine. To me, a person who loves music, music has always been a lot about the story it tells. I took this song very literally for a while. Creeped out by my own imagination

But now it’s your turn to be creeped out. Maybe. This is a VLD idea. An AU. Lance gets separated from the others. A Galra ship exploding and sending him into space. The others were lead to believe he was captured by the Galra. while instead a series of not only Galra rebels, but neutral-good fighters and survivors as well. Then they were further lead to believe he was dead. ((Evidence points to them all spending at least 5 years in space. Keith had extra time cause of his blade mission. So we’re gonna kinda ignore the og timeline. This takes place a little while after the lion switch.)) so when they think Lance is dead. Pidge and Hunk have green and yellow lions like always. Shiro had black, Keith has red, and allura has blue.

But while they get used to Lance not being there, mourning him, all the while hoping he’s maybe out there. Lance is getting older. Stronger. In an area near a star where times moves just a little faster. About 3 years older than the other now, even when he’s been separated from them for only 2 years. They still miss him. And hunk can never forget him. But they’d gotten used to the pattern in their life. Then there’s a distress signal. In a pretty far galaxy. It’s really close to where Lance and his friends are. But Lance is taller, built a little more similar to Shiro, with all of his lankyness still. Just more muscle. Long hair. Cause apparently the food there makes hair grow fast, and everywhere. Lance gave up on taking care of his hair. Everywhere else is pretty well taken care of. He’s kinda skipped on his skin care routine. Shampoo works well enough. And sometimes conditioner stuff makes his hair curly. But he’s constantly dirty and scarred. Brace and rough and ruthless. Guns and sword and knives and other weapons. Better with technology and mechanics now. He’s practically everything he never was in team Voltron. And 10 times more. He is the best version of himself. He doesn’t even miss who he was. He might miss his old friends, but these new people, that aren’t so new anymore. They know him better than he should.

not sure when I’ll get to post this on Ao3: so let me know if you would like a version of the story posted here first.

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pigeon-scratches · 4 months

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some doodles from todays aggie + other stuff!!¡

(last one from this post)

#first attempt at drawing axis...#[ 🐦 - pidges gallery ]#undertale yellow #undertale yellow fanart #starlo #uty starlo #undertale yellow starlo #uty axis #uty ceroba #uty blackjack #uty dalv #starlo x oc #oc x canon #OC: Jay

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embersofhopevoltron · 1 year

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Man, I may have gotten back to using this blog again within the last week or so, but it sure has been awhile. I distanced myself from tumblr for a couple yrs off n on for personal reasons, whilst I also had a voltron side blog dedicated to my fic and ocs and vld fandom in general (voltrons-sunflower-garden) but…for some reason it’s no longer there? I don’t remember ever deactivating/deleting it?? though on the other hand I have seen names of a few other blogs I used to follow/engage with that are apparently no longer there either. I know tumblr did its ‘purge’ of nsfw content, but idk about others beyond users choosing to leave/deactivate/move/etc. Even though it’s been a few yrs since voltron ended, I found myself starting to revisit the show again, whatever is left of the fandom, my ocs and fic ideas again for fun. While this is still a Keith appreciation blog, it is still a place to reblog anything voltron related and revisit fun memories and appreciate these characters again, and I guess since my old voltron side blog is no more, I still had this one, so I have no problems making slight adjustments to post my fanart, ocs, fanfic concepts, and my Keith x oc ship again hehe and now that I have an iPad, I can digitally remaster old fanarts I can actually post here (though I may still post the original drawings for comparison). Anyone in the same boat of revisiting the show/fandom or even just still appreciating the mullet boi is welcome to follow because I’m still here. 👉👈

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xxmiracle · 1 month

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Here's the preview of "Dragon Heart" that I said I would post. This is the only part of the Voltron crew I have written so far. I hope I have every one written correctly as how they are.

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“How is a person the Heart of Voltron?!” Pidge, the shortest and youngest in the room, asked the Princess of Altea, Allura.

Allura looked at them and she held a positive expression compared to earlier expressing her sorrow for the family and civilization she just found out is dead. But of course she couldn’t let herself mourn just yet, there are things in the way currently that won’t allow her to do that. Assigning everyone's roles in the team they must form to perform their duties to protect but she was missing one person. Voltron needs five paladins and a Dracaneon of a specific lineage, specifically born with the ability to fulfill the duty for Voltron.

“Our last Dragon Heart is from Planet Dracaena a species that are known for their magic and dragons-” Before she could finish she was interrupted by the big one named Hunk choking on some food that her advisor just advised her to eat after their ten thousand deca- phoebe sleep. Allura looked at him worryingly as the same brunette that attempted to flirt with her patted his friend in the back. “Is he okay?” She asked worriedly to Shiro who only shared the same worried look.

“Sorry! But Dragon?!” Hunk blurted out his coughing fit had passed. “Yeah, aren’t dragons a fake animal or something?” Lance’s question followed up.

“Mythical creature.” Pidge corrected which earned a “Same Thing!” from Lance. Perhaps it was but to Pidge they had the better word for it.

Allura understood the creature was foreign to humans but she didn’t know they would be known as fairy tales in their home planet. As far as she’s aware the only dragons in the universe are from Dracaena. “Dracaena is where Dragons are born and raised alongside their riders. It’s extremely common for most Dracaenas to be bonded with a dragon or dragon’s.” Coran her advisor decided to explain for her.

“What about a dragon with no rider?” Keith suddenly asked silent and mostly away from everyone else since they’ve arrived here. Coran pointed his chin out, smoothing his mustache between his index finger and thumb. “Well, that would be considered a dragon free to bond or a wild. Does that answer your question?” Keith just nodded in understanding.

Allura clapped her hands together activating her computer. “We now need to find the new Dragon Heart. Thanks to the help of the previous heart, we'll easily find her. The hard part is convincing her here.” She explained the show of the universe map right in front of them moving it till it stopped on Dracaena. “It’s obvious with Zarkon’s tyranny things have changed a lot, not for the better. Dracaena must be far from the old Dracaena we knew.”

Then a beautiful woman popped up on the screen gaining everyone's attention to who the new Dragon Heart will be. And like Allura said it was easy. “This is the current Empress Khuzaimah of Dracaena '' The princess announced her name.

Keith’s eyes widened at the picture that appeared before them. She looked recognizable to his older sister, the same pale complexion, the same white and shiny locks of hair that was held in a hairstyle that made her look elegant like a real royal that she was supposed to look like. But, it didn’t ‘look’ like his sister. Though everything else was different, what seemed to help him identify her was her expression.

“She's pretty.” Lance whistled, Keith was quick to glare and give him a not-so-soft kick to the leg. “What, Dropout!” Lance glared back at him. They both stopped seeing the warning glare from Shiro.

Keith only let out a scoff and looked back at the hologram picture of the woman. “Keith, you’ll go to Dracaena to bring the Empress here.” Allura said. Lance looked at him skeptical as if doubting he could convince one person, how would he convince an Empress of a nation of dragons. “You? Convince that hottie?” Keith looked at him annoyed. “I can convince her!” Allura had tasked Lance and Hunk to get the Yellow lion and for Shiro and Pidge to get the green lion. Since the red lion is nowhere to be found he’s the only one free to do this. But as much as Lance annoyed him he had a right to be skeptical about him. He’s not good with people, always keeping his walls up to keep them out.

“Uh, Princess, how do I get there? She’s an Empress, so it must be hard to get to her.” Keith asked the princess, he watched as her eyebrows furrowed a bit. “Unlike the two planets, the green and yellow lions residing in Dracaena were the most dangerous out of them. And the princess wasn’t sure how they would treat Keith once he arrived there and she wasn't sure after ten thousand years if they would treat him with aggression or turn him away. Allura was gambling one of her paladins-to-be for the Dragon Heart.

Princess Allura nodded at Coran. “Please show them the Capital.” He nodded a hologram of the Giant palace. “It’s huge!” Hunk commented. Pidge glasses shined as she pushed it up the bridge of her nose. “It’s bigger than the one we are in now.” They commented in Amazement. Coran made a face at them, he looked proud earlier when they were amazed by the castle but perhaps they found something more amazing. He looked deflated now. “The Dracaena Empire is much older than Altea. This is the last dated picture of the capital where the Emperor and Empress reside, it is heavily guarded with guards for both combat and magic users including their Dragon Riders. I am unsure if it’s guarded with Galran too.”

Shiro looked at Keith worryingly, if it is true then it would be unsafe for him to go. Especially if there’s Galra, if he is caught who knows what they’ll do. “Princess, if it is dangerous send me to go-” Shiro volunteered but Keith quickly declined. “You just got out of their hands, you can’t risk going back just for me!” He objected. Even for that reason Shiro wasn't stressed enough about letting his brother-figure out to face that.

And Keith understood the fears his brother may be facing now, it’s been obvious their whole trip here. “I’ll be fine.”

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toasthoneyandstardust · 2 months

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Gee pidge how come you get TWO wives

#voltron #voltron force #vforce11 #voltron force 2011 #voltron pidge #pidge #vf pidge #voltron oc #voltron fan art #oc x canon #toast talks #nothing will stop me spreading my napanya propaganda #nat is breadstickcats oc as always #my art #darrell pidge stoker #anya nadel

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narcolini · 1 year

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for brothers

angel reyes x oc: tatiana ‘pidge’ clarke, 3145 words

established relationship, ex-dating to friends(kinda)

from the whumpril day 1 prompt: Panic Attack

depiction of a panic attack, mention of kidnapping, canon typical potty mouths

a/n: this started as readerfic and then tati became such a person i’ve just had to go with it ! ALSO disclaimer: im not the expert on panic attacks and im taking free reign with post s3 canon so literally ignore anything that sounds whack because im operating on vibes alone <3 love u

tagging (let me know if you wanna b tagged ofc): @drabbles-mc @ashlingiswriting @hausofmamadas @cositapreciosa

It took him a while, but Angel’s finally got Tati back to his place again, though it’s lost all the charm and romance that it used to have. All the sex appeal, too. She’s standing by the door still, garbage bag full of bloodied kuttes and clothing gripped with both hands, while he counts stacks of notes on the coffee table. Too much of a chore for both of them to allow any room for awkwardness, any, oh my God, we’re alone again, here, isn’t that weird? And she’s glad of it, real fucking glad.

‘Kitchen or bathroom?’ she asks, grunting afterwards to haul the bag over her shoulder.

‘Kitchen,’ he replies, only looking from his work to flick his chin in the right direction, like she’d ever have forgotten where that is.

‘There’s a fuck-load of them, Angel. You sure you don’t want me to dump them in the bath?’

He scoffs. ‘Why ask if you aren’t gonna listen to me anyway?’

‘Okay, jeez. Kitchen.’ She’ll do as she’s told.

Normally, they’d take this shit to the laundromat on the Club’s pay-check, but something’s got the lady there spooked. Pulled her business, no questions, no bribe big enough. Not that anyone blames her. Every-one has a limit. Why the downfall of the arrangement landed on Angel’s unwilling shoulders, Tati's no idea. She’d told Bishop it wasn’t in her job description to get her hands bloody—an excuse Nails had jumped on too—and now, it’s Angel’s job. He must have done something to piss el presidente off and get himself put first on the laundry rota as a consequence.

Granted, none of that explains why Tati is here, lugging it about for him.

‘Don’t know how you always talk me into this shit,’ she mutters, and she’s saying it to him, really, but saying it quiet enough that maybe she isn’t at all. If he isn’t consciously trying to listen, the words are probably trapped somewhere between her and the kitchen wall. Lost in the plasterwork. ‘Dumped your ass months ago and still, here I am. Sorting your shit, Angel.’ She tuts, tipping the kuttes into the sink and cranking the tap.

There’s a noise from the other room, a chair being scraped across the floorboards and then put back again. ‘If you’re trying to start an argument,’ he calls, ‘you need to speak a little louder, Pidge.’

‘I’m not starting anything, Angel,’ she shouts back, watching the water rise.

‘Yeah, sure. You’re just in there talking to yourself ‘bout how much you love helping out, right?’

She doesn’t do him the favour of replying, which lands as intended because he’s filling the silence soon enough anyway—

‘Put it anywhere, then you can go,’ he says, like its generous. ‘I got the rest.’

Way ahead of you, payaso. She puts three squirts of dish soap into the full sink and leaves the kitchen to join him in the living room. He’s got rid of the cash, so she can only assume it’s in the butchered pocket of space beneath the floorboards, under the lounger he’s stood by. She’d been there when he’d fashioned it, his big eureka moment, peel up a floorboard, put the valuables beneath it. Of course, he’d splintered the wood in the process, and there was nothing but bare-frame foundations beneath, so his secret cubbyhole became a cooler with a mismatch lid, nailed into place, but it did the job. No-one would ever bother to look there anyway, so it doesn’t matter that it’d be blindingly apparent the second they did.

‘This is where I ask if there’s anything else I can do,’ Tati says, watching him fidget with the chair’s position still.

He replies without looking, ‘And I say, no, you’re good.’

‘You sure?’ she mocks back, parody in her tone as she reaches for her satchel. ‘I’ll catch you tomorrow.’

‘Cool.’ He nods, he gets it. Job done: she leaves, he stays, they see each other at the club as normal.

Then his phone rings.

His, not hers, and yet she stands and waits like she’s in on it too. Like whatever the caller has to say is any of her business. But, well, it could be. Might be the first time in his life that Bishop calls to thank them both for doing his dirty errands, or EZ hoping to catch them at the same time and invite her to dinner with Felipe, just for old times sake. He misses you, we both do. One can dream.

‘Yeah?’ Angel’s straightened to take the call and is looking past her shoulder, at the wall-hanging behind her head. ‘No, why?’

She shifts her weight. Pushes the bag strap up on her shoulder though it had never slipped in the first place.

‘What happened?’ Angel asks, barking it.

Thank fuck she waited. From his tone, his face… Maybe it will involve her after all. Club drama is never restricted to just a few people, it effects everyone, always. Even the ones who’ve tried to get out. Fucking incestuous, really.

‘I’ll get my shit, meet you—the fuck you mean, I can’t?’

Here we go.

‘Nah, I’m coming. If those fucks think—you can’t expect me to fucking sit this one out? I gotta. Bish, come on.’ His eyes shift to hers as his jaw sets, argument over. An order no doubt. He can’t fight against it, he can’t even finish his sentence. ‘Yeah,’ he says, sour with it, ‘yeah, I hear you. I’ll wait til you call.’

Hang up.

‘Yeah. Got it.’

Hang up.

‘Alright. Keep me updated.’ He ends the call, sighing. ‘Fucking Coco—’

‘What’s going on?’ she asks, so urgent that she’s spoken before realising he’s started to explain it already. ‘Sorry,’ she corrects.

He forces a breath through his nose, gripping his phone in the air by his head for a moment. The cogs are turning, words falling into order behind his tongue. ‘Fucking, Coco, has seen—Fuck!’ He bursts into motion, stepping away from her, phone dashed to the couch, hands into his hair. ‘They expect me to sit and wait while they go after my own fucking brother?’

He’s looking back at Tati like he’s waiting for an answer, a defence, his eyes wide and stressed.

Her shoulders lift into an incomplete shrug. ‘You gotta catch me up, Angel. What’s happened?’

‘Coco saw Yuma take EZ.’

‘Take him?’

‘Tossed him into a fucking van and drove off.’

Yuma. Canche. Her heart drops into her stomach. ‘They’re sure it’s them?’

‘Yeah,’ he breathes, palm-heels pushing into his eyes. ‘Fucking idiot, shit. He knows they’re—’

‘Do we know where he is?’

Angel nods, grinding his teeth so hard he must be causing damage. ‘Think so.’

‘And they want you to wait until they’ve worked something out.’ She doesn’t bother making it a question. Doesn’t have to be in on that side of things to know why Bishop’s sat him out; if Angel goes, he’ll shoot first, think second. He’ll act so quick and irrationally that they’d probably kill EZ before he even gets close enough to help. ‘Okay,’ she says, sighing in between, ‘then we wait.’

He shakes his head once. ‘You don’t need to fucking babysit me.’

But she does. ‘It’ll help pass the time, asshole. You’ll go crazy waiting here alone.’

She might go crazy too, waiting here with him, but only one of them is likely to storm out with an assault rifle and a mind for revenge. Besides, EZ was her brother too—almost, soon to be—for a long time. She wants to be here when they call with good news. She wants him to be safe too.

‘I’ll just call my cousin and tell him we’ll reschedule.’

Angel nods, in an exaggerated way by his standards, as she turns and dumps her bag on the cabinet behind. Her phone has sunk to the very bottom, underneath all the other crap in there. It’ll take a second to find it again.

‘Why would they take EZ anyway? Instead of, you know.’ It’s a bad habit, to talk out loud when your mind’s racing, but she can’t help herself. It’s easier when it’s in open space, spread thin, than when it’s ping-ponging around her skull. ‘It’s gotta be a false move, something to get our attention. Not a real threat.’

‘Yeah.’ He sounds unconvinced.

She continues anyway, ‘They just want to make sure of that before letting you cause any real damage, probably. Negotiate and shit.’

‘I think I’m having a fucking panic attack,’ he says.

‘Dude, Bish could ring any minute now. And EZ’s tough, I’m sure he’s got it under control.’ He’s dealt with worse. He’s dealt out worse. ‘If you want, I’ll handle the cleaning—’

‘No,’ he interrupts. ‘Seriously, I’m—God. You.’

That’s enough failed sentences to make her reconsider, enough foreign twists in his voice to make her stop and turn.

‘Oh, fuck.’ She’s spun to find him staring at the floor, flicking his eyes to her, then back to the floor again. Pupils dilated, lungs heaving. He isn’t exaggerating. He doesn’t look like he can stand, let alone joke about panic attacks. ‘Okay,’ she starts, ‘okay, don’t worry. Don’t.’ What do they say about these things? Find three colours, name five smells? She can’t remember. Fuck, she can’t remember. ‘Sit down,’ she tells him. ‘Deep breaths.’

‘I fucking. Can’t,’ he gasps, but he’s managing the first part.

He goes to the nearest surface hand first, searching, paddling with the air like he can’t see a damn thing, and then he’s sitting; so that’s good, that’s a start. She’s stopped him from dropping and cracking his head on the door behind him, at least. He’s on the arm of the couch, stationary, with one palm flat, then clawing, at the centre of his chest. Fingertips scrunching the shirt, testing the buttons with each clutching breath.

‘Shit, this is what,’ he pants, ‘this is what these feel like?’

‘I don’t know.’ She’s with him now, pulled forward without deciding it. Her hands go out, into the space in front of him, then limp by her sides. Touching him would be worse, definitely worse. ‘Are you gonna pass out?’ she asks.

‘No, I…’ He shakes his head—or rather, he tries to then stops, after one twitch to the left. His eyes squeeze shut. ‘Maybe.’

‘Okay.’

And if he does? She doesn’t know first aid. Do you roll them onto their side, or leave them, or throw a glass of water over their face and hope that it shocks them back into life? She’s not sure she could even catch him if he fell into her right now.

‘Feels like my heart.’ He gulps. The rest of the sentence goes with it and doesn’t come back.

‘Yeah, I know, I’ll just.’ She’s out of the room before she can finish the thought—and he says nothing about that, which is unlike him. If he were any more himself, he’d have cursed her for leaving him in his time of need. Cool, sure, just leave me here to die, he’d say. I could be having a fucking heart attack, you know.‘I’m getting ice,’ she calls back, incase he’s thinking it still.

They say that works, right? Cold over the sternum, the nerves. Something like that. Hold it there and it resets the whole damn system. She grabs a bag of fries from his freezer, half empty and frozen into one solid block from lack of use, before wrapping it in the nearest hand towel. Stained, of course.

‘Here.’ She’s back in the same room again, quick enough that he hasn’t moved at all, or maybe he hadn’t registered that she’d left in the first place. His eyes are shut still, pinched tight like his head’s pounding behind them. ‘Hold that over your chest,’ she instructs.

‘What?’

His voice is dry, scraping though his throat. She hands him the ice brick of potato and lets his brain catch up.

‘Put it over your chest, in the middle,’ she tells him.

He blinks, lids slow to open afterwards, then looks at her like she’s light—not in the romantic way, but in the blinding, fucking, dentist’s ring-light that burns your retinas, way. Like he can barely stand to look at her at all. ‘Really?’ he croaks.

‘Yeah.’ She nods, encouraging him to put the thing in place. If she’s confident enough about it, maybe it’ll work regardless. Placebo or not. ‘Read it on Twitter somewhere.’

He puts the pack to his chest, spine curving, folding over it, somehow. If he weren’t sitting, he’d be curled up, foetal style. Head ducked, beard to the towel. It can’t be comfortable. Or helpful. Maybe it is, what does she know, as long as the cold is where it should be.

Still. He’d be better on the couch, right? ‘You want to move onto the…?’

He gives a short but definite head shake. He’s fine where he is.

‘Right.’ She nods again, but there must be something more she can do. ‘Try a deep breath or two.’

‘Please shut up,’ he whispers, only half-committed to it. ‘God. You ever’—inhale—‘tried being quiet?’ Exhale. ‘It might suit you.’

Her weight switches to the other foot. ‘You ever tried accepting help when you fucking ask for it?’

He laughs; it’s all breath, but enough of an emotion to feel like maybe they’re getting somewhere. ‘Never asked for help.’

‘Oh, okay. I’ll just leave you to it next time.’

‘Yeah,’ he winces, ‘that’s the shit you’re good at.’

Tati chews her cheek for a moment. ‘I’m gonna let you have that one,’ she says, ‘because you’re struggling right now.’ Translation: say that on any other day and she’ll cuss him out so badly, his great, great abuelito will feel it. ‘Is it passing?’ she asks, though she can’t manage to sound gentle yet.

He considers it, checking in with himself, probably. His head, his heart, his breathing. ‘I think so.’

‘Your chest feels alright now?’

He nods. ‘I think arguing is helping.’

‘We aren’t arguing.’

Another laugh, and it has more weight this time. ‘Right, this is normal for us.’

A hum. Again, she’ll let him have that one, he doesn’t need reminding now that it’s him that chooses to bicker, every time. Him that instigates it with some sharpened remark or petty commentary. ‘Well,’ she steps around him, dropping onto the couch, ‘that killed some time at least.’

He’s looking at her, from his perch on the arm, but she won’t meet his gaze. Instead, she reaches for the TV remote. She doesn’t feel like doing his chores, or his duties, not really. And he could probably do with the distraction as much as she can. EZ in a van, EZ alone with Canche.

She puts it onto the first cartoon she finds.

‘How are you so fucking casual about this?’ Angel asks, sounding offended. Shocked. Disgusted. All three at once, really, hidden under the lingering breathlessness.

‘It just feels like you’re dying,’ she answers lazily, ‘but you aren’t actually dying.’

He looks exhausted. Forehead damp, shoulders slack. He’s dropped the makeshift icepack to his lap, holding it with just one hand now. ‘Yeah,’ he nods, sarcastic, ‘thanks for the sympathy.’

‘I didn’t mean.’ She tuts, head shaking. The worst is definitely over. He’s feeling well enough to really hound on her again. ‘I’m not trying to say it isn’t shitty, or scary,’ she stresses, ‘but it doesn’t make sense for me to panic as well, does it?’

She stares at him, wanting a, no, you’re right, but finding only quiet stubbornness in return.

After a pause long enough to swell into discomfort, she concedes, ‘I did my best, man. You’re feeling better aren’t you?’

‘Yeah, cause you annoyed me out of the fucking thing.’

That brings a laugh from her, all air through the nose. It’s a strange display of gratitude but it might be the best she’ll ever get. ‘Distraction tactics, Angel.’

‘Something like that.’ He goes to stand, but gives up almost immediately, eyes closed as he takes his seat back on the arm. ‘My fucking head.’

‘Maybe you should eat something,’ she offers, throwing him every last crumb of almost advice that she has. ‘Something about blood sugar.’

‘Y’know, you seem to know a lot about all this shit, without knowing anything at all.’

She shrugs. That’s life, isn’t it? Collecting shit you know nothing about.

He looks anxious, unconvinced by the dismissal. Eyes set on her like he’s nervous to ask, ‘You’ve really never had one?’

‘Not that I know of.’

‘Great.’

She can tell what that means to him. Great, another failure of mine. Another thing I should be able to handle better than I do. But it’s not like that. Nothing ever is when it comes to his self-perception.

‘Come on,’ she argues, interrupting the sulk that’s crawling into his features, ‘that means nothing. I live in a permanent state of stressed, Angel. I’m probably having a panic attack twenty-three hours of the day, I just don’t know it.’

‘Bullshit.’

‘You’ve no idea.’ If he’d seen her before that fateful conversation, the one that had ended it all, he’d believe her. He’d see what she’s like when no-one’s around. ‘You’re the only person in the world that thinks I’m indestructible.’

‘Yeah,’ he says, like it’s obvious, ‘because you fucking are, Pidge.’

She brushes him off, hand waving and eyes back to the TV. Always with the pedestal; he puts her on it no matter how often they bicker, or how deep the wound she left in him was. Let’s just hope EZ is indestructible too, she wants to say, but he’s present again. Bright eyed despite the exhaustion. She doesn’t need to remind him of it now, they just need to wait it out. Wait for Bishop to ring, wait for EZ to be okay.

‘There’s cookies on the counter,’ he says, and she almost tells him to test his Bambi legs and get them himself, but when she looks to aim the arrow of it, his eyes are pinched shut again. He’s thinking about EZ too.

‘Sure.’ There’s no fight in it. What’s a cookie after all that, anyway? ‘I do more for you now than I ever did when we were together,’ she comments, passing by his knees, and he doesn’t deny it. They both know it’s true. ‘Something fucked up there, didn’t it?’

‘Yeah,’ he grunts, ‘your therapist must be having a fucking field day.’

He could say thank-you, of course, but she doesn’t need it. It wouldn’t change anything. When family’s involved, it stops being an exchange of service and becomes instinct instead. And, God, no matter what she tells herself, the Reyes will always be that.

>>> part two

#angel reyes fanfic #mayans mc fanfic #angel reyes x oc #angel reyes #whumpril2023 #whumpril #tati pidge #im nERVOUSSSS shes a fresh baby im holding her up to you all lion king style

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brokenolivejar · 4 months

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★introduction for realsies★

Main op goes by Emerald or Dimitri no pref

Non binary trans masc (they/xe prns okay with he/him)

On the aroace spectrum sapphic

I have ADHD and DID and 70 other diseases

I'm also physically disabled and I use a cane or forearm crutches!

What I do here is just reblog things I find funny or my interests

And I draw!! I'm an artist's and yes my comms are open! Here's the link!

Main fandoms you'll see from me are

★ Ocs or OC stories ect

★ Lego monkie kid

★ one piece

★ dorohedoro

★ madoka magica

★ pokemon

★ digimon

★ monster hunter

★ Danganronpa

★ black butler

★ pirates or anything history/anthropology related things

★ homestuck

★ mlp

★ wings of fire

★ hunter x hunter

★ ddlc

And more and other niche interests

I also have other blogs such such as the animalized ddlc ask blogs @monisayoyuri

My comic series krc @kamisreigningchampions

And a couple other daily merge accounts mostly for homestuck

Other socials are

Instagram - brokenolivejars and gardentoreador and gempirates for specifically my alters art

Tiktok - brokenolivejar

Twitter/X - brokenolivejar

Bluesky - brokenolivejar

Discord - won't give that one out bc yeah maybe I'll give some discord servers that are public if u ask nicely

I'll also be focusing pretty bad on some AU's

Church of Sacrilege (CoS) - merged au with blondeaxolotl/axolotlblondie - fandoms are black butler, Danganronpa (but really it's just my ocs), lmk, ddlc - au is set in 476 AD aka the right before slash during renaissance era or right after the fall of the roman empire based off the religious trauma and church abuse back then

Era of piracy(pirate au) - basically just a 16-17th century pirate au for Danganronpa a project I plan to turn into a zine and I'm pretty much vanishing from the dr fandom at this point. but may turn it later on to lmk and ocs

MLP au - just an au where I MLPify fandoms I enjoy and make it darker

Beastars au - same with the MLP au

Kamis reigning champions (krc au) - basically same with the previous 2 but with my OC series which is based off of futile era japan in a weird way

Animalized au - basically the other previous 3 but I turn them all into anthropomorphic animals or feral/quadrupedal animals (that's not just cats and dogs)

Planet V for all (PVA) - not really an au more of like the universe where I steal dr characters and make them my ocs

⚠️⚠️Fair warnings for my blog⚠️⚠️

- I swear :(

- blood and occasional nudity (NOT porn yucky)

- I touch weird topics such as trauma with like SA or religious trauma

- idk that's it for now

About my system under the cut!

My system is called the gem/geo pirates or the brokenolivejar

I know people have those keep records oh their system websites and what not I unfortunately don't apologies! But most of my alters sigh their posts with - [insert their name] and their associated emoji]

But they also do art now and then! Though I'm the host and I front the most

Here's the list!

Emerald - 🐐

Kiro - 🌺

Elliot - 🦅

Octavia - ☔️

Syo/toko - ✂️

Betty - 🗿

Karma - 🦴

Himiko/Sylvie - ✨

Tenko/eshe - 💣

Beam - 🦈

Angie - 🐚

Gonta/Alois - 🪲

Kiibo - ⚡️

Kirumi/anfisa - 🕸️

Luffy - 🍖

Robin - 🪷

Zoro - ⚔️

Yamato - 🐉

Vivi - 💙

Ryoma/drago - 🎾

Izzy - 🐞

Ken - 🐝

Akihiro - 💵

Grell - 🪚

Mikan - 🩹

Chihiro/guo - 🕹️

Jataro - 🪝

Shizuku - 🦷

Rei - 👾

Taro - 🐊

Cavendish - 🥄

Ebisu - 💀

Lefty - 🐻

Kaito - 🪐

Shiver - 🪭

Frye - 🦑

Pearl - 🫧

Ussop - 🥽

Jimbe - 🐋

Yuuri - 🔪

Pidge/Katie - 🌿

Tony chopper - 🦌

Kobeni - 💦

Zelt - 🍎

Brook - 🎸

Chinder - 🦠

Sayo sayo - 🎀

Nikaido - 🥟

Shin - 💔

Redson - 🔥

Sandy - ☮️

Macaque - 🙈

Will update when needed!!

#intro #about me #just a post #not and art post #art comms open #comms #comms info #danganronpa v3 #danganronpa #danganronpa killing harmony #danganronpa au #system #system stuff #lego monkie kid #i am not well #emerald rambles

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