bunker spaces!!!!!

The Fight Worth Remembering

Summary: After confronting Sam about your feelings towards him and getting basically shot down, you plan to leave the bunker. Sam doesn’t like you walking away from him and things take a dirty turn ;)

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 2230

Warnings: Language and sexual content that may not be suitable for all viewers, read at your own risk.

“You’re so fucking confusing, Sam! One minute you act like you might actually be interested in me in more than friendly manner, and then the next minute you are hooking up with some fucking waitress that you’ve known for a whole 10 minutes?! I’m sick of it, 100% over your bullshit. I am tired of waiting around for you to make up your fucking mind!” You shouted, continuing to angrily throw your things into a duffle bag. You just needed a couple days away from him and the bunker, some space to clear your head and push aside whatever feelings you had for the tall man that currently stood in your door frame.

“Interested in you?! You’re 9 years younger than me!! I don’t know what signals you’re picking up, but you are clearly confused, because honey, you’re too young for me. Where do you think you are going!? Don’t even try to walk away from me when I am talking to you!” He slammed his fist against the wall, making you squeak out in surprise.

“I am going to the bathroom to get my toiletries. I cannot stand here for another minute and listen to your bullshit lies. Even Dean is a better liar than you. But feel free to continue and try to convince yourself that you haven’t been subtly trying to make a move on me, EVEN YOUR BROTHER HAS POINTED IT OUT! And age has never been a problem for you before, so don’t try to pull that bullshit on me. Do me a favour, and stay out of my way. I am tired of your bullshit. I am leaving for a few days, maybe longer, I can’t handle this any longer, it’s complete bullshit, I just need to get away and clear my mind before I do something reckless.” You spat, squeezing yourself and your toiletries out of the bathroom towards your half-packed bag that currently sat on a chair in the centre of the room.

“What do you mean you’re leaving? Where will you even go!? You cut off any friends you used to have in your life before hunting, with no intention of reconnecting with them. I don’t know what kind of ideas Dean has planted in your head, but I can assure you that I have no romantic or sexual feelings towards you, Y/N, so you can just get that ridiculous idea out of your head.”

Your hands were balled into fists and your whole body was shaking with rage. You could feel tears brewing in the corners of your eyes, and you mentally scolded yourself for allowing his words to hurt you. A loud *SMACK* echoed throughout your tiny room and it took a couple seconds for you to realize that you had actually slapped Sam, a red hand print stained his cheek. His eyes were wide with shock as he stared at you, now completely silent.

“Fuck you, Sam Winchester. I fucking hate you right now.” You whispered as you hoisted your bag onto your shoulder and pushed your way out of the room that now felt 20 times smaller. You practically sprinted down the hall, mentally cursing yourself for the tears that poured down your cheeks. You wished that Dean had been there to give you a ride, but he was stuck on a hunt with Mary and wouldn’t be home for a few days. You knew that you couldn’t just stand there and wait for someone to come get you, it was only a matter of time before Sam came after you with some rich excuse for his poor behaviour, and you honestly didn’t want to wait around for him to scrape one together.

Your boots pounded noisily on the stairs as you rushed to get to the bunker door, wanting nothing more than to leave and never look back. You knew that wouldn’t be the case though, because Dean would never let you just disappear without reason, and would more than likely drag you back kicking and screaming to make up with his baby brother. You never pictured yourself in this situation when you came into the boys’ lives. Now, at the age of 21, you had fallen for some guy 9 years your senior and managed to get your heart smashed by that same guy in a matter of minutes from admitting your feelings for him.

“Wait! Y/N, please wait. I can’t just have you storming out of here without so much as an answer, or a million answers based on the questions spinning around my head at the moment. Please, just come back to the bunker and let’s talk this out, like real adults. Please?” Sam grabbed your wrist gently to stop you in your tracks, and you sighed, knowing that he was right. You two needed to talk, no matter how much you really did not want to.

You reluctantly agreed, setting your bag at your feet and crossing your arms over your chest as you waited for him to say something that would inevitably smash your already broken heart. Sam didn’t say anything, he just kind of gaped at you, as if he hadn’t expected you to give in that easily.

“Out with it, Sam. I’m not going to wait around all day.”

“I just, I am still trying to wrap my head around this whole ordeal. What has Dean said to you that has got you so wound up?” He ran his hand through his hair and down the back of his neck.

“Honestly, Sam? He hasn’t said a whole lot, but the little he has said has confirmed what I assumed I was seeing. Your kisses on my cheek when you get home from a hunt I wasn’t allowed on, or the ones you give before you leave, last a few seconds longer than they probably should. You’re always finding an excuse to touch me, even though it is all completely innocent. If I have a nightmare, you lay with me until I have calmed down, or fallen back asleep. I find you staring at me when you think I am not paying attention. Dean says that you check me out as I leave the room. It’s the little things that I have picked up on, but now you tell me that I am basically delusional, and that you have no feelings for me outside of our fleeting friendship. I don’t know what you want me to say, that I am sorry for reading too far into things? That I have feelings for you that I don’t have for any other man that is currently or has ever been in my life? I think I might be in love with you, Sam, and that scares the absolute shit out of me, because I know what that means for a person in our line of work and it’s not sunshine and rainbows.” You were completely out of breath from your short rambling session, but you felt a bit better to have gotten it off of your chest.

“I…  wow, okay, I wasn’t expecting that. I don’t even know what to say to that.” Sam shook his head, looking down at the floor.

You were shaking and decided to take a bold step. If you wanted an honest answer you had a good idea on how to get one from him. You grabbed is face between your hands and pulled it down to your level, not even hesitating to assess his reaction and pressed your lips to his. You could feel his whole body tense up at your action so you began to pull away, feeling even more rejected than you had already felt. Sam was faster, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing his lips harder to yours. You squealed in surprise, that surprise quickly turned into glee and lust as both of you smiled into the kiss.

“Y/N, it’s hard to pretend not to have feelings for you when you do that. Fuck, I was trying to be careful so I wouldn’t break your heart, I know I’m not the greatest for you, and you can probably do way better than me… but now I don’t think I can let you go, fuck, I don’t want to let you go.” He panted, resting his forehead against yours. Your head was spinning and your heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to explode.

“Don’t let me go then, don’t let me leave. Show me that you want me to stay here, Sammy. Prove your words.” This bolder side of you was new, but you wanted nothing more than for him to fuck you against the door of the bunker, and then in every single room in the fucking place.

He nodded, picking you up and kissing you feverishly again, your legs wrapped around his waist and your dripping core pressed firmly against his throbbing cock. You tugged at his hair, grinding into him when he slammed your back against the door.

“God damn, baby, keep doing that. Fuck, even with all of our clothes I can feel how soaked you are, you really want this don’t you? I can’t believe I kept this from happening, this should’ve happened a long ass time ago.”

Your mouth was biting and sucking at his neck as his hands roamed your ass, breasts, and hair. Sam set you down on the floor and you immediately dropped to your knees, hands grabbing greedily at his jeans as you shoved them down his legs. You gulped as you realized the only thing keeping you from having his cock in your mouth was the thin layer of his boxer briefs. You looked up at him while slowly sliding them down and off his legs, continuing to look him in the eyes as you teasingly licked up his length, your hands clasped behind your back, waiting for his command.

“Fuck, you look so sexy down there waiting for me like a good girl. I’ve fantasized about your lips stretched over my cock for so long, so give me what I want.” He hissed as you greedily took him as far into your mouth as you could. He wasn’t massive or anything, just a few inches above average.

He tangled his hands in your hair while he fucked your mouth. You couldn’t help yourself as you slid one of your hands into the front of your pants, dying to get some sort of friction against your throbbing core. Sam groaned even louder at the sight of you playing with yourself as he fucked your mouth. Pulling out, he lifted you back onto your feet and hastily removed the remaining articles of clothing from both of you, taking a brief moment to examine your body. He was in awe of how beautiful you were, you weren’t super skinny or tan, but none of that mattered to him, he still thought you were the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen.

He stroked himself as he admired your body and you whimpered, pressing your legs together. He chuckled at your desperation and after what felt like an eternity he lifted you back up and slid you down onto his cock, having no trouble sliding into you with how wet you had gotten. Arching your back into him, you dug your fingers into his shoulders as he rammed you into the door.

“You feel so good stretched out around my cock, baby. You are so wet for me, you’re a naughty little girl.” His fingers were digging into your ass and his teeth grazed over the skin he could reach.

“Only for you, sir. Fuck, right there, oh fuck.” You could feel him hitting your g-spot and your legs were quivering.

“Not yet, princess. You don’t get to come that easily, you got to hold it babe. If you come before I tell you that you can, you’re going to be in for a punishment. Good girl, just keep holding it. Almost there baby girl, just a little bit more… Now.” He growled, his words sending you spiraling into a whole new level of pleasure. He didn’t stop there though, his hips continued to snap against yours, animalistic grunts and other noises leaving his throat.

A minute or so later, you had managed to have another orgasm and he finally came, pinning you against the door as he panted, sweat dripping off his forehead onto your shoulder. He peppered kisses along your shoulder and neck, until he had calmed down enough to lift you off of him and slide down the door onto the floor. He pulled you onto his lap and cradled you against his chest.

“Well that definitely took a drastic turn.” You laughed, nuzzling your head in the crook of his neck.

“I mean, it was bound to happen eventually. You know we still have to talk about this though. Just because we just had sex doesn’t mean the air is cleared, but for now let’s just assume things are good.” Sam kissed your forehead and you nodded, already having known that you would have to talk about the outburst that happened just an hour prior to the sexfest.

“I know, but first there are a few tables, beds, and showers that need to be broken in.” You winked, standing up and leading him down the stairs for another couple rounds of mind-blowing sex.

Okay but imagine Clarke gets the miners to help open the bunker and Space Squad isn’t back down yet. She goes back and grabs her old clothes, finding they don’t feel the same anymore. That’s when she sees it: Bellamy’s old guard jacket. In a moment of weakness, de takes it and tries to breathe in the scent of it, grasping at any sign of Bellamy she can find.

After six years she can’t even tell if it smells like him or not.

That episode was too much for my heart to handle.

Octavia telling Bellamy she loves him.

Bellamy and Clarke’s hug and goodbye.

Bellamy feeling so much guilt at leaving Clarke behind (parallel to the S1 finale where Clarke closes the Dropship door leaving Bellamy behind).

Clarke almost dying a few times (I actually thought she might die for a moment).

Murphy going back for Monty (I was worried he wouldn’t but I’m so glad he did!).

The Delinquents (well some of them) back in space.

Raven and Bellamy looking down on Earth (that made me really nostalgic).

Clarke trying to radio Bellamy every single day for 6 years.

Clarke has a little Nightblood who looks so much like Lexa (the feels!).

First thoughts on 12x18...

The Memory Remains is is one of those episodes where I can’t really tell how much of the problematic-ness was done on purpose, and I don’t want to be ‘that person’ that goes around saying that nothing is problematic and everything is perfect, but I also doubt that the ‘wrong-ey’ things in the episodes were accidents, because accidents don’t happen accidentally and there is a pattern, and patterns rarely happen accidentally. Basically - was the fact that all the main characters were white men done on purpose? The waitress Carmen and the health inspector are there, kind of in the outskirts on the scene, we barely hear their voices, the camera barely fixates on them, and when it does they don’t really get their ‘own’ shots, but we look at them through other characters’ eyes. In an episode with so much focus on looking through eyes (we repeatedly see things through a mask’s eye holes), I think it’s probably done on purpose.

It’s a claustrophobic episode, both in setting and ‘atmosphere’. Almost everything happens in enclosed spaces (the bunker, which is literally a bunker; a fridge cell; a basement with a literal tiny cage in it…) and the vibe of the episode is claustrophobic, a virtual enclosed space of lies weaved by white dudes. Reminds you of something? The episode Thin Man was the same, in Thin Man there was a dude wearing a monster mask that others mistook for a real monster (but… who was a real monster, although human), there were secrets and lies and the monster was a dude with an inferiority complex and whatever. After Thin Man aired we discussed about the episode being about white men only, the only female character killed right away and just a plot device, and it made sense - it felt jarring, and claustrophobic, and wrong, just like this episode feels, because everything is supposed to feel wrong and jarring and uncomfortably enclosing, because the episode is about cages and traps and acting wrong.

When Ketch and his men leave, the lights and shadow form a bar pattern, just like the bars that were supposed to keep Moloch trapped in the basement. The episode is about people being trapped, and Dean and Sam are trapped by the British Men of Letters’ scheme, Ketch has trapped them with the fake messages from Mick and now the bunker has become a cage, they’re under surveillance… it’s like when they were arrested, but now they are ‘arrested’ in their own home, and they don’t know it. They think they’re free, just like Lucifer thought he was free (and apparently now thinks he can get free, either with the help of that demon at the end of 12x17, or Dagon, or his child), but Lucifer was under Crowley’s control, just like the Winchesters are under Ketch’s control. Judging from the promo for 12x19, I’m betting that Cas also thinks he’s free but is under heaven’s control (again, poor thing).

Speaking of Lucifer - he’s a parallel to the Winchesters, but also, obviously, to the actual monster Moloch (*insert goat imagery related to the devil here*). Pete freed the monster from its cage, just like Lucifer has been freed from his original cage by Cas+prevented from going to the cage by Crowley. I’m not sure whether Pete is a mirror for Cas or Crowley or both - both Cas and Crowley wanted to use Lucifer for some goal (fighting the Darkness in Cas’ case, I-don’t-think-we-know-the-full-extent-of-it in Crowley’s), but Pete only claimed that his goal was ‘saving the town’, he just wanted very egoistical personal gain. If he’s a Cas mirror, he’s a dark mirror; if he’s a Crowley mirror, I don’t know.

Now let’s talk about Dean - Dean’s behavior is supposed to feel jarring and wrong, he’s concerned and scared about Cas so he distracts himself - the waitress (at a place filled with tiny Cas things* and large BS written everywhere), even called Carmen which reminds us of Carmen Porter from 2x20 and that is so not a coincidence, the burger, which Dean is overenthusiastic about just like when he came back from Purgatory (“it’s a treasure” then, “this is heaven” now - and the word heaven isn’t a coincidence, either, not with what the next episode is going to be about - again, I’m tending towards a Naomi-like situation where Cas is more under heaven’s control than he realizes, in some way or another).

* It’s like a compendium of everything - coffee, burger, “Gus’” like in season 9, the comet-ish-like logo, I mean, there’s even a fish…

The emphasis on the initial letters makes me think we’re supposed to read is as “BS C(a)S” aka bullshit Cas - Dean literally has sex with a woman to fill in Cas’ absence, and it’s quite explicit in the episode, it’s not just the letters or whatever - Dean is upset because Cas has disappeared, Dean acts on his coping mechanism things, it’s linear. It was supposed to be an episode about being closed in a dark place.

Changing the topic - the heaviness of dysfunctional white dude family brings us to the Stynes again. The entire season is run through by the Stynes, from the nazi elements to now a family who has a dark secret and basically owns the town (just like the Stynes were “gods” in the town). The intertwinement of the Bishop family and the British Men of Letters basically spells Stynes 2.0 - the Stynes invaded the bunker and ‘tainted’ it (back in those times we wrote about a possible adiós to the bunker just like we’re doing now…) just like Ketch and his men have done, with the difference that the Stynes trashed up the place, while the British Men of Letters acted so that Dean and Sam wouldn’t notice. Dean’s photographs feature heavily in both cases… (the two scenes are also parallel to Amara’s visit to the bunker, when she did trash the place up a little but also saw Mary’s picture and eventually brought her back - Amara, like Ketch, kind of collected into about Dean connected to Mary; the Stynes kinda did the same, as they dug up the same pictures, but they didn’t care).

So, I think the BMoL arc is going to have a lot in common with the Stynes arc, with the due differences - I expect a ‘reverse’ of the dark elements of the Stynes arc (Dean doesn’t have the Mark but has grown up a lot since those times, etc etc - extradiegetically, I’m pretty sure the witch twins and Jody are going to be fine lol, I’m pretty sure they learnt the lesson).

Basically I saw this episode as the love child of Thin Man and The Prisoner (there were vibes and references to other eps, but those two stood up imo), which suggests that the story will proceed in a way that will put the characters in situations similar to the ones back in late season 9-late season 10, except that the characters have gone through experiences that are going to have them react to the situation differently. Thoughts?

Theory for The 100 4x13!!!

Warning this may contain SPOILERS! Okay so we pretty much know that the script for 4x13 of The 100 was the actual script from seeing the trailer… but I have a theory! First break down of what we know from the leaked script so far being correct by seeing the trailer. (I don’t remember some of the stuff from the leaked script but heres what I do remember)

We know that Bellamy and Clarke *cough* bellarke *cough* have a moment before she goes to save them so her friends can make it into space to survive before the Death Wave comes. 

Another thing to remember is that Clarke tells them that if she is not back in time from to launch without her. So by going out into the radiation ( of course with her hazmat suite on) to save her friends (I can’t remember I think its like she has to go and press a button). 

Then something happens with the hazmat suite that Clarke is wearing which causes a hole somewhere (guessing it with the helmet because it looks like theres a hole in the helmet, in the picture shown.) 

We know that Clarke doesn’t make it in time to launch with them into space and is stuck on the ground and not in space (as well as not in the bunker) 

Lastly we know that the rest in the Ship do end up launching themselves into space for the next 5 years… So my theory is….

What if the last act is a 5 year time jump and it ends with people coming out of where they are like the bunker, space, & Clarke. Wherever she is but none of them meet up, like it shows the door opening to the bunker, the ship coming down because we know Raven will figure a way for them to come down. Then lastly we see Clarke somewhere alive and she opening the door to the outside world or she already out and about. Then as the camera pans on the outside world and Clarke with a walkie-talkie, near the Rover after the death wave and the screen goes black…ending Season 4 of The 100…  

anonymous asked:

Could you do RFA + V and Searan where MC makes those origami lucky stars?

of course, love! sorry this took so long ^^; hope you like it! thank you for being patient with me 💛

man i wish i could do these but i haven’t done origami since 5th grade;;;


  • he honestly finds it amazing
  • “mc, how on earth do you do that??”
  • mc has showed him 5 times already rip 
  • there’s at least one in every room
  • mc made him a special one as a lucky charm during rehearsals and performances
  • but he wears it everywhere
  • on rehearsals, he wears it on a bracelet
  • during shows, he keeps it in his dressing room, but kisses it for good luck
  • one day he finally learns how to make one and makes a matching bracelet for mc!! 
  • they wear it on opposite hands so they’re together when they hold hands
  • what dorks


  • yessssssssss!!!!
  • shooting star boy has his own actual mini star!! 
  • he’s in love with them omg 
  • there’s way more around the house than zen
  • keeps one in his bag when he goes to school, as a key chain!
  • also has one leaning against his computer for luck on LOLOL
  • in the office, he has at least 4 on his desk 
  • learns how to make one quickly 
  • of course he gives one to mc!
  • he probably makes them matching hair clips 
  • they’re such a cute couple


  • she finds them really interesting
  • wants to learn automatically
  • she needs all the luck she can get
  • and she makes them! but her favorite is the one mc made her
  • doesn’t wear it like the other two, but it’s always nearby
  • makes one for mc, of course, that they can wear
  • when the cafe opens, the two of them decorate it with those stars
  • the customers really like them too!! 
  • and they work, in jaehee’s opinion! 
  • probably has a nervous habit of twirling the star around between her fingers 
  • which mc finds adorable


  • jumin thinks it’s cute
  • and he definitely keeps it around all the time
  • especially when trying to close a deal
  • however, he keeps it lowkey
  • it’s pinned to his tie! 
  • learns how to make them easily and gifts one to mc
  • he even makes one for Elizabeth
  • its a collar how cute
  • there’s a lot more in the penthouse than in the office tbh 
  • but there are a couple in the office, manly his desk
  • he gives them to the employees as gifts aww

707 / luciel / saeyoung

  • he was so surprised when mc gave him one tbh
  • but he was so touched, he almost started crying
  • kissed mc’s nose and gave them a big squeeze hug 
  • i like to think saeyoung wears it as a ring 
  • because he’s that extra 
  • he also learns how to make them in under an hour jfc
  • he attaches them to strings and hangs them from the ceiling 
  • the whole house is full of stars
  • if mc can’t find saeyoung, he’s most likely in his room, just staring at them
  • “we made the bunker a space station…” 

v / jihyun

  • can you believe jihyun does these too??
  • like, he and mc gave them to each other as gifts at the same time
  • on a random day, god bless
  • of course they both wear it! they make necklaces 
  • they probably write each other’s name on the stars too
  • jihyun writes his name on mc’s star and vice versa
  • they wear them everywhere 
  • v thinks that he’s taken the best photos he’s ever taken when he wears it 
  • they even have different colored stars in case they need to match their outfit
  • because, you know, the aesthetic 


  • “you made this?” he asks, mc nods
  • and then he stares at it for a couple minutes
  • mostly trying to figure out how they did that
  • but he totally loves it
  • “can you teach me?” “of course, saeran!”
  • he keeps it in his pocket and is always super careful with it
  • is afraid he’s going to crush it half the time 
  • mc always says they can make him another, but this one is special mc please
  • he hangs them, both the ones he makes and the ones mc makes, up on the ceiling like saeyoung
  • but only in his room
  • it’s like he doesn’t even have to go outside to see the stars
  • to him, they shine even when the lights are off
  • Honestly, I'm not Clarke's biggest fan, but no one deserves to be all alone for 5 years.
  • I don't care what she's done, if she is left behind for all that time, imagine the pain and suffering she must have went through in order to survive.
  • Imagine waking up everyday wondering if it's worth it to keep going.
  • Imagine wondering if the people you love are okay.
  • She doesn't know if they ran out of food, she doesn't know if something happened in the bunker, or in space. Imagine counting down the days until her family returns from space.
  • Just imagine being completely and utterly alone.
  • No animals
  • No people
  • No sound besides your own voice.
  • Just you and a radiation soaked planted.
Possible spoiler?

I was watching the SDCC panel from yesterday, and from around 20:10 - 20:50 they were discussing the possibility of Bellamy having a moustache in S5. What caught my attention, however, was when Eliza said something along the lines of “Six years later and Bellamy’s just combing his moustache and is like, ‘No, I can’t hear the radio right now, I’m busy…’”

Please correct me if I’m wrong (I’ve only seen the S4 finale once so I definitely could be missing something) but aren’t we supposed to believe they wouldn’t have radio access with the ground or anyone else for the duration they’re in space since the rocket lost that ability? Was the rocket their only means to communicating with the ground or was there a radio in the ring they could’ve used as well?

I may be reading WAY too much into this and I know Eliza was just joking around but for some reason it caught my attention and I’m wondering whether this could be a TINY spoiler that she let slip. If it is, it could indicate that, wherever/whoever/whatever they’re dealing with in space, they DID have access to a radio, and were able to use it in some sort of way.

Basically all I’m saying is maybe they were able to at least RECEIVE signals, and they could’ve received transmissions coming from the underground bunker, from Clarke, from space, etc.

(And, if I’m being honest, as a Bellarke shipper the one thing I’ve really wanted from the new season is to learn that Bellamy COULD hear Clarke on the radio in space, and, much like Clarke’s need to speak to him every day for over six years, listening to her was the one thing that truly kept him sane.)

Where Do We Go From Here? (Free Day)

Kallura Week 2017
Day Seven
Where Do We Go From Here?

Everything had gone pretty much according to plan after that. The Natsua had pledged their allegiance to the Princess and to Voltron. They had agreed to help the Natsua if they were ever to come under attack from Zarkon’s empire. They could call on the Natsua for any assistance they required, be it in battle or for supplies. Case in point, the pod’s tiny cargo bay was groaning with a selection of fresh fruits and nuts, native to Natsu.

Neither of them mentioned the almost happening on the dance floor.

Coran and the other paladins were waiting for them as Keith performed a perfect landing.

“So…” Lance drolled as they disembarked. “How’d it go?”

“We have more allies in our fight against Zarkon.” Allura confirmed with a smile.

Pidge looked from one to the other with scrutinising eyes.

“So, nothing untoward happened?” She asked. “Nothing at all?”

Keith and Allura exchanged a glance.

“Nah.” He said.

“Everything went swimmingly.” She added. “More or less.”

Pidge didn’t look convinced, she could tell by their body language that SOMETHING had happened. Something they didn’t want to share. But she decided to let it slide. For now.

“Oh.” Allura began in afterthought. “We did find out that Zarkon has put a price on all our heads.”

She pulled a small display device from her bag and brought up the information the Natsua had provided, taken from the bounty hunter they’d encountered, and as yet failed to mention to the group.

“Seriously?” Hunk gaped. “We’re WANTED men? And women?” He added quickly, glancing at Pidge.

“That is so cool!” Lance grinned. “I’m a cowboy!” He began to sing, enthusiastically if somewhat off-key. “In a blue lion I fly! I’m wanted! Wanted! Dead or alive!”

“Lance!” Hunk protested. “This is NOT a good thing!”

“We’re gonna have anybody out for a quick gac after us.” Pidge snapped at him, taking the display device from Allura and flicking through the holographic wanted posters. Each entry had a full body display of each paladin, in both armour and regular attire, including Shiro, she noted. They obviously didn’t know what had happened after their last battle with Zarkon. Each was colour-coded for convenience. There were also entries for both the Princess and Coran.

“Oh, come on.” Lance remained unconvinced. He snatched the device from the youngest paladin. “We’re outlaws! On the run! We’ll be total chick-magnets…or whatever-magnets…” He began flicking through the entries.

“Am I really that fat?” Hunk lamented as an image of him was displayed.

Pidge punched him comfortingly in the upper arm. “We all know it’s pure muscle.”

“Ow.” He protested, rubbing the impact area. For a tiny little girl she could punch really, really hard.

Lance’s grin faded as he paused on the red entry. “Hey!” He protested. “Why is Keith worth more than me!?”

Pidge snatched the device back and pushed her glasses up her nose as she peered at the tiny text. “‘Proceed with caution’…'engage at own risk’…'highly dangerous’…” She read, then shrugged. “Looks like the bigger risk brings a bigger reward.” She concluded.

“Are you saying Keith’s more dangerous than me?” Lance suddenly found all eyes on him, expressions ranging from surprise to something akin to 'you’re kidding, right?’.

“Okay.” He conceded. “I guess that’s true.” With his short-temper, fighting prowess and Galra heritage Keith really was a little bundle of nope.

“Shiro and Allura are worth more if it makes you feel any better.” Keith said flatly.

He looked at the red…black…maybe they should start calling him maroon…paladin, and the lovely lady standing beside him. The thought that she was considered more dangerous than him…

“Yeah.” He nodded. “It actually does a little.”

“We’ll give you a full mission report once Keith and I freshen up a bit.” Allura told them. “It’s been a long couple of quintents.”

She glanced at Keith, saw his eyes flicker towards her for a brief moment before he looked away again.

'Well…maybe not a FULL report…’ She thought.


They met in the lounge for a rather informal discussion of events. They told them about their arrival. The three ships that had been waiting in ambush. Lance laughed a bit at that.

“Ha! You crashed the pod!”

“It was an emergency landing!”

“You crashed. You know it.”

They talked of the octopus-urchin thing, of Allura’s burgeoning magical powers, though they omitted the bit about her almost killing him with them. The group had been a little surprised at the revelation, but, as they had with Keith’s own recent discovery, they took it all in stride.

They spoke of the lizard bounty hunter and how they’d learned of the prices on their heads. Allura went into great detail about how Keith had taken the much larger being down so easily.

“Impressive.” Lance admitted. “But you still crashed the pod.”

Keith sighed. He wasn’t about to let that go any time soon.

They glossed over their night together in the bunker…hide…small, enclosed space…there really was nothing to tell. They’d taken shelter from a storm and fallen asleep. And the reception, there was nothing there they WANTED to tell. And there really wasn’t anything to talk about, right?

All the time they were talking Pidge noticed Coran stroking his chin, subtly scrutinising the pair.

“You see it too, don’t you?” She said as she sidled up to him as the group dispersed. Hunk was heading to the kitchen to cook up something delicious with the fresh produce they’d brought back with them. Lance was going to help him eat it. Keith was going to train, big surprise. Allura was going to go check on the mice.

“There’s something different..” She waggled a finger between the retreating backs of their new leader and the princess.

“The dynamic between them has certainly shifted.” Coran nodded his agreement. “But it’s to be expected.” He continued. “With his rising to lead Voltron they’re on more equal footing.” He sighed. “Both so young to be forced into a position of so much responsibility.”

He rose to his feet.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, young paladin. I have to see a Slav about a cooling unit.”

She frowned as she watched him leave.

“No…” She shook her head. “That’s not it.”


Allura couldn’t sleep. She wasn’t sure if it was because because her sleep pattern had somehow been altered by the time spent off the ship or because her head was too full of thoughts about…other things.

She worked her way up to the bridge and found her…other things…was experiencing his own bout of insomnia.

Keith stood at the main view port, lost in the swirling colours of a bright nebula the ship was currently drifting by as it glided through space on automatic pilot. She didn’t really want to disturb him but they had avoided things long enough.

“So…” She said softly as she walked up to stand beside him. “Do you want to deny it?” She asked, looking at him. His eyes never left the nebula’s dancing colours. Reds and blues and silvers. “Pretend what almost happened…didn’t almost happen…?”

If she was honest with herself, it was what had really been keeping her awake. Wondering just what would have happened if it HAD happened. What it would mean for them. For the team. She heard him sigh deeply. He lowered his head, his eyes closed.

“No.” He admitted. He turned, met her gaze. He wanted to lose himself in her eyes. Lose himself in her. But he couldn’t, so he wouldn’t.

“But I don’t think we have the luxury of exploring it right now.”

“We need to focus our energies elsewhere.” She nodded her agreement.

“Defending the universe.”

“Bringing down Zarkon.”

“Finding Shiro.”

They had unconsciously turned to each other. Fingers brushed, yearning to entangle. Eyes closed. Foreheads touched.


“So THAT’S it!” Pidge grinned. “Equal leadership responsibilities my ass!” The awkward stances in the hanger made sense now, they’d been trying to hide this.

She knew it was wrong, bordering on voyeurism, to be watching them. She’d hacked into the Castle’s surveillance system a long time ago. She was about to switch off, give them their privacy, her curiosity as to what the hell was going on had been sated, she could sleep now. Then she noticed the anguished look on their faces. They backed away from each other and with one last lingering glance, turned and went their separate ways.

“What the quiznak?” She frowned. “You’re just gonna…” She blew her bangs out of her eyes. “Not on my watch!”

Slamming the laptop closed she scrambled to her feet and bolted out the door.


Pidge was leaning nonchalantly against the frame of his door, barefoot and out of breath, when Keith reached it. Odd. What was she up to? A mischievous grin split her face.

“So…you and Allura, huh?” She teased. “I didn’t know this was what you two were planning when I said to have all the moments you wanted.”

He stiffened, eyes widening, before he relaxed, letting out a resigned sigh. He palmed the panel by the door to open it.

“Not even gonna try to deny it?” She arced a brow.

“With you?” He snorted as he walked past her and into his room. “What’s the point?”

“But you’re not gonna act on it either, are you?”

“It’s not a priority right now.”

“Priority?” She followed him in before he could close the door.

He sat down heavily on his bed. “In case you’ve forgotten, Pidge, we’re in the middle of a war here. That kind of takes precedence over, well, everything!”

“Jesus, Keith! With all the crap that’s been dumped on you lately don’t you think you deserve one bright little pinpoint of light in your broody darkness?” She dropped down beside him. “Stop being so damn noble! Live a little.” She knocked her shoulder against his.

“I’ve got responsibilities, Pidge.” He protested. “More than I want. Probably more than I can handle. We both have.”

“Yeah, yeah.” She waved him off. “You’ve both got the burden of the whole war on your shoulders. More reason for you to find a little comfort in each other.” She leaned closer. “If you want to keep this thing secret I can help you. The others are totally clueless.”

“Why are you pushing this so hard?” He frowned.

“Is it a crime for me to want to see my friends happy?” She asked. “I get the distinct impression that you’ve never been happy…REALLY happy…in your whole damn life!”

She sighed.

“But seriously.” She said. “Like you said, we’re in the middle of a war. People are…lost…during a war. Don’t you think you should take the chance while you can?”

“Maybe…” He admitted.

She rose to her feet. They were deep into the sleep cycle after all. They could both use some rest.

“Sleep on it at least.” She said. “And if you decide to go for it, my offer still stands.”

“Thanks, Pidge.” He smiled as the door slid shut behind her.

He lay back on his bunk, staring up at the ceiling for a while. When he closed his eyes he could see a pair of opalescent ones looking back at him. He smiled. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, taking a chance.

He rolled over onto his side and soon fell into a peaceful sleep.


He awoke some time later, scratching at his arm. It was incredibly itchy. He flicked on the light, flinching away from the sudden illumination. When his eyes had adjusted he looked to see what had been irritating it.

His eyes widened, a tight ball of dread forming in the pit of his stomach. It was red raw, he must have been scratching at it in his sleep. But amongst the redness there were splotches. Big, irregular, PURPLE splotches.

The ball of dread began to grow, crawling upwards as he slowly turned his eyes to the other arm. Big, irregular, PURPLE splotches!

His breath became a series of short, panicked gasps as his eyes flicked from one speckled limb to the other. They weren’t so irregular he realised. There was a pattern, graceful arcs of purple splotches circled his arms, the left mirroring the right.

The ball of dread became icy as it wrapped itself around his heart and settled in for a lengthy stay.

“Oh, shit!” He breathed.

And so it ends…but with so many questions.

Will the scum of the universe come after them for an easy gac?

Will Hunk share his new recipes with us?

Just what blackmail material does Pidge have on her laptop?

Did Allura get that photo for Lance or did she forget everything when she succumbed to the beauty of a pair of violet eyes?

Will Keith take that chance even though the universe continues to dump crap on him?

Not even I know and it all came out of my head!

Thanks for reading ^_^

znh12  asked:

Hate to bother ya, but I'm super curious. What Aberrant usually do when the Player is not around? Just sitting in his house? Also, has he ever hit another Face Monster with his lantern? No need to answer it. And have a nice day! ^-^

He reads.

A lot.

It really doesn’t matter where he is, and he’ll either sit in his room to read, or go outside to get out of the way of those who generally detest him. He tries to spend more time outside than inside.

Since the dungeons are the source of most of the books found in any town, and the dungeons go way back and were used as bunkers by stranded space/interdimensional travelers, the available books can range from magic tomes to historical accounts to technical manuals to fictional novels.

Aberrant prefers technical books to outright fiction, as he (ironically) doesn’t follow character-driven narratives well. 

Maybe, once he runs out of textbooks and manuals, he’ll read fiction out of boredom and find he likes it. But seeing as Terraria’s wealth of objectively written work spans multiple times and dimensions, what constitutes their reality is often just as, if not more fascinating than fiction is to us. 

As for the last question…


But he would.

velvet-tread  asked:

Post-403 you made the distinction between Clarke loving Bellamy and being "in love" with him. I think you said she had a shift of perspective in 403. What do you think now the season has ended? Did she fall in love with him in season 4?

You know, I think my answer is: yes and no.  I do think 403 was a turning point for Clarke, but I also think so much else happened in the season that “romantic love” for her was sort of taken off the table.

To back up to 403 for a second, I think Bellamy walking away post Hand Nuzzle was a bit of a lightbulb moment for Clarke.  She was grateful for his comfort and when he left I think she realized she missed him and maybe more than just platonically.  We see some more glimmers of that in 406 when she tells Bellamy he’s *special* and it’s very, very clear she means he’s special to her.

But then there’s the constant mess of Science Island and honestly, I doubt Clarke was thinking very much about romance while she was there.  Her brain was on the problem in front of her, and by the time she returns to Polis the clock is ticking down and they have almost no time before they could all die.  She makes a point of being emotionally supportive of Bellamy before the conclave and I think it’s very safe to say by that point in time, Bellamy is no longer just her person but the most important person in her life aside from her mother.

We know this because she made sure to save him when they stole the bunker.  (Yes, she wanted to save Kane and Octavia too, but really, the reason the writers had Bellamy be the only one kidnapped is because they wanted to make a big bellarke-shaped point about How Important Bellamy Blake Is To Clarke Griffin.)  Of course, putting him in the bunker with Octavia outside set up a conflict between the two of them and there’s a couple of points I want to make about that mess of an episode.  For one thing, Clarke is unable to face Bellamy when he’s fighting to get free is because the last time he was this furious with her was during Hakeldama and we all know how that turned out.  For another thing, she goes to Niylah for comfort but she’s very defensive and closed off to her.   All of her justifications for stealing the bunker really amount to if I lose Bellamy, was all of this worth it?  If she kept him safe but the price is he hates her, can she live with that?  Clarke is clearly not sure– she’s basically giving herself a terrible pep talk– but the fact remains that she made the calculation that Bellamy’s life was more important to her than anything else.  

And then he escapes and literally forces her to decide: kill him, or save everyone else.  And Clarke chooses him.  

We all know what that means.  She loves him beyond reason– but is she in love with him by 412?

Honestly…maybe. But  I don’t think she was really processing anything in those terms, because they have less than 48 hours to survive/get to space/save the human race.  There wasn’t much time for Clarke to sort out her feelings for him and I don’t think she’d really bothered to examine them beforehand.  She knew she loved him, but she knew that by 205.  I do think she was open to the possibility of being in love with him once they were safely in the bunker/in space, but I don’t think that was even in the top 100 of things in her mind.

As for the time jump: six years is a long time, and it’s clear that Clarke has kept her love for Bellamy close to her heart.  Is it romantic?  It’s tough to say– I think he was more of an abstract presence for her for most of that time.  I keep coming back to what Bob said at a con about them “transcending” romance, and I think that’s very applicable in the post-time jump era.  I think Clarke knows now, without a doubt, that she loves Bellamy.  I also think that she’s open to romantic love with him when he comes down, but I don’t think she’s really considering that at the moment because she’s not even sure he’s alive.

So that was a lot of words to say “maybe?” but, you know…maybe?


The following seems like science fiction, but scalar beam weapons were invented in 1904 by Nicola Tesla, an American immigrant from Yugoslavia. (1856 or 57 -1943) Since he died in 1943, many nations have secretly developed his beam weapons which now further refined are so powerful that just by satellite one can: make a nuclear like destruction; earthquake; hurricane; tidal wave; cause instant freezing - killing every living thing instantly over many miles; cause intense heat like a burning fireball over a wide area; induce hypnotic mind control over a whole population; or even read anyone on the planet’s mind by remote; affect anybody’s REM dream sleep by sending in subliminal pictures to the visual cortex; cause hallucinagon drug like effects or the symptoms of chemical or biological poisoning; make a disease epidemic by imprinting the disease ‘signature’ right into the cellular structure; paralyze and or/kill everyone instantaneously in a 50 mile radius and lastly remove something right out of its place in time and space faster than the speed of light, without any detectable warning by crossing 2 or more beams with each other and any target can be aimed at even right through to the opposite side of the earth. If either of the major scalar weapon armed countries e.g. U.S. or Russia were to fire a nuclear missile to attack each other this may possibly not even reach the target, because the missile could be destroyed with scalar technology before it even left its place or origin. The knowledge via radio waves that it was about to be fired could be eavesdropped and the target could be destroyed in the bunker, fired at from space by satellite.

Alternatively invisible moving barriers and globes made of plasma (produced by crossed scalar beams) could destroy any nuclear missile easily while it moves towards the target and failing all these, it could be destroyed by entering the target’s territory by passing through a Tesla shield which would explode anything entering its airspace. To begin with, defense using scalar technology could intercept it before it even landed. Secret eavesdropping of radio communications tapping into ordinary military radio contact using undetectable 'scalar wave carriers’ hacking in may have heard military personnel say it was about to be fired. The missile may be destroyed from above the site, using satellites equipped with scalar or particle beam weapons or a cloaked UFO (American or Russian made anti-gravity disk originally made by back engineering crashed alien saucers) or aircraft using scalar or particle beams which could invisibly (and undetectably with standard equipment) cause the target to malfunction and drop down. By using a scalar wave (radar like) 'interference grid’, which covers both country’s entire military activities in the air, underground or undersea, scalar transmitters send waves over large areas at 90 deg angles to each other. These waves follow the earth-ionospheric wave guide and curve around the planet. It is called an 'interference grid’ because all solid moving objects show up as a spot of light moving through marked grid squares on an operator’s video screen. Scalar waves are a higher form of radar waves, but they go one step further by passing through anything solid too and are able to detect and be able to be made into a focused beam to target anything through the earth or sea as well.

A scalar beam can be sent from a transmitter to the target, coupled with another sent from another transmitter and as they cross an explosion can be made. This interference grid method could enable scalar beams to explode the missile before launch, as well as en route with knowing the right coordinates. If the target does manage to launch, what are known as Tesla globes or Tesla hemispheric shields can be sent to envelop a missile or aircraft. These are made of luminous plasma which emanates physically from crossed scalar beams and can be created any size, even over 100 miles across. Initially detected and tracked as it moves on the scalar interference grid, a continuous EMP (electromagnetic pulse) Tesla plasma globe could kill the electronics of the target. More intensely hot Tesla 'fireball’ globes could vaporize the missile. Tesla globes could also activate a missile’s nuclear warhead en route by creating a violent low order nuclear explosion. Various parts of the flying debris can be subjected to smaller more intense Tesla globes where the energy density to destroy is more powerful than the larger globe first encountered. This can be done in pulse mode with any remaining debris given maximum continuous heating to vaporize metals and materials. If anything still rains down on Russia or America, either could have already made a Tesla shield over the targeted area to block it from entering the airspace.

Okay but this scene though:

I am so confused. It looks like the radiation orange hue is not there in the atmosphere anymore. And Clarke is definitely not wearing any radiation proof gear or headgear. Maybe her nightblood kicked in and is keeping her alive?

But this definitely looks like something from the future and not during or after the Praimfaya aftermath. The Earth looks so fresh and green.

And again Clarke’s outfit, NOTICE HER OUTFIT.

She also has the big ass radio and is trying to catch a signal (from space?) with that dish next to her, it seems. The rover seemed to survive the death wave. Was it parked in a garage in Becca’s lab? Like remember the garage in Mt. Weather? 

I literally have no idea what is going on in this scene and why it is relevant to the Season 4 Finale. If this is some kind of sneak peek into Season 5 Clarke, then that really does mean that they will be separated and she will be left alone on earth. Maybe she will use the bunker in the lighthouse?

That leaked script is coming true 100%…so it is possible that Clarke will be left all alone on Earth, outside the bunker and not in space either. Caught between two worlds and not being able to have anyone beside her for 5 whole years.

But who knows………………

I’m just trying to make sense of this. We will see of course in the finale but you  know, I am intrigued and now will be thinking about this all week and be confused about this.

Well at least she looks clean.

                there is no concern for personal space or privacy with him  ——–  almost instantly does jack huddle up beside someone who strikes him as a stranger, watching her technology with wide–eyed fascination that is adequately matched by a child. perhaps not the safest of practices, but his intrigue would be worth humouring.   ❛  what are you doing?  what is that?  ❜

@bravebury  /  starter call.