an infinite void

The Words of H.P. Lovecraft

Aries:
“To be bitter is to attribute intent and personality to the formless, infinite, unchanging and unchangeable void. We drift on a chartless, resistless sea. Let us sing when we can, and forget the rest.”
(Selected Letters)

Taurus:
“Through the ghoul-guarded gateways of slumber, Past the wan-mooned abysses of night, I have lived o'er my lives without number, I have sounded all things with my sight.”

Gemini:
“…there is no difference betwixt those born of real things and those born of inward dreamings, and no cause to value the one above the other.” (The Silver Key)

Cancer:
“I never ask a man what his business is, for it never interests me. What I ask him about are his thoughts and dreams.”

Leo:
“Creative minds are uneven, and the best of fabrics have their dull spots.” (Supernatural Horror in Literature)

Virgo:
“The Old Ones were, the Old Ones are, and the Old Ones shall be. Not in the spaces we know, but between them.” (The Dunwich Horror)

Libra:
“For I have always been a seeker, a dreamer, and a ponderer on seeking and dreaming…” (The Night Ocean)

Scorpio:
“Blue, green, grey, white, or black; smooth, ruffled, or mountainous; that ocean is not silent.” (The White Ship)

Sagittarius:
“No new horror can be more terrible than the daily torture of the commonplace.” (Ex Oblivione)

Capricorn:
“I have seen beyond the bounds of infinity and drawn down daemons from the stars… . I have harnessed the shadows that stride from world to world to sow death and madness… .” (From Beyond)

Aquarius:
“Nothing really known can continue to be acutely fascinating.” (letter to Clark Ashton Smith, November 7, 1930)

Pisces:
“In my dreams I found a little of the beauty I had vainly sought in life, and wandered through old gardens and enchanted woods.” (Ex Oblivione)

Voltron Meta: Lion Switching as a Plot Device

Since it seems increasingly likely that we will get Lion Switching in season 3 (i.e. Keith piloting Black, Lance piloting Red, and Allura piloting Blue, as they did in Old Voltron) I thought I’d take a moment to address how this might work.

I’ve previously stated that I’m against any permanent Lion Switching, and I stand by that. I don’t think it would work narratively, for a number of reasons - not least of which is the fact that it would require Shiro to be permanently removed from the role of Black Paladin and either written into a diminished role or written out of the show entirely. I don’t think either of these choices fit with what the show has done with his character, and they would be disappointing steps to take in light of how important Shiro is as good representation of a traumatised, mentally ill character. @radioactivesupersonic has a great meta {here} about why it doesn’t make sense to kill off Shiro, and many of the same points apply to the question of removing Shiro as Black Paladin and replacing him with someone else (even if he doesn’t actually die, and instead takes on a lesser role).

To my mind it doesn’t make sense to spend two seasons building up Shiro’s bond with the Black Lion, even going so far as to have Shiro battle Zarkon in Voltron’s infinite void for control of the Lion… and then just get rid of Shiro and put another Paladin in his place. It negates much of the bonding he has done with Black, and renders his storyline a dead end. It’s narratively more satisfying to see Shiro’s connection with the Black Lion play out across the course of the show than it is to see another Paladin in the Black Lion on a permanent basis.

[this seems like a lot of trouble to go to just to get replaced is all i’m saying]

That said, I’m not averse to the idea of a temporary Lion Switch because I think it opens up some opportunities for interesting storytelling, and that’s what I want to get into below.

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Date a girl who would technically be considered a mermaid by common definition, with humanoid features on top and fish features on the bottom, but who you also wouldn’t aesthetically compare to a mermaid, given her scales are considerably more reptile than fish, and her eyes would better be described as “the infinite void of space” rather than like human eyes. Date a girl who scientists are calling “the missing link between human and alien physiology” but really just wants to be called “your girlfriend”

Godtier aesthetic improvements

Upon becoming godtier there are 2-3 bonus levels. If you climb up higher you should get aesthetic improvements to actually look godly. The outfits should get increasingly intricate and other bonuses are rewarded

Basically you can go from Caliborn’s outfit to Lord English’s

Here are some things me, sone followers , and some friends made up

Lords
Get a summonable cloak connected to their aspect
Space- can summon anything in space
Time- rainbow colored, tears in accordance to tears in time
Void- infinitely deep, can store whatever the Lord wishes
Rage- ominous and foreboding, changes to look more aggressive and intimidating to match the Lord’s temperament Breath- it is the sky with varying shades and clouds. It can turn into a mighty thunderstorm that propels the Lord forward while turning the actual sky into that very storm
Blood- the thick fibers of the robe correspond to the chain of relationships the Lord has amassed. The patterns become more intricate with their complexity of their chain of command

Witches
Aspect materializations form around them. If they max out they will gain the traits of their mentor (Jade’s dog ears, Handmaid’s clockwork majyyk eyes)
Space- miniature planets or meteors
Hope- St. Elmo’s fire burns around them
Heart- wisps float around them
Life- butterflies, birds, and flower petals float around them

Princes
They gain a jeweled crown. They also gain cracks, fissures, and scars in their aspect’s colors when they rend/rend with their aspect.
If they max out their presence cancels their aspect.
Space- made from black goldstone, has a miniature green sun as an inlayed jewel.
Time- made from iron with ticking gears integrated into it.
Void- their crown is dark black with navy blue pearls embedded into it. It is naturally brighter around them
Heart- A crown that has many changing forms. Your soul is laid bare. No tricks, no games, no lies, no facades.
Mind- electricity dances from it. They are like a speech jammer, people find it hard to think in their presence
Hope-
Rage- made from jagged purple crystals. Everything calms down around them or sparks up violently.
Life- gain a flower crown with harmless thorns. Animals fear them and plants turn from their touch
Doom- an eastern crown with 12 black spikes.
Blood- gain an iron crown tinged with blood. Their veins become deep and dark

Thieves
Gain more pockets with each additional tier. They glow brighter the more aspect related items and trinkets they are wearing or are in their pockets. If they max out they have special summoning gloves that can summon aspect items.
Light- glow golden the more gold they have on them and any Light related objects
Void- glow dark blue the more silver they have on them and any Void related objects

Knights
Gain armor pieces related to their aspect. If they max out they get a full set.
Space-
Time- changes age and shine depending on their mood. Instantly repairs itself
Light- shiny armor with golden edges. When cracked, the cracks glow a blinding light.
Void-
Heart- armor changes colors and styles depending on mood.
Mind-
Rage- sleek and very dark purple. Creates spikes when the Knight is angry or afraid
Hope-
Life-
Doom- cracked, has green glowing fissures. It gives poison effects when struck.
Breath-
Blood- made stronger by each ally the Knight has. Drips if trying to look intimidating

Maids
Their aspect crops up around them
Light- leaves embers and fireflies as they walk
Void- their shadow is larger and darker than it should be. At night it becomes infinitely black and appears to be a swirling abyss
Life- small plants spring up at their feet Doom- items and the ground slightly crack and repair them self after the Maid touches them
Blood- blood drips from their fingertips

Mages
Get summonable spell tomes and scrolls with aspect knowledge in them. They radiate aspect energy.
Space-
Time- an old work book that contains the history of everything, from start to end.
Light- the pages dimly glow. Contains the information of 12,000 grand libraries
Void- the books leak infinitely black liquid. Contains thousands of secrets.
Heart- summons wisps when read. Contains the names, nicknames, true names, and character bios of all things with a soul.
Mind- people are shocked by electricity if they disturb the Mage’s reading. The book is a personal journal of inner thoughts for every sentient creature.
Hope- shimmers a faint gold that draws the eyes
Rage- creates gentle haunting music
Life-
Doom-
Breath-
Blood-

Seers
Their eyes change to match their aspect. If they max our they are given a special eye ability. Space- you can see a galaxy in their eyes. They can show a projection of any area, as if they are projecting a video camera
Time-
Light- their pupils turn yellow and their sclera are pure white.
Void- eyes turn completely black. They appear to be swirling pools of infinity. You can learn many secrets by gazing into them
Heart- iris and pupil turn pale pink, almost like a ghost’s. People can view ghosts if the Seer is close.
Hope- their eyes appear to burn and radiate holy light. To see them is to stand before the all seeing eyes of a god
Rage- their eyes are a fierce, striking purple. To stare into their eyes is to gaze into the eyes of madness
Breath-
Blood- veins in eyes become more pronounced and a red ring appears around their pupil. When they cry, they cry blood that makes anyone empathetic to them

Sylphs
Gain bengals and arm bands that reflect their aspect. If they max out they gain a special ability. Space- small gems orbit them
Time-
Light- glistening bands. Their radiance brings even the most hidden things to light.
Void-
Heart- the bracelets have a pink-ish tint. When maxed out they can make any ghosts nearby material.
Mind-
Hope-
Rage-
Life- armbands and bengals made of wrapping vines. They grow flowers. If maxed out, the flowers can drop pollen and seeds that make plants spring up everywhere.
Doom- jet black crystal bands crystal. They
Breath- light blue bands with swirling patterns on them. Air swirls around them. If maxed out thick bands of wind cover them. The winds purify anything they touch.
Blood- dark ruby bands. They can duplicate the bands up to 12 times, creating rings, armbands, and other things. When worn they create an empathic connection and will never, ever feel alone.

Pages
They have an aspect colored aura making anything around it shift aesthetics slightly.
If they max out, they will gain a special armor piece related to their aspect.
Space-
Time-
Light- a visor that blocks all dust, dirt, and debris. It also prevents the Page from ever being stunned or anything impeding their vision
Void- a shoulder cape that absorbs any blow
Heart
Mind
Hope
Rage- spiked gauntlets
Life
Doom
Breath- winged roman sandals, like Hermes. Clouds form at their feet when they run in the air
Blood- crimson chainmail armor.

Rogues
Their hands glow their aspect, leaving glowing handprints of their aspect.
If they max out they get a magic satchel that summons and de-summons aspect related items. The satchel can be anything from a book bag to purse.
Space- holds a miniature universe. Can pull out mini versions of stars, planets, etc.
Time-
Light-
Void-
Heart- holds the keys to any heart, each key has a different pattern
Mind- holds glowing teal vials with names on them. Opening them voices the thoughts of that person
Hope-
Rage-
Breath- a bag of winds, just like in Greek myth
Blood- blessed friendship bracelets that create unbreakable bonds

Bards
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Heirs
Gain aspect related tattoos. If they max out they will have a special effect
Space-
Time- gears and cogs ticking like clockwork. There are also clocks and watches that tell the time, the relative time for the Heir, and the time for any time duplicates
Light-
Void- moving horrerterror tentacles. Secrets can be read, but they are in a language only the Heir can understand
Heart- reflects their splinters, spirit animals, and emotions
Mind- electrical circuits.
Hope- religious iconography and angel wings on their back
Rage- jagged lightning patterns and war paint. They crackle with energy when feeling strong emotions
Life- tattoos of plants and animals grow and change
Doom- complicated seals and sigils that glow a dim green
Breath- wind/water tattoos that move and breath
Blood- murals of the people and things they hold closest. They can shift to show stories of those people.

Muses
Their aspect warps into their outfit, shrouding them from all sides
Space- made from a pocket dimension that absorbs all that would harm them
Time-
Light-
Void- a jet black cloak that appears to swirl and churn and rips black liquids. It can unfold into horrerterror tentacles
Hope- 6 seraphim wings that drape over the Muse
Rage-
Life-
Doom-
Breath- floats freely, gently pushes a breeze around them. When defensive, they become the eye of a hurricane
Blood- veins appear more clearly through skin and has a blood red cloak. Anyone who touches the cloak can not harm the Muse

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I probably won’t finish this post. If you want to add anything, tell me!

Thanks to all of my followers for their help!!!

Certain as the Sun: VII

Here is the next part to Certain as the Sun. ***WARNING: EXTREME EXPLICIT CONTENT***  I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as it killed my heart to write it. (That’s all the spoilers I’ll give. Please prepare yourselves). Sorry it’s also super long.

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I could think up about a million different possibilities as for why the hell Tamlin had sent for me to be brought to the Spring Court and none of them involved him letting Feyre go so that she could return home with me.

When I had first received the note from none other than the High Lord of the Spring Court himself, Amren had advised me to ignore it.

“It’s a trap,” she’d said, eyes blaring. “What good reason would he have to send for you?” When I’d addressed the rest of the Inner Circle as well, they’d had similar thoughts. There was one thing we all agreed upon, and that was that Tamlin had not invited me to his home for a nice brunch and some polite conversation.

When I’d tried to reach out to Feyre again I had been met with that dark, infinite void. She had not contacted him at all since she’d returned once again to the Spring Court. And although I was certain she must possess some perfectly good explanation unbeknownst to myself, it still struck some sort of chord that she had severed herself from me so thoroughly.

Nevertheless, I had agreed to meet with Tamlin. Morrigan and Amren were both waiting just on the outskirts of the Spring Court should I need their assistance. I’d ordered Azriel to take to the skies and keep watch from there, Cassian flanking my side. Normally, their roles were reversed, but in great thanks to that bastard King of Hybern, we still had not found any cure for Cassian’s ruined wings.

He had not yet come to terms with it, and over these past months, I could tell that there was something that was a bit off about my fellow Illyrian warrior. I could not begin to imagine the pain that came with being without your wings—for Illyrians we’d sooner lose our lives than the one thing that kept us from being fully tethered to the ground. Every day that Cassian chose to continue was another that my respect for him grew.

Even if that did mean getting rip-roaring drunk with him more than usual.

“Well, Tamlin’s certainly got a flair for the extravagant,” Cassian mused upon coming face to face with a ridiculously gaudy table sat decoratively in a corner. It seemed to have no use whatsoever besides showcasing Tamlin’s less than desirable personality traits.

No sooner did the words come from Cassian’s lips did a servant come to take us to wherever Tamlin was hiding out. He was a small, young Fae. Exceedingly pointed ears were a light shade of green at the tips, his eyes wide at the sight of the two warriors before him.

The boy swallowed before speaking. “Master Tamlin has ordered me to fetch you,” he said, fighting to stop his voice from quivering so much. “Please follow me.”

He promptly spun on his heels and walked out of the room, not bothering to ensure we were following him.

As we were led through the utter maze that was the Spring Court dwelling, I was shocked at how many memories were associated with this place that had once been like a home but was now nothing more than a living hell.

Finally, the boy led us to a set of dusty rose-colored double doors. His timid fingers lightly rapped on the door, followed by a, “Come in.”

As one we all filed inside. The room was big and spacious, a single table set with four chairs instead of just three did not escape my notice. This particular room had been peculiarly made with mirrors on three of the four walls, as well as the ceiling, giving it the illusion that you were standing in a pool of Starlight due to the sun that refracted off of them.

And standing at the lone window in the room was none other than the High Bastard himself.

Tamlin turned upon hearing our arrival, a welcoming smile adorning his lips. “Rhysand. Cassian,” he greeted. As he made his way over to us, I noted that his choice in clothing was just as flamboyant as his furniture. He wore a finely tailored red tunic with bright silver trimmings, grey pants, and black boots. His hair graced past his shoulders, and sitting atop his head was the infamous Spring Court crown. It looked decidedly uncomfortable.

“I trust you made it here without any trouble,” he continued.

“Your trust is accurately placed,” Cassian said with more than a hint of malice.

Tamlin just nodded, keeping that pleasant smile on his face. “Well, please sit. We’ve much to discuss.”

Neither Cassian nor I moved.

“I don’t have time for whatever mind tricks you’re trying to pull, Tamlin. Perhaps you’ve forgotten that that is one area—of many— that my performance supersedes yours,” I replied coolly.

That smile drooped ever slightly.

“I don’t see your Lady floating about,” I remarked. “Keeping her locked away for fear I may meddle with her mind again, are we?”

“Funny you should mention her, actually,” Tamlin’s eyes glittered with something that had my senses on high alert. “Feyre,” he called, “would you please join us?”

A moment later I heard the doors that we’d entered just a few moments ago open and then shut once more. I forced myself to breathe, not to react, to calm myself as Feyre came into view.

She was wearing a dress similar in fashion to what Tamlin was wearing, a pretty diadem sat upon her head. Feyre did not glance our way as she rushed to Tamlin, her lips meeting his as soon as he was within arm’s length.

Tamlin scooped her into his arms, Feyre leaning into his touch as his hand moved further south than should be permitted in front of an audience.

Cassian was taut as a bow, his hands clenching and unclenching were they were hidden behind his back. It took all my strength not to turn Tamlin’s mind to putty then and there, and I could tell similar thoughts were indeed running through Cassian’s mind as well as we were forced to watch helplessly as our High Lady shoved her tongue down another man’s throat.

“How are you today, my love?” He asked. She smiled broadly, one she had only ever graced me with when she was incandescently happy.

“I’m well, thank you,” she replied, beaming at him. “I got some more paintings done today.”

“Did you?”

She nodded, biting down on her lower lip, eyes sparkling. “I was feeling oddly inspired this morning…perhaps due to—”

“Either we get on with whatever business, or the two of you get a room and we leave,” Cassian interrupted. As much as I wished I could say that I would have been able to stand there for a few moments more and let them go about their business, it was killing me to see her this way.

When Feyre had visited, she’d told me she had to do things to keep up appearances. Things that she was not proud of. She hadn’t specified at the time, but there was no need. I knew exactly the kind of things she probably had to do to keep up the facade that she was hopelessly in love with Tamlin.

And yet, the wrath deafening my ears came as a surprise.

Indeed, it was one thing to be told, and another entirely to experience.

“Feyre, you remember Rhysand, I’m sure. And the other is Cassian. His…advisor.”

I couldn’t help the low chuckle that came as a result of his words. “You think you will anger me by disrespecting not only my title but a member of my court as well. It will take much more than a few insults, princeling, for me to reveal my true self.” His brows rose. “And I assure you, your claws would not like to become acquainted with my talons.”

He was quiet for a moment, eyes calculating.

Finally, he spoke. “You know what? You’re right. So very right, Rhysand. How foolish of me to think I could rile you with belittling you insignificant and, frankly, foolish court of savages anyway?” My teeth set. “It would take something much more…personal, I think.”

It took less than a heartbeat for Cassian to have his swords drawn, me reaching out to strangle Tamlin’s mind as the room was flooded with ten guards. They all immediately came at us, and I was more than prepared to fight our way out of this cursed kingdom with Tamlin tisked.

“Spill a drop of their blood, and your beloved mate loses her head.” It took me a moment to realize what he was saying, an infinitely longer moment for it to process. For when I looked at where Feyre had once been standing like another pretty piece of Tamlin’s furniture, she was now being held by three guards.

I forced my face into a mask of calm. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, you crazy bastard.”

His brows rose in mock surprise. “Oh really? You’ve no clue that Feyre is, indeed, your mate? That she’s been pretending this entire time to love me when really, she had staged everything just to infiltrate the Spring Court. A spy within my own walls, hiding in plain sight.” He paused, as if waiting for me to answer some unspoken question.

“Well then, if you have no feelings whatsoever for our lovely Feyre, here. I suppose you’ll have no problem watching this.” I watched as he snapped his fingers and a table decorated with over a dozen lethal weapons, a whip, and strangely, a bed appeared.

“As you know, the punishment for such treason is death.” He stalked towards Feyre, whose eyes had gone devoid of all emotion. As if she’d shut herself out of her own body. With one finger, he lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. “I’m sorry for this, Feyre. I really am.” A regretful shake of the head and then, “Get on with it, boys.”

Immediately, Tamlin’s guards began to strip Feyre, yanking at her dress, tearing at the pins and beads in her hair until she was entirely naked before us. Once finished, Tamlin handed a long, black whip to the nearest guard. Something winked at the end of the whip—glass, I realized with unabashed horror.

“You’re going to whip her to death?” I asked, somehow still managing to keep my voice utterly bored.

Tamlin shrugged. “We’ll see how well she holds out.” He nodded at the guard, and I was sure my heart cleaved itself in two as Feyre took in a deep, shuddering breath, preparing herself for the pain that was sure to come.

The guard’s arm reared back, time seeming to slow as his arm came down.

The resounding crack of leather on skin was one that would haunt me for many centuries to come.

Feyre only released a strangled cry, biting the inside of her cheek to keep from calling out. And that was how it went as the guard whipped her again, and again, and again. I lost count sometime after fifty.

I knew that Feyre’s back had stopped healing itself when she finally released a cry so full of agony, it was all I could do to stop from ripping that whip from the guard’s hands and using it myself.

Tamlin allowed the guard to bring down that leather ten more times before he finally said, “Enough. Get her up.”

They heaved her up, Tamlin slowly circling around her like a lion before its prey. When he was once again facing her he murmured, “Get on the bed.”

Feyre looked at him, her eyes burning like liquid amber. But she did not respond, and she did not move. Only stared at him with a look that promised death in the future.

“Get on the bed, Feyre, or I will instruct my guards to seize your mate’s cousin and bring her back here.”

“I don’t know who you’re talking about.”

“Pretty little thing isn’t she? Bright red lips, beautiful honeyed hair. The only family Rhysand has left if I recall correctly. It’d be a shame for dear Rhys to be the only left of his name, wouldn’t it?”

And then Feyre looked beyond Tamlin, her eyes locking with mine. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” they seemed to say.

“I’m going to kill you.” My voice was quiet, but it was filled with a vow I had every intention to keep.

Tamlin didn’t turn to me as he said. “I don’t believe you’ll have the chance.” He inclined his head toward the waiting bed. “Off you go, Feyre.”

She hesitated for a moment, gaze still locked with mine before she obeyed.

“Now, Rhys, since she is your mate I figured I’d offer. Would you like to have a go? Feyre has…well, not really two choices but two possibilities,” he finally turned to meet my gaze. “Either you join her in that bed and fuck her…or I will, gladly, as you watch. You’ve thirty seconds to decide.”

“Rhys.” I looked over at Feyre to see her shaking her head, her eyes swimming not with tears, but with a sort of determination that only came with acceptance. “Don’t do it. Do not agree to this.”

“Feyre—”

“I’ll be fine,” she promised.

“Feyre—” Cassian tried.

“I will. Be. Fine,” she said, sternly this time.

And I wanted to believe her, I really did.

I wanted to believe that this wouldn’t be the thing that broke her, being raped by the man who had once claimed to love her. I knew he wouldn’t be gentle with her, even after being whipped. The man who had once been thought to be her savior, lover, friend.

But Tamlin was none of those things.

And I couldn’t, not for the life of me, believe that she would still be Feyre after this.

“Alright,” Tamlin sighed, “I guess I’m—”

“I’ll do it.”

“Rhys—”

“Now, now, Feyre. Let him finish.”

Cassian turned to me, anguish in his eyes. “Rhysand, you don’t—”

“I’ll do it,” I repeated, ignoring him. “I’ll sleep with her.”

“Well then,” Tamlin grinned, “I don’t believe you need me to instruct you on how to go about your business.” He gestured towards Feyre, towards the bed, my damnation.

I watched in horror as Feyre fought back tears at my approach, and all I could pray for was that she’d one day forgive me for this, for this sin I was about to commit.

She slid to the side as I rid myself of my clothing, by back to Tamlin’s gathered audience. Her eyes never left mine as I finally joined her on that bed.

“It’s alright,” I whispered my lips at her ear. “It’s just me. It’s just me.”

She couldn’t respond, she was shaking so hard. I’d never seen her shaking so violently. Feyre lifted my chin with her finger, her head shaking.

“Don’t stop looking at me,” she begged. “Don’t leave me. Please.”

“I won’t,” I promised. “I won’t.”

Slowly, Tamlin be damned, I made sure to honor her body, despite all of the new scars, worshipping all of her newly inflicted wounds. I wanted Feyre to know it was me, that despite this terrible act we were being forced into, it did not mean that I loved her any less.

When I finally connected our bodies, she let out a slight gasp, her eyes, now swimming with tears, still never leaving mine as I moved, my body cocooning hers, careful of her wounds.

“I’m here,” I whispered down the bond, “I’m here. I won’t leave you. I love you.”

But all I was met with was an infinite void.

long distance, a roxy/calliope mix

i nothing, the blow ii half light i, arcade fire iii bound, ari lennox iv touched briefly by two hands in an empty room, ricky eat acid v invisible scream, pyyramids vi ultima esperanza, the dresden dolls vii headlights look like diamonds, arcade fire viii how do you tell a girl you really like her eyes, cyberbully mom club ix learned your name, frightened rabbit x talking in code, margot and the nuclear so and so’s xi quickfire, i tried, moonface (bonus track) intil, menomena

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fanvergentphangirl  asked:

Just told some of my friends about your blog! Can you do one where Shiro rejects the reader but only because he's try to "protect" her from himself, but he does return their feelings.

~Heyo! This one was in my inbox for a while, sorry it took some time to post this because there was just a lot of other requests in my inbox! And I’m so happy you told your friends I aaaaaa XD! So I don’t know if this is a head canon or a scenario but I’m going for a mix! ~


   -“A lot of people mistake black as a color. It’s not,” ⚫️

Shiro gazed at the stars that littered the dark void. Little dots of white twinkling across the castle’s screen. The screen served as a gateway to the endless, infinite void. Shiro used to be fond of exploring the universe, he remembered how he dreamt to travel the stars and galaxies. He remembered how he used to be so intrigued and interested in the world outside of the home, which he calls Earth. And how he dreamt to journey across the universe and discovering new things. Things that has never been seen before…

But now it was nothing but a distant memory.

His dreams were crushed and thrown away the moment he found himself captured by the Galra. An alien race he had grown to fear, and hate. 

He’s seen what they’ve done, how they damaged him, and how they’ve changed him. 

But most of all, he knows what he had done… 

The black paladin sighed as he tried to shake off the thought from his head, but the thought lingered in the back of his head, always reminding him, taunting him. But he wouldn’t let these thoughts consume him, since there were people who depended on him, and people who he cares for. People he wants to protect, to make up for the times he couldn’t protect Matt or his father.

He has to be strong, keep his head held high, for the team. 

And for you.

The room was deadly silent, eerily silent. The rest of the paladins were either in their rooms, or in some other parts of the castle.

Lance and Allura had opted to rest in their rooms, Coran went to check and clean the hangar, Keith was in the training room, Pidge was in her room and Hunk was in the kitchen trying out new recipes.

Though he never got track of a certain (h/c).

He never knew what that girl would do next, it was always unpredictable. He could never predict where she was, what she’s doing, or why she’s doing it. 

She was an odd one really, but in an intriguing way.

He never thought he’d find himself so attached, so interested in someone before. A strange feeling would bubble up from his stomach whenever he sees her, as if his insides were flipped inside out. His heart skipped a beat whenever she sends him this smile. His mind went crazy whenever she talks to him in such a sweet manner.

He knew his feelings all too well, and he feared for the worst…

.

“Shiro?” 

He finally snapped out of his reverie when he heard that all too familiar voice.

“(Y/N)? What are you doing here?”

“I…Came to tell you something,”

“What is it?” He replied hesitantly

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Shiro ✨

• Completely stunned at his s/o’s confession, he feared the worst and it came true. He never thought that they had returned the same feelings towards him.

• He doesn’t know how to process this new revelation at first, but he quickly regains his composure.

• He shares the same feeling, yes, but he doesn’t want them to get hurt because of him.

    • “I’m sorry (y/n)… I don’t… See you that way,”

• Flat out lies about his feelings.

• His heart wrenched agonizingly the moment he saw their pained expression. 

• Not even the word ‘pain’ was enough to describe how he felt in that moment.

• Felt completely guilty and regret everything he said once his s/o ran out of the room.

• He’s never felt so alone in his entire life.

• But he knows its for their own good, he would never forgive himself if something bad happened to them.

• Eventually collapses on himself once he reaches the confines of his room.

• He never thought that he would get so emotional over this.

• He just wanted to keep them safe.

• Begins to have this internal conflict in his head.

• He keeps muttering apologies under his breath, even though there was no one there to hear them.

• He wants to be with them, but he keeps refusing to do so.

• He cried in complete silence that night. No one was there to hear his silent sobs and tears, just as he intended.

• But he forces himself to stand up the next day. He’s still a paladin of Voltron, and he still has a job to do.

• He still doesn’t want to see his s/o hurt after the event, so he opts to step aside and let them heal in their own pace.

• If he sees his s/o avoid him as much as possible, he just couldn’t help but feel heart broken. But despite that, he gives them as much space as they want, and even distance himself from them. 

• He will be in utter shock if his s/o is still the same as before, all the more reason why he admires them, and all the more his heart breaks.

• He just watches his s/o from the sidelines when they are in missions, and continues to make sure to keep them, and the rest of the paladins safe.

• If his s/o lets him talk to them, then he’ll apologize to them once more about him rejecting them.

• But he lets them know that he still cares deeply for them, even though he says he doesn’t see them the same way they do for him, he tells them that he would do anything to keep them safe.

• Will, again, lie about his feelings for them, saying that he still sees them as a close friend. 

• But he doesn’t lie when he tells them he won’t let anything happen to them.

• He still feels guilty that he rejected them, and the guilt would still linger within him for as long as he lives.

• But if it meant that in return, his s/o would live a happy and peaceful life…

• Then he would be more than glad to sacrifice his life for them… 🔆


~Yo this one hc was so angstyyyy AAAAAAAAA

Hope you like it!~

PAYA MEMES

Paya: *wants to show Link her birthmark someday*
Also Paya: *blushes profusely the second a guy takes his shirt off*

** ** **

*Link arrives in his Zora armour*
Paya (blushing, probably): “Link! That armour looks incredible on you!”
Grandma Impa: “Yes, wearing that armour is a sacred tradition in the Zora society. A betrothed warrior is given that armour as a sign of their union to their partner. It is incredibly strong and despite its looks will actually help its wearer to swim and battle in the water.”
Paya: “…”
Paya: “…b-betrothed?”

** ** **

Paya: “Careful, Link! That orb is a priceless Sheikah artifact! I have been entrusted with its care and I will ensure that no harm will ever come to such a rare and irreplaceable item.”
Link (at the Myahm Agana Shrine as he drops ball #649 into the infinite void): “FUCK WHOEVER PUT TILT MECHANICS IN THIS BLOODY THING!”

** ** **

Paya, as seen from the surface: Shy, hardworking and a potential love interest for the Hylian champion
Paya, once you get to know her: Spends all day at home, is uncontrollably embarrassed, writes fanfic of boys she likes, stays up late and sleeps ‘til noon without changing clothes and is basically the biggest NEET in the whole franchise (so essentially perfect)

A quick little reminder to my Aussie friends to enrol to vote right now if you want to vote on marriage equality! 🌈 


Just ride this train of thought with me for a lil bit. We’re spinning around on a chunk of rock surrounded by an infinitely huge and expanding void right now. The time we have in existence is the most minuscule, tiny blip in the grand scheme of things. Everything any of us will ever do will have no inherent meaning and will be completely lost to the universe eventually. We have such. little. time. to fuck around on this planet. Time is the single most valuable human commodity in existence - and yet some old bastards are sitting around right now, using up their precious ass gift of life to make it their personal business to ensure other people can’t enjoy the time they have with the people they love. No matter which side of the debate you’re on - that is the bottom line here. Instead of making the world better, instead of saving the planet, instead of loving others, these people choose to use what little time they have here drowning themselves in misdirected hatred.

Stop wasting your lives and let other people get on with theirs, the world has much bigger issues than girls who kiss girls and boys who kiss boys