I saw an Underswap Imagine that was about what jobs the skeleton bros would get when they would reach the surface! It said that Sans would be a waiter with roller skates! I thought it was an adorable idea, so I drew it!
concept: you come and visit me and we go on our first date. i get caught up picking out what to wear, i’m nervous but happy to the point were i can’t stop smiling. having butterflies in my stomach every moment i spend with you, especially when we hold hands and i finally get to kiss you.
Yuuri is the king of sneak kisses. Victor will be reading, watching tv, or just minding his business and ‘oh hi stunning husband is kissing me.’ Sometimes it’s a quick little peck before Yuuri’s out running errands, or a “I’m bored and you’re cute” make out session.” Victor loves it.
They swap kisses all the time. A kiss before Yuuri is back on the ice, a “I missed you” peck when someone gets back home, the “You were gorgeous and I have to remind you how gorgeous you are” kiss over the couch.
Victor LOVES holding Yuuri. Usually his arm is around his shoulders or his waist while out and about. Yuuri usually just slides in closer using Victor’s pockets to warm his hands instead of his gloves.
Victor buys these and even though they make walking 100% harder and Yuuri’s hand sweats every time….Yuuri love them. (Yes they even have V and Y on each glove) [Image description: 2 normal grey gloves with a third glove being made for two people to hold hands in. Each normal glove has a letter on it, M+V respectively, while the couple glove has a heart.]
At home Victor will just lay on top of or beside Yuuri. Yuuri just shrugs, repositions him, and then sighs when Makkachin starts whining because “No wait Dad, it was MY TURN to cuddle New Dad.”
Even when sleeping alone they both have a perfect husband shaped hole next to them. Sleeping on the couch usually turns into cuddling on the couch the moment the other person comes home. When apart they usually cuddle a pillow.
Victor LOVES being little spoon because it’s Yuuri’s arms around him while he sleeps why WOULDN’T he want that? Sometimes though, Yuuri prefers being little spoon especially when his anxiety is bad. Also when Victor grows his hair out a little bit. Yuuri has woken up with silver hair in his mouth too many times to count…he suffers for true love.
They’re that couple who casually rubs each other’s backs, hook pinkies, bump shoulders/hands, or (Victor since he’s taller) rest their chin on the other person’s shoulder. Yuuri especially loves holding hands since in big groups it gives him something to concentrate on.
Victor posts those “my husband lead me around all day” things where it’s his normal day with Yuuri holding his hand leading him on. It all gets posted to his Snapchat+Instagram.
First, Yuuri guiding him towards the kitchen for breakfast, then Yuuri walking him to the rink, Yuuri leading him on the ice, Yuuri leading him to a food stand for lunch, more Yuuri leading him on ice, Yuuri leading him home, and the last image is Yuuri grinning at him with his hand out in sleep pants looking sleepy but so so SO happy.
Yuuri still never posts outside of a “Here’s Victor doing something really cool” or a rare selfie, but Victor’s insta…..every other post is Yuuri or Makkachin.
His most popular post (that is also his phone backrgound, Yuuri’s contact photo, and one day a full size poster if he had his way.) is a photo of Yuuri asleep on the couch curled around Makkachin his face buried in the dog’s fur. Victor’s flight got held up, and Victor told Yuuri to head home because the weather was getting bad, and he needed to sleep. It also has a video (for him) of him cupping Yuuri’s cheek, Yuuri nuzzling it, and half waking up before murmuring “…Vitya?”
How I want Matt to be introduced to the rest of Voltron team...
The paladins (minus Shiro) of course have just gone through an intense mission to break into one of Lotor’s ships that they believe is holding Shiro in. It is a trap and the mission fails horribly and the paladins are currently captured. Keith and Lance are held in a cell together. Keith is going on all angst, bad-leader mode thinking that the entire mission is all his fault and that Shiro made a huge mistake ever thinking that he could lead the team. Lance has to break him out of these angry, depressive thoughts and assures him that he’s done the best he could and that Shiro would be proud of Keith, just like all of them are, especially him. Keith and Lance share a long moment, their hands are holding each other and the camera slightly zooms in their faces, their held gazes. Is this it? Is this the moment where Klance becomes canon?
Then suddenly there’s an explosion from the wall between the two, and Hot Rebel Matt comes busting in yelling, “WHASSUP! MATTHEW HOLT HERE TO SAVE THE DAY!!! YOU PALADINS CAN BEGIN TO SHOWER ME WITH PRAIS-Oh wait, am I interrupting something?”
He notices that Lance and Keith have literally jumped six feet away from each other and are facing opposites walls, faces burning red in embarrassment. Nope, nothing interrupted, nothing at all! Wait, DID THEY HEAR THE NAME MATT HOLT?!
Then Matt rescues the rest of the paladins and takes them to Shiro. Everyone is happy but Lance and Keith can’t look at each other for the rest of the episode.
bro mark would be so freaking perfect as boyfriend
like he would be so into calling each other “babe” because it’s so freaking cute NOT TO MENTION HE WOULD GIVE YOU THAT CUTE ASS SMILE LIKE THE ONE ABOVE
lots of hand holding especially around the other members
ESPECIALLY AROUND BAMBAM BC THAT BOY IS SOOOOOO TOUCHYYYYY
normal conversations in English that somehow drift into Korean and you guys are just speaking a mixture of both
lots and lots and lots of KISSES
I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH THAT BOY HAS LIPS AND HE WILL PUT THEM TO USE
cute goodmorning/goodnight calls because he prefers listening to your voice before he goes to sleep and right before he wakes up
random ugly snaps in the middle of the day, whether he’s on tour, at practice JUST WHENEVER OKAY
did i say back hugs
BC BACK HUGSSSSSS
THIS BOY WILL LOVE TO PRESS HIMSELF AGAINST YOU WHENEVER POSSIBLE
NOT TO MENTION WHEN YOU’RE IN ONE OF HIS SHIRTS OR BIG ASS SWEATERS
*calms down* dEEP BREATHS
i feel like you and mark would have lots of dates
but like not the types where you always go out and do something
more of the stay at home and watch a movie and make cookies type
but of course there would be the casual ones like taking coco for a walk WITH POOR EOMMA YOUNGJAE CALLING EVERY SECOND WONDERING WHERE THEY KIDNAPPED HIS POOR BABY
and there would be the dates where Jackson would tag along mostly because you could never say no to him simply because he was annoying as fuckkk
there would also those dates where we have jinyoung spamming mark because that’s his man and you have no right just “taking him and seducing him”
but back to being serious and to what all you lil hoes have been waiting for S I N
so basically sex with mark would be special
you guys would have restless nights of love making
meaningful love bites trailing down your chest and thighs
sweet whispers of i love you’s
lots and lots of ass grabbing
lets be S E R I O U S mark tuan is an ass person
but he would love each and every single inch of your body
but of course mark tuan isn’t anything but vanilla in bed
95% of the time you guys aren’t whispering sweet nothings into each others ears you’re moaning curse words out loud keeping up you’re neighbors for the 3rd night in a row
which one of the main reasons you don’t sleep over at the dorms half of the time
heavy breathing and tiny lil whimpers coming out of his mouth simply because YOU WORK HIM SOOO GOOD!!!!!!!111!!1!!!!!!
long line of curse words leaving each others mouths with moans coming right after each one of them
finishing each other still feeling as euphoric as you did in the moment
mark picking up his t shirt and putting in on you and laying you back down taking you into his embrace
staring at each other in silence as he strokes your hair feeling lucky as ever because you’re his girl and he’s yours while feeling content over the fact that his family may be thousands of miles away but he has never felt so at home laying down next you in each others embrace
thinking about the future but not to far into it because all he knows is that he wants you by his side forever and that’s all he is asking for
being perfect in each others eyes
OKAY IM GONNA STOP BC MY HEART IS NOT OKAY JUST KNOW MARK TUAN IS A PERFECT ANGEL THAT DESERVES THE WORLD
PS. DON’T FORGET TO REQUEST MORE OF THESE OR WHATEVER YOU GUYS WANT!!! ly
is how I personally do readings when I’m being fancy. I’m not saying
your way is wrong.
“Hi, nice to meet you! Thank you for letting me read for you
you need to do this in order to feel comfortable. “Just as a
reminder, this reading, as with all
readings, should be taken in context of your personal experiences and
with a grain of salt.”
their question, especially if you had to slightly alter the wording
to fit your method of divination. “I am reading for the question,
‘what will my love life be like next month?'”
your reading. “Today I drew for you three cards…” “Today I
cast these fives stones…” etc.
interpretations. “The Lovers card means you will have a healthy and
fruitful romantic life in the upcoming month!”
what about your tools helped draw you to this interpretation. This
adds an extra layer of depth to any reading. “I was especially
drawn to how the Lovers are holding hands, with a dove over them.”
“I noted the close proximity of the Fehu rune to the Isa rune,
reading with the holy trinity: Intuition, Appearance, and Book
your intuition to flow forth and unite your spread in to a coherent
the spread as it lies before you. Research
extra textbook meanings to ensure nothing is missed.
entire spread in to a paragraph. Hit your main points, reiterate the
important messages, and give your querent a bite-sized takeaway of
the entire reading. I believe summarizing is important even for one
card, one rune, etc., spreads.
IMAGINE: It was no secret that Bucky hated his past, how he regrets being the Winter Soldier. What happens when he meets someone that can change his mind?
[gif is not mine. requests are open. let me know what you think]
warnings: swear words, brief harassment, small violence.
word count: 2.4k +
‘He had built up walls for years, keeping everyone out. Then she came into his life and with a touch of her finger the walls crumbled into ashes.’
Everyone knew that Bucky wasn’t one to converse with anyone, to talk to anyone let alone spend a minute in a room with someone that wasn’t Steve. He grunted and nodded, but no actual words ever came out of his mouth. He kept quiet, he kept to himself. No one really knew him, Steve did, but still…There were some things that he kept to himself, things that kept him up at night -waking from his nightmares, knives sheathed out panicking and looking around the room. He hated himself, he hated that he caused a war within a group, forcing everyone to take sides. Even years later when everything was settled, he still felt guilty thus he kept to himself. Maybe, just maybe if he didn’t speak and just did what everyone wanted him to do he could chip away the guilt.
He remembers the day vividly, it’s as if it’s a movie in his head, one that he can replay over and over again. He can pick out the exact moment that he knew in himself that she was going to change him.
“(Y/N), you have to be calm when you meet them, okay kid?” Tony looked over the kid next to him. Granted that she wasn’t a kid anymore, she was still a kid to him. “You can’t embarrass me, I have a reputation to uphold.”
(Y/N) barked out a laugh as she saw Tony puff out his chest, “I cross my heart that I won’t embarrass you.”
Tony smiled at her and opened the door, she instantly saw all the Avengers lounging around -some sitting down, some playing pool and some in the kitchen. He cleared his throat and they stopped and stared at him. “This is (Y/N),” he gestured the awed girl beside him.
She smiled at the group and waved, “I’m his love child,” she waggled her eyebrows and laughed out loudly when she saw the expressions on their face.
“She’s not,” Tony deadpanned. “What did I say about embarrassing me?” She shrugged in reply. Turning back to the group he explained, “She’s a recruit from Isla Nublar, Tony wanted her expertise on something. Plus, I’ve also known her since she was little so she’s like a little sister to me, so if any of you hurt her I will seriously kill you.”
“You can’t just mildly kill them?” (Y/N) teased and she received a jab from him. As they went around the room, introducing (Y/N) to everyone, she was awestruck by just how ordinary they were. Of course she kept up on the details, not hard to really. But it was so different, they were just normal people who were expected to drop everything to fight off the next evil.
After the introductions, she went to the kitchen to fix herself something to eat as everyone was heading to the gym. “For a bunch of superheroes they surprisingly have a lot of junk food in the fridge,” she mused to herself, thinking out loud. “Ooo, lasagne.” She picked out the heavy dish and turned around but bumped into someone.
“SHIT! I am so sorry,” (Y/N) looked at the lasagne and then back to the figure. Their black uniform was covered in red and white sauce. “I got lasagne on you,” she began wiping it off his uniform, after three wipes she realised how awkward it was.
She smiled sheepishly and look up at the man, “Sorry, didn’t mean to awkwardly touch you.” (Y/N) was going to say more but she stopped when she saw who she was talking to. It was Bucky Barnes. She read up on him, fascinated by history as both James Barnes and the Winter Soldier. “It’s not everyday that you get to live the tale that you accidentally dropped lasagne on an infamous assassin.” She tried to lighten the joke being the idiot as the was.
Bucky looked down at her, veiled amusement in his eyes. “Don’t really know the protocol for throwing lasagne at an assassin so forgive me if I don’t know how to act, I’m usually much cooler than this.” She gave him a toothy smile. (Y/N) wasn’t nervous, not at all, nor was she embarrassed.
“It’s okay,” his voice was rough from the lack of use. To his ears it sounded foreign, but to her it sounded beautiful.
“Do you want me to pay for dry-cleaning?” He tilted his head. “Uh, dry-cleaning is like this fancy service that you use when you want something to be professionally cleaned.” She sounded so unsure, but at the same time her voice was gentle and not at all patronising.
“I know what dry-cleaning is,” he gave her a small quick smile.
She found that she liked it when he smiled, he seemed younger and more relaxed even though she saw it for at least 3 seconds. “That’s good, that’s good.” She muttered, then looking down at the floor. “I haven’t been in the compound a day and I’ve already made a mess.” (Y/N) walked to the counter to fetch the kitchen roll, once in her hand she bent down and started wiping.
“Want some help?” Bucky knelt down and ripped some paper.
Maybe it was the way that she didn’t seem afraid of him and she treated him like a normal person. Or maybe it was because she made him laugh -something that hasn’t happened to him for so long. Or maybe it was her small, awkward yet charming smile that made him feel lighter than he’s ever felt before.
From that day on Bucky seeked out (Y/N), he came out of his room more, stayed in rooms longer than before. Of course everyone noticed his odd behaviour, it was hard not to. Bucky didn’t actively participate in conversations, but when (Y/N) asked him a question, flashed him a smile, or tried to include him in the conversation he reciprocated.
They were sitting in the living room, Stranger Things playing on the television. “You’re enjoying this,” she teased as she saw him lean in trying to figure out the scene.
Bucky leaned back nonchalantly and turned his head towards her, “It’s…different.”
He nodded hesitantly. “It’s nice.”
She smiled triumphantly and leaned back, her arms touching his lightly. She tried not to think of how warmth seemed to radiate of him, or just how nice he smelt.
(Y/N) passed him the pizza, “Thanks, doll.” (Y/N)’s hand froze and turned to him.
He felt his face redden, and his hands clamp up. He didn’t mean to say that out loud, he didn’t mean for that nickname to slip. He didn’t turn to her, afraid of her reaction. It was an intimate nickname for someone, so he wouldn’t be surprised if she got up and left, never speaking to him again.
She made an appreciative noise, “I like that.”
Startled, he turned to her, “What?”
“I like that. It’s cute and it’s very you,” she gave him a grin and a wink. “Doll,” she tried it out, rolling the word off her tongue.
He smiled at her when she clucked her tongue, “Don’t I get a nickname?”
She narrowed her eyes, smiled and tilted her head, “Hm, what to call you. Buckster?” She tried out and she chuckled at his horrified expression. “Buckarro?” He poked her this time. “I know, I’ll call you James.”
This time he chuckled, “That’s my name, not exactly a nickname.”
“Except no one calls you that and that’s why it’s perfect. Everyone calls you Barnes, or Bucky, but never James. The name is something just the two of us,” she smiled at him.
He felt his heart quicken and reciprocated her smile. It was genuine and it was wide. It was the smile that he would have had on his face practically all the time back in the 40s. As they continued watching the show, he realized that he liked it when she said the two of them. ‘Just between the two of them.’ He smiled, contented for the first time.
(Y/N) stood in line, trying to memorize everyone’s drink order. She felt a hand touch her backside and she turned around, “What are you doing?”
The man behind her gave her a lopsided smile. Even under the bad fluro lights she could see that his eyes were glossy and he could hardly stand on his on two feet. “Hey there pretty lady.” He gave her a wink and (Y/N) screwed up her nose in disgust. “Don’t be like that,” he tried to touch her arm but she yanked it away.
“Don’t touch me,” she growled, her arms ready to fight just in case.
“Come on, pretty lady,” he yanked her by the waist and she yelped. (Y/N) hardly had time to hit the man as he was yanked off her. She tumbled to the ground, and watched as Bucky hit the man over and over again. Noticing how hard the punches were she pulled herself up and ran to where Bucky was.
“Bucky!” He didn’t turn around. He held the man’s collar and pulled his hand back to punch him again. “Bucky! Bucky!” (Y/N) ran and touched his shoulder, “James.” This time he turned around. Letting the man go.
She saw how his eyes and his face were different, she tentatively touched his cheek, “James, come back to me darling. Come back to me.” She rubbed his cheek affectionately, “I’m here, just come back to me, please.”
His gaze softened, and he cupped the hand that was on his cheek.
Bucky was sure that (Y/N) would have ran away, fleeing as she saw the side of him he desperately never wanted anyone to see, especially her. But all she did was hold his hand, nodding to Steve and took him outside leading him to the car.
Once they were in the safety of the complex, (Y/N) opened Bucky’s door and pulled him in. “Are you okay?”
He didn’t answer, instead he fell to his knees. (Y/N) knelt down and pushed back his hair, “Buck?”
“I’m sorry,” it was soft and she could hardly hear him but at the same time she could hear it clearly, the emotion; the heartbreak, anger and sadness.
(Y/N) launched herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck, squeezing him tighter as each second passed by. Once they broke apart she looked at him, “Never, ever apologize for that. Never apologize for that James.”
“I let him out, I never wanted to let him out.”
She could have burst out crying at how small he sounded. “No matter what, he will always be a part of you James, you can never erase him but,” she closed her eyes and shook her head. “Don’t ever be ashamed for something that you never did. You needed to be brainwashed, you needed a long time to transfer from James to the Winter Soldier. You’re not him.”
Bucky wrapped his arms around her, never letting her go, “You’re not him. You’re Steve’s Bucky, you’re my James, you’re our Barnes. Never forget that.” She gave him a kiss on the top of his head, “Even if you do, I’ll always be here to make you remember.”
“Always.” It was such a simple word but it was filled with so much more than it could possibly contain. He felt his heart open, and it all it took was one word for his walls to be tore down.
It was a casual day, there was nothing important. She was in her pyjamas, and he was in his gym clothes. Both of them sat at the kitchen counter, each eating their respective breakfast.
“What would you say if I asked you on a date doll?” He didn’t look at her, fear of her rejection.
She placed her spoon down, “I would say that it took you long enough James.” When he looked up he could see her smile, happiness radiating off her face.
He was Bucky before. He was known for charming the dames, being everyone’s friend and always being there for Steve. Then he was known as the Winter Soldier. He was adored. One of the greatest killing machines that HYDRA has ever created. He was feared.Then he was Barnes. Long gone was Bucky (though not for Steve, he would always be Bucky for Steve), buried underneath everything, and long gone was the Winter Soldier. He was Barnes and he was part of the Avengers. He was accepted. Finally, he was James. Her James to be exact. He was understood, loved and adored. She was the one person that managed to find him when he was so lost in the dark. She was the beacon in his life that he longed for, that he thought was long gone because of the atrocities that he committed.
But here she was, next to him, one of her arms carelessly tossed on his stomach, one under the pillow. As Bucky stroked her hair, she softly groaned and lifted her head. “Hey Buck, is it morning yet?”
He gave her a small smile. “No, not yet.” (Y/N) sat up and stretched, then with a grin she straddled him.
She grabbed his metal arm and fiddled with his fingers, “You know we could just etch the ring on your finger, I mean you won’t ever lose it that way.” (Y/N) leaned forward and laid on his chest.
He loved this position, mostly because he could feel her heartbeat. “I’m not you, doll, I mean how many times have you lost your ring?” He felt her lightly smack him, and he started running his hand down her back.
“Shut it, you love me.”
“Maybe I don’t.”
“You’re marrying me.”
“Eh,” he gave her a shrug and sat back up.
“Do I have to convince you that marrying me would be the greatest thing ever?” She grinded her hips against his, and smirked when he groaned.
“The greatest thing ever was meeting you doll,” he sat up and kissed her.
Bucky managed to find someone to break him out of his shell. A person who managed to keep the nightmares at bay, even on the rare occasions he had them she was there right by his side, brushing his hair back and whispering comforting words in his ear. He found the person that managed to love his past even when he couldn’t.
I created this spell to help deal with intrusive thoughts and sensory overload, but I’m pretty sure that it can be used for almost anything. It’s great because it only takes a few minutes to cast and I can use it with essentially no spoons once it’s set up.
Essentially, the goal is to create a stone that serves as an anchor to the physical world and as a connection to the strength of the earth. You can bond the stone to yourself or to a kintype/facet/alter/etc.
Step 1:find a stone. It can be any stone, but if you prefer some type of crystal, that’s okay. The only things that matter are that it can be carried with you without breaking and that it feels good in your hand. If you feel like charging it, go ahead (maybe moonlight for calm?) but you definitely don’t have to.
Here are my two anchor stones (the larger one is bonded to my main self and the smaller one is for a kintype)
Step 2: Bonding. This is the incantation I used. Feel free to modify it or add parts to give your anchor stone a specific purpose.
Hold the stone in your hand until it begins to reach the temperature of your skin. Focus on the sensations of holding it, especially the weight in your hand. If you’re bonding it to a kintype, shift to the kintype beforehand. If you’re bonding it to a facet or alter, have them front or co-front while the spell is being done.
My name is [name] and this stone is me
I claim it as my anchor
It will be my connection to the earth from whence I came
May it give me strength
May it help me find strength within myself
Let us be one
You only have to do this once. When you do, the stone is bound to you. You can use it whenever you need.
Step 3: Use. Hold the stone in your hand. Focus on its strength and the strength of the earth and either say or think “lend me your strength”. When you’re feeling better, say or think “thank you” and put your stone down. Don’t worry if you forget, it’s mostly a formality.
I normally carry my main anchor stone in my pocket so it’s easily accessible. This has the added benefit of keeping it close to my skin so it can adjust to my energies over time. If this doesn’t work for you, do whatever feels right. This is a spell based entirely on instinct, so it should be even more subjective than most magic.
hello friends! to celebrate the 815 followers that this little blog now has (whaaaa?!! thank you all so much!), i’ve decided to put together a list of some of my favorite whump tropes and situations. you know. for reference. ;) what are some of your favorite whump-y moments? i’d definitely love to know!
now… let the fun begin!
hiding potentially fatal injuries (if untreated) to avoid distracting their friends from the task at hand
pale skin, dark shadows under their eyes, lines of pain around their mouth, shaking hands, hunched shoulders, raspy breathing, blood staining the fabric of their (dark) clothes, sweat beading on their forehead
stumbling and staggering along (especially when it’s the leader of the group, so the entire team of friends can see and exchange worried glances behind their back)
hands on their elbows to steady them when they threaten to topple over
the almost asked “are you okay” or “do you need help”
worried glances, obviously conflicted about whether to confront them about the obvious signs of injury or to hover nearby, awaiting the inevitable
when they finally collapse – whether it’s planned, slumping casually to the ground to “rest”, legs uncoordinated and trembling, their back against a tree, eyes slipping shut in exhaustion and pain and finding themselves unable to get back up, collapsing with a cry of pain when it’s attempted – or if it’s sudden and unexpected, the staggering getting worse as they walk, hands reaching for the wall, an obliging tree, or a friendly shoulder, the murmur of a name on their lips right before their eyes roll back in their head, legs folding underneath them
worried friends desperately running instantly to their side, gripping their shoulders, smacking their (too pale) face or
the "hovering friend” being just close enough to catch them as they crumple, hands on their arms, hands supporting their head as they’re lowered gently to the ground
“wake up! hey, don’t do this to me. stay with me, you hear me?”
“stay with me!” and “don’t do this to me!” in general (i just realized i kind of wrote a story there… heh. give me a show (i’m familiar with) to write it for, and i’ll do it. ;))
“i’m okay, don’t worry about me. we need to focus on —-” (especially if it’s a person that needs rescued, helped, found, etc)
hands holding them down, hands smoothing back hair, whispered nothings
“hey, hey, it’s okay, stop trying to move, alright? we have to take care of this before you —”
dabbing sweat off a fevered brow, reassuring voices in the midst of delirium
trembling (bloodstained) hands scrabbling for the fingers of a friend, the grip turning their knuckles white when it’s finally in their grasp
only one person (the best friend, preferably, or the one they were injured protecting, or the one who was with them through the ordeal) being able to calm them in the throes of fever (or drug-induced nightmare) in the aftermath
unexplained weakness and exhaustion, especially due to some supernatural force, side effects or sacrifice (Stiles, Teen Wolf 3b was my whump heaven)
waking up in pain with no accessible medical help or morphine, their eyes fluttering open, gaze flickering weakly, barely able to turn their heads to the worried faces of their friends as they hover nearby
“can you hear me? hey, can you hear me?” as their eyes flutter closed
muffled screams, hands over mouths, whispered “i’m sorry”s as a friend tries to clean / bind / analyze a wound while preventing them from alerting the enemy / predator to their location
shaking, sweating, in so much pain they can hardly speak
pain when they breathe, every breath like molten lava in their chest
winces, shuddering, hitching breaths, gasping for air
“i can’t… breat–i can’t breathe”
fast, panting gasps in the aftermath of a painful ordeal
fingers going limp, releasing the hand of a friend or slipping off an object they had seized in the midst of their agony
when their focus blurs, breathing fast and shallow, head slumping to the side as they lose consciousness (from pain, blood loss, etc)
strangled cries from between gritted teeth, hitched breaths when the injury is inspected, blood soaked clothing pulled away from the crusted wound
seizures, bodies arching off hospital beds, frantic fingers trying to hold them down as the bed rails shake with the force of the fit
an oxygen mask being pressed forcefully over their face, the command to “leave it be, you need all the help you can get”
the frantic search for a friend, the desperate, determined “they’re alive, i know it, they have to be”
the moment when the lost is found, the choked whisper of their name as they rush to their side, hands lifting their head off the floor, the harried search for injuries
the “oh my god. oh my god. hey, we need a medic in here!” shout, desperate, tinged with fear, then the barely disguised tremor in their voice as they turn back to their friend, whispering, commanding, “you’re gonna be okay, you hear me? you’re gonna be fine.”
found unconscious (or barely conscious) on the floor and someone sits behind them, physically dragging their head and shoulders into their lap, gentle fingers smoothing the rumpled hair and pale face
arms wrapped around their chest, slow, shuffling movements, the winces of pain as they climb into a vehicle, head pressed against the window, the worried glance of the driver at the hitching breaths as the car hits bumps in the road
I’m positive that there are more, but this is all I can think of right now; more to come, I’m sure! ;)
I wanna talk about this. With all of you. About the moments which very subtle and imperceptible but gold. Here we go.
The first one from the MMA 2016, when performance was fucking amazing beautiful. In short, what I see: Hoseok looks at Jimin and, obviously, smiles until the second one turns around and notices it. Hoseok quickly looks away and removes a smile from his face, as if he was caught (think how many times you did like this when you watched for someone), and Jimin pretends that he doesn’t notice it, but in the end he smiles when turns back. I MEAN IT why are you so bad for each other, dear lord (why I describe it in such detail lmao).
151218 fanmeet - oh, dear Jiminnie, are you jealous? ‘Cause your displeased face speaks for itself and Hoseok clearly knows how to make you relax (of course he knows, you’re two massage buddies) (also idk but I see Hoseok’s hands on Jimin’s knee).
3rd anniversary (if you find this video on their channel, then here is the timing - 24:00) - Hoseok winked, what the hell…
(timing - 41:16) GET A ROOM
thank all of the gods for existence of bon voyage
is it convenient for you to sit like this? (especially holding hands wow incredibly)
a.k.a. some things never changes
OKAY I think I need to stop and chill.
(And I apologize in advance if I had took someone’s original - write to me about it, if you need it. I just don’t remember where I got from the part of gifs.)
The time has come for Romantic Ignis. AKA one of my fav Ignis’s. I may or may not do a Blind!Ignis rendition of this… because Blind!Ignis is my all time. Put Blind and Romantic Iggy together = dead blindbae.
so vld is confirmed to run for 8 seasons right? if that's the case and say sheith will be end game, at what point in the series would you want them to be canon?
hmm thats tricky. i know a lot of people would probably prefer it sooner than later, but i would much rather have relationships that werent rushed or forced. also, i dont think either of them is in a good headspace for it right now. keith in particular with his abandonment issues and constantly “afraid that he’s gonna say or do something wrong and he’s gonna lose shiro” isn’t ready for a relationship. His immediate readiness to sacrifice everything for shiro without even questioning it is admirable, but i dont think shiro would ever want that. obviously shiro would still risk a lot for keith, still does things like trying to fight off everyone at the marmora base for his sake. but id argue bom proves that before shiro, keith had nobody (aside from his dad, who he already lost). And even after bonding with team voltron, he still doesnt think any of that matters if he loses shiro.
also, if we still go by the fact that keith’s worst fear is feelings, i think it’ll be a while before he’s ready to confront them. particularly if doing so runs the risk of losing his friendship with shiro.
Of course, we also know that keith is somewhat touch averse despite this craving for some kind of intimacy (you can see it in the way he immediately tenses up and then slowly relaxes anytime he’s hugged with the exception of shiro). In a way, this problem also extends to shiro. shiro, who thinks that the galra have twisted and warped him into a weapon, who feels that he can’t even trust his own body or memories, who struggles with this notion that he is both unworthy as a paladin and a leader. If you look at kuro and crystal venom, shiro’s worst fear seems to be turning into exactly what the galra tried to make him. and then he finds out that zarkon was the previous black paladin, that black saw the same fire in zarkon she saw in him, and all that fear and doubt is compounded. so i could imagine shiro would be very hesitant about having a partner now, not to mention how any physical contact he experienced during that year in prison always resulted in pain. ironically, the first gentle touch he receives on earth isn’t only human, but also galran. the fact that keith reaches out to him again outside the shack without hesitation is also notable, especially compared to when shiro holds out his galra hand to lance.
you see lance’s hand stop and it flinches away, and he stares at shiro sadly before offering a smile and reaching back. just to be clear, i dont think there’s anything wrong about lance doing this. it shows he’s empathetic and its really crashing down on him what kind of hell shiro’s been through. and you see how choked up keith looks when he first sees shiro after all this time. but when he’s actually in front of shiro? he stays calm and grounding, tries his best to reach out and act like nothing’s changed. keith never hesitates, never shies away from shiro’s touch or startles from it the way he does around others. and after his time in space prison, i think shiro needs that honestly. Still, that doesn’t change the fact that shiro seems to hold people more at arm’s length after kerberos. With keith their easy, casual intimacy with one another certainly helps, but i imagine a romantic relationship would still be a big adjustment after everything they’ve both been through.
ideally i could see them working up to something like flirting or dating around seasons 5-6. of course, then you also have to ask: what would cannon sheith look like? becuase honestly, i think the answer is: not very different. They already seem to be pretty open about their affection, and we already know shiro is keith’s most important person. I can see them maybe holding hands occasionally or being more into hugs. maybe going on “space dates” every now and again on more lowkey missions like the space mall. but voltron is also a sci-fi adventure, so romance wont be the focus. It’s also a matter of what they can and can’t get away with in terms of censorship (which is really shitty, i know) but thankfully staff already said netflix seems to allow for more opportunity with representation. and this is the same studio who said they wanted to make it expressly clear that korra and asami were together. im thinking the most romantic voltron will get though is like pining, the exchange of little physical reassurances (hugs, shoulder touches, pats on the back, ect), and a mutual confession. maybe a kiss good luck or goodbye during a really emotional scene.
anyway, season 3 will be a lot of background info and flashbacks i think, which we really need. i feel like the direction of their relationship will end up depending on whatever they had going prekerberos, especially if either of them had feelings for the other that they never confronted before voltron. i think everyone would take some time off from their relationships for season 7 and most of 8 though, you know, put stuff on hold while they gear up for the final battle. a big emotional farewell before the last fight would be really good though.
and see now, the thing about relationships that i think a lot of people forget when it comes to “cannon ships” for an action adventure series like this is that…well…if a ship becomes cannon at some point, it doesnt mean that they’ll stay together for the rest of the show. sometimes it happens fast and burns out, or people break up and make up a lot, or they try to work things out but just drift apart. so i think id much rather it happen later than sooner because, with show like this, i think that gives them a better chance of staying together? like, the thought of keith being in a relationship with allura and then shiro or vice versa seems to be treated like something impossible, but relationships dont work out and partners deicide to see other people all the time? its even possible keith will have the occasional one episode romantic interest that’s never revisited, like the mer-alien that kissed lance. so anyway, im not too worried if it takes them a bit longer to get together.
I know you have already done a lot of the ship posts (and they are all phenomenal and accurate af) but can you pretty please do Jesper and Wylan from six of crows/crooked kingdom? Xoxo <3 <3 I can't get enough of your writing tbh! Your such an inspiration, dude. <3 <3 <3 <3
I’m SO sorry this took so long, you’re such an absolute sweetheart and also christ I’ve never been called an inspiration before holy.. god
they’re genuinely so good neither of them would ever TRY to hurt the other, and they’re both so tender and apologetic if they ever do. I think I’m gonna have to say jesper though just because. he’s still a little stirred by his addiction (to trouble! to bringing two guns to a gun fight! to gambling! to love!) and he’s got some jealousy and sensitivity baked into him, bless him. I feel like he’d run a risk and break Wy’s heart by accident, a little bit
who is emotionally stronger?
a genuine toughie bc they’ve both survived and persevered so MUCH. I think in terms of immediate reactionary instincts, Jes is better at letting bad vibes roll right off of him. He’s made of smiles. He’s trouble and a good time rolled into a waistcoat. If you insult him he only gets stronger. Wy was raised in silk and champagne but he was raised BY an absolute monster so. he’s a very bruised peach. criticism pierces him v easily. Though in a more fundamental way, wylan has fashioned his past trauma into a shield. by the end of ck he’s building himself new emotional strength with his bare hands
who is physically stronger?
ohhh man. They’re both noodle boys. Wylan is too smart for exercise. Jesper does his fighting at a 20 metre distance from his target. Jesper is bigger than wylan but most of his size is gangly and delightful and awkward. I think jes could probably still beat wylan in a pinch, but I’m more caught up in how funny it would be to see them try to fight it out
who is more likely to break a bone?
man I’m tempted to say jesper just bc he seems like he would be…… brittle. I think he gets into scrapes a lot. I think wylan starts to get into p frequent scrapes by nature of being the sixth crow. I think the both of them are so busy worrying about each other’s fights that they neglect their own and trip off a building or smth
who knows best what to say to upset the other?
I think wylan can be a nasty piece of work when he’s pissed enough. like he may be a silk eared puppy but he’ll chew your shoes and track mud around if you forget to feed him. jesper doesn’t have a malicious bone in his body man, I think he’s a sarcasm queen and a joker but he’s definitely not mean
who is most likely to apologize first after an argument?
I think jesper’s constantly assuming he did something wrong and he sits down with wylan 100% serious like ‘babe.. im so, so sorry. I never wanted to be the sort of person who made you look sad like that, we’re past that, I truly made a promise–’ and wy would be like ‘what no I was sad bc a screw on my flute is loose and I couldn’t practice today’. but also yeah if it’s a serious fight they make up in a rush, and they laugh at themselves, and they use their energy for something better
who treats who’s wounds more often?
here’s the thing about the crows man, they’re always sustaining minor injuries as a team and it’s a win if they live, right? All I can picture is the roar of activity when they pull off a job and they come back limping and bleeding and swearing and crowing w joy, and jes and wy take their seats opposite each other and clean wounds, kiss foreheads, smooth back sweaty curls, squeeze hands, make promises. the routine, u kno
who is in constant need of comfort?
uhhh both of them (it’s always both my guy jot that down). Wylan has 16 years of shitty imposed self loathing to unlearn, and traumatic experiences all over him. jes has lost a lot (including his mom) and he struggles with addiction so like. yeah they both need comfort. they both wake up w the phantom feeling of a mother’s arms around their shoulders. they’ve both seen the very worst of humanity. They’re just two nervy, high stress kids trying to figure things out
who gets more jealous?
lmao WYLAN VAN ECK did y’all read his scenes in crooked kingdom that boy is NOT SHARING. he glared real holes in kuwei’s head guys. jesper tbh is a terrible flirt and a HANDFUL and wylan is happy. to have his hands full. no one else.
who’s most likely to walk out on the other?
who will propose?
u bet ur ASS it’ll be jesper. Imagine wylan’s blushing face…… he’d do it for that alone. tbh there’s probably a point in their relationship where jesper’s outrageous flirting isn’t enough to get that pretty blush from wylan like he’ll roll his eyes and shove jes in the shoulder and w/e but they have to have increasingly ridiculous conversations about kinks or w/e until that blush comes out. jesper’s like ‘dang. guess I gotta step up the romance. what’s the most romantic thing? marriage? marrying wylan? son absolutely where do i sign’
who has the most difficult parents?
lmao lm a o lmaooo Lmao LMAO lmao
who initiates hand-holding when they’re out in public?
I feel like depending on the social climate of Ketterdam, hand holding might not be on the table?? especially for two criminals associated w the bastard of the barrel like idk man I can’t picture it. they don’t want to draw attention to themselves (well i mean. jes wants to. but they can’t). I think they’re all about sly glances and the most obvious smirks you’ve ever seen, and brushing shoulders!! brushing shoulders are their makeouts
who comes up for the other all the time?
they’re always together man bf’s that blow shit up together and live together stay together so like they rarely have the opportunity to talk about each other. howEVER jesper probably mentions his boyfriend in the middle of a hand of poker w an inappropriate smile or gushes to w/e prisoner he’s breaking out of jail or makes Kaz’s day weird by trying to confide in him
who hogs the blankets?
wylan is exhausted w luxury and jesper is a child who wants to be held so he rolls over and then over again so that wy always wakes up to a lapful of boyfriend and a roll of blankets and he has to wait for jesper’s heavy sleeper ass to arise so he can get up to pee
who gets more sad?
booooth – jesper is understated sad with a side of unnerving frowns, wylan is a wobbling mouth and clenched fists. Sometimes they stay in the Wylan Van mansion and lock the doors so the maids can’t come in, and they bring the lavish decorative pillows into a heap on the carpet and feed each other sweets and rub each others backs and laugh and laugh the darkness away. wylan sketches. jesper poses. there’s scheming & kaz impressions. jesper is a storyteller and he imagines out loud what nina or inej are up to at that very minute, controlling gravity and hearts and the sea and their lives
who is better at cheering the other up?
see above ^^ they both go pro at the comfort olympics. Jesper is that little bit better though. He’s a sweetheart with all the right words in his pockets. He knows how to chop wylan’s dad down like the overgrown dead tree that he is. he knows how to flirt a smile onto wy’s face. he maybe lacks delicacy sometimes, but he’s so fun and wholehearted and warm that he can’t really go wrong
who’s the one that playfully slaps the other all the time after they make silly jokes?
this is canon y’all, jesper is a lecherous bastard and wylan is equal parts disdain and delight. he absolutely will slap a boy
who is more streetwise?
god bless wylan but he knows a hell of a lot less about the streets than jes. He’s learning fast by the end of ck, but he’s still very sheltered in a lot of ways. Jesper has a few years under his belt, and he’s.. like tbh he’s a part of a gang so. He’s seen a lot. He’s participated in a lot. He has a pretty steep list of kills, same as every other survivor out there. He’s detached from the deaths but he’s been on the other side of a lot of bullets that have crumpled people up and thrown them in the trash. He knows his business, too. He knows Ketterdam. Well. Wy knows the half of it Kaz wants him to see.
who is more wise?
Wylan is utterly brilliant and Jesper is wholeheartedly here for it. What was that line again? ‘you’re cuter when you’re smart’? Wylan can think his way out of just about anything, the world belongs to him. jsyk
who’s the shyest?
Wylan absolutely what a sweetie. I mean a lot of it stems from unfortunate self esteem issues and a history of being burnt but a lot of it is pure soul deep candy sweet embarrassment and not knowing what to do w his own cute face. He doesn’t know how to deal w people a lot of the time. he knows sheet music & formulas. he does not know how to look at a boy with beautiful lips all curled up at him and not pass out
who boasts about the other more?
jesper is loudmouthed usually and he’s that much more loudmouthed when he’s in love, catch him talking to anyone who will listen about wy’s stupid face
who sits on who’s lap?
jesper would definitely try it, don’t even test him, he would fold all his crane limbs into wylan’s lap and say ‘hello peaches’ and wylan would have to slide both of them onto the floor to escape his embarrassment. on a good day, jes’ll scoop wylan into his lap and he’ll feel quiet, for a while