Lance used his claws to grip the wet algae infested rock as he heaved his heavy cobalt blue and green tail out the soft rolling sea.
Eos was still loitering around in the sky, painting it soft hues of pinks, oranges, and lilac purples and Lance whined anxiously as he waited for Nyx to appear. Because with Nxy came Selene and with Selene came-
Asteria. Or as Lance knew them better as: Shiro.
He gnawed his bottom lip with sharp teeth and scrubbed and picked at his tail to rid it of any debris to make it shine brighter and more lovelier.
“Lovely” he said. “Lovely like the sea when Helios shines his light upon it”
Lovely. Shiro said his tail was lovely. Sirens were prideful creatures who took great pride in their tails, and Shiro, a gorgeous deity, who littered the sky with crystal gems said his tail was lovely. Lance flushed. Bronze cheeks dappling a daffodil pink as he covered his heated face with slender clawed hands.
Dear Gods, Lance was in love! With a God at that!
His tail slapped the water a few times, reacting to his embarrassed behavior and he failed to recognize a new presence until a cool hand brushed his naked shoulder.
He looked up in alarm and squeaked when he saw who it was.
“Shiro!” Came his embarrassed reply. Voice soft yet scratchy from lack of use. The only time he needed to use human language was when he sang. Never until now did he need it. Never until he laid eyes upon the god or oracles and stars.
“Hi” came his easy reply. Standing relaxed upon a misty cloud of silver. Pitch black eyes shining like the night sky. The stars littered the sky heavily. Crowded and clumped together in a blinding beautiful mess. Something that only happened when Shiro was very happy or pleased and Lance liked to think the extreme bout of happiness in the gods mood was because of him.
“The night will be short, and I fear I won’t be able to stay long but I wanted to see you at least before it is over. Sorry if I’m bothering you” His voice was husky soft. Silvery white and Lance shivered at the sound of it. Tail swishing in the water happily. Curse Eros for bewitching his heart for a god out his league!
Shiro said he wanted to see him before the short night was over and that was a win in his book!
Bold with emotions, fingers trembling: he grabbed the gods large hands into his smaller ones and placed a shiny black pearl into the awaiting palms. Black pearls were hard to find, and were most often searched for to present to desired mates and well… He really really desired Shiro and call him bold or foolish but he had to let the god know of the feelings he harbored for him.
The plagued his every waking thought and if he didn’t tell him he feared he go mad. Plus, as Hemera got longer and Nyx got shorter he feared he may never see Shiro for a very long time and that just wouldn’t do.
Shiro stared at the pearl with curiosity though he never tried to let go of Lance’s hand.
“I-It’s a pearl. A ‘black’ pearl” he said putting emphasis on the word black. Hoping by some chance that the god would understand the meaning and not have Lance say it aloud. He was already so embarrassed as it was because technically Poseidon, Nyx, Selene, and all the other neighboring Gods and Goddesses were watching the spectacle as well.
Shiro cocked his head to the side. He looked confused but had a happy smile on his face. The stars glowed a soft muted silver. The moon seem to shine down on just them and the night curtained them like a blanket while the sea and all its creatures sang softly.
Lance’s face burned brighter than an angry Helios when he realized that, yes, indeed the other Gods, Goddesses, and creatures were trying to help him woo the happy yet confused god Asteria before him by creating a scene of romance.
Inwardly he shook his fist to the sky.
Shiro still had yet to say anything.
“I you know what, never mind, it’s silly, I’m silly I shouldn’t have-” he went to reach for the pearl only to be pulled against a firm chest in loving embrace. He could now see that Shiro had a moment of recognition on his face as well as a dusty pink blush that could rival even Aphrodite’s signature color. To Lance’s amazement, the stars glowed sliver with a tinge of pink.
Selene practically shined all her ethereal light on them as the gazed fondly and hopelessly in love into each others eyes.
Every God, Goddess, and creature waited for the gentle shy lovers to kiss in celebration of their love with bated breaths. Even the higher gods such as Zeus, Hera, Aphrodite, and her lover Ares tuned in for the spectacle.
“Forgive me for taking this long to remember, I’ve not dealt with Sirens for a long time until…you” He said softly, holding the small of Lance’s back with one hand while the other, used to cradle his cheek.
Lance could only stare lovestruck at the god holding him.
“Ay Dios, kiss me, please. I’m waiting, they’re waiting, we-” Warm lips met his and he positively melted. Wrapping his arms around the soft silvery gods neck, he pulled them flush and kissed harder.
And when they pulled away, cheeks flushed, tails swishing, and stars glowing. Only three words left their lips;
“I love you”
“I love you”
Gods & Goddesses:
Eos: Goddess of Dawn
Nyx: Primordial Goddess of Night
Asteria: Goddess of Oracles and Stars (I made her a man for Shiro though)
Helios: Titan God of the Sun
Eros: God of Love
Poseidon: God of the Seas
Selene: Goddess of the Moon
Hemera: Personification of Day
Aphrodite: Goddess Of Love
Zeus: God of All Gods
Hera: Goddess of Marriage
Ares: God of War
((a smol drabble for the wonderful and talented @aurigaearts <3 happy birthday, love! i know you’ve been stressed out lately, so here is some kuroken comfort that i hope will soothe some of that anxiety. i love you and i hope you’ve had a good birthday! sorry this is so late ;;;))
At times it’s difficult to comprehend the fact that someone has good and as wonderful as Kuroo Tetsurou would be interested in him. Him. Kenma. The one with the anxiety that forces them to stay inside when Kuro wants to go out, or forces them to leave their friends when Kuro wants to stay. The one who’s selfish and possessive; the one that’s clingy and lazy. Kuro says he loves him, but Kenma truly doesn’t understand what the man sees in him.
“Get up.” Kuro looks down at him from where he stands next to the couch. “We’re going on a drive.”
Kenma would protest, not wanting to leave the comfortable couch or set down the PSP in his hands. But when he remembers he said no to the last four times Kuro wanted to go out, guilt fills his chest, and he turns off his game.
Do I think Tomstar will be canon? I mean, technically it already is … I guess what you mean is do you think they will be endgame.
And no … unfortunately, I don’t (for the most part)—and as someone who has sold their soul to the ship, that really, really sucks.
This show has really been doing crazy Starco shipteases and I’m sure they’ll follow the main-male-and-female-end-up-together-as-lovers trope (which frankly is my least favorite, but that is a discussion for another time). While I understand its appeal, I much prefer Tomstar and would rather that it not be a plot device for a stupid love triangle. (Like, why go through all this trouble to cause drama if it’s basically been solidified that Starco is going to be the ending couple?)
And while I am 89.54% sure that Starco will be endgame, at the same time, I dare hold out a sliver of hope. Star Vs. the Forces of Evil—I think—has proven itself time and time again to give a big “FUCK YOU” to clichés (okay … maybe not a big “FUCK YOU” … a small-to-medium one, then). As it should, it’s a modern television show which has been able to live with the history of overused plotlines and romance tropes.
Think about it—Tom himself is a breakaway from the status quo; he was originally portrayed as the “angry ex-boyfriend”, but the show goes out of its way to show that he is so much more than that. The fact that he and Star are once again dating, even if it just might be temporary, is also a great destruction of the idea that “all-exes-are-spawns-of-Hell-and-you-must-never-interact-with-them-for-they-can-never-change”. Yes, that is a technical term.
Jackie, too, was also pushing past her role as the “OG Crush"—she’s not the unattainable, mean girl who’s beautiful and periodically captured the attention of Marco; she’s a sweet girl (who may or may not have the character development of a brick) who actually cares for him. And while her character was fleshed out the most during the breakup in “Sophomore Slump”, the fact that she doesn’t follow the status quo that I pointed out earlier in this somewhat lengthy paragraphessay random-thing-that-I-am-writing is proof that Nefcy is not exactly into clichés.
So that’s why I—despite being an idiot who is probably wrong—think that there is a 10.46% chance for Tomstar to be endgame. Maybe the writers will go down a route that we don’t see often regarding romances in cartoons—the route that shows that people can change for the better and that all exes don’t have to forever be Certified Dicks™.
But hey, I’ll still love this show no matter what happens, man.
I don't mean to be rude, but why not use a different tagging system for Wish Hook? Unfollowing your blog won't stop people from finding posts they don't want to see on the real Hook's tags when they search for it. Why not be kind and have fandom etiquette when like 98% of the fandom you're in wants to separate the two (since, clearly, they ARE different characters)? If it takes you to go to 64 different tags, so be it. It's how fandom works, you adapt to the majority, not the contrary.
A whole lot of assumptions and sweeping generalisations there, my dude!
Here’s the thing. I don’t really care what people want to see if I’m tagging correctly, and I am. Can I wonder if Killian maybe felt even more inadequate compared to his brother because Liam was able to free him, but he can’t find a way to free his daughter? Yep, because this is Killian Jones. Can I feel gutted because he wants so hard to do right by her – to change – because he sees the way he failed Baelfire whenever he thinks of her captured by a malevolent entity and alone? Yep, because this is Killian Jones. Can I wonder if he taught her chess because he wanted to teach her something challenging and strategic, and although he could bring in Liam’s sextant to show her, he couldn’t teach her to navigate because they could only see the barest sliver of stars through her window? Yep. Because this. Is Killian. Jones.
There are plenty of things I don’t like about OUAT – and you know what I do? I bitch about them on my own blog, keep it untagged, and then use my post block feature liberally.
Those 210 posts are of things that happened in canon, that I hate with a flaming passion, and that I took care of on my own instead of trying to insist that just because I don’t like what’s on the screen, I’m going to make RuLeS about how people post.
This is Killian Jones, and I don’t give a flying fuck if people are going to get butthurt about it. If you only like him as a part of Captain Swan? Well here’s a novel fucking concept: follow the Captain Swan tag! If you don’t like a canon concept, don’t go into the tag for it. If you’re not down for Killian Jones, stay out of the tag, bubula :)
They’re together, but not alone, and that’s all that really matters.
I’m sorry that this chapter is a little late, I just moved into my new dorm room for the school year and the semester already started off with a bang if you know what I mean. The next chapter will be out on time, though!Can’t Pretend is my song rec for chapter 3 ^-^
for beta-ing this and everything else I write. He truly is amazing ^^ Thank you again also for the support for this fic! I hope you all enjoy this chapter~
Zeus’ Cabin is bigger
than Poseidon’s, but just as empty. Just as cold.
Gon and Killua shove and
push two of the beds together in the center room, right underneath the
multi-colored ceiling of kaleidoscope mosaics. They watch the tiled clouds and
sunbeams above their heads give way to splashes of stars and slivers of
moonlight, and Gon feels like he’s floating in space with only Killua’s quiet
breathing to keep him company.
“I’m not the
son of Hades.” Killua’s voice shakes as he speaks. He sounds too small and too
quiet, so different than the snappish boy Gon met in that first
capture-the-flag game. “I’m not, Gon. I swear.”
ok ok i literally have so many things to say ill try to keep this short, but most importantly thank u very much for asking <3
first off im so sorry this took so long like idek if you remember asking anymore tbh and i wouldnt blame u and this goes out to like everyone that asked me. i will get u eventually. i am very sorry i am slow ;-;
so i was literally so excited to do this prompt, like i took ur idea and ran with it, but then i kinda kept running and went way off the main thing i think. i kinda tweaked the colours like..i added a bunch…i tried keep to the colour scheme in general tho ;~:
i got way to into the jewelry so excuse me for tht, but have some sort of exotic dancer hux and prince ren <3 i hope you like it~!
support your breb = moon ryan = sun theory i want to understand the reasons
MY TIME TO SHINE
Okay so we’re gonna take this shit in chronological order with one exception at the end.
EXHIBIT A: the lyrics to “I Have Friends in Holy Spaces” by Panic! at the Disco
so we know Brendon wrote two songs by himself on Pretty. Odd., yes? One of them was “I Have Friends in Holy Spaces”. This is the first song where we get our Sun/Moon metaphor, in the line that Brendon wrote and sang “I’m not complaining that it’s raining I’m just saying that I’d like it a lot more than you think/ if the sun would come out and sing with me”
He wants the sun to come out and sing with him, which, quite frequently in this album, Ryan does.
EXHIBIT B: the lyrics to “Northern Downpour” by Panic! at the Disco
“Northern Downpour” was written by Ryan Ross and Jon Walker- and yes, we all know the ryden lore of Ryan telling Brendon to pay special attention to “I know the world’s a broken bone/ but melt your headaches call it home” and Brendon cries when he sings it, yes, yes, that’s not my point. My point is that Ryan and Jon wrote this song, and, if you’ll pardon my stretch, we can infer he wrote it to cheer Brendon up with a line like that. One of the lines is “Hey moon, please forget to fall down/Hey moon, don’t you go down.”
The song, while sung by Brendon, was also written for Brendon. The moon.
EXHIBIT C: the lyrics to “When the Day Met the Night” by Panic! at the Disco
Now, I don’t see this as much of a ryden song, but it is a good piece of evidence for Ryan being the sun. Ryan wrote this song for his then-girlfriend, Keltie Coleen (actually I can’t find my source on this again but bear with me, it was still written by Ryan). The lyrics go “
When the sun found the moon/She was drinking tea in a garden” and further on “When the moon found the sun/He looked like he was barely hanging on” showing that Ryan is referring to himself as the sun. Though the language is a bit confusing and the argument could be made that either of them could be sun/moon, most people seem to agree that he=sun, she=moon.
EXHIBIT D: the lyrics to “Stall Me” by Panic! at the Disco
the line “so curse everyone and everything, even the sun” feels pretty bitter and self explanatory to me
another interesting thing that we don’t mention enough is this bit:
“She counts on stars, astrology My moods are mercurial But I know Mercury Don’t hold your breath Baptized in the river of you Hold on death, the moon, The stars a sliver of you
Mercury - the ruling planet of Virgo, which is the sign of one Ryan Ross (August 30th, 1986)
he knows mercury but don’t hold your breath oh my god. Also, “the moon, the stars a sliver of you” sounds to me like a pretty self loathing description. “A sliver of you”
EXHIBIT E: the lyrics to “Lonely Moonlight” by Ryan Ross
a lot of people use this as proof of Ryan=moon brendon=sun, however, I disagree. First of all “I wandered through the sunshine/remembering when you were mine” how is he wandering through the sunshine if the sun is Brendon and therefore gone? and “remembering when you were mine/Lonely moonlight” we can only speculate, but I always assumed that he was referring to his lonely moonlight, Brendon. It doesn’t sound like he’s describing himself as the moon. “When I had a younger heart,/you told me not to fear the dark/Lonely moonlight, lonely moonlight” it sounds like he’s talking to someone. The “lonely moonlight”
EXHIBIT F: the lyrics to “Where I Belong” by Ryan Ross
“If you wanna see the sun/ you’re gonna have to dig your way out” he’s saying YOU, not I, in regards to seeing the sun
First off, this whole thing is a gold mine, watch it, but most importantly, the line “I look at ryan and think that he’s a golden god, but he obviously doesn’t think so” after the interviewer asked if they saw themselves as sex symbols
okay but my final point is this- Ryan wrote the lyrics and a lot of the music, and Brendon sang it. He reflected back Ryan’s material. Much like the moon. And I guarantee you that was how Brendon saw it.
Rules: You can find past rec lists here. This is stuff I like, and I have a huge bias toward Lance, hurt/comfort, and general fluff, in that order. Gen unless otherwise noted. Please comment on the fics if you read and enjoy them!
I’m feeling sick today (no, I’m not hungover, I had barely two hard ciders last night and I drank plenty of water) so my comments might be a little shorter than normal. I kind of just want to curl up and read sickfics and hurt/comfort and pretend that Hunk is rubbing my back very gently and kindly.
The Empty Spaces Between the Stars by slivered Word Count: 5,329
Author’s Summary: Talking was a far cry better than grunting, even if Keith’s voice did sound like… Feces, was it? Strange those human phrases that Lance had been trying to explain to him and Allura. But it didn’t sound good, was the point.*Five times Coran takes care of the Paladins. My Comments: This is super sweet and good and Coran is the best and I would like him to take care of me, too.
Road Trip to End Times by VelkynKarma Word Count:
Author’s Summary: The outbreak is at its peak, and the country is in ruins. But there’s still hope: Safe Haven, the colony on the West Coast. Reach it, and you’ll find safety and a chance to rebuild a new life in this zombie-controlled world. If you reach it, that is. But Shiro doesn’t intend to give up on trying. Not when he’s got four teenagers desperate to find their families again under his protection. My Comments: The author has been posting ficlets from this sort of tongue-in-cheek AU on tumblr, and they are all AWESOME. I will happily read them again on AO3. My favorite was the one where Shiro saves Lance from bandits, but that one isn’t on AO3 yet. But here’s Lance in his typical role as Best Morale Officer Ever, even in the middle of the zombie apocalypse.
Restless by Banji Word Count:
[X-posted on FF.net] Lance tries to find comfort in one of his friend after another night of bad dreams and worries. Keith is probably not the best choice.
My Comments: It is fluffy and I approve. Keith tries, even when he’s out of his depth.
On a Blistering Palm by Glossolalia Word Count:
Shiro’s been pushed over the edge by Quintessence poisoning, and Hunk is the only one strong enough to stop him. In the end, Lance is the only one who can pamper Hunk.
My Comments: Hance. Hunk is AMAZING. Love seeing a few more Hunk-centric fics ‘round these parts. This was tense and dark, almost unexpectedly so, but Hunk is so GOOD. Lance is exactly what Hunk needs, too.
Hold me close. by sevansa Word Count:
Lance’s heat is approaching… he has never felt so alone before.
My Comments: Turns out I have a weird affinity for platonic omegaverse fics. Who woulda thought. I always hated the concept, but when it’s done like this, I don’t know. The idea of team-as-family is just ramped up to a hundred, and with some of the pack suffering biological needs that require special attention… I dunno. I like it. This is quite an id fic for me. It feeds something. I read it twice.
Closure by wolfsan11 Word Count:
Between finding Pidge’s family and healing up from the final battle against Zarkon, the Paladins only think of heading home, back to Earth. Keith has a hard time with that idea and the team helps.
My Comments: This is just the sweetest. Everyone needs to hug Keith and reassure him that they’re family, no matter what.
Just Ask for Help by genericfanatic Word Count:
Lance is having a problem with what should be an easy task. Shiro talks him down from his frustration
My Comments: It’s sweet and simple and comforting, and kind, wise Shiro is the best.
Long Distance by Jennypen Word Count:
Someone gets the Christmas present they need.
My Comments: Gah, I just love it when the others help Lance with his homesickness.
The thing to say (On a bright, Voltron Christmas Day) by HapaxLegomenon Word Count:
Author’s Summary: “Point is, today is Christmas Eve! It’s our first Christmas as Team Voltron! We gotta celebrate!” Lance insists on having Space Christmas. My Comments: Everyone should listen to Lance all the time. This was super cute and enjoyable and fluffy and sweet. Perfect Voltron Christmas fic.
Some Secrets Don’t Need to Be Kept by squirenonny for XH Word Count:
Keith finds out he’s part Galra. It’s not as big a deal as he expects.
My Comments: Tagged Klance, but everyone is important. I love how easily everyone accepts Keith. Best-case scenario, for sure.
Final Suspicions by isabeau25 Word Count:
2,808 Author’s Summary:
Finals week is tough on teachers and students alike. The head librarian is mostly amused by this.
My Comments: The interaction between Shiro and Lance is the cutest and the best. I’m so glad the author is continuing this series.
This Is New by TheHomestuckWhovian Word Count:
3,495 (WIP 2/?) Author’s Summary: Matt Holt had heard of Voltron, and after hearing that one of the Paladins of Voltron was captured by the Galra, he decides to break him out. What follows is an irritatingly long journey to help the Paladin find his friends and to find the information Matt needs to finally go home. My Comments: I LOVE this concept. Matt is an accidental badass who accidentally performs a rescue just in time, and now he and the paladin he rescued (yeah, it’s Lance, sorry for the spoiler) have to figure out how to get back home. Can’t wait for more.
Winter High, Winter Low by carefulren Word Count:
Lance and Keith both live in the same shitty apartment complex. With a massive blizzard roaring outside and no power, Keith has to take care of an incredibly sick Lance.
My Comments: Klance. Modern AU sickfic, and it hits the spot.
Previously Recced Fics That Updated Since the Last Rec List:
I know we talk about Northern Downpour a lot in this fandom…
But I mean have you guys heard ‘Stall Me’?
“The crowd’s rejoicing / All of my dreams / Wake up to despise the world I once loved” “Why would you bring me in if you knew what you’d become? So curse everyone and everything, even the sun
“ “ You gave up on you / And I gave up on me / Well, love came along and said, “Leave them be.” “She counts on stars, astrology / My moods are mercurial / But I know Mercury” “Hold on death, the moon, the stars a sliver of you “
Like this song is not only about the break up and Brendon needing Sarah’s help to cope with the tragedy, but this song is Ryden AF.
Please Brendon just put your dirty laundry away, jfc.
The first line is obviously Brendon just singing about the tribulations of performing in an amazing band like Panic yet being unhappy despite previous success (presumably because of the creative differences that came after which direction to take from pretty odd, leading to the breakup)
For the second line, I think Brendon is scolding Ryan for promising to work for the greater good of the band even though he knows he is a stubborn visionary and wouldn’t want to compromise his own ideas for those of Brendon’s. (And obviously he’s upset and he’s unhappy with Ryan so he ‘’curses’ the sun.)
One day this band just decided we cannot work together anymore. And that is what this third line is about. Ryan and Brendon just couldn’t pretend to get along creatively anymore to make the other happy.
Mercury is the planet closest to the sun so it’s possible the allusion to Mercury is a nod towards Ryan’s decision to leave the band with Jon to found the Young Veins. Mercurial moods are also unpredictable or sudden so more band drama allusions.
This last line is a bit out there but there is a moon illusion so I think Brendon is just describing a struggle. (? Please feel free to clarify)
TLDR;; ‘Stall Me’ is Ryden af and full of delicious post split angst.
How soft the evening goes,
fading into darkness. Someone
once said that the wildest
stars are always the first to
fall (like you, darling). The
ache for lost time is fleeting—
like snowflakes; like plum
blossoms. The shadow on the wall
disappears gradually, the one
that was always more yours than
mine. And now, there’s nothing
left but golden slivers of light.
@unassumingvenusaur: I told you I’d do this, and so I have done it. A nice fluffy stargazing session with F!Corrin and Scarlet. No plot spoilers are involved, but this does reference their support conversations, so take care if you’re trying to avoid that sort of thing.
The sky was clear, the moon little more than a sliver, and stars like uncounted gems shone down from the sky.
Corrin yawned widely as she made her way across the castle grounds at Scarlet’s side. The freckled knight turned as she walked, raising her eyebrows. “Someone’s sleepy.”
The princess waved a hand vaguely. “Well, maybe if you hadn’t come up to knock at my door, I’d be getting some sleep.”
“Ah, sorry about that,” said Scarlet, flashing a quick smile. “But I think we both know you’d’ve been up anyway. You’re always burning the midnight oil. Literally.”
“I don’t really–”
“Every time I walk past your room on night patrol, I see candlelight. That’s one of the reasons I asked you to go stargazing with me last time.”
“Well, I have a lot to do…”
“Maybe, but you don’t have to do it all at once.” Scarlet adjusted the rolled-up blanket under her arm. “You’ve gotta make room for the little joys of life. And if you can’t do that all yourself, I’m happy to help.”
Corrin chuckled. “And I’m lucky to have your help.”