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i'm kinda debating on whether or not to take testosterone. like, if i could afford it and convince doctors that i really do want to take it
since my body isn't... masculine, and i hate having my period because it makes me want to stop existing, and i don't like having boobs, and i have dysphoria about my voice being so high pitched (my voice is usually the reason that people misgender me), i probably would feel better if i went on t. but i also don't like change (autism & anxiety), and i'd rather have no genitalia at all than... uh, different genitalia. i'd rather have None Junk than Different Junk, but i don't think that's humanly possible, which sucks.
it makes me feel confused. plenty of transmasc people have gone on t- i know at least one person irl who is on t, and he's happy with the changes. but even though i don't really like my current body, i don't know if transitioning would make me happier.
i know it's my body and therefore my decision, but i'm really struggling to figure out if i would actually feel better about myself if i made the decision to go on testosterone. i feel happy when people gender me as a man (transmasc), but i also feel happy when people gender me as a person (nonbinary).
does anyone... have advice, on this? i just feel really lost right now about this stuff. and i don't know a lot of people who have transitioned/are transitioning, and asking people i know about their personal experiences with transitioning seems way too personal, because i don't know them very well and feel awkward about asking them things. and though several of my closer friends are also nonbinary, none of them have hormonally/physically transitioned, so i can't ask them about this stuff.
it's just something i think about a lot, in the back of my head, and i wonder if it's... the right decision, for me.
#void keith talks#transmasc#trans#transmasculine#nonbinary#enby#voidgender#gendervoid#lgbt#lgbtq#lgbtqia#lgbt+#lgbtq+#lgbtqia+#void keith ponders#transitioning#seeking advice#i really don't want to ask reddit anything because i don't use that site so. help#lgbtq transition#Help! I'm Experiencing Gender Feeling Again
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Does Keith wear a fanny pack bc he’s used to seeing his dad wear a lot of gear as part of the firefighter suit???
#voltron season 6#vld season 6#vld keith#keith kogane#texan kogane#don’t mind me I’m just pondering my thoughts to the void#vld headcanon
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Check out the final version of this script here. While it is nonetheless not the complete-fledged version Microsoft and Mojang have been hyping for months, it'll let you create dioramas, collaborate with buddies on tasks and tackle mobs in adventures. Third, residence-hosting, whereas potential, just isn't beneficial. Now while for a few of you the price of Minecraft may be the one deterrent to getting the game, for these of you who don’t thoughts paying for a special experience, there are many paid options to fill the void as effectively. Minus the PS4 retail version of Minecraft (which UK databod Chart Monitor denotes as another platform for Minecraft: PlayStation Edition), the other new launch in the top forty was Crimes & Punishments: Sherlock Holmes in twenty seventh. Lastly, whereas Chart Observe tends to carry again specific sales figures, it did launch some interesting platform differentials for a few of this week's big hitters. Cheats in Minecraft: Home windows 10 Version, and different platforms running the higher Collectively model of the sport, must be enabled earlier than you can use them. This Nintendo Change version focuses on two- to four-player competitions over a handful of math, logic and evaluation minigames, rewarding quick pondering.
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three from Joshua Martin
Deserted Avalanche Hole in One
firing squad DIMPLE & carry the two, added up, makes a vomiting like a crying ANTeater slipping on banana peel, joking, the jokester crawls through the landMINES minding his own business to a fault, to an average faced poolhall, there are Lessons LEARNED & seaWEEDs choking perfume gasping water buffalo time machine panache, trash, lashing out, strapped in for antigravity simulation /// look here, the banjo playing ballerina w/ the SNIFFLES,
cough cough cough
COUGHING FIT
Errol Flynn diamond bracelet
Archibald spoiled the party by playing himself,
meanwhile,
ALICE B. TOKLAS
sped through RED
LIGHT
drinking Fruit punch &
eating cold cuts—
her & her historic parades of pondered pinochle games & peanut shell glass house dr., please, dr., don’t tell a soul how far gone we all are, in step & OUT OF WHACK, reading until dawn’s early farting, she in gin floating, she in a corner of a cart, all at former headquarters of cut rate keyboard destroyers—
You see,
the flesh melts stubbornly,
not unlike,
a ketchup&mustard dressing gown, hot
sauce PIE
Chart, leaping
dinner time in the shadow of hannah HOCH,
the groom stripped NAKED
&
pouting, doglike, thinned out, wearing glasses, struttin’, shut-in, a million sleeping paradises proposing enigmatic randomness, then loosed for THOU ART LOOSED &
THOU ART a STONE
tho STAINED
w/ letters,
Latinized, church to grave / easel to dumpster / blew to heaving blown up enough trash heaps to make the encyclopedia of information overload once a desire passes for a NEED &
then MARGOT KIDDER bookends
brothers of
LIARS,
peels of laughing bellhops at risk for calamities,
so very
un
fettered,
feathered, Absurdly drowned b/t stretches over park defined by barbarian coat of many colors, yes unknowns, yes CHAOS, yes you did hear the bookworm shoes correctly,
Carlos had another bat fancy
idea, see how it sets,
see how another crushing
PAVEMENT
bellows like GRENDEL
flotsam&jetsam
je, tu, il, elle,
didn’t You have a meeting with Professor Doctor Whatshisface????
or,
inside ambitions signals trained to have been promised, snickering, bickering on a beam of sclerotic light, laser, phased out diarrhea of the mouth, syndrome all too familiar, all CNN all the fucked up & leave it alone for the love of eyeball juice, sailing through rimless OCEAN liner house of a 1000 cracked skulls /
�� really,then, You & Yours & the fountain
taller than a maniac running
than a mannequin squirming,
the sex of the baby
POINTLESS &
PROFOUND & Pounded
into head curved swerved hair follicle abundance, hairpiece missions, squirrels on EDGE, another PINOCCHIO for the ages, new decade to test the limits, white water rafting,
TEST TUBE TOP,
Saturday had revealed
itself as sudden &
brief,
truncated sweet meats,
a STAR is
RISEN, (deformed)
a BUM is
grown,
societal salad bowls brains splattered raised to be the spitting image of Wallace Beery, then uncovering plots to render butter tasteless, then VENUS slaps MARS who tells URANUS to go to hello how are you,
not likely to have
unveiled the TRUTHFUL
acrobat cursing shoehorns (the kind)
w/ teeth,
even tho THEY DON’T exist,
still, You
wonder, then, in fact,
WHAT DOES????????????????????????????????????????????????????
Preconceived LED Drunken Brawl
damaged LIKED lifted horizon stumbles
lame duck truck NECK BRACE
embrace
of nothing LIKE
elephant rippling flesh hair nipple
VESTS…spun to gold thread spleen /
rumpled vest/shirt/
ingested bleach substitute
helicopter
PROPELLER…a jet engine JAZZ
computer Streaming
momentary lapse of
un-
reasonable lingering push-pull
OF BRANCH / trance
D
A
N
C
e…saying in the round
table, chair, leg, ham, fist,
grieving MUG / CHUG /
high heels down the
Rabbit Hole…fixing diamond,
to Fist
s…
a slimy drop of
Perspiring ROCK
gulf enigma
ritual
sacrificial Hawk wing
of plentiful destroying
stammering /
POUNDING / DRIFTING…when to
find a how TO guide crumpled
up into ball of WAX
reception.
All Hail the National Disasters
Swiss doughnut piles swirling green in jest
in AN OUTSTRETCHED
comma grinning
wild
or (&this is where Simon turned to Simone who had shoes on her hands but no real sense
of three hole punching) rhythms pontificating Faustian approvals (at night the knight
seemed to glow tho not properly enough to prosper like the GHOST of Ebenezer
Scrooge shirking his duties at dawn’s early lighter fluid mistaken identity culture
dump).
Keith, the fascist extraordinaire
colored only between the lines,
melting melted snow
HEAD ON
(screwed on BACKWARDS)—
that
‘s enough
tho
may
be NOT
enough
AT
ALL.
Cursed, cursed, cursed overlooking an overwhelmed bear scrounging around for
centipede pill to sell on the black market.
an
attempted
assassination of a
FRENCH DIPLOMAT failed
(how do you define failure?) / .
Yourself a savior.
Your pants on fire.
Your spawn sweltering.
This is
no time
for gymnastics! (Simon pulled the rug out from under)
(Simone buried gold teeth under fountains)
As
long toothless
as
squirming in triangular imitation
leather kidneys.
Cannot.
Will not.
Should not.
Judgmental frostbite & the somehow misleading conditions of modernity.
The UNIVERSE of ZERO
(0!)
Joshua Martin is a Philadelphia based writer and filmmaker, who currently works in a library. He is the author of the book Vagabond fragments of a hole (Schism Neuronics). He has had pieces previously published in The Vital Sparks, Breakwater Review, Ink & Voices, The Free Library of the Internet Void, and Paragraph Line. His films have screened at various film festivals including The Pineapple Underground Film Festival, New Filmmakers, Film Al Fresco, Views from the Underground, and The Shooting Wall Film Festival.
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Laced Drink
Read my whumptober collection on Ao3
Partially inspired by GoLion backstory.
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Pidge knows this isn’t real.
But it doesn’t make it any less terrifying.
“Child of Green, come to play with me?” a sweet, melodic voice airs. Incoherent whispers fill the void as the voice speaks over them.
The monstrous blob towers over her, taking up half of the view of this void. It isn’t unlike the Voltron mindspace, though something like lightning flashes above her - red, with the distinct feeling of wrongness.
The drink she swallowed had tasted awful, but this was one quiznak of an aftertaste.
“What a treat,” the voice sings delightfully.
Pidge’s breath hitches and she shuts her eyes tightly as slimy limbs creep over her shoulders and around her body, taking hold of her legs from behind, locking her in place to a chair - a chair that has no meaning or business being in this empty realm.
This isn’t real, Pidge tells herself as she swallows hard. Just a nightmare you’ll wake up from - a nightmare that just happens to be affecting all of her senses.
“You think this is a nightmare?” the voice cackles. Thunder booms and Pidge jumps - though she’s held in place, and the shiver runs through her body. “Oh sweet, young Paladin. There is much you do not understand.”
“Y-you can read my mind? Ha. Of course you can. This is a dream - a hallucination. Anything can happen if I can think it,” Pidge says - wishing her voice was firmer than it came out.
The monster cackles with glee. “Voltron is not the only being who can connect hearts and minds together.”
Pidge squirms as a piece of the monster slides into her ear, contorting itself to fit into all the nooks and crevices. She lurches forward, moving all she can to relieve the disgusting feeling. The creature snap another appendage around her neck, pulling Pidge back tight to the chair.
The invasion of her body and lack of means to do anything about it sends her heart shuddering and sobs worm their way up her throat, terrified.
None of this is real. None of this is real.
Lance is safe. Just endure this.
“The Blue Paladin,” the monster purrs. “Oh no, he passes as the Red Paladin, but that isn’t who he really is. Voltron is desperate.”
Pidge can’t see - refuses to open her eyes, it’s a nightmare after all, the less she sees the less she’ll remember when she next dreams - but in her mind’s eye a grin emerges, like the Cheshire Cat.
“Did Voltron ever tell you why he was roving the universe as a comet? Why he had to be molded by mortal hands?”
No, Pidge thinks. “Why would that matter?” she asks angrily. Perhaps the sooner this conversation is over, the sooner she’ll be back on Haggar’s ship and hopefully.... Hopefully they will have kept their promise to not hurt Lance.
“To repent,” the voice says. “The Lion Goddess humbled Voltron by transforming it into the reality comet, forced to aimlessly wander all realities until he learned to revoke his murderous and violent tendencies.”
Pidge inhales sharply. That couldn’t be right. That isn’t what Allura told them.
The voice cackles, clearly pleased. “You Paladins are piloting a death knight - the Lion Goddess’ own champion erred in his ways, overcome with bloodlust.” The monster erupts with giggling like a small child. “One day, the Lions will consume you body and mind.”
Hot air, like breath, blow on Pidge’s face, and she can feel the monster inches away as it smugly says, “Just like they did your Black Paladin.”
“The Black Lion saved Shiro!” Pidge counters angrily, sharply turning her head away. How dare this creature try and twist the most fortunate thing that has ever happened to them?
“Did he?” the creature ponders, blessedly moving away, though Pidge remains confined. “Is the fire gone from his eyes? When was the last time he spoke of piloting the Black Lion again?”
Pidge opens her mouth to retort, but no words come out. Not right away. “That’s… that’s because Keith is--”
“It is because he is terrified,” the creature says, “to lose his mind when he’s already lost his body.”
“He got his body back!” she yells.
“A clone,” the creature corrects. “Do you want to know what happened to his original body?”
Pidge’s gut clenches because she knows the creature is right. Shiro’s body… isn’t actually his own.
“Devoured. Your fight against Zarkon ignited the bloodlust, and Takashi Shirogane paid the price.”
Pidge shakes. She wants to deny it all, but all of a sudden she cannot find the strength to do so.
“H-how do you know all this?” she dares ask instead.
The voice squeals in delight. “Wherever there is light, shadows are cast and in them I thrive.” A smooth limb gently strokes her cheek, a thick, sticky substance sliding down towards her mouth. Pidge locks it shut, terrified at not just the caress, but if they might be forcing her to ingest more of that poison in the real world and the slime is the physical manifestation of it here in this nightmare world.
“I love chaos,” the creature continues. “Chaos is change, chaos is improvement - you understand that more than most, Green Paladin.”
The ground falls under Pidge’s feet. In hardly a tick no longer is she strapped to a chair but is free falling, air rushing past.
Pidge screams, her heart racing. “It’s not real, it’s not real, it's not real!”
“Continue creating chaos for me, little Paladin. Change this universe into something completely new.
“I’ll be watching.”
Pidge is still screaming when she opens her eyes.
“Pidge, Pidge are you all right?”
No more creature. Lance is in her face, staring her down with the most frantic and concerned look in his eyes. They are back in the dark prison cell - no labs or mysterious chemicals in sight.
Just the two of them, one of Lance’s hands on her cheek, his face so close she could--
She scrambles away before she is too tempted to plant her lips on his cheeks, or worse, as she’s so frazzled by her nightmare.
“I’m fine,” she says automatically, quick to hold herself, though Pidge isn’t entirely sure if that’s the truth.
Lance shifts from his knees to sitting cross-legged, raising an eyebrow. “You don’t look fine, and you definitely didn’t sound fine.” He clenches his fist. “What did they do to you?”
His tone betrays a dangerous edge, one they’ll likely need if they are to escape.
“They made me drink something and I hallucinated,” Pidge says truthfully. She offers him a smile, though by his unimpressed reaction it doesn’t come across as genuine as she’d hoped. She frowns. “I’m sorry to worry you.”
“I’m just glad you’re okay now,” Lance insists. He drags himself over, cozying his shoulder up to her own. “And now that you’re awake, we can plan on how we’re getting out of here.”
As if on cue, the alarms sound off. Through the barred window on the door, dim red lights dance across the hallway.
The door miraculously slides open.
Pidge’s jaw drops. “Well,” she says, “I’m not going to let this go to waste. Let’s go!” Her heard pounds, the sooner they are out of here the sooner she can forget that awful nightmare.
Blood rushes to her face when Lance grabs her hand. “It’s probably chaos out there, better stick together,” he says with a wink.
Pidge sucks in a breath, but convincing herself the melodic laughter she heard once Lance finished speaking was all in her imagination.
“Create some chaos for me, little Paladins.”
Pidge runs alongside Lance, but her mind is elsewhere. She’s sure the voice hadn’t used the plural in the dreamworld.
Either her mind was already creating a warped version of her nightmare.
Or it was all real and the creature was with them both.
#plance#whumptober2019#no.21#laced drink#vld pidge#voltron legendary defender#vld fanfic#vld lance#rueitae#psychological horror#pinned down#coerced ingestion of substance#foreign substance forced in body#a little light on the romance#but pidges crush is mentioned#and there is plenty of protectiveness on both ends
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Prompt can you do kallura nd wiht a dash of plance of Keith asking allura out instead before they leave to fight ( basically like s8ep1)
A/N: I got so invested into this one shot I got all the way up to 5,000+ words. uwu. This work is just a ball of fluff tbh (except for some angst that immediately turns to fluff) I just…I love this piece. It’s probably my favorite fic I have ever written.
It’s been a couple months since they’ve recovered from Honerva’s robeast and they’ve spent every waking moment improving and preparing the ATLAS for launch. It’s hard to believe they were leaving tomorrow again.
“Tomorrow, the defenders of the Universe, Team Voltron, and Earth’s very own ATLAS will be launching tomorrow to search for the creator of the robeast that attacked our beloved Team Voltron and tried to take all our quintessence. There will be a celebration in their honor before they leave and a select few are invited to watch them depart along with their families they’re leaving behind. The Garrison has invited…”
The voice of the reporter faded into the distance as he sat with Lance, Hunk, and Pidge for lunch. He could hear Lance talking animatedly with Hunk and Pidge, but he wasn’t really paying attention. He felt a void. Allura didn’t get to eat with them yesterday nor today. She was so busy dealing with the Altean and prepping the ATLAS for launch, she hasn’t been able to spend much time with the team since they discovered the Altean.
“I think they’re hinting at something between Keith and Allura, too.”
That sure woke him up.
“What?”
At his incredulous tone, Pidge and Hunk smirked knowingly and Lance rose a suspicious eyebrow before responding, “We were talking about the Voltron show that just came out. Weren’t you listening?”
“Sorry,” Keith sighed, “I was just…thinking.”
Hunk bit into the mashed potatoes in his plate and asked with his mouth full, “Does it have to do with Allura?”
“Yeah.”
At his confession, Hunk and Pidge high-fived and pointed at him excitedly, though he was still in haze, and they yelled in unison, “I knew it!”
Keith jumped at the sudden exclamation and looked like a deer caught in headlights, “What?”
“You like Allura, don’t you?”
Keith was slightly creeped out by how interested Hunk looked in an obvious question. He scoffed, “Of course I like Princess Allura. I like all of you.”
Pidge facepalmed, “Not that kind of like, Keith. We know you like us. We’re asking if you like like Allura.”
Keith narrowed his eyes in complete exasperation, “There’s more than one type of like?”
“Oh for goodness sake,” Lance mumbled, “Do you have a crush on Allura, Keith?”
Keith stabbed his green beans and shrugged, “I don’t know.”
Lance gave him an unamused face, “What do you mean, you don’t know? You either like her or you don’t.”
Keith shrugged, “Then I guess… I like her? Like doesn’t seem to describe it”
“You guess? Then what would describe it?” Hunk asked, munching on his steak and listening to their obliviously lovestruck leader try to form his affections into words.
“Well, I mean, I care for her, there’s no doubt about that. But I don’t get the butterflies in my stomach or a ridiculous blush on my face. I just want to see her happy and hear her laugh everyday and make sure she’s okay. I don’t want her to get hurt any more and I want to see her grow stronger and wiser everyday. She’s amazing and, yeah, she’s beautiful, she’s so much more than that. She’s helped me become comfortable in my own skin and- why are you all looking at me like that?”
Hunk had a knowing look on his face, “That’s the most you have ever spoken in a conversation.”
Pidge smirked, “And I thought I was the rambler.”
“You still are.”
“Hey!”
Lance was quiet while Hunk and Pidge teased Keith for his newly revealed crush. He wasn’t expecting Keith to say so much, really. It was much deeper than a simple crush. He paused. It’s deeper than my crush. Looking back at Keith he couldn’t help but notice that Keith was much more fidgety than usual. Lance fought off a smile. If Allura was the only one who managed to get the ever-stoic Keith flustered, heck, she’s the only one who should be with him.
Lance chuckled, catching the attention of the bickering three and smirked at Keith knowingly, “You’ve got it bad, man.”
Keith blinked, “I do?”
The team nodded and smiled proudly at their leader who’s finally showing some sort of emotion other than ‘indifference’ or ‘annoyance’.
“But I don’t blush.”
Pidge sighed in exasperation, “You’re not an anime schoolgirl in love with her senpai, Keith.”
“Now that I think about it, our senpai would be Shiro,” Hunk added.
“Actually,” Pidge fixed her glasses and had slipped into her gremlin grin, “Keith’s also our senpai. He is a year older than us.”
Lance leaned into Keith and whispered, “Notice me senpai!”
Hunk and Pidge lost their sh!t laughing and Keith just decided he shouldn’t ask.
“Okay so I have a “crush” on Allura, what’s the big deal?”
Lance sat back down in his seat and got serious, “This is a big deal! You need to take her out on a date, man.”
“A date? The day before launch date?”
“Well,” Pidge started, waving around a piece of steak on her fork, “It’s our last day on Earth, who knows when we’ll be back?”
Keith pondered for a while and considered, “Well, I guess you’re right.”
“Of course we’re right,” Pidge chewed on her meat.
“But how do I ask her?”
“Oh come on, Keith,” Lance scooped up a spoonful of his mashed potatoes, “It’s not hard, just ask her out.”
“Okay, loverboy Lance,” Keith teased and turned his body to look at him directly, “With all the girls you’ve dated, you must’ve had a lot of first dates. What do you think I should do?”
“Oh,” Hunk cut in, “Lance’s first date was at Chuck E. Cheese when he was 12.”
Lance’s eyes widened and he yelled at Hunk with a look of betrayal evident on his face, “Hunk!”
“And a little eight-year-old stole all his tickets from his pocket when he tried to flirt with the cashier into giving him a few extra tokens.”
“HUNK!”
Keith shook his head fondly at his right hand man’s flustered and betrayed banter back and forth with Hunk. He turned to Pidge, who had a small blush on her face and a lingering smile playing on her lips as she swerved her fork left and right in her mashed potatoes. He rose a brow in question, “What about you, Pidge?”
“Huh?” She jumped up and paused swooshing her fork, almost dropping it.
“Do you have any first date experience you’d like to share?”
“I don’t think my input would help at all. If you haven’t noticed,” Pidge sassed, “I’m a tomboy and Allura is very girly. We’re both on the opposite ends of femininity.”
“Come on, Pidge,” Lance encouraged her, “You must know some advice for our emotionally constipated leader.”
Keith sent Lance a glare but the latter just winked.
“Oh, well, uh… no one’s ever asked me out on a date…” she trailed off.
“Really?” Lance was the first one to ask and Pidge almost jumped in her seat at the attention. Keith rose a brow at the two and he soon caught Hunk’s gaze, knowing immediately that the Samoan teen knew exactly what he was thinking about.
Phase 2 of Date Night has officially started.
“Then why don’t you three go out too while I take Allura out on a date?”
The two lovebirds blinked up at Keith and then looked at Hunk. He rose his arms and with a faux apologetic look he helped Keith out, “Sorry, guys, I can’t join you too. I already asked Shay if she wanted to go to my favorite restaurant with me and I can show her the jewels in a nearby abandoned mine.”
Keith rose an amused brow, “So it’s a triple date night?”
Pidge flushed immediately, which amused Keith because people did blush like that in front of their crush, and she stammered, “A d-date?”
Lance beamed at Pidge and leaned on his elbow, “Why not pigeon?”
“Don’t call me that,” she warned, an adorable “angry” (read: amused) face.
After a second of consideration she relented, “Fine. You better not screw it up, Lance.”
Lance smiled, “I would never.”
“That still doesn’t help the fact that I don’t know where to take Allura.”
“Come on, Keith, just think,” Hunk advised, “What’s something that Allura would love to see?”
Keith stopped and took a moment to consider his options. Allura is actually really homesick right now and is striving to find her people. She needs a break, though. She would really love to see anything that resembles something from Altea after seeing the Castle of Lions be destroyed and after losing her planet.
Keith paused.
He smiled.
He knew exactly where to take her.
He convinced himself that he will ask her after the meeting and before she can head for the med bay again. He had to. He wanted her to relax and also…he had to apologize for many things. He followed her out, but she was engaged in conversation with Romelle. Behind him, he could feel Lance, Hunk, and Pidge’s deep stares at his back and he took a deep breath.
Once they were out the door, he jogged behind the two girls and called out, “Allura!”
The yell came out a bit louder than he intended and he definitely got her attention. Allura turned around and smiled, “Hello, Keith. What is it?”
Keith stopped in front of them and he smiled softly, “Oh, nothing, really. I was just…uh…”
Allura smiled as she waited for him to finish and dang it there go the butterflies, Pidge you quiznaking liar.
“I-Would…Would you like to go out…tonight? Mom will be out with Acxa tonight making last minute preparations with the Blades so I’ll be alone. I was wondering if you’d like to eat dinner with…me?”
He was sure he had to be blushing right now. He’s never felt so nervous before. Behind her, he could see Romelle smiling knowingly at him, Lance, Hunk, and Pidge all joining her with the same look on her face and he was sure he was going to melt into a puddle of embarrassed blushes. Especially when he sees her dazzling smile and sympathetic face.
“I would love to, Keith, but I can’t,” he could see Hunk, Lance, and Pidge droop their heads behind them and he’s sure he would be doing the same if he wasn’t in her direct line of sight.
“Allura,” Romelle put a hand on her shoulder, “I know you’re worried about Luca, but we’re worried about you. It’ll be good for you to relax one night and clear your head.”
“Yeah,” Keith added, “You deserve some rest, princess.”
He blinked.
“Well, it doesn’t necessarily have to be with me. You can still relax without me. But I’d like to…relax…with you?”
He really wanted to die right there.
Allura turned to look at him and she smiled warmly and, almost immediately, his worries went away and he smiled softly back and he practically beamed when he heard her answer, “Dinner would be nice. I’d love to.”
Keith beamed, “Great! I-uh-I’ll see you tonight. In the truck garage. At six.”
“Okaayyyy,” Lance stepped in, grabbing Keith from his shoulders and pulling him away from the Princess, “Let’s go away slowly before you scare her off with your awkwardness.”
After Allura made one final check up with the Altean, both she and Romelle headed for the garden to find the Green Paladin. When the doors slid open, they found her working on some plants with her mother on the other side of the room. Allura walked in, followed closely by Romelle, and smiled, “Hello, Pidge. Do you have a moment?”
Pidge turned around, Allura noticing she’s unusually giddy this morning since lunch, and smiled, “Sure, Allura. What’s up?”
“Well, uh,” Allura trailed off, looking at corner of the room and way too flustered to continue.
Romelle, however, had no problem speaking out her thoughts and she grabbed Allura’s shoudlers in excitement and blurted out, “We need to go shopping! She has a date with flippity hair!”
Pidge’s smile faltered, “Shopping?”
The dreaded word sent shivers up her spine.
“Yes!” Romelle exclaimed, “Where do you buy proper courting vestments?”
Behind the trio, an amused laugh interrupted their conversation and the three turned to Colleen, who was eyeing her daughter with the same mischief Allura has seen on Pidge’s own face multiple times before.
“Katie? Fashion? That’s a good one.”
Allura smiled at the older woman’s joke and turned to Pidge once the girl started speaking, ignoring Romelle’s whispered, “I thought her name was Pidge.”
“I heard the mall has reopened. I’ve been wanting to check it out,” she eyed her mother, “but I’m grounded.”
“Grounded?” Romelle asked, “I wasn’t aware humans could float.”
“No, no. It just means I’m not allowed to leave my mom’s supervision. It’s a form of punishment.”
“What are you grounded for?” Allura asked, concern clearly etched on her face for her grounded friend.
“She’s grounded because apparently my daughter thinks that running away from home and gallivanting off into space without her mother’s permission is an acceptable activity for a 15-year-old.”
Allura blinked in surprise, but she really didn’t even have time to react before Katie-Pidge exploded, “Well, apparently finding my brother and saving my father from an intergalactic tyrant doesn’t get me a pass!”
Romelle hid behind Allura at the face-off of the Holt women, and Allura couldn’t blame her, she would have too after she saw Mrs. Holt’s face when she said, “Not on your life, young lady.”
Allura smiled nervously and intertwined her fingers together in a pleading way, “Please, Colleen. I could really use her help.”
Immediately, the air calmed down and Colleen smiled, “Well, now that you mention it. I was thinking about going to the mall today. I guess I’ll join you girls.”
“Moooom, please,” Pidge begged.
“Besides,” Colleen ignored her sulking daughter, “I won’t pass up a chance to help my daughter choose her outfit for her first date.”
“A date?” Allura asked, turning her body to look at Pidge and raising her eyebrow.
“With who?” Romelle asked, placing both hands on her shoulders and set her head right beside Pidge’s.
The girl in question fixed her glasses and looked away, “Well, uh, with Lance…”
“Pointy chin?!” Romelle exclaimed brightly.
Colleen smiled, seeing that her daughter was uncharacteristically flustered and decided to tease her further as an extension of her punishment, “Yes. Lance came by and asked Sam and I if we would let her off her punishment for tonight. Of course, we wouldn’t have said no to such a well-mannered boy. Also, Pidge seemed quite smitten when she introduced us the first time.”
“Mom!”
The older woman chuckled and decided that she’s provoked her daughter enough and decided to tend to her plants instead.
Allura smiled at the woman in thanks and plucked a growling Pidge off the ground and slid her way out of the room, “Thank you, Colleen. We’re going to go get the other girls while you watch over your plants.”
Keith stood in front of Coran’s door and he could already feel the intense overexcitement wafting out the door. But he had to do this if he wanted tonight to go right. He sighed and knocked on the door, surprised for it to immediately open once Coran asked, “Yes?”
Once the doors opened completely, Coran flipped his shirt and he grinned once he saw Keith at the threshold, “Ah, Keith! Come in, young lad! To what do I owe this visit?”
“Hey, Coran. I wanted to ask you about Allura.”
“Sure. What is it? No one knows her better than I do. Except for maybe the mice, but they have a telepathic connection to her, which seems like cheating to me.”
“Uh… yeah. Well, I have a date with her tonight and-”
“What?! A date?! But you’re not even royalty nor Altean. Much less Altean royalty!”
Keith backed up from Coran’s invasion of personal space and placed his hands on the older man’s shoulders to lightly pull him away, “I don’t think she cares about things like that Coran.”
“Did you even ask her primary guardian?”
Keith rose a brow, “Is that you?”
Coran grinned, “Yep!”
Soon Keith found himself being pushed out of his room, “Now count to zingor and knock.”
“But I don’t know the Altean numeri-”
Before he finished his sentence, Coran’s doors slid shut and Keith was left staring at the door and hearing buzzing and thumping on the other side of the door. He sighed and knocked, the buzzing and thumping immediately stopping and the doors slid open.
It looked as if Coran completely changed the room’s layout. Is that a fireplace? Keith blinked in surprise and then he saw Coran in a big chair facing a small bench and he was “smoking” a pipe, bubbles coming out of the end.
“Ah, Keith. Please come in, have a seat.”
Keith could already feel himself regretting this as he sat down in front of the exuberant man.
“Exactly what makes you think you’re qualified for such a prestigious position? For example, who are your references?”
“What are you talking about, Coran?”
“You see, I’ll need at least two notarized certificates of commendation speaking of your greatness from reliable sources before I’ll even consider giving you my approval,” Keith sighed.
“But since I know you to be an honorable young man, I’ll make an exception for you.”
Keith sighed in relief.
“But… you must do something about that outfit. Altean courting vestments are essential. Seeing as we’re not on Altea, we’ll just have to make do.”
Coran pulled out the most ridiculous get up Keith has ever seen and he inhaled deeply, “No way.”
Coran was left alone in the room.
Keith made his way inside the garage, grateful to see that Allura still hasn’t arrived yet and rushed to one of the garage doors and pressed a button to open it up. Behind it was a replica of his old bike there sitting in the dust. He flicked out a rag dangling from one of his belt loops and got to work.
He heard the doors of the garage slide open when he wiped away the last streak of dust on the bike. He stood up and leaned up against the bike. He realized he doesn’t exactly look cool with a rag in his hands and he threw it away from him in a second and crossed his arms. Allura emerged from behind a few trucks, looking around for him and he stayed quiet to just watch her and appreciate how she looked.
But she didn’t give him much time to check her out because she turned in his direction and smiled when she saw him. He smiled in return and took a few steps to meet her in the middle. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, not really knowing what to do with them and prayed to the ancients that he would somehow know what he was supposed to be doing.
“You look beautiful.”
He assumed he said the right thing because Allura’s cheeks got a soft blush on them. She smiled back warmly and pushed her hair behind her ear, “Thank you. You look very handsome.”
In reality, Keith was lucky enough that Lance had forced him to go out shopping a few days ago when he admitted that his old clothes don’t fit him any more. If not, he probably would have been wearing his Garrison uniform tonight.
He smiled, “Thanks.”
Once the two reached the hoverbike, he patted the seat and asked, “You ready?”
Allura looked at its side and rose a brow, “What is that? Some sort of pod?”
Keith chuckled and handed her a helmet, “Not really. It’s a hoverbike. It’s not really suited for transportation in space, but it’s really fun to ride on the surface.”
Allura slid the helmet on and watched Keith get on, “Have you ever ridden one?”
“Yeah, I used to ride these all the time with Shiro when I was a kid.”
Allura nodded and she clasped her hands together, waiting for some sort of instruction to handle the contraption. Keith turned around after prepping the hover bike and he held out a hand, “Get on behind me.”
Allura’s eyes widened, “What?”
Keith took her hand and led her to the open space behind him. Allura held on tight as she swung her leg over the bike, inwardly chuckling at how scandalized her mother would be if she saw how Allura was dressed and how close she was to Keith. Once Allura was situated, Keith brought her hand to his abdomen and squeezed her hand, prompting her to squeeze his shirt. With his other hand, he brought her other hand to do the same.
“You’re gonna want to hold on tight,” Keith suggested, a sense of pride swelling in his chest when he sees the faint blush on Allura’s cheeks grow with each passing second. He flicked his wrist, powering up the hoverboard and Allura gasped as the contraption glowed and lifted off the ground. She chuckled incredulously as they were floating off the ground and Keith smirked as he flicked his wrist again, prompting the hoverbike’s engine to rev and they both took off out of the Garrison’s garage doors.
Allura laughed in absolute joy at the wind pushing her hair back and squeezed Keith’s abdomen tighter as she leaned her head on top of his back to watch the desert whiz past them. A few minutes into the ride, she yelled, “Where are we going?”
“You’ll see soon enough. We’re almost there.”
She held on tight when she felt Keith go faster and she whooped as they descended down a hill. At the far corner of her peripheral, she could see a small, run-down building sitting in solitude before they took a sharp turn and headed for some rock formations.
They entered the rocky terrain and she marveled up at the rocks above her, awing at it’s strange beauty. Keith slowed down eventually and he stopped in front of a cave opening. Once the engine purred to a stop, he swung his leg over the seat and held a hand for Allura to get off the hoverbike. She took it gratefully and did the same, stumbling a bit since she was still a bit dizzy from the ride.
Keith quickly gave her his second arm for her to balance herself and asked softly, “You okay?”
She nodded, “Yes, thank you.”
He smiled and let go of her hands and Allura could have sworn he was blushing. She followed after him, carefully stepping over stray rocks and the rough terrain on the ground. Once Keith was deep enough inside, he turned around and smiled as Alura just looked around at the cave’s carvings.
She rose an eyebrow and studied them carefully, “Are these drawings?”
Keith held an amused look as she walked around the cave’s opening blinking at the drawings carved into the walls and suddenly it clicked, “Is this where you all found the Blue Lion?”
Keith nodded fondly and Allura’s beaming smile was brighter than any he’s seen before. This is amazing, she whispered and she lifted a hand to brush it over the carvings and, before she knew it, they all light up in a dazzling, glowing blue. She jumped away from it in surprise and awed at the beautiful display.
She turned around in a circle gasping when she saw the beautiful color light up the whole cave. She saw dazzling blue embers dancing around them both and she twirled, causing a small flurry of to spin around her. She laughed and opened her palm, beaming when a couple landed in her palm and glowed brightly before she blew them away to join their buddies again.
She turned and looked at Keith, surprised to find his gaze resting only on her. She blushed slightly and opted to watch the small embers again and whispered, “This is beautiful.”
Keith turned away too, convinced that his cheeks must also be flushed, and smiled fondly, “I thought you would say that.”
He offered her his hand again and Allura looked at it before looking back up at Keith. She took his hand slowly and allowed him to pull her along a small pathway. Eventually they came upon a flat opening and, there on the ground, she saw a small blanket and a basket sitting in the middle. Keith led her down the jagged steps and Allura giggled, “Are we having a picnic?”
He looked up at her with such insecurity, Allura just wanted to hug him. He broke eye contact and looked at the side, “Is that alright?”
Allura smiled encouragingly, “Of course! I haven’t had a picnic in deca-phoebs.”
His smile returned and Allura let him help her sit down on the floor, she folded her feet under her and smiled as Keith prepared the dinner. She looked around, noticing that there was a rush of water right beside them and found the sound calming. The area was lit up by multiple carvings, each one depicting a different story.
She was only entranced away from the carvings when a delicious smell wafted in the air. She turned her head and gasped in delight when she saw a plate before her and a strange food sitting and waiting to be devoured.
But it smelled delicious.
“Keith,” she trailed away.
“I’m not much of a cook. Nothing close to Hunk,” he started, looking away shyly, “But I did have to cook for myself a few years once I moved out of my foster parent’s home. This is something I would cook all the time.”
She took a fork in hand and stabbed one of the small bits of the dinner, being smacked in the face with the appetizing smell, and took it all in one bite. She sighed in content at the burst of flavor and almost moaned as she chewed.
“This is absolutely divine, Keith,” she stabbed another small bit, “What is it?”
“It’s macaroni with beef and tomatoes. It’s really simple, not that big of a deal.”
“This is better than anything I’ve ever eaten at home. It’s truly delicious.”
Keith chuckled and looked away, “Thanks, Princess.”
At the foreign nickname, Allura paused and dropped her hand beside the plate. She sighed, “You don’t have to call me that, Keith.”
He blinked and finished chewing before asking, “What do you mean?”
“I’m no longer a princess, Keith. My planet’s gone and my people don’t even know I exist.”
Keith furrowed his eyebrows, “And?”
“Well-”
“Princess, no matter what. You are who you are. Nothing changes that. My whole life… I was light years away from anything related to my mom. That doesn’t change I’m part Galra, does it?”
Allura looked up at Keith and was immediately struck by his soft features looking back at her. He shifted his hand a bit to brush against hers and whispered, “No matter what the circumstances are, you are the Princess of Altea. That will never change. So I’ll always call you the title you deserve.”
Allura returned his soft smile and she enveloped him in a tight hug. Keith froze for a second, not expecting the sudden affection, but he eventually returned the embrace and hugged her tight. Allura whispered a soft and broken, “Thank you.”
Keith sighed and pulled away, meeting Allura’s happy smile with sadness in his eyes and he whispered, “I’m so sorry.”
Allura rose an inquisitive brow and prompted him to continue, “I said horrible things to you when we were stuck in space.”
“Keith it’s alright, you weren’t yourself at the time.”
“The thing is,” Keith whispered breathlessly and turned away in shame, “I was actually thinking along those lines. Not about your father. That comment came up on the fly. But what I said about you and Lotor? Yeah, I was thinking about that for a while.”
Allura gasped and whispered softly and slightly hurt, “Keith…”
“I never blamed you, though. I actually always blamed myself,” he admitted and looked up at her apologetically, “Maybe if I was there with the team, I wouldn’t have let Lotor hurt you guys so close,” he turned away again guiltily, “I was mad at myself for leaving you all. I was mad for leaving you, Allura.”
His voice hitched when he felt Allura grab his hand and he looked up, finding her own guilty face staring back at him, “Well, to tell you the truth, my comment also came the heart. I was always wondering why you would leave us and I thought to myself that it was my fault that you left. That I didn’t act to stop you from leaving us in the most crucial moment of the war.”
She squeezed his hand and Keith found himself unable to look away from her blue eyes and she whispered brokenly, “We needed you with us, Keith. Why did you leave?”
Keith licked his lips, “I guess it’s because I didn’t feel like the leader you all deserved. I was becoming so attached to you all, I got scared.”
Allura grabbed his cheek and whispered, “Scared of what?”
Keith looked up at her and his eyes shined a low indigo under the blue highlights and whispered back, “I was scared of losing you.”
A deep sense of dread was in the pit of her stomach when Keith continued, “Everyone I’ve ever loved was taken away from me in one way or another and I didn’t want that to happen to you guys. You all became my family. I didn’t know what to do.”
Allura smiled and nodded softly, “I felt the same way. You all became my family when I lost Altea. You all became my only. Here though,” she exhaled, “I feel like everyone has a home to return to. All except for me.”
Keith was the one who initiated the hug this time, softly wrapping his arms around her and whispering a faint, “I love you.”
She pulled away slowly and she stared at him incredulously and whispered a faint, “What?”
Keith lifted a hand to cradle her head and his fingers scratched her scalp. He looked down at her lips and back up to her eyes, “I love you.”
He joined their foreheads together, “I love you so much…I never felt like I belonged anywhere. Not really. It’s like a part of me was telling my that my place wasn’t on Earth. But meeting you? Working with you? I truly felt at home. I wanna be your home, Allura. Just like you are mine.”
Allura smiled softly, having never been more moved by anyone’s words in her life and she saw Keith leaning in slowly. She closed her eyes and closed the gap in between them, finally joining their lips together. She lifted up her hand to lose itself in Keith’s scalp and her other laid flat on his chest. His other hand laid on her waist and the two stood there comfortably, sliding their lips against the other softly and lovingly, drinking up everything the other had to offer.
They only let go when they heard a soft beep from Keith’s phone. They pulled apart reluctantly, smiling and chuckling once they saw the other’s red lips and Keith took out his phone to check what it was in case it was an emergency. Allura laid her head on his shoulder as he checked what it was and she giggled softly when she saw what it was.
On Keith’s phone screen was a selfie that Lance and Pidge took. Pidge was smiling up at the camera, her eyes closed as Lance plopped a kiss on her cheek, slightly lifting her glasses off her face. There was a small caption at the bottom saying a short, “Thanks, Keith,” with blue and green hearts. Keith chuckled along and asked softly, “Do you want to send them one?”
Allura nodded and Keith lifted his hand at an angle. Once Allura was smiling up at the camera, he plopped a kiss on her forehead. Even after the picture was taken, he planted one final kiss on her lips, prompting her to giggle, before he sent the picture. Theirs was sent with a short caption too, “My pleasure.”
Later, once Keith finally cleaned up from their date, he led her out of the cave and towards his lion, which she assumed he summoned while they were on their date, and helped her climb up onto Black’s head. He sat down with his legs extended and helped her take her seat in between his legs. She leaned back against his firm chest and they both watched the sun set. After a few more kisses exchanged, Allura was sure that this was her new favorite past time. Being cuddled up in the arms of the man she loves is the best feeling: safety and warmth and love.
She pauses.
She smiles and nuzzles into him more.
She realizes that she feels at home.
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Something to ponder
Fandom talks about the likelihood of there being living Galra soldiers on every single cruiser that Voltron destroys. But we don’t often get hard evidence of that.
So, just a tiny reminder:
This guy. This very flesh-and-blood guy
Was in the hanger, seconds before
Shiro blew a hole in the wall, large enough to fit a fighter through.
If a fighter can fit, then a person (with the handy assistance of 14.7 psi) can also fit. That’s what ‘explosive decompression’ means (it’s not your eyeballs bursting or your blood boiling out your ears, neither of which will happen). It’s all about your squishy body riding the wave and nyooming out into the void.
(Of course, disclaimer: this is the same show wherein both Keith and Lance just... held on tightly in the brisk-ish breeze, when their doors were opened so, maybe the rules are just dumb different.)
Okay well, blah blah force fields turn on blah blah safety measures
Maybe. I don’t remember the Galra ever having a much of a rep for health and safety, but okay, maybe.
But if not, then there is an approx. zero percent chance Shiro didn’t just vent the room and dump that poor guy into space.
And furthermore-
It’s probably safe to say Shiro knew he was there
(Some of y’all are likely going to noT MY SHIRO!! even louder after this (which, okay that’s fine. More Shiro for me), but bear in mind that as of, I believe, S1E13, all of the Pals have at some point set foot on Galra ships (except Lance? Don’t quote me on that, but I think so). So, they all know full well that there are people on-board. They all know Sendak’s ship was the norm, not the anomaly.
And they all keep right on blowing shit up, without missing a beat
So. Just in case anyone was (somehow) still happily drifting in cognitive dissonance because it wasn’t adequately endorsed that yes, our young heroes murder folk on the regular...
Then uh. You’re welcome.)
#shiro#takashi shirogane#keith kogane#lance mcclain#katie holt#hunk garrett#voltron legendary defender#our little murder babies#nuking ppl from orbit#they're not as... dramatic as the typical murder baby#more unassuming#but they're there#vld#no editing. living dangerously.
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how come next gen didn't get as much hype or attention as big hero 6 or mitchells vs the machines or nimona did. i think that's unfair. they're all really good movies. also they all have some sort of robots in them, which is fucking awesome
#void keith talks#void keith ponders#movie stuff#next gen#next gen movie#the mitchells vs the machines#mitchells vs the machines#nimona#nimona movie#big hero 6#big hero six#big hero 6 movie#big hero six movie
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You Are Air In My Lungs, Chapter 2: Captive in Space (ShiroxF!OC)
Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender
Fic Rated: M (For Blood, Violence, Eventual Sexual Content, and Profanity)
Additional Content Notes: Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Keith is Portrayed as Autistic, Original Character is Autistic
A/N: Since the fic is up to Chapter 4 on AO3, I’m posting the Direct-to-Tumblr version in batches of two until both are caught up with each other.
[AO3 Version]
Everything proceeded with such speed that it was difficult to keep up. The forest gave way to a clearing where a small, dark colored ship waited for them. The scouts pushed her inside and they were quick to take off. The clear and sunny sky gave way to the dark and star-filled expanse of space. Were Anna not preoccupied with the terror of her circumstances and just processing everything she might have been filled with wonder at the sight that she was actually in space.
It still didn’t seem real. That strange helmet had somehow created a portal or gateway of some kind. It brought her to another planet of all places, and she got there only to be taken prisoner by aliens. That was the big picture, and that by itself was something she would swear was the work of a dream or science-fiction.
Then there were the little fragments of information that she managed to glean from what was said by the one she could understand. These aliens referred to themselves as Galra, and their civilization was the Galra Empire. They had an Emperor named Zarkon and a High Priestess named Haggar. Something about the fact her helmet created that wall of light was just as alarming to them as it was to her. Although in their case it was worth contacting their Emperor of all people. She could scarcely imagine what might happen.
Most difficult for her to wrestle with however was the scout’s comment about another human, one they called ‘The Champion’. The fact they outright stated she wasn’t the first human they’d seen was mind-blowing to her. But the question was, what was this other human ‘champion’ of? Did that mean they weren’t the Galra’s prisoner?
Anna’s pondering of the matter was cut short however as the view from out the ship window shifted. A giant, anchor-shaped behemoth of a ship came into view, slowly circling in orbit around the planet. The size of it all by itself was terrifying. But the dark violet color and the the glow of lights from within made it look that much more imposing. Her eyes widened, taking in the sight as the scouts made an approach. A large door opened for them and granted them access to a hanger, allowing them to dock inside.
The door then quickly shut. In moments, she was hurried out of the smaller craft and marched passed many others who looked just like the two who escorted her. There were also others whose armor had a slight difference in design with obscured faces. Something about them seemed different to her, but she was forced to keep moving. They certainly did not stop to give her the grand tour of the ship, instead purposely rushing down corridor after violet-lit corridor.
In just a matter of minutes, she was taken to a vast and open room. Windows looked out into the starry void, and several control panels lined the room with a soldier stationed at each of them. Were she to take a guess at where she was, Anna would surmise this was the bridge of the ship. Especially since standing at the center was another of the Galra with armor was was distinctly different than everyone else.
Their commander, perhaps?
In addition to bright red armor, they didn’t wear a helmet. A large tuft of dark hair sprouted from their head, obscuring part of their face. Leaf-shaped ears framed each side of their head. But what was most striking was just how large they were. They were certainly taller than any human Anna had seen, and even taller than the soldiers around them.
The scout in front of her leaned in, hissing at Anna when they noticed her shoulders hunching. She involuntarily tried to step back, only for the restraint of the other to tightened around the arm at her back. “Stand up straight, you are in the presence of Commander Thoris. You will be respectful to him and answer only if addressed.”
A toothy frown appeared on the Commander’s face as the pair approached with Anna in tow. They apologized for any interruption and proceeded to explain to their commander what the story was from their perspective. Anna wanted to speak and give her side of the story. But, considering the order from moments before and the possibility of being harmed, Anna refrained from even making an attempt at speaking.
For now, her goal was to try and stay alive… or at least not have a breakdown.
The soldier she understood handed the commander the helmet.
“If you look closely, sir, it looks like scaultrite doesn’t it? Scaultrite lenses to be more exact. That and the wall of light that appeared leads me to believe it’s some kind of … portable Altean teludav.”
Altean teludav?
The Commander took one long look at the helmet, running his fingers over the cracked ‘lenses’. His eyes narrowed. “You expect me to believe this is a smaller version of the device the Altean scourge used to create wormholes?” he snapped in a low, irritated voice. He glanced over at Anna, giving her a quick look up and down. “That some member of a primitive species just happened to be able to use it without any knowledge as to what it is?”
“That’s just it sir. Not just anyone can make use of Altean Technology. They have to have Altean blood in their veins, particularly to use a teludav, right? But surely it’s not out of the realm of possibility they’d try to invent a smaller version of such a device is it? Considering what feats of science and magic they accomplished. …Plus, how else could one account for a human being on Dezak when their home system is several galaxies away?”
Realization crashed over her like a wave. Anna could hardly believe what had just been implied. Not only was she apparently now several galaxiesaway from home, but apparently she’d gotten there by creating a wormhole by way of that helmet. On top of that, apparently using the device required someone to have Altean ancestry. Which meant the reason she had created the wormhole was because she had Altean ancestry.
As if things didn’t already seem insane enough.
“Emperor Zarkon wiped out the Alteans eons ago after the destruction of Daibazaal. He will not be happy if someone brings him news that he didn’t finish the job,” Commander Thoris retorted. “Even if it’s true, I don’t want to be the messenger who is shot.”
“S-sir, this could be evidence of the location of one of the Lions of Voltron! Such news could get you a promotion!”
The Commader fell silent. His expression didn’t seem to change much, but he looked away for a moment. It seemed to linger, the silence making the air feel thick with suspense. His eyes went from Anna to the helmet and out to the window where the stars lay beyond. Anna could only wait in that silence, wondering what decision would be made.
Then, he finally spoke directly to her.
“Anna Spurling, was it? Do you know who the Alteans were and their significance to the Empire? Do you know of Voltron?”
Anna shook her head. “This is the first I’ve heard of either.”
He frowned, gaze intently on her as she spoke. It was probably to determine if she was lying, she supposed. Another moment of silence past while he appeared to contemplate what was said.
At last, a sigh was finally drawn from his lips.
“Take the human to the exam room and run a genetic analysis. Have them run a comparison test on the helmet. If evidence of Altean heritage is found, bring them both back here. Only then will I contact his majesty. Not a moment before.”
Each scout in turn bowed their head, the one not restraining Anna also putting a fist to their chest.
“Vrepit Sa.”
Commander Thoris excused them, returning the helmet. Anna was forced on yet another march down a series of corridors. Soldiers and other crew of the ship marched past her. Some conversed with another, some she could understand while others she couldn’t. But she was not allowed to linger, and thus didn’t get a chance to glean anything from their conversations. It was probably just as well, all the information she had so far and the questions they raised were enough to occupy her.
Eventually they brought her to a small room with a table with restraints was centered around monitors and various pieces of equipment that didn’t quite look like anything Anna recognized. She was ordered to lie down as soon as she entered. All the while, she didn’t say a word unless she was addressed.
Just stay alive, she told herself.
An examiner garbed in dark robes approached. They poked and prodded her, cleaning her wound and extracting samples of skin and blood and other tissue. At one point she saw one of the scouts leave with the helmet, apparently to take it for its own analysis. In the meantime, the examiner took the tissue samples, inserting them a machine off to the side. They quickly vanished inside as they watched a monitor nearby.
Anna recognized a DNA helix flashing across the screen, foreign letters scrawling across alongside it. She felt herself caught in another moment of suspense. In truth, she thought, a part of her still considered this might all be a dream or hallucination. A part of her wanted it to be so. But another, perhaps out of morbid curiosity, wanted to know the answers to the questions that had arisen in her mind.
Was she truly part Altean? Why did they call the Alteans a scourge? How did they come into contact with humans previously? Did they mention magic of all things? What on earth was a Lion of Voltron?
Those were only just a few of many.
The monitor flashed, a computerized voice announcing the test results were complete. The examiner stood there unmoving for a moment, reading the results as they scrolled down. They nodded, a grim expression starting to paint itself on their face. They turned to the scout, speaking to them in what she guessed by now was the Galran native tongue.
They didn’t have a translator chip then. She didn’t understand a word and that only served to leave her further in suspense. But, she had a feeling she wouldn’t be waiting much longer either way. Her eyes flittered nervously to the scout. They pulled her up, restraining her arms behind her back.
“Alright, back to the Bridge with you. March.”
Anna obeyed, marching in front of them as they kept a hold on her arms. They took the same way, again making no delays. The walk back felt slower to her though, most likely from the anticipation were she to guess.
When they arrived at the bridge, the commander was waiting, the helmet having been given to his possession once more. He eyed it, frown seeming wider than when Anna last saw him.
“…What were the results of the test?” he inquired, an expectant expression on his face.
“The percentage was small, but it w-was a positive identification for Altean genetic material, sir,” the guarded told him with hesitance.
So it was true, thought Anna. She really was part Altean. Part Alien. A part of her couldn’t help but wonder about the details of how such a thing came about.
“I see. The comparison test came back positive as well. I expected as much,” he said seriously before turning his attention to Anna. “Alright, on your knees! Prisoners need to be presented in a proper manner before Emperor Zarkon.”
Anna started to kneel, but was still pushed down. Obviously, she thought, she wasn’t kneeling fast enough for their liking. She didn’t know what would happen to her. But, she considered, if all of this was real and true, her ancestry wasn’t something in her control. Would her fate truly be decided on such a thing?
A larger monitor appeared in front of them, the screen appearing blank save for a red, claw-like emblem that flashed for an instant. After it was gone, it was only another moment or two before a Galra cloaked in dark burgundy armor appeared on screen. Their skin was a darker hue and wrinkled, eyes aglow with a violet light that seemed strangely similar to the lights Anna had seen in the halls of the ship.
Emperor Zarkon, perhaps?
He exuded a dark and authoritarian aura. When he addressed the commander by name in greeting the tone in his voice only reinforced that feeling she got from him. This had to be Zarkon. Or at least someone close to the top.
“Commander Thoris, you have not made any reports in some time.”
“Apologies for the interruption your majesty. There is usually nothing to report,” the commander replied, pressing his fist to his chest and bowing in a show of respect. “However, my scouts have discovered something that I feel ought to be reported to you sir. They were on patrol on the planet Dezak and discovered a human.”
“Is that so? How would a species normally found in a sector so far away appear there?”
“I was actually about explain that, sire. However, you may find what I am about to tell you disturbing,” Commander Thoris warned him. Anna watched the emperor, finding it difficult to discern much of anything from his expression. It was already difficult enough for her to read others, but Emperor Zarkon was utterly stonefaced in her eyes.
“Continue,” he ordered the commander bluntly.
“Right. Of course,” Commander Thoris replied simply before he held up the helmet to Zarkon’s direct gaze. “Before they appeared, the scouts reported a wall of light that appeared and had gone to investigate it. We found this in the possession of this ‘Anna Spurling’ when apprehended.” The Commander was silent for a moment before he continued. “We ran an analysis on both of them. We have confirmed the presence of Altean blood in their veins, and the helmet closely matches old Altean designs and based on our readings and what testimony my scouts have given… I believe there is evidence to support that this is some sort of teludav.”
Emperor Zarkon’s gaze quickly fixed upon Anna, eyes narrowing until they were barely even slits.
“The Alteans hid Voltron from me. Perhaps I should not be suprised some eluded the Empire and bred themselves into the populations of other races.”
What exactly was the story with this ‘Voltron’? What were the Lions? Obviously there was a conflict between the Galra and Alteans over them. One that created a considerable amount of animosity, at least on the part of the Galra.
“I realize the news that traces of the Alteans existing might be disturbing, sire. However, this could be evidence that a Lion is located somewhere in the sector where humans exist. After the recent lead on the Red Lion, this could be a most fortuitous event indeed!”
Red Lion… So were the Lions of Voltron identified by color then?
None of this seemed to be leading to what Anna’s fate was. However, as she was thinking on what was being said in the conversation, Emperor Zarkon abruptly turned his gaze back to Commander Thoris. He folded his hands, leaning back from the monitor.
“Commander, execute the Altean-blooded human immediately. I will contact the patrols in Sector X-9-Y and have them double their efforts to scan the area.”
Anna’s blood ran cold.
No… NO…
“NO!” She couldn’t help the scream that ripped from her throat. Under the circumstances, there was no use for her staying quiet and heeding the warning she was given. “Are you really going to kill me because of something I had no choice in? I didn’t even know what Alteans were or that I was even partly Altean until today!”
Anna felt a firm smack that drew a yelp from her before she felt a firearm once more pressed to her, this time to the back of her head. The emperor squinted.
“So you claim to be completely ignorant of your heritage?” he questioned her, “Pathetic if true. You are unaware of the poison that runs in your veins and the potential it brings. But I will make it simple for you: your very existence is a threat to the Empire I will not abide. Who knows what you’re capable of? What reason could possibly convince me to spare you when I could snuff you out and rid myself of any problem you might cause?”
Anna looked frantically back and forth, her mind racing to find an answer that might save her life.
“I… maybe if…” The words started to form, but not fast enough for her.
Zarkon tapped a finger on the top of his hand, his impatience obvious even to Anna. “I was not looking for an answer to my question. I am not interested in hearing your attempt to persuade me. Your kind was rather fond of trying such tactics. I will not entertain them.”
“Sire, are you certain you wish to do away with this Altean-blood’s life without knowing their capabilities? As you said, who knows what they are capable of?”
Anna didn’t recognize the voice that entered into the conversation at the moment. But she was startled when she realized it was coming from Emperor Zarkon’s end. It sounded very much like the voice of an elderly woman, strained and rasping.
“We have an example of someone with mixed Altean blood,” Zarkon retorted, looking off the side in a direction off from what was visible in the monitor.
“But he is half Altean and half Galra. We do not know what effect Altean blood has in smaller quantities, my lord. Nor do we know well how Altean heritage manifests in other races other than our own. Is it wise to deal with such a potential threat blindly?”
“Are you suggesting we use this human as a template to extract knowledge of such things, Haggar?” he inquired.
The other voice was the High Priestess, then.
“Just so, sire. The Galra Empire can make use of even someone with the blood of its mortal enemies. After all, have we not made tools of other races’ technology and people before? Our enemies included?”
Zarkon was quiet. He appeared to be giving what was said some serious consideration. But the question was, if he had such disgust for Alteans, would pragmatism overcome his personal feelings on the matter? Anna hoped so, for her life hung in the balance.
After a long, agonizing pause, the emperor finally spoke again.
“I assume you would oversee this undertaking, along with your druids?” he asked Haggar off screen.
“Without hesitation, sire. It is my duty to seek knowledge and power that will serve you and the Empire,” Haggar replied, her answer lacking no hesitation.
Anna felt the urge to hold her breath. Anticipation overtook her in that moment, or perhaps more accurately a mix of hope and desperation. Perhaps there was also a sense of dread in the bubbling stew of her emotions as well.
Emperor Zarkon once more turned his attention to her. “It would seem there is an argument to be made for your use to us alive. For now. ” He then immediately switched his attention to Commander Thoris, who had been patiently awaiting orders. “The human is to be spared. Make any needed preparations and bring them to Haggar and the Druids.”
A sigh of relief escaped Anna’s lips. But as grateful as she was to live, this wasn’t truly a victory. She was being taken into custody to be a test subject for the High Priestess.
“On your order, your majesty,” Commander Thoris acknowledged, thumping his fist against his chest as he bowed.
“However,” Zarkon continued, narrowing his gaze as he shifting attention back to Haggar, “I want some insurance on your part, High Priestess. To ensure your new project is cooperative.”
A small pause followed before Haggar gave a reply. “I believe fear can ensure compliance in this case. The human will be housed in the cell next to the most fearsome warrior in our holdings.”
A chill ran down Anna’s spine. She didn’t want to dare think of who Haggar had in mind. Her gaze averted away from the screen. Emperor Zarkon nodded. He leaned forward, looking back towards the scene at the other end.
“You have your new orders. Bring Haggar the Altean-blood,” he repeated himself to the commander, “Vrepit Sa.”
“Vrepit Sa!”
The video feed terminated and the monitor vanished. Without a second to waste, Commander Thoris turned to the scout still holding Anna. The gun withdrew from her head.
“Have Anna Spurling changed, IDed, and cataloged. Make sure a translator chip is implanted. It will do no good if our new prisoner cannot understand the orders of all guards and superiors.”
Anna wanted nothing more than to collapse from the rush of adrenaline that had been running its course through her during the exchange with Emperor Zarkon. Her gaze was still averted, looking down at the floor. Commander Thoris took one last look at her as the scout pulled her to her feet.
“Be thankful for your life. I pray you are as useful to the Empire as the High Priestess believe you will be. I would hate for you to turn out to be a disappointment.”
Anna was taken away from the bridge. She felt like she’d taken a heavy hit, and at least in an emotional sense she had. But her body seemed to feel the toll of it as well. She couldn’t help but wonder what would happen to her from here on it. One thing she was certain of however.
One wrong move, and she could still end up dead so very, very easily.
***
Sometimes the only thing that could keep a person going was the will to stay alive. The days had started to blur together, and sometimes it was forgotten how long it had been. Seeing the same sights, hearing the same things, and smelling the same scents had that effect, especially when at times there was no easy reference point to make use of.
The metallic scent of blood and steel had become so intimately familiar. Each fight seemed like it was tougher than the last. Incapacitation was always preferable. But in Zarkon’s arena, a fight to the death was expected. There had been times where there was no choice but to take a life. Shiro had especially become intimately familiar with the phrase ‘kill or be killed’, and the sight of his own blood dripping across his skin. Unless it was the blood of his opponent spattered across him.
He had refused to let himself lose track of time for too long. In a matter of weeks he’d be coming up on a year since he and the others crew members of the Kerberos mission were abducted. He would worry for the safety of his fellows when he had moments alone in his cell. He hadn’t seen Sam Holt since he was taken to a work camp, or Matt since he’d injured him to save him from having to fight in the Arena.
It had been that day he’d donned this facade that had earned him the title of ‘Champion’. But in reality he new what the title really meant, that he was nothing more than the Galra’s most prized captive. And now, he was also a lab rat to Haggar and the druids. He dreaded what he might endure as a result.
Sometimes he wondered if the sins he’d committed meant he was slowly losing against them. But he always resisted the thought. Shiro absolutely refused to surrender his will to survive. He was their prisoner, but he would never let them have all of him. Not truly.
Shiro was often alone when not being taken to another fight or for some sort of test or examination. He had not had any cell mates or anyone in the neighboring cells to speak of for quite some time. His reputation had developed to the point most of the other prisoners were kept away outside of the arena.
So he was alone, the quiet hum from the lights outside the only noise he could hear aside from his own breathing. It was still quite dark in his cell. Yet, sometimes when he pulled up his sleeves he could make out the scars that now curved his arms. He had many like them all over his body now. That included one straight across his face from a gash inflicted by an opponent’s sword.
The stillness was broken by the sound of metal clunking against the floor outside. He’d come to recognize the sound of the guard’s footsteps. They were approaching his cell. Shiro expected them to come to take him somewhere, be it to another fight or another exam room. He started to mentally brace himself, getting into the mindset he needed for the role he played in order to keep breathing.
They stopped just short of his cell, however.
“Hey, so how much you want to bet she won’t last a movement?” He heard a guard ask another in their company. He paused, listening intently to what was being said. Shiro learned quite a few things from eavesdropping, and in his efforts to survive, such a penchant was not only a useful thing to have, but necessary.
“Oh, you’re not getting any argument from me. Have you seen her? That new human prisoner they found is an absolute pipsqueak! I never would have thought an adult human could be so small.”
Shiro’s heart nearly stopped. For the longest time the only humans taken by the Galra were Sam and Matt Holt and himself. Now they were saying that they’d captured someone else, a woman from what he could infer. His mind scrambled to guess as to how she was found, his first thought being the Galaxy Garrison had launched another group out to Kerberos.
“Yeah, they’re bringing her in shortly. They’re just finishing processing now,” the guard replied, “She was shaking like a leaf when I saw her. You can tell from one glance that she’s a civilian, standing there looking all utterly baffled and big-eyed.”
The other guard snorted in laughter. Shiro stayed out of direct sight of the window of his cell, taking in what was being said. He balled up a fist, brow furrowing at the mocking tone the guards had when speaking of this new captive. He had no choice but to seethe quietly. Yet worry was far and away the stronger emotion that purveyed itself upon him.
The Galra not only capturing another human, but a civilian raised a lot of horrifying questions for him. But the most pressing at the moment were about the state she was in. The guard’s description of her shaking and wide-eyed did not bode well. He could only imagine what this woman had already been through at their hands.
“I’d give her a few quintants at most. Especially where we’re putting her, eh?”
Shiro continued to listen, hoping they would continue to converse, as much as the way in which they did so incensed him. “We should hurry and inspect the cell. If the Lieutenant catches us chatting when she’s got the prisoner in hand she’ll have our heads.”
He heard a click and the sliding of hydraulic doors. His eyes widened when he realized it was the cell right next to his. It was then he connected it to what was said only a moment before. They were putting her in the neighboring cell.
That would work in his favor. With adjoining cells speaking with her would be simple. He wanted to help her, if he could. As much as he was able to, he thought.
A part deep within himself leapt at the thought of no longer being so isolated in this place. Being without a cellmate or neighbor had left him starved of meaningful contact with others. It was not something he often thought about in such terms. But being left in silence for long enough meant the only companion one had were their own thoughts. It was harder to resist feelings of guilt, of fear and hopelessness… of loneliness.
Several minutes went by, the sound of the guard’s boots clunking around in the next cell over causing a small din that broke the usual eerie quiet. They continued to exchange comments, though it started to become more focused on the task at hand. It wasn’t long before he heard them shuffle outside. That was when he heard another pair of footstep coming down the hallway towards them. Shiro inched closer to the window of his cell, hoping to observe what was happening.
A pair of shadows spread across the floor, shrinking and taking shape as a Galra officer approached the guards. Another followed close behind her, not yet readily visible.
“Lieutenant, the cell is ready for occupancy,” one guard reported as they stepped off to the side. Shiro’s eyes followed the shadow behind her.
“Very good, open the door. Let’s not waste any time letting our new ‘guest’ become acquainted with her new home,” she commanded before turning back behind her. With a motion of her hand, the other stepped forward without a word. As Shiro had suspected, they were none other than the new prisoner that the guard’s had been mocking in their conversation when they had first arrived.
Unfortunately, some of his fears about her were not unfounded. How she shrunk away from the others, her gaze averted and her body trembling were all clear tells of how afraid she was. Strands of her light brown hair hung loose on either side of her face, framing her fearful and questioning expression.
Shiro could see no obvious injuries, yet he was well aware that the prisoner garb could easily hide some cuts and bruises. He prayed that they didn’t in her case.
The woman halted just short of walking into the cell. He couldn’t tell quite what she was thinking, yet her expression conveyed hesitance.
Indeed that was what she felt. Anna had been in fearful anticipation ever since her fate had been decreed by Emperor Zarkon. It had dominated her mind all throughout the further poking and prodding she had undergone by the examiner as the ship left orbit and took her away. They had brought her here and more of the same had followed. Yet now, here she was, staring into what felt to her like the unknown abyss.
“You were not ordered to stop,” the lieutenant snapped at her.
“Aw, are you scared little one?” one of the guards mocked her. “As you should be. You know whose cell is right next to yours?” Anna turned her head to the guard for a moment. She recalled what Haggar had said to Zarkon about placing her next to one of the most fearsome warriors they had. Assurance for Zarkon that she would cooperate.
She was completely unaware that occupant of the neighboring cell was watching the scene unfold at that moment.
“This cell over here belongs to a human just like you. Well, maybe not ‘just’ like you. But hey, you have that in common,” the guard explained with a smirk on their face as they pointed to Shiro’s cell. “He caught the attention of the High Priestess not to long ago, as well. We call him ‘Champion’, you see. He’s the best fighter in Zarkon’s Arena, so far not having lost a single match. Do you know why?”
Shiro watched the woman shake her head. He felt a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach as the smirk on the guard’s face widened into a grin.
“He’s got a lust for blood to match his cunning and strength, the Champion. He’s a nightmare to face in a fight. The last opponent he face was a bloody mess by the end of the fight. And the champion? He absolutely reveled in it,” they said, “Just imagine what kind of neighbor he’ll be. In fact, we should probably let him know you’re here.” Shiro moved away from the window. The guard turned towards his cell, raising his voice as he called out. “Hey Champion! You awake in there? We got a new friend for you. Play nice with her, now!”
Anna’s eyes widened as she detected someone shift just out of view from the window of the cell. She had been wondering who this ‘Champion’ was since he was first mentioned. She already knew he was a human like her, but now she knew for certain he was another prisoner like her. But, based on what was said, this ‘champion’ sounded like a murderous brute.
“I don’t know if he’ll be able to stand having a fresh piece of meat right on the other side of that wall. He’ll have to sate himself with entertaining the idea though if Haggar wants her alive for experimentation,” the other guard crooned at their fellow.
Anna quickly turned back to her own cell. Her mind began to conjure an imagined voice that she thought might fit such a man. She expected torture and torment to await her the minute the two of them were alone. The guards laughed at her, jeering at her before the lieutenant cut them off.
“That’s enough now. What part of ‘let’s no waste time’ did either of you fail to comprehend?” she hissed at the guards before giving Anna a push into her cell. “And as I said to you, you were not ordered to stop.” The lieutenant glared at Anna as she scampered inside, the door slamming shut behind her. After some more barking and scolding, the lieutenant started to walk away, looking back at the guards. “The first patrol will be around. You two ought to return to your posts, immediately.”
Shiro listened as they departed, marching away until the sounds of their footsteps faded. He grit his teeth, the weight in his gut not lifted from him. This woman was not only the first person to share a cell next to him in a long time, but she was the first human he’d even seen since he and his crew were separated.
They had primed her to be frightened of him, using his reputation as a bludgeon to strike terror into her. In this case, the persona he had created was working against him. He sighed, leaning against the wall of his cell as he tried to contemplate his next course of action. He would have his work cut out for him, he thought, but he had to talk to her. He couldn’t just sit by and do nothing.
Anna slumped down, sliding against the wall of the cell until she fell to the floor. A long exhale drew from her, her body feeling like jelly due to exhaustion. After everything she had been through, all she wanted was to rest. Whatever came next, she prayed silently, let it come after she’d had some rest. She couldn’t handle much more after all that had happened in the course of that single day.
A moment of silence passed, and at first it seemed as though she might get her wish.
But then, she heard someone speak.
“Hey,” said someone, gentle in their tone of voice, “Are you alright?”
Anna registered that it was coming from the next cell over, the one the guard had said belonged to the ‘Champion’. She had expected something more grating, more course.
“U-um…” she hesitated, unsure of what sort of reply to give. At first, she could only sit quietly, wondering what he would say if he spoke to her again.
Shiro expected hesitance on her part, if not resistance to speak with him outright. He had to be as gentle and mindful of her as he could be, he told himself. “Did they hurt you?” he asked, continuing with his soft approach.
Anna sucked in another breath. The last thing she wanted right was to be taunted. But, she wasn’t so sure the prospect could be avoided whether he was silent or not.
“Well, I’ve been slapped with a gun, and had one pointed at my head and back. I’ve been threatened with being shot, yelled at, and at one point it was ordered that I be executed. But, I escaped that one because I was apparently more useful as a lab rat than dead. That’s about the gist of it.” She might still be executed, right? he might just be the one to do it, right? Is that what he was going to tell her?
“I’m really sorry. It must have been awful for you,” he replied, “I’m glad to hear it wasn’t worse. The gun didn’t leave a mark, did it?”
Anna blinked. Wait, she thought. There was the possibility he was trying to get her to let her guard down on purpose. Still, she continued to speak to him, curiosity winning out over her apprehension.
“My head’s a little tender there, but I’ve gotten worse smacks from falling off my bike,” she said. “I know this is probably just the beginning, though.”
Shiro frowned. “I wish that weren’t the case. Nobody should have to go through what the people here are subjected to. You shouldn’t have had go through what you already have.”
Anna grimaced. He wasn’t wrong when he said that. If her experience and what she’d heard in conversation were anything to go off of, the way others were treated by the Galra was nothing short of appalling. However, she had the feeling she had only scratched the surface of that. After all, this was just one day.
“You d-don’t have to pretend to be friendly,” she stammered, “If you’re planning on telling me about how you’re going to grind my bones into bread, I’d rather get that over and done with. I’ve had a long day and it’s a lot for me to take in right now.”
Her words stung. But, Shiro could understand where they came from. It saddened him, certainly, but in no way did it anger him. “Well, the good news then is that part’s already taken care of. I don’t want to harm you, physically or otherwise. I understand if you don’t trust me, but I mean it. I don’t want to hurt you, I want to help.”
“Forgive me, but it might take me some time to believe that.” Anna was still apprehensive. She couldn’t help it. However, he had coaxed her enough to further draw her curiosity. “Well, can I ask you something then? What’s your name? I mean your real name, not ‘Champion’.”
“That’s alright. I get it, really,” he answered her, “ Of course. My name is Shiro, what’s yours?” This was good. She was talking to him. She didn’t trust him, but the important thing was that they were speaking.
After a pause, he heard her softly give her reply. “Anna. I-It’s Anna, I mean.”
She couldn’t see the soft smile that curved his lips at that moment. “Anna,” he repeated, “I’m sorry for everything you’ve faced so far. I can only imagine how scared you must be. You have every right to be,” he consoled her. “But you don’t have to face this alone. I’ll do what I can to help, you have my word.”
Anna was quiet for a long time, thinking on the matter. She had nothing to lose in this. But, if what the Galra had said wasn’t true, and he was true to his word, what she had to gain was a friend. It was something she sorely needed in this insanity of a situation she found herself in.
“Okay,” she finally answered him. “But I’ll hold you to your word, Shiro.”
But then that raised the question. Who was he really, and why did the Galra make him out to be some sort of hardened killer?
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What Sold—and for How Much—in Art Basel 2020 Virtual Art Fair
David Zwirner
Balloon Venus Lespugue (Red)
Jeff Koons
$8 million
Hauser and Wirth
The Press of Democracy, 2020
Mark Bradford
$5,000,000
Painting
Mixed media on canvas
287.0 x 359.4 (cm)113.0 x 141.5 (inch)
‘The Press of Democracy’ (2020) features a loose urban grid in bright blue, with organic golds, browns, and blacks radiating from the center, evoking the release of mounting pressure caused by the suppression of kinetic energy. Using his signature techniques of layering paper, rope, and other materials onto canvas and processing the surface to reveal complex intersections between layers of meaning, Mark Bradford’s most recent work examines a world undone by crisis. Named after a chapter from ‘Gotham’, Edwin G. Burrows and Mike Wallace’s monumental history of New York City, ‘The Press of Democracy’ considers the unspooling of generations of established power structures. Bradford makes a case for the animating power of abstract painting at a moment when everything seems up for grabs.
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Gladstone Gallery
Untitled, 1982
Keith Haring
$4.75 million
Painting
Enamel and dayglo on metal
230.0 x 184.0 (cm)90.6 x 72.4 (inch)
Provenance: The Keith Haring Foundation, New York
Throughout his career, Keith Haring (b. 1958, Reading, Pennsylvania) used his signature artistic vocabulary to become a spokesperson for his generation, responding to many of the urgent social and political issues that defined his lifetime. Beginning with his first works in the late 1970s and early 1980s, Haring developed a universal language comprised of iconographic motifs – including barking dogs and dancing figures – that remained accessible and recognizable to a global audience.
The painting ‘Untitled’ (1982) is an iconic representation of how Haring employed these motifs to create an exuberant composition that speak to both formal expertise and brilliance in conveying social messages. Here, his use of day-glo paint captures the vibrant energy of his age, one shaped in part by a popular underground club culture, street art , and Neo-Expressionist painting. As an artist, Haring provided a unique take on universal concepts such as birth, death, love, and war, ultimately creating an oeuvre that remains as relevant today as it was during his lifetime.
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David Zwirner
Untitled (Blot), 2015
Kerry James Marshall
$3 million (to an American museum)
Painting
Acrylic on PVC panel
213.7 x 303.5 (cm)84.1 x 119.5 (inch)
Experience Kerry James Marshall's Untitled (Blot) in depth and explore Basel Online: 15 Rooms on David Zwirner Online →
Engaged in an ongoing dialogue with six centuries of representational painting, Kerry James Marshall (b. 1955) has deftly reinterpreted and updated its tropes, compositions, and styles. At the center of his prodigious oeuvre, which also includes drawings and sculpture, is the critical recognition of the conditions of invisibility so long ascribed to black figures in the Western pictorial tradition.
For his Blots series, Marshall utilizes the language of abstraction to suggest alternative ways in which black experiences are formally manifested in painting. Like his more familiar figurative images, the artist’s Blots invite viewers to consider what, and whom, the history of abstraction has obscured.
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Edward Tyler Nahem Fine Art, New York
The Nineties (1980)
Ed Ruscha
$2.4 million
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Anthony Meier Fine Arts, San Francisco
Untitled (87-33) (1987)
Donald Judd
$1.85 million
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White Cube
Komplementär bräunlich (2012)
Georg Baselitz
$1.66 million:
Baselitz cites as an influence Italian abstract painter Lucio Fontana, who made his images by slicing or digging into monochromatic fields of colour to reveal black voids behind the picture plane: “I wanted an apparition, something that appears out of the depth”.
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Hauser and Wirth
The Fragile (2007)
Louise Bourgeois
$1.5 million
Diagonal Evolution (2020)
George Condo
$1.4 million
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Galerie Thaddaeus Ropac
Elke in Frankreich II (2019)
Georg Baselitz
$1.35 million
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Luhring Augustine, New York
Untitled (1990)
Glenn Ligon
$1.2 million
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Xavier Hufkens, Brussels
White Snow Cake (2017)
Paul McCarthy
$1.2 million
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Galerie Max Hetzler
Intervals 6, 2019
Bridget Riley
$1.2 million
Painting
oil on linen
271.0 x 181.0 (cm)106.7 x 71.3 (inch)
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Hauser and Wirth
Untitled, 1972
Ed Clark
$1.2 million
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David Zwirner
Pastel (1991)
Joan Mitchell
> $1 million
Work on Paper
City, 1928 - 1936
Josef Albers
$1 million
Painting
Tempera on Masonite in artist's frame
56.2 x 109.9 (cm)22.1 x 43.3 (inch)
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Almine Rech, Brussels
The Dreamer (2008)
George Condo
$950,000–1 million
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Skarstedt
Ralf III (Remix), 2005
Georg Baselitz
$900,000
Painting
oil on canvas
300.0 x 250.0 (cm)118.1 x 98.4 (inch)
'Ralf III (Remix)' belongs to Georg Baselitz’s acclaimed Remix series, a self-referential body of work that the artist began in the autumn of 2005, in which he revisits and re-interprets subjects from earlier decades of his practice. Addressing his own personal history through the lens of retrospection, the Remix series confronts how perceptions evolve and transform over time, especially within the context of Germany’s dark and troubled past which so persistently reveals itself in Baselitz’s work. Often enlarged and rapidly painted, the spontaneity with which the works in the series are executed gives rise to mnemonic flashes of things in the past, present, and future. Extreme transformations of the their muted, more ponderous forerunners, this particular work makes reference to Baselitz’s Ralf series painted in 1965. 'Ralf-kopf' pre-dates Baselitz’s inverted pictures by four years and sits within a seminal body of work that would form the basis of Baselitz’s artistic investigations that still continue today. The character Ralf is an imaginary depiction of fellow neo-expressionist painter A.R. Penck (real name Ralf Winkler) who is depicted once again in the present work, held in a moment of isolated introspection. Baselitz would paint three versions of Ralf in 1965, one of which now resides in the Centre Georges Pompidou, Paris.
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Galerie Max Hetzler
The Flaming Fields, 2020
Walton Ford
$850,000
Painting
watercolour, gouache and ink on paper
212.1 x 151.8 (cm)83.5 x 59.8 (inch)
VAT, where applicable, is not included in the asking price.
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Hauser and Wirth
$850,000: Lee Lozano, No Title (ca. 1964)
$730,000, $619,000: Günther Förg, Untitled (2007)
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David Zwirner
Im Turm, 2019
Neo Rauch
$500,000
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Levy Gorvy
Mother, 2020
Dan Colen
$500,000
Painting
Oil on canvas
149.9 x 383.5 (cm)59.0 x 151.0 (inch)
“I have a natural inclination towards using nostalgia as a creative prompt. I have always been interested in the power of cliché. But I still feel very connected to the idea that an artwork must be a reflection of my most individual self and an expression of my most intimate feelings. And so these Mother paintings allow me to explore that tension between the deeply personal and the universal.”
—Dan Colen
Dan Colen began his Mother series in 2013, using stills from animated Disney films as source imagery and translating their compositions into traditional oil-on-canvas paintings.
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Lisson Gallery
Listening to the Poets, 2020
Stanley Whitney
$450,000
Painting
Oil on linen
243.8 x 304.8 (cm)
96.0 x 120.0 (inch)
“I don’t worry about what the color does. If it feels right, if it sits right... To me, it’s all about how things feel. I never know what the colors are going to be... I’m trying to open up space, for people to wander.” — Stanley Whitney
Discussing color entails abstraction; any color represents much more than its literal color, and the discussion is abstract especially when the paintings aren’t representational.
The effects of color call up many responses: visceral, physical, neurological, instinctive, impulsive, adjectives that require others to satisfy or elucidate usage. I can say: the eye communicates with the brain, so that we see. The brain receives signals and creates, constructs, or pieces together an image. It’s involuntary activity, as are sensations, which have no organic basis.
“I don’t know what color does,” Whitney tells me, and says he doesn’t have a theory of color. His art engages with and is about that question, actively playing and working with perception, involuntary responses as well as voluntary ones. Knowing something about painting will usually charge a viewer’s relationship to a painting, and bring other meanings to it.
– Lynne Tillman, Afternoon Paintings, Lisson Gallery catalogue, 2020
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Stephen Friedman Gallery
Happiness Beyond Paradise, 2020
Luiz Zerbini
$400,000-450,000
Acrylic on canvas300 x 600cm
(118 1/8 x 236 1/4in)
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Hauser and Wirth
Still Life, 2020
Nicolas Party
$250,000
Source: Ocula, ArtnetNews
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Welcome, new followers!
I’m so glad you were intrigued enough to follow my astrology blog! My name is Mary, and I’ve fought with studied astrology since 1979. I’m not a professional, though that’s going to change soon.....
The work I do here is almost completely transit-based, and my main intent is to get this information “out there” so we all can progress from one day to the next with minimal difficulty and hassle.
I issue daily forecasts, usually at some point in the afternoon before that day. You don’t have to know any astrology at all, not even your Sun sign, to make use of them. The only thing they’re keyed to is the Mountain time zone in the US. I don’t have the time (or the inclination frankly) to issue separate forecasts for every sign. But, what I lack in “individualization” I make up for with “relevance.” Those newspaper and magazine daily horoscopes have to be submitted weeks and months in advance. (And then they never really pan out for individuals, do they?!?) Thanks to the magic of the internet, what I write up is more immediately applicable to what’s happening in real life, right now. (An example was the aftermath of the tragedy in Charlottesville, VA, last weekend - what was slated to be a complacent, almost girly weekend featuring a well-aspected Taurus Moon, turned into desperation for comfort and stability.)
On Sunday, I post about “The Week Ahead.” This is where knowledge of astrology will help. There are no interpretations offered, just lists of when are the void of course moons, lunar phases, planetary ingresses, planets stationing retrograde or direct, and all non-lunar aspects for the week. (For some reason I felt it was more “right” to use UT, Universal Time, aka Greenwich time, here.)
When a planet enters a new sign or makes a station, I write up a blog post about it. Although most astrologers go on and on about what a transiting planet in a house may do, they never seem to take the transiting planet’s sign into consideration. And yes, it’s important to keep that in mind.
I post about the eight pagan Sabbats, although astrologically speaking the cross-quarter days fall on different days than is traditional. For example, you’ll see the Samhain blog post around November 7 (the day the Sun is halfway between the autumnal equinox and the winter solstice), not October 31.
I’ve begun to write up separate posts about each of the eight lunar phases, too. It’s a good way to keep track of the wider “cosmic” picture, I’ve found, as well as a tremendous help with monthly plans and plots.
I answer almost every ask I get - just not the creepy stalker ones, e.g., “how do I get a person with (Placement) to like me?” I don’t do synastry, either, because (over Tumblr) it’s too difficult to feel assured that I have both parties’ permission to look at the chart. (It isn’t my strong suit, anyway.)
Finally, I adore elderly English guitarists in general, and Keith Richards in particular.
Right now, I have only this Tumblr blog on which to “do my thing.” My two adult kids harbor grander ambitions, though. I’m using the current Mercury Rx to ponder and get clearer in my head about where I am now, and where I ought to go, with this adventure....
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So I was looking at your ‘disappearing druid’ posts from Voltron, and pondering a possible answer to that, when I came up with this theory.
What if the reason the druid disappeared was because of the way he died? Like, say, the blade that sunk into him? Maybe I’m just reading too much into this, but here’s the headcanon.
I’ve been looking at the scene of Thace destroying the drones to let the paladins escape, where we see a Mamorite blade for the first time. There’s this electricity going up and down it, like the blade is absorbing energy from the drone. Some energy transfer is definitely going on, from what we know for certain about the 'Luxite’ blades, otherwise how would Keith get a nice purple sword from a tiny dagger? Maybe Luxite is an energy/quintessence absorbing material. When the druid and Thace talk about finding the traitor, the druid talks about how there’s an energy signature on the destroyed drones, linked with Luxite. Find the Luxite, find the traitor. But that implies there’s some kind of energy signature that someone sensitive to quintessence can track/sense. A void, maybe, where the energy’s been taken.
Later, with Thace being all chained up and tortured, the cuffs holding him up seem to be made from purple energy. Purple energy the druids and Haggar use, that the drones seem to run off of. He gets out by using the blade to cut himself free, perhaps by absorbing the energy the cuffs were made of/powered off of.
Finally, leading up to the disappearing druid, I was looking at how druids teleport. They 'blink’, becoming this black shadowy substance before reforming elsewhere. Transforming themselves into a different form of energy? So the druid, at the moment he is hit with the blade, is about to teleport. He reaches for his magic druid powers, turning into the black energy. But he has a Luxite blade in him, which takes in this new source of energy. Boom! Druid does not successfully teleport, instead being eaten up by the Mamorite sword.
In some ways, this could really set up the Blade of Mamora and the druids as direct opponents of each other. Both operate in the shadows, out of normally accepted channels. Both are maybe keepers of 'secret knowledge’. Don’t know how viable this theory is, but thought I’d put it out there.
Anon, you intrigue me. So if I’m reading you correctly, your proposition that it’s not the location as much as it is the weapon used to kill the druids- and the luxite blade is a kind of anti-druid weapon that works by siphoning energy- at such an aggressive rate that a killing blow struck on a druid can leave basically nothing left?
That’s a very interesting idea. I mean, they have to have some special property that makes it worth the effort taken to “awaken” them, and, as you point out- it would be incredibly versatile. Because with the empire, practically everything runs on quintessence- but it’s very likely stuff in the Blade doesn’t, since the empire’s system of procuring quintessence relies on their destructive imperialism, and also massive refinery stations like the ones that the team found.
This gives a whole other reason why the druids could feasibly search the ship for luxite and arrest anyone found with it as a traitor, and why they didn’t find any besides Thace- because with everything running on quintessence, a weapon that leeches that would be a massive liability to put in anyone’s hands- but it’s the perfect thing for subterfuge and sabotage as the Blade tends to operate.
(And would be devastatingly effective on just about anything.)
Now what’s super interesting about this is, as it says, it would put the druids- the main manipulators of quintessence- and the Marmorans, wielding quintessence-draining swords- as natural enemies. This is really intriguing to me, because Keith would seem to have a tie to both of them.
On the one, obvious side- Keith is the inheritor of, seemingly, his mother’s luxite blade.
On the other side? Keith has many ambiguous magical-seeming abilities, he’s the first person out of the team who was specifically matched in combat against a druid (at the refinery, which he took specific and marked interest in) and his hand reacted to the druid’s magic attack by breaking out in purple blotches.
What makes this theory more intriguing is... during the trial of marmora, Keith got specifically struck by a luxite blade- leaving a long cut in his shoulder that is visible on the suit he’s wearing and stays there that whole episode, only to be hidden when he changes back to his paladin armor and we haven’t seen it since.
It seems like an oddly specific wound to just show Keith is being tossed around in this situation. After all, every other strike we’ve seen landed on him is blunt- knees, elbows, kicks. Afterwards, we see Keith more cleaned up, with the implication his wounds were treated, but we don’t see that.
I doubt the luxite weapons are such a bane to the druids that a single scratch would kill Keith- but he may have had an odd reaction to it if this theory is true.
#voltron legendary defender#vld#Keith#druids#long post /#it's pretty weird but like#just weird enough to work#submission
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Okay, I’ve gone and done it now hahahahahaha
Title: Space Family
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Shklance
Tags: omegaverse, polyamory, tons of fluff and smut for your soul, Keith is an awkward turtle, just like me
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Lance sat in the little corridor he’d found in a far corner of the castle, watching as stars and galaxies passed by the large windows. It was almost a 360 degree view and if he blurred his vision a bit, he could pretend he was drifting in the void of space with nothing to support him.
They’d been fighting Zarkon for about two months now, if Pidge’s home-made computer kept correct calculations based on their Earth time. His mom’s birthday just passed recently, and he felt more melancholy than usual. He was full of some pretty crazy emotions at the moment, and that alone was worrisome. He held a small foil packet in his hand, dropped limp between his knees where he sat. Inside it sat two small, round, white pills. He couldn’t look at them.
He closed his eyes when he heard footsteps approaching, accompanied by Hunk’s labored breathing.
“How did you even find this place, man?” his friend asked as he collapsed on the floor beside him. “What’s the problem? Why did you give me directions to this strangely unoccupied and uncharted part of the castle? Are you sick?”
Lance shook his head, and merely handed over the foil packet for his friend to inspect. There was silence for a while as Hunk took it and pondered over its meaning.
“How often are you taking them?”
“Every couple weeks,” Lance answered. “Usually. I’ve needed two this week alone. It’s gonna be a bad one.” Hunk sighed.
“We have to tell Allura and Coran the details then,” he said and Lance bit his lip. He knew they would have to have a human biology lesson, but he didn’t know if he was ready to have it yet. It looked like he didn’t have much of a choice.
“What about after that?” Lance asked. “Are you… still up for maybe helping me out? I mean… You have Shay to worry about too. I don’t know if you ever talked to her about it.”
“I hadn’t really, no,” Hunk said and sighed heavily. “But, honestly… If you need me to, I’m always here for you. But I think you should explore other options. We’re not on Earth anymore. There may be other things available to you here.”
“Or more restrictions,” Lance said, letting his head fall back against the wall with a thump. “Really, the only ones who could physically help out are you, Coran, Shiro, and Keith. Needless to say, you’re my first option. If only for the familiarity.”
“Lance,” Hunk said cautiously, as if Lance might react badly. He might. “You know, you aren’t really alone here like you were at the Garrison. I mean, yeah, you’re the only one on board who has to worry about it this much, but you know everyone here would be more than willing to help if they can. I’ll bet Coran will cook up an entire banquet just for you to eat when it’s over.”
Lance chuckled. Coran most likely would make more food than he could physically consume.
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How to Get Into UFOs
While everyone is either officially quarantined or simply self-isolating, countless people are stuck at home with plenty of time on their hands. For a paranormal UFOnaut junky like myself, keeping my mind honed towards ‘high strangeness’ is tough. UFO and paranormal conferences are being shuttered and my travel plans have been derailed, I am unable to visit long abandoned bunkers searching for Mothman or chase a UFO in Utah. This lover of Forteana and the peculiar is left to sit on his couch and stare longingly into the black void of the TV screen or listen to my headphones. If you are like me, here some things to keep you tuned into the bizarre.
Best UFO Podcasts
Wading through the vast array of content can be tough, so here are a few places to get started. For an easy and leisurely dip into new and old UFO cases and events, rationally delivered in short 20-40 minute episodes, check out Unknown, a project put together by Jason McClellan and Mauren Elsberry. If you are looking for longer episodes that dive deep into various historical cases or guest interviews with Ufological royalty, Ryan Sprague’s Somewhere in the Skies podcast and Greg Bishop’s Radio Misterioso will help you cope with the new normal of social distancing. For those into an array of general weirdness, The Micah Hanks Program , The Last Podcast on the Left, Where Did the Road Go?, Hysteria 51, and Euphomet all have plenty of episodes to make your face melt, enjoy a belly laugh and help you ponder some of life’s greatest mysteries.
Best UFO Documentaries
“On the Trail Of…”
From filmmaker Seth Breedlove and his indie film company, Small Town Monsters, the “On the Trail Of…” series covers the infamous sea monster Champ, everyone’s favourite cryptid Bigfoot and, most recently, the UFO phenomenon. Each series is six episodes long and cut into 20 minute segments. While Champ and Bigfoot can be viewed for free on YouTube, Breedlove’s newest series, On the Trail of UFOs is on Amazon Prime. Check out Breedlove’s other documentary films, most of which exist on Amazon Prime Video, where he explores various interesting paranormal topics such as the infamous Mothman case, stories of werewolves, alien visitation and other incidents of high strangeness.
Hellier
Now into its second season, Dana and Greg Newkirk’s strange descent into Fortean madness has immediately become a hit in the paranormal subculture. Completely independent and fiercely and unapologetically bizarre, it recounts the tale of an unknown doctor in Hellier Kentucky who’s home was being plagued by strange diminutive creatures. The case takes the Newkirks and their associates into a mind bending journey involving mysterious cults, ancient witchcraft, interdimensional beings and, of course, goblins. It is maddening and will leave you asking, “WTF just happened?” Both seasons are on their website.
Witness of Another World (2018)
One of the best documentaries I’ve seen about an alleged UFO encounter, Witness of Another World, takes the viewer on a journey into the mind of a man who experienced something incredibly bizarre. With an overabundance of terrible UFO documentaries out there, all inevitably fall victim to the same issue. They don’t deal with the complex mythologies that surround the UFO historical narrative and discourse. While we can question the objective reality of the UFO encounter the subject in the documentary experiences, the film isn’t really about UFOs and extraterrestrials. It is about people and the legends and lore we build around ourselves. Psychologically compelling and beautifully shot, the documentary dredges up the very human experience of loneliness, mental health and how we cope with trauma. It is available on various streaming platforms, and a must watch for any fan of the UFO and paranormal genres.
Also check out Dave Beaty’s short documentary, The Nimitz Encounters, and subsequent research and interviews into one of the most interesting UFO cases of the 21st century.
Best UFO websites to read
While podcasts and movies are great, venturing deep into the bowels of the world wide web to explore UFO lore is probably my favorite thing to do. Here are a few websites that are essential reading and you can easily fall into for hours. First, make sure you get lost in John Greenewald’s massive stash of declassified government documents that range from UFOs to CIA mind control projects. His site, The Black Vault, is an essential source of legitimate government paperwork that makes you truly question everything.
For meticulously researched UFO themed information, timelines, and sourced data with citations, Australian researchers Paul Dean and Keith Basterfield run UFOs – Documenting the Evidence and Unidentified Aerial Phenomena respectively. For those who dig a really weird experience, check out the interactive map Liminal.Earth, and read through some of the most peculiar and often hilarious encounters with the supernatural. John Tenney’s Weird Lectures provides a good philosophical and often intellectual foray into various oddities.
And you should definitely check out Motherboard's UFWhoa archives, which has scoops and recommendations from me and other reporters.
These are, of course, just a starter’s guide, but most of these sites and podcasts are well-sourced and skeptical.
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1) angelite - begala e vena
2) antichristus - the nine gates of hell
3) 2ul - no limit
4) biohazard - tears of blood
5) weezer - buddy holly
6) strez vs pathologik - misteryz
7) krinjah - angel
8) ray keith - now is the time
9) dom and roland - outta endz
10) khia - my neck, my back
11) prong - snap your fingers, snap your neck
12) lawrence power - battle
13) stranjah - void
14) fff - shockwaves
15) antichristus - damn regrets
16) kingsize - panic (dok & ponder rmx)
17) billy idol - white wedding
18) headcrash - scapegoat
19) eiton - ecstasy
20) dillinja - twist em out
21) downset - anger
22) dj hype - peace, love & unity
23) acen - trip to the moon
24) dj hidden - past the flesh
25) no doubt - don’t speak
26) airj - kill my techno
27) doc scott - shadow boxing rmx
28) tech itch - bring the ruckus (nsf rmx)
29) mbeat - incredible
30) q project - champion sound(total science rmx)
31) current value - running
32) alien ant farm - smooth criminal
33) amex + pylon + walder - carnivore
34) rammstein - du hast
35) liftin spirits - deeper levels(rmx)
36) christina aguilera - genie in a bottle
37) megadeth - tornado of souls
38) the infernal brothers - love the god remix
39) katharsys - fracture
40) jimmy j & cru-l-t - six days (original mix)
41) kr4y - gritual
42) tiga - sunglasses at night
43) kurrupt - poor souls
44) puplic enemy - bring the noise
45) suicide silence - slaves to substance (mantis deathstep remix)
46) baby d - let me be your fantasy
47) chemical brothers - dig your own hole
48) freestylers - ruffneck
49) metallica - enter sandman
50) ministry - scare crow
51) the prodigy - charly
52) billy joel - we didnt start the fire
53) daft punk - technologic
54) meat katie - insurgence
55) caliban - together alone
56) claw - ruckus
57) edgey - bag o nickels
58) seid - dread
59) pendulum another planet
60) ladyscraper - melting nails (rotator remix)
61) xanopticon - ortext
62) oblin - krutka
63) tomcraft - loneliness
64) oblin - gas man
65) the offspring - pretty fly
66) doc x c3b - kura noch
67) tekamine - someone gonna get hurt (d-jahsta's vip)
68) c3b x doc x e-coli - glocks bitches and kvass
69) the police - so lonely
70) c3b x general waste - lek it kho
71) mampi swift - hi tek
72) katie perry - i kissed a girl
73) indian junglist - limba tigănească
74) nine inch nails - the perfect drug
75) tarolin - eastern step
76) ice mc - music is the vibe
77) ecoli - mondo kane
78) spice girls - spice up your life
79) orca - 4am
80) dylan - warpath(rmxxx)
81) matt-scratch - pass the dutchie
82) sum - omar luna
83) shy fx - original nuttah
84) fexomat and sumone - golden days remix
85) beyonce - crazy in love
86) boikot - bubamara [nsf rmx]
87) fexomat - vashe piano
88) house of pain - jump around
89) fexomat - vashe blagorodie remix
90) gizmode - snaregasm
91) noizy az fuck - happy accident
92) e-coli - munster jig (kenkotaiji remix)
93) fex and sum - o manusha khelevan tut!!!
94) dj ham - higher
95) sum - mar del leche
96) fugees - fu-gee-la
97) annoying ringtone - hardtek for dummies (annoying ringtone remix)
98) fexomat & dub rogers - bella ciao rmx
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