Lucky_Guardian
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“Didn’t think I’d get this far,” Kris tells Dess.
“Hey.” Dess taps their nose, and they peer up at it through their bangs, the vibrant brightness of her face. “I’m glad you’re here, harbinger. You’re going to figure this out.”
Kris hums, noncommittal. Somewhere halfway across the country their friends are finishing up final exams. A whole year out there, learning new things, living new places. So many things they’ve seen that Kris never has, never will. Certainly, their friends have traveled further beyond the bounds of Hometown than they ever have. Into some world that surely cannot exist. Some reality that doesn’t include them.
They know, of course, that theirs is a problem that can never be solved.
(When they’re ten years old Kris Dreemurr is shown a video by their mother. It is of a coyote that has been raised by a dog mother, with dog siblings, in a human house.)
On surviving your end and what comes next.
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Swatch pulled their tie into place and began to speak, “As you well know, it is part of my purpose to serve royalty. Despite how odd it sounds, I’ve missed tending some of Queen’s more… let’s call them eccentric whims now that I’m no longer in her employ.”
This turn in the conversation didn’t make sense to Ralsei. The non sequitur alarmed him, and he could only assume that they would soon segue into talking about how immature he was acting in comparison to Queen. A moment passed in silence as Ralsei braced himself for scrutiny.
He was instead met with a gentle wing placed upon his shoulder.
“What I’m asking you is this: do you have any requests or favors to ask of me?”
While still reeling from the events in the Dark Sanctuaries, Ralsei receives a generous offer from Swatch.
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Jason is both annoyed and weirdly flattered when the replacement turns up to ask him for help. He mentally rearranges his calendar so he can be free Wednesday evening and says, “No, fuck off, I have very important business going on.”
Tim eyes his 72” TV playing Japanese wrestling more judgmentally than it really deserves.
“Important crime things,” Jason emphasizes. “Make Wingdick do it.”Jason doesn't think much of it when Tim needs his help, or Damian moves in, or even when Dick turns up looking beat all to hell. But at some point he realizes that he might be the best option his brothers have to recover from the cycle of violence that Batman has set up, and all he can think is that things were much easier when he was the villain.
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I Will Ground You To Sand (Beneath My Louboutin Heel) by negativefouriq
Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender
07 Nov 2022
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“Don’t worry, ‘Llura. You’re done. We’ll get him to talk, okay?”
“How?” Allura asks miserably. “The only thing he’s afraid of is dying, and we can’t kill him.”
Lance grins.
Shiro would not call it comforting.
“Oh, don’t worry. If death is what he’s afraid of, I’ll get him talking. “
Keith raises an eyebrow. “What’re you gonna do, torture him?”
Lance shrugs. “Not, like, technically.”
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OR: Voltron is having some trouble getting one of Zarkon's generals to talk. Lance handles it pretty easily. -
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"This isn't how it was supposed to go. They had been rash and so excited to share something personal with Kabru that Laios had lost track of him in the middle of it. Did Kabru hate him now? Was this breach of personal boundaries too much? He sees those blue eyes starring into nothing, looking so deep in a thought in a place Laios can't reach, and then-
Anger.
A swirl of ocean blue and a golden shine from the sun; working together to send a beam of fear and fury right into his very soul. Laios wants to never have to see that face again. The way Kabru's nose scrunched up in disdain and his eyebrows furrowed. Edges creasing between his eyes. Kabru looks so unlike himself when he does that. Laios hates the fact that he ended up being the reason for Kabru's wrath, but what exactly did the royal advisor hear in that music that upset him so?"
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Kabru Of Utaya and what it means to be a part of a culture. To see it misinterpreted and abused, as well as one's inability to do anything about it. How can Kabru possibly handle the complexity of an identity, when his name has been spread so thin you can barely see where it began and where it ended?
Or, or: Kabru VS Cultural Appropriation.