Warnings: language, hinted sexual/physical abuse, violence - Deadpool’s in it guys, it ain’t PG.
A/N: This is my take on the soulmate trope. It’s not necessarily an AU, because technically heartmate is canon in the Marvel world - at least with Wade’s comics. This part is an introduction to the characters!
Summary:You’re a mutant turned mercenary, working with the best merc around - Wade Fucking Wilson aka Deadpool. You are also someone who doesn’t believe in the whole heartmate crap. How could two people solely be made for each other? Steve Rogers is Captain America, Avenger extraordinaire. Call him old fashion, but he believed in heartmates and knew he had one out there. The two of you cross paths one day and things get set in motion. Can Steve get passed the jaded wall you built or would things just crash and burn? And will Wade Wilson finally learn to put the seat down after taking a piss? Who knows.
Summary: After the Avenger’s falling out, you were put in charge of putting Bucky together. Under King T’Challa’s orders, you were given a month’s time to create a new arm while simultaneously figure out how to get the triggering memories of his past out of his mind. As the time goes by, you found yourself confiding in him, despite his frozen state.
A/N: Sorry for the wait! This was a long and difficult one to write, phew!
Characters: Mitch Rapp, Stan Hurley, Aiden Breen, Ghost & Reader/OFC
Warning: male violence against female, torture, death. the usual.
Author’s Note: Watch Me! Also, thanks, thanks, thanks to @samann98 for allowing me to use her gif of Mitch straight up abusing that woman. Not only is her gifs great quality, but so is her blog. Go follow her :) She was an instant follow for me. Also, thanks to @obriens for that Mitch drowning gif. what a super babe, like, Linna is my source of all things Dylan and my love for her is undying for that. One last thank you to @sterek for Mitch with an AR, aka, my aesthetic. Really doing me fan service with these amazing gifs.
Summary: On the team’s first day in Rome, Ghost abducts Stan and sets the two young agents on a path that they cannot turn back from.
“What is it you think we do here?” Stan asked, leaning back into his chair and looking from the Fontana dei Quattro Fiumi to Mitch sitting across from him at the small table.
“Kill people who need to be killed.” Mitch answered nonchalantly.
“Exactly. At least you get that part of the job.”
“Play nice, boys. We were all getting along so well for a minute there.” You said dryly through their earpieces. Mitch looked across Piazza Navona to where you sat on the opposite side of the fountain, lazily eating gelato and people watching, trying to blend in with the tourists while actually keeping your eyes peeled for Ghost. “Wait, wait…. I think… Yea, no, I have eyes on Ghost. He’s heading towards the south end of the Piazza.”
Summary: You are on a mission of your own when you get caught by a certain superhero.
You take in a deep breath before taking a step out of the bright yellow taxi and shutting the door. You look straight up, scanning the wide, glass covered, thirty-floor building looking for anything out of the ordinary. You then nervously fix your blouse and straighten out your skirt before heading towards the main doors of the building. You understood why they picked you for this mission, but you were just the healer. You didn’t put your life at risk like this. Like the others….
“Y/N once you get through the doors there will be a security checkpoint. You are going to need to use the I.D. badge that I gave you and swipe it at the scanner. It should hopefully work and get you in,” says one of your teammates, Ida, through the intercom placed in your ear.
“Hopefully?” you hiss quietly, “You mean to tell me this might not work?”
“I am 99% sure that this will work. I mean, come on. It’s me we are talking about,” she replies rather smug.
reader almost gets bit on a run and Daryl is furious with her. They get back to
the prison and she asks him to teach her a thing or two about self-defense
against walkers and people. Sweaty training ends in rough smut, Daryl style. ;)
You hear the gates of the prison opening, one by one, as you
sit in the car with Rick and Michonne, waiting to leave the prison and go to a
town nearby to gather supplies. You wipe your hands up and down your jeans a
few times and take a few deep breathes, trying to calm your nerves. This was
the first run you had gone on with Rick’s group and you were nervous as hell,
but you wanted to prove your worth to the group.
Rick and Daryl had rescued you from a herd of walkers a few
weeks, your group had been overrun by a sudden herd and you had lost everyone,
you thought you were also gone until you saw Rick and Daryl run up to you, with
four walkers nearly on top of you, as they chomped at you, trying to grab your
flesh. The two men easily pulled the walkers off you and smashed their heads
in, using their boots and couple of iron rods in their hands. They had been in
the area looking for supplies at the time they heard you scream. You had never
been so glad to see other people in your life.
After that they offered you a place to stay at the prison,
Rick asked the three questions and you seemed to pass. The past few weeks you
had been lucky enough to have a roof over your head, a safe place to sleep, and
people who actually seemed to be decent human beings. It was like an
out-of-body experience for this world, you were so happy to have found them.
And then there was Daryl, one of the men who had saved you. Daryl was something
so different, you didn’t even know how to describe him. Shy but confident,
tough but sensitive, kind but harsh, he was the kind of man it would take a
lifetime to figure out and you certainly would have no problem with that.
You couldn’t help but notice this confident, yet nervous,
man, every time he was near you. He didn’t say much, but he always seemed to
have twenty things on his mind. You wondered what it would be like to hear all
those thoughts that never escaped his mouth. This run was important to you,
showing the group you could handle yourself. But Daryl? Daryl was more
important, in a world like this, there is no time to sit back and ponder.You wanted to be with him any chance you got.
Your head snaps back to reality as you hear Daryl’s
motorcycle roar to life in front of the truck you rode in. You see Daryl look
back at Rick and nod as he drove forward out of the gates, one by one. Rick
followed him out and you look back, seeing Carl and Sasha quickly closing each
gate behind your entourage. You bite your lip a little feeling the rush of
butterflies again in your stomach. You gripped the knife in your hand tightly,
almost drawing blood, you wince and put the knife back in the holster on your
side, continuing to play with your hands for the drive.
A/N: This is my first fic!!! I am really proud of it, I hope you enjoy. If you do please let me know what you thought, constructive criticism is always good! Enjoy!
Warning: stabbing, one cuss word, blood, death
ALSO NOT MY GIFS!
That is what it felt like when the knife entered your stomach. You had always thought it would be painless because of the shock and adrenaline. But no.. lucky you.
As the hydra agent removed the knife you felt the wound get warm. But the warmth continues to rise in intensity until it burns. It burns and stings and you can feel every bit of it. Putting pressure on it with your hands does not help the pain, but it’s necessary. Your knees give out and you use the wall behind you to slide to the floor.
The hydra agent pulls his gun out of his hip holster pointing it directly at your head. “You could join us you know. Help us take back the Winter Soldier… What do you say?” “Fuck you.” You replied spitting at the mans feet. “To bad, would have been nice to have worked with such a pretty face.” He then replaces his gun on his hip “hope he is worth the suffering” he spits menacingly then walks away.
You look down at your hands and see the blood still pouring out as if the pressure is doing nothing. You know you are losing too much blood too fast. It is pooling around your legs. At least the wound is cooling.
“My sections clear, Y/n do you want my help?” You hear Bucky say through your earpiece. “Y/n?” He says again. “I need help.” You say between shaky breaths as the panic of dying sets in. “Y/N!! I’m on my way sugar stay right there!”
Hearing his pet name for you puts a smile on your face. When you went against Tony and sided with Steve to save Bucky you never knew that feelings would blossom from it. You hadn’t even thought about anyone romantically since your boyfriend, Pietro, died 2 years ago. You and Bucky had been on a few dates, but you could never bring the relationship further because you were afraid. Afraid of what happened before to happen again. You couldn’t deal with that pain again.
“Y/N!” Bucky says as he round the corner. He sees the blood running to the floor, encasing you in a pool of blood that runs all the way down to your feet. Just seeing him sends the panic away, maybe having someone with you calmed you down. “Shit Y/n I’m going to get you back to the Jet. This is probably going to hurt.” Bucky says softly before picking you up.
But it didn’t. You couldn’t feel anything other than the cold of your wound and a want to sleep. “Bucky,” you say as your vision is slowly going darker, “I’m sorry.” “Stay awake alright? What do you have to be sorry for sugar?” He says as you see his eye well up with tears. “Not being ready. You’re amazing, it was all my fault.” “You did nothing wrong, I’ll wait for you as long as you need, you just need to stay awake.” You take your last bit of energy and reach up to touch his face. He was so handsome, you were so glad to have met him. Then it all goes dark.
You wake up and have to blink a few times to soften the blow of the bright light.
I know I said that I was going on a brief hiatus, but I figured while I was away, I’d leave you all with a gift. I finished this earlier today! It’s kind of a filler chapter about how the daughter of Queen of Hearts turns her attitude around.
HOPE YOU ENJOY <3
When Carlos turned back to you from watching Harry disappear into the darkness, he noticed the red splotches on your face, the watery glazed over look you held and the clenched fists. “What did he do to you? I’ll kill him, I swear, I’ll grab Jay and we’ll go teach the imbecile-,”
“Carlos,” you whimpered and collapsed to your knees, sobs escaping your throat as you whaled. Carlos rushed forward, grabbing you tightly as he pulled you into his chest, rocking you slightly. “He broke me,” you whispered as he wiped some of your tears, “I was stone cold but I was in love and he broke me.” You pulled the sleeve of your leather jacket down over your palm and blew your nose into it.
Carlos made a grossed-out face before tucking your face into your shoulder. “Let’s go back to Auradon, you don’t need to stay here, we’ll get Ben and bring him back. I don’t want you to have to deal with this, with him, especially if there ends up being a fight,” Carlos rambled on, you shook your head.
“Carlos, I can’t run away from my problems, that’s not me,” you cleared your throat and stood up. You shook your shoulders, almost wanting to rid the words that were exchanged between you and Harry. You walked to the wardrobe of clothes and pulled out a black leather pair of shorts and red tube top. “Carlos, I’m gunna need a pep talk please.”
He watched you disappear behind the rose decorated curtain and sat up. He scratched the back of his head and his eyebrows knotted together. Back in the day, when you were going to battle with other gangs, Carlos would give you a pep talk to get you ready to go. He hadn’t given one for quite some time. You popped your head out from behind the curtain. “Carlos?”
“Right sorry,” he cleared his throat, “You are the Queen of Roses, sweet as flower and dangerous as thorns. You may have been scorned but you are one of the core five and you cannot be messed with,” Carlos commanded with a strong voice as you laced up your bootie heels and applied some classic red lipstick. “You are one of the strongest and most powerful VKs this Isle has ever seen. You will show him that hell hath no fury like a woman scorned,” he told you and turned to see you stomp out from behind your wardrobe, dressed to the nines.
“You think this’ll make him sweat?” you asked with your usual playful pout. The sad exterior had washed away, though it echoed a bit inside your head. You were a VK and this was your ground to walk on. You wouldn’t allow Harry Hook to waste your time one more minute.
“Y/N, you look-,” just then, the door slammed open and Jay appeared through the door. He had Fairy Godmother’s wand in hand.
“You guys ready to head to the docks? We’ve got a King to save,” Jay glanced at Carlos, then to you. “Wow, Y/N, looking particularly-,”
“Rosy? Yes, that’s my specialty,” you smirked and grabbed Harry’s tricorn hat from your bed that he’d left behind. You placed it atop your head and cackled. “You know, I kind of missed just pushing down my feelings and being rotten to the core,” you grumbled before flicking your hair to the side and moving past them out the door. On your way out, you grabbed your double steel black knives from off the desk and placed them in your hip holsters, clipping the belt around your waist.
“Did I miss something?” Jay asked Carlos who shrugged.
“She did a Queen of Roses thing,” Carlos replied and stepped toward him.
“Push everything away and put her walls back up?”
“You bet, and we better follow her so that she doesn’t cause more damage than we need currently,” Carlos grumbled and the two chased after her, already halfway to the docks.
Summary: You are a new addition to the Avengers, and have only ever seen your teammates with their walls up. However, one by one they slowly start to let you in, and you finally see them as human.
A/N: I feel like this series will just get better and better. I’m starting to hammer out what I want the tone to be, and this was just a blast to write. I kind of want to talk about this part so I’ll put a longer author’s note after the tags for anyone who wants to read my thoughts about this part. Enjoy! And a giant thank you to everyone who read Tony’s part and liked, reblogged, commented, sent me an ask, etc. I was so motivated during this part and I know that that feeling will just get bigger and bigger!! :)
Warnings: language (some stronger swears here friends), mild (non-graphic) violence
okay so i picture ryan outside of the crew as a naturally fidgety guy. it’s never a ridiculous amount of movement, but it’s a jogging of a leg when he’s leaning against something, tapping his feet/playing with his shoes when he’s seated, hands always in pockets and at the back of his neck and running through his hair and rubbing at his mouth and scratching at his ear.
when he’s the vagabond, he has to hide who he is. everything is changed, from voice to posture. namely, every significant mannerism, everything that identifies him as ryan, disappears. he moves little outside of necessity, stands tall and intimidating and still.
but he just can’t seem to rein in his hands.
he tries, certainly, exercises a significantly increased level of control over his habits. vagabond is a different headspace, after all, the reservation and lack of identity drilled into himself. the vagabond doesn’t need to run a hand through his hair when he’s nervous, as it’s pulled back in a ponytail or tied up in a bun. the vagabond wears a mask, couldn’t rub at his mouth if he tried. the vagabond recognizes that he blushes from the neck up, and that touching the area in his habitual manner just brings attention to whatever moment of weakness his hand is trying to conceal.
but his fingers are itchy, his fingers don’t rest. they drum against his hip, against the holster of his pistol, against the hilt of his knife. they snatch up pens and throwing knives and twirl, roll them across scarred and skinned knuckles almost too fast to be seen. they are the only thing about the vagabond that are not controlled, not a well-oiled part of the machine.
maybe that’s why they are so very good at the artistry of torture.
Hanahaki Disease:an illness born from one-sided love, where the patient throws up and coughs of flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. The infection can be removed through surgery, but the feelings disappear along with the petals. It is assumed that when the object of pining passes on the disease goes with them.
“You’re a fool,” he whispered. His voice drowned out by the rain falling against brick and stone. The cough that shook his shoulders threw water in an array behind him. One hand held across his exposed mouth. The other clutched around his waist. It was a vain attempt to stifle the pain chasing each cough.
He glared down through bleary vision at petals and blood. The mixture a macabre declaration to his condition. Sapphire eyes blinked away droplets from long lashes, tried to focus on the painting his own suffering created. A trail of dead petals left like a neon arrow. A bullet was a more accurate descriptor but buckshot spread and created havoc - not any easy trail to follow. Again the coughing stopped him, braced against the grimy wall. His body wretched and shaking. Bloodied hand prints smeared over old brick. Stained the gray mortar a deathly shade of his courage long gone.
Just a little fluff I wrote while sitting out waiting for trick or treaters. This takes place somewhere during chapter 7. 🎃
Still working on Chapter 15, I promise it will be up sometime this week!
You emerge from your bedroom and head down the stairs, straightening your hat. Yondu is standing in the living room, peeking through the blinds. He’s dressed in a pair of black leather jeans that you didn’t know your brother had, as well as a white tank top and sleeveless leather vest. At his hip is holstered a fake toy ray gun that you found in the costume box. “There’s lil un’s comin’,” he says, turning around. He straightens as his eyes fall on you. “Well damn. I don’t know what yer supposed to be, but ya look mighty fine.”
You blush and retrieve the bowl of candy from the kitchen. “I’m a pirate,” you reply. You’re wearing a leather pirate hat, complete with feather, and a poofy sleeved peasant blouse, with a corset over the top, as well as some black leggings and knee-high boots.
He murmurs something that sounds like “sexy pirate,” but you’re not sure.
“Let me hear you say it,” you say.
He clears his throats and says, “Happy Halloween.” The slight staticky fuzz that always accompanies his words is gone - he’s speaking your language.
“Nice, you sound just like a Terran.”
He snorts, then jumps slightly as a chorus of young voices shouts “Trick or Treat!”
You grin and open the door, crouching down and holding out the bowl of candy. There’s a witch with a green face and a stuffed black toy cat, an Iron Man and a Hulk, and a Little Mermaid gathered in the porch. Their parents are at the end of the sidewalk, talking amongst themselves.
Yondu watches you, leaning just around the corner. Your eyes are sparkling, smiling widely and sweetly at the children. His heart swells. You’re really good with the kids, chatting sweetly with them and complimenting them on their costumes. You let the kids pick a couple pieces from the bowl in turns. The little boy dressed as Iron Man lifts his mask and says, “Thank-” but stops, mouth hanging open as his unsure eyes fall on Yondu.
Yondu stiffens for a second, then saunters over behind you and sticks his hands in his pockets. “Happy Halloween, kid,” he says in your language.
The child grins. “Happy Halloween!”
One of the parents shout back as the kids race towards them, “Thank you!” And all three children echo the call.
“You’re welcome!” you say, waving.
Yondu stays by your side for the rest of the evening, nervous once when you get up to get a couple mugs of hot spiced cider from the pan on the stove, because two older children come by.
“Whoa, your teeth are wicked!” one of them says. “And your eyes!”
“What are you?” The other asks, tilting his head.
Yondu’s eyes widen. He can’t answer, or he’ll give himself away with his alien speech.
“He’s a space pirate,” you say, appearing at his elbow, and handing him a mug. Yondu smiles at you in gratitude, and nods.
They seem satisfied with this answer. “Cool! Happy Halloween!
"Happy Halloween,” Yondu replies with a wave. He breathes a sigh of relief. “Nice save, baby.”
You wink at him as you sip at your mug. “I got your back, spaceman.”
“I know it,” he says, sliding an arm tentatively about your waist and drawing you into a one-armed hug.
“Ya know, Quill always went on and on about this Halloween thing. I guess I understand why. It’s fun for the kids.”
“It can be fun for adults too,” you say. You glance at your watch. “That should be all the trick-or-treaters for tonight.”
“Yeah, it’s a school night. They have to be in bed soon, and the little ones get tired pretty quickly walking around so much. You want to walk around downtown a bit with me?”
“Out - out in public? I dunno, honey.”
“Just for a little bit.”
He gives you a lopsided grin. “Aw, what the hell.”
Yondu’s a little edgy as you walk around downtown. The streets are fairly crowded - it’s not too cold tonight. To keep him calm, you hold onto his hand, which he holds tightly. You think you see a purplish blush flood his cheeks but can’t be sure in the dark.
Several people stop him, raise their phones to take a picture, but you stop them and tell them he’d rather not be photographed. They ask what he is, and you reply with the same answer as the kids.
One young guy laughs and slaps Yondu’s shoulder. “A space pirate and a real pirate. That’s an awesome couples costume, I’ll have to remember that one!”
“Couples costume?” Yondu asks, with a smirk at you, and you blush, smiling back.
As you walk, you see an unruly crowd of people dressed as punks and bikers jumping out and harassing people, especially women, down the street. You subconsciously draw closer to Yondu, who senses your uneasiness. He stands tall, and squeezes your hand slightly. “Jus’ keep walkin’, doll.”
As you pass the crowd, a few men lean forward to jeer at you, but stop as Yondu curls an arm protectively around your shoulders, flexing his bulging muscles. You glance up at him, and his ruby eyes are dark, narrowed to slits, his jaw set in a menacing expression that clearly says, “Just go ahead and try it.”
The crowd quiets until after they pass you, and you grin up at Yondu. “Thanks, spaceman.”
“I got your back, sweetheart.”
When you return to your house, you change into pajamas, put on a scary movie, and you curl up next to Yondu on the couch, drinking hot cocoa and eating Halloween candy.
“Happy Halloween, Yondu,” you say, reaching over and squeezing his hand. “I’m glad you could spend it with me.”
A/N: So this evolved into a Dean X Female Reader scenario from an amazing crossover couples ask. Because Dean is arrogant af and we’re trash. (Also don’t worry, I will be using a little of it in an actual crossover piece later) This is my first straight SPN fic, it is not great, I get it. My Smuturday pieces are meant to be fun, not in depth literature. xoxo Stu
The cloudless night sky encased the Impala as the Winchester brothers barreled down the back roads. Dean was rolling the radio dial to find a local classic rock station as Sam was reading an article on his phone. They had just finished up a case in Utah and were headed back to Kansas and their bunker home. Their phones buzzed at the same time, alerting them both meant that it was likely another hunter.
“It’s Y/N, she’s outside of Omaha and wants some help with a vamp nest.” Sam paraphrased for Dean.
“Christ, where’s she been?!” Dean chuckled. “When was the last time we saw her?”
Sam was shaking his head as he texted their fellow hunter back. “I don’t know man. The last time I remember seeing her is when we were on the lamb with the Leviathans posing as us.”
Dean was thinking, he rubbed his bottom lip. “What? No, I’ve seen her since then, I mean. Oh shit.”
“Dude, I think I saw her as demon-me.” Dean stared at his brother’s slowly smirking face.
“And?” Sam insinuated.
Dean rolled his eyes, “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Okay, sure. We’re just going to decapitate some vampires with her, might as well go in with awkward all over you.”
“Crowley was being Crowley, a dick. I think the phrase ‘last season’s bachelor reject’ may have been used?” Dean shrugged, comic worry on his chiseled features.
“Nice, Dean. No wonder she texted me, too.” Sam shook his long hair and called Y/N for the details.
Now that you have all your references, how do you get started? The first thing to do with any costume is to break things down into its base parts. Let’s use another Automata character as an example.
Her outfit can be broken down into the following parts:
When you break a costume down into its base components, it’s easier to see the individual pieces and pick a starting place. When you begin working on a piece, you might have to break things down even further. For example, the cloak can be further broken into the cloak, hood, tassles, decorations, and cloak clasp. Alternately, you can group things together; the gloves, kneepads, and hip holster could easily be grouped together as “accessories.”
So how about the machine?
We broke it down as follows:
Curved neck/shoulder/back portion
Electronics - Eyes
Electronics - Cooling
While “Electronics - Eyes” could belong with the head, we’re breaking it out as a specific thing we want to remember. “Electronics - Cooling” is also important so we want to make sure we build things with that in mind. If you need a wig or a specific makeup job, those need to be considered too.
The other thing we had to do was reassign the proportions. As you can see in the picture, the machine is shorter than a human with the shoulders lower and hands reaching the knees. The hands and legs are also very skinny. How do you translate that to a human?
Take a picture of yourself against a neutral background (front, ¾, side, back). If you have an image editing program, you can reduce opacity to 50-75%. Now you have a template you can print out to draw on or use an image editing program to scale images to. This is useful for scaling costumes with unusual proportions, but can also be good for scaling large props, or serving as a template for an original design.
This method helped us figure out the proportions for the machine as well as how to do the arms and legs. We also decided what to build the limbs from; Sintra and styrene because we have plenty of both on hand. Using materials we already have means we can put the budget toward other things. Both are also lightweight and durable.
We had a few ideas on how to do the head (paper mache, slush-casting), but decided to see if we could find something pre-made. After visiting a few plastic stores and home improvement stores and not finding anything, we found an acrylic globe online (that can be picked up at Home Depot; go figure).
For the torso, we originally wanted to find a garbage can or some other kind of large tube. Unfortunately, we couldn’t find a large tube or a garbage can that wouldn’t require large amounts of surfacing. We decided to go with EVA foam for the outside with a plastic frame on the inside. For the curved shoulder/back part we’re thinking about carving XPS board, but we haven’t fully decided yet.
Have plans in mind, but stay flexible too. Remember money isn’t the only cost, but also time, both for making and finding materials.
That wraps up this write-up. The next update will be the start of the build. See you then!
prince cassian & smuggler jyn (like han and leia) pls?
Boy oh boy did I do a thing…instead of a drabble this turned into a fic just shy of 3000 words (I also kinda probably tweaked this from what the prompter probably intended but….eh. It’s fine.) (EDIT: NSFW)
darling, i’ll tuck your name under my tongue
beneath his station, what he was doing. Cassian couldn’t bring himself to care.
The Blue Lion and its Connection to Keith’s Mom and Lance
So after watching the Blade of Marmora I started to think of
a few things and began to ponder exactly what the heck is going on there with
the whole group and Keith’s trial. As I was pondering I started to think back
to the first season and Lance and the Blue Lion and my head started to wrap
around ideas and twists and turns as I pondered.
So this is going to be a bit odd as far as posting goes
because I’m going to be partly working through this theory as I write this. So bear
with the stream of consciousness as I go. Are we good? Okay then, here goes
Now at the start of Season 1 we’re introduced to Keith through him showing off
the location on a map of the cave where the blue Lion was. Now he only knew of
the lion itself, but not that it was the blue Lion, and yet it called to him,
but in a different way then Lance. In the episode he indicated he was drawn to
the cave location as though some energy was telling him to search. When you
look at the wall that Keith’s made you’ll notice that he’s been making drawings
and taking pictures of the things he sees.
One of those things is a painting
much like the paintings of the Lascaux Cave of a blue Lion walking next to a
bunch of stags. Now it’s important to note that the Lascaux Cave paintings are
estimated to be 20,000 years old, and we know that Allura has been locked up
for only 10,000 years. Assuming that the war was going on for a while before
then, we can guess that the lion has been on earth and at the very least active
for around 10,000 years at the very most. However I think it’s earlier due to
the designs making me think that the Blue lion arrived at a later time then
10,000 years but still at a period where they could worship the lion as a god
Now something important that I didn’t notice at all, or
rather I had dismissed it and I think it’s going to play a larger role later.
Keith mentions that the cave painting indicate an arrival happening (that being
Shiro, or possibly the coming of the Galra) the very night that Shiro crash
lands on earth. The reason that this caught my attention is that in the episode
TBoM, we get an image of the Galra ship destroying everything in their path and
coming for Keith’s house. I honestly think that that scene isn’t what happened,
but rather what could have happened if Shiro had not shown up and Lance had
taken the lion off planet. The fact that the Galra had managed to get to Pluto
meant that they were coming after the earth and probably were looking for the
This becomes critical as part of the prequel area of the Voltron story. When
the group finds the lion location, we see Lance, not Keith activate the cave
drawings, to cause the blue energy to activate. What’s important isn’t just
that Lance activates it, indicating that he’s the Blue Lion’s new partner, but
also if you look at the left side of the wall you can see the Blue Lion sitting
with a sun above its head and people worshiping the lion and appearing to make
an army. There’s also other drawings that look like aliens and possibly
versions of the taller Galra.
When the team falls through the floor they end up in the
water (a connection to the Lion being connected to the water element) and its
eyes follow Lance as he moves around. Keith is also being drawn to it, but it’s
Lance that manages to activate the Lion to take down the force field. The fact
that there was a force field there indicates that the former owner made sure to
keep the Lion from being taken, meaning that they knew that the Galra was
coming for it. By the way the Blue Lion’s eyes flash when it sees Keith. This
is important to me, and also significant. The only time that the eyes flash is
when it stares at Keith.
When the activation circle occurs after Lance knocks on it
we see it take on the blue energy from the Altean magic. This same magic seems
to give Lance and the others a flash forward where they see the Lions forming
Voltron, and also producing the flaming sword (something they only just did
this season). Now looking at season two TBoM we get some interesting changes
here in regard to the story and what’s going on here.
When Keith is shoved into his memories we get some important
info from his father. When we get to see Mr. Kogane we notice that he has the
dagger. Now Keith has had that dagger from the start, and, according to Mr.
Kogane holding that dagger, that means that the Blade of Marmora was existing
BEFORE recent events. Meaning that the Blade’s group wasn’t just founded during
the time that Allura was sleeping, but rather…it was before she got shoved into
Mr. Kogane mentions that Keith’s mother is coming and we see him look outside
and the red lion roars. Some might say “Well that clearly means that Keith’s
Mom is connected to the Red Lion.” But no that’s not what’s happening there.
The Red Lion is sensing that Keith is in pain and trying to protect him. Just
as the Blue Lion sensed Lance and protected him as well. All this will make
sense I promise.
It’s also important to note that Keith states that he’s had
the blade all his life, meaning that he’s had the blade since he was very
little. If this is a fact that means that his mother had to have had the blade
as well for most if not all of her life.
She left the blade with Keith as a child, or possibly a baby.
So let’s take a quick look at the room that Keith sees
versus what we saw in the original episode. It’s the exact same, so either
Keith didn’t change anything save the wall, or what we’re seeing is what Keith
remembers of his own home and his dad was added to it. There are some
interesting differences and similarities. The various systems besides the wall
are now working. It’s clear that Keith’s father is fiddling with a device that
looks like a frequency reader, and on the wall there’s still pictures of the
cave and the solar system. This has me thinking that Keith’s father was being
called to as well by the lion, but why? For what purpose? Or did he happen to
find the wave lengths as Keith’s mom tried to call out to her fellow Paladins?
It’s also important that Mr. Kogane mentions that a number
of years have passes and that he too carries around the knife on his hip in the
same holster as Keith did. He also makes note that Keith’s Mother gave it to
him, which means that it was passed onto him for some reason.
When he looks
down on the knife he looks really sad and upset about something. There’s more
here than simply a mother and father situation.
Other factors that are important to this story. One is the
fact that Zarkon’s planet was destroyed, meaning that the Galra have no home
Hunk and Keith find the remains during their search for the
Weblum and here’s where all the pieces can finally come together.
So now that we have the facts from the show laid out, here
goes theory time.
A comet hit what was once the home world of the Galra, at
the time it was run by a young Emperor (Prince or King) Zarkon who was in an alliance
with King Alfor at the time. When the comet crashed it had enough material to
construct the Black lion and later the creation of other members of the lions.
When the lions were constructed Zarkon and Alfor decided that they were going
to create a team to act as protectors to the galaxy. Among those chosen was a
young female Galra who became Keith’s mother. Her name…Marmora.
So here’s what I think went down. The Galra Home world was
attacked by a far more deadly group, probably VLD’s version of old Voltron’s
Drule Empire who were a stronger and more ruthless than Zarkon could have
guessed. At the time of the attack Zarkon insisted that Voltron go and wipe out
the Drule, but the other members of the team said no, as it was far too
dangerous and could lead to some seriously bad things going down. However,
Zarkon, not pleased by this, took things into his own hands and made an alliance
with the Druids and the witch Haggar.
Fast forward several years and there’s all-out war between
the forces of Altea and the Galra who want a home as well as Zarkon who wants
Voltron so he can get revenge for the destruction of his home. As such Alfor
realizes the danger and locks away the princess then he and the other Paladins
decide to handle Zarkon on their own. Remember that Zarkon mentioned them
running away from him. During the Battle Alfor is killed, but the other Paladin’s
escape on his orders, three of which take their lions and someone else takes
the yellow Lion to hide it.
During this time of the war Marmora creates the Blade, a
group that is designed to oppose Zarkon and all his evil. Her group decides to
go underground, and she flees to earth to keep herself safe with her blue lion.
That’s right, Keith’s mom was the pilot of the blue lion. Tired, possibly
wounded, and exhausted she lands on earth and reserves her energy. As it stands
I don’t know the exact size of Keith’s mom, so I’m guessing that female Galra
are probably taller than most earth women, but are probably smaller than their
male counter parts. So Marmora rests on earth and runs into the humans who see
her lion as some sort of god from above, thus they start to worship it.
Fast forward years and she acts as protector to the planet,
keeping things safe for human evolution for hundreds of thousands of years. We
don’t know how long Galra can live, but I’m assuming that she survived for a
long while due to a few things: 1. her connection to her lion and possibly
going into hibernation during different periods of time, much like how Allura
and Coran were trapped. 2. Quintessens, much like the flowers in the original
Voltron, the energy can provide a longer life span for the Galra that injects
While staying on earth she is discovered by Mr. Kogane who,
for some reason, is called to the wavelength of the lion. Marmora has been
trying to find out if any of the other Paladin’s are still alive and the Blue
Lion is sending out a beacon for them to locate her. This fails for the
Paladins, but Keith’s dad finds her. He brings her home with him and the two
become friends and then probably lovers, causing her to give birth to Keith.
Living alone out in the wild makes it so that people don’t have to know who she
is. Marmora lives a quiet life for several years with Keith’s father, until she
starts getting flashes and gives the dagger to Keith’s father. For years she’s
been having the people carve the idea of something big coming to earth, which the
Galra were looking for the lion. She mathematically estimated the time of their
arrival and realized that they would destroy everything in their path to get to her blue lion so she left a warning for anyone that was going to be her successor to find the lion and understand what was going on.
However, due to her long lived life and the fact that her energy has given out,
she passes on, leaving her spirit inside the blue lion and that sprit seeks out
someone who matches her signature. She finds this in Lance. Someone who
probably has a similar temperament and personality to her.
Lance is pretty much the spiritual successor to Keith’s mother, and is probably
able to connect with the blue lion due to her connection to Lance. Remember
that the black lion could take Shiro into the astral plane, and that Pidge had
some form of growth with her bonding with her lion. The Lion’s eyes flashed
when it saw Keith, telling me, at the very least, that if Keith’s mom was able
to meld part of herself with her lion with a strong enough bond, she could see
her son and would see in Lance someone she could trust with the life of her
son, or else that force field would not come down. The reason it was up in the
first place was so that the Galra couldn’t take the lion. Only those with the
heart could open that field, and Lance had that heart.
This is just my theory on this, but TLDR: Keith’s mom was the creator of the
Blade of Marmora, was the Blue Lion Paladin, lived on earth for thousands of years,
met up with Keith’s science dad, had little Keith and eventually passed away
due to the fact that she couldn’t keep up extending her life anymore.
“Kori, Princess, for the love of all things holy can you please help me with this?”
“I don’t know what you want me to do Jason. You’ve stopped me every other time.”
Scanning the kitchen, Jason’s eyes landed on the suds in the kitchen sink and the close-to-toppling pile of plates and washables. “Can you do the dishes?”
Floating over to the sink, Kori tied up her hair and rolled up her sleeves. She dumped her hands in the hot water and started washing. Jason sighed through his nose and turned to his laptop where a skype call was ongoing. “Now what Alfie?”
Alfred’s kindly smile put Jason at ease as he placed the cake precariously balanced on his arm into the oven, hot air blasting Jason in the face and making him blink. He closed the oven door and whipped his hands on the tea-towel hanging from his shoulder. “I think now you should make the frosting, Master Jason.”
“Frosting?” Jason asked, “We’re covering this in frosting?”
“Of course. I mean no disrespect, but I’m not sure how well the cake is going to look once it bakes. A good frosting-cake ratio is always desirable.”
“What flavoured icing?” Jason probed, suspiciously giving the laptop the side eye.
Alfred’s ageing face turned fuzzy as he chuckled and looked down to page through one of the many recipe books he had opened to random pages on the Wayne kitchen counter. “Would chocolate suffice?”
“Alfie, you don’t even need to ask that.” It was true. Alfred also knew the answer was yes. It was always yes. “Very well Jason. To melt the chocolate, shall we do a Ban Marie? Or would the microwave be easier?”
Jason froze, turning his head ever so slightly to glare at their microwave, with its missing parts and wires that Roy had disassembled to use in his newest project and had not yet replaced. “How long will the Band Mary take?”
“A Ban Marie, Master Jason. And close to 10 minutes, depending on how much chocolate you wish to melt.”
Kori’s head snapped up and she brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear, leaving soap suds on her forehead. “When do you think Roy is going to be home? It can’t be long now.”
Jason closed his eyes and ground out through grit teeth, “How do you do a Ban Marie?”