#like some kind of fucked up trophy for the templars?

[teecupangel]

AC × COD

There could be a stakeout mission where the 141 stay in Masyaf, Monteriggioni or Davenport Homestead. And Desmond is visibly sad and nostalgic noticed by the team.

The Assassin's Creed x Call Of Duty Modern Warfare crossover (idea + 2 drabbles, short fic 1, short fic 2, another drabble, an overview of the villains' connection to the Assassins and Templars, Desmond's journal and loadout)

Okay, I might not be able to add this into the main fic (if CoD does win the sorta-poll) but this idea came to me when I read this ask:

In the OG MW trilogy, 141 was disavowed because they killed Shepherd (who, at that point, was not known to be a traitor) so this could happen when 141 gets disavowed for one reason or another.

Instead of something more ‘lighthearted’ (as lighthearted it could be considering they are a spec ops unit anyway), you’ll have the 141 be in a heightened, one might even say paranoid, state and they’ll probably think that Desmond knew about these weird safehouse because of his CIA background.

But they would see it. The longing and grief in Desmond’s eyes that he tries to hide.

And, among the 141, I see Price the most being the one to sit with him and ask who he lost here.

And he would answer…

“My brother.”

As for the locations:

I actually always HC that Masyaf is under Abstergo in Modern Day because that would be such a dick move from Abstergo that would give us drama, hahaha.

Also, I wouldn’t advise Desmond to go to Masyaf or Monteriggioni as Masyaf is a well known Assassin headquarters and Monteriggioni (to be more specific Villa Auditore) would have already been noted by Abstergo as a possible hideout for Desmond because of Lucy.

Although, Abstergo did release games based on Ratonhnhaké:ton’s life so they know about Davenport Homestead as well.

We can circumvent this by making it so that Abstergo never released any of the games because Desmond survived so they couldn’t get Sample 17. Of course, this only means that Davenport Homestead is safe.

Unless…

You count Alamut? Alamut is well known as a headquarters, yes, but Abstergo should only have heard of the temple underneath Alamut, not how to get there, otherwise they would already have the other memory seals Altaïr left there and made a profit using them.

Unfortunately, this still makes any of Ezio’s headquarters a no-go as Lucy would have given them details of the one in Tiber Island as well. The ones in Istanbul/Constantinople would be risky as the Great Purge did hit the Ottoman Brotherhood but it might work if the dens themselves still exist? (Although, they’re probably occupied by something else already).

So, depending on where 141 are at the moment. The only real safe ones are Davenport Homestead or Alamut.

Risky but possible: Constantinople Assassin dens.

Really, really out there suggestion: The Assassins tombs in Italy and the hiding places of the Masyaf keys in Constantinople?

Reaaalllyy super out there suggestion: “Hey, dad. Can you call Uncle Gavin and ask him to pick me and my friends up?”

#although just imagine them hiding in altaïr's library and his bones are still there? #like some kind of fucked up trophy for the templars? #the angst and anger #wooobbooyy #totally not because i already did that for old masters #no sireee #ramirez! add the proper tags! #call of duty mwii #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty #captain john price #john price #john soap mactavish #john mactavish #simon riley #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick #general shepherd #fic idea: crossover #fic idea: assassin's creed #fic idea: call of duty #ask and answer #teecup writes/has a plot #i tagged the other 141 because they are there #sorta

[moodymisty]

no fear response, and more that it’s been turned nearly all of the way down.

I headcanon that it’s a similar situation with their feelings of romance or sex. That it’s not completely gone, but that it’s nullified just enough for them, under the right circumstances (a.k.a never truly interacting with baseline humans), to not feel those feelings ever. Because you can’t have your killing machines questioning their loyalty and running off with some mortal, right?

So I this brings me to the thought that a space marine can feel romantic or sexual feelings, it’s just that it’s probably got to be under some very specific circumstances. And that most of them would have no idea what to do when they get a crush on someone. Yes they’re grown adults but new emotion?? New emotion that is affection??? Affection that isn’t platonic or familial?!! Confusion!!!!

Cue a bunch of different reactions to this. Ranging from trying to impress their object of affection by showing off how well they can fight (“Check out how strong I am!” “Well yeah, you’re a space marine.” “Oh… right.”), to deciding to avoid them completely, or being weirdly obsessive/possessive of them because they never want to lose the person that made them feel this way, or getting angry at the baseline human for distracting them from their duties (even though they probably didn’t even realise the space marine had feelings for them), perhaps even deciding to do what they do best and bringing their human trophies of the enemies/heretics/xenos they killed like some kind of giant catboy.

Space marine: 7 years ago I had a crush on a serf in my chapter and I didn’t know how to deal with it, so I wrote her a letter that just said “leave this place immediately”

(first part of the ask because dumblr cut it off)

Putting this ask on my fridge because you understood the fucking assignment.

Astartes start their transformation at around 10-13, so basically their entire formative years are taken away from them. How are you expected to know what a crush is or love or really any complex emotion if you’re too busy having a bakers dozen of extra organs shoved in you and running through the Tunnel of Terror?

'Yeah I didn't have a girlfriend I was too busy getting acid spit'

I imagine that having to deal with an Astartes who's figuring out how an entire array of emotions work is going to be, a handful. He ends up knocking someones lights out while sparring just to show off, or you end up with the hide of an entire Tyranid Warrior. What do you say to that? Thanks? Them being hyper vigilant of you being around other Astartes, almost obsessively. Also all this depends heavily on the chapter. It would probably be much easier with a White Scar, Lamenter( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°), Ultramarine, or Blood Angel( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) than an Imperial Fist, World Eater, or Black Templar (I love my wall husbands but their heads are filled with concrete).

[PENDING COMFIRMATION LOL] And, some of this is actually canon! In a book, a space Marine thinks about how weird he feels when looking at an attractive young woman who’s a refugee they saved. I KNOW this is a thing but I cannot remember the source so I’m going to try and find it. I believe he was a blood angel. If I can't find it please take all this with a grain of salt.

And anyone who manages to land themself an Astartes BF pretty much got themself the himbo to end all himbos. Because while Astartes are super smart and have crazy fast reflexes, they’re fucking dumb as rocks in other regards. (Examples being any emotion that isn’t anger or respecting your superiors, stupid infighting between chapters, Talos Valcoran)

Also in the 41st millenium they’re pretty much mildly worshiped as 'angels', so you have a literal trophy husband. Congrats. Please keep him on a leash the guardsmen are very scared and he has no trigger discipline.

#Misty's book club #at the end of the day it comes down to a human/Astarte relationship being the -he don't bite- -YES HE DO- meme

[nextgensquad]

Was wondering if Ellie had any ideas for Louis Weasley? Specifically on his love life or job after Hogwarts? Thanks ☺️

Louis still can’t get used to the kinds of questions journalists like to ask. They seem so much intrusive than he feels like they should be allowed to be. It’s been a full year since his first appearance for the Tornadoes, a mad year of fan hysteria and trophies and journalists, and he still feels like none of this belongs to him.

“Relax.” His teammate’s arm wraps around his shoulders, camera-ready smile never faltering. “It’s all good. You’re Louis Weasley, they’re dying to have you here. Just be cool.”

“Yeah,” Louis just about manages, and takes a deep breath. He’s always wondered how Xander makes it all look so easy, like none of this has ever bothered him for a second. He floats through life, untouched, impenetrable.

Louis puts his hands in his pockets and tries to mimic Xander’s easy grin, his confident stance. “Fake it for long enough,” Xander murmurs, removing his arm, “and you’ll end up believing it.”

Louis hopes he’s telling the truth. He holds his grin in place even as it wants to slide off his face, and the first of the journalists is allowed to rush in and take their seat. Soon he and the other four who’ve been dragged to the press conference are facing a bristling forest of up-thrust arms. Team captain Reiner Urquhart squares his shoulders and calls for the first question.

“Louis, are the rumours about a potential transfer to the Appleby Arrows true?”

Louis resists the urge to duck his head. Xander sits back and lays a lazy arm over the back of Louis’ chair, a subtle show of support. Louis has been given the seat at the end of the row, in the vain hope it will remind this roomful of hyenas that other people on this team are worth paying attention to, but he can still feel the sullen irritation of Barnes and Robbins, first-choice Seeker and first-choice Beater, who have never got over Louis’ popularity.

He clears his throat. “Not true at all.”

The journalists persists. “You’ve been linked with them recently.”

“He’s linked with five teams a week, Dorian, give him a break,” parries Xander, fingers tapping. “It’ll be the fucking French next.”

“He is half-French, to be fair,” interrupts Urquhart, and points out another journalist. “Next question.”

“Louis, have you reconciled with your parents yet?”

There’s a hiss of disgust from either Barnes or Robbins. Louis swallows and remembers what Xander said: ​fake it until you believe it.

“I’d rather not talk about it. Now, Urquhart’s mother, on the other hand—” And he turns, grinning, as Urquhart hollers down the table for him to shut up. That provokes laughter, a subtle easing of tension, and Louis thinks that maybe he’ll get away with it.

“Right, another question,” calls Urquhart over the hubbub, “and ask us something about the team, you arseholes.”

More laughter, and obligingly a young reporter from the Prophet stands up and enquires, “How are the renovations on the training ground going?”

As more questions begin to fly, Louis lets himself breathe out. He gets a few more, but the others jump in for him as often as not, and as soon as it’s obvious that he’s not going to be drawn out on anything personal, they start firing questions at Xander too, their usual favourite subject.

Afterwards, Xander and Urquhart drag him to a quiet pub they like for a debrief.

“Will they fucking give it up,” Louis grouses into his pint, “Jesus. My personal life has nothing to do with them.”

“It’s because they think you’re hiding something.” Xander is drinking a sparkling water, a far cry from the party boy he likes to be in front of the press. “You gotta be an open book like me if you want them to stop prying.”

“I’m not hiding anything,” says Louis untruthfully, and takes another big swallow. “And, anyway, you sure are hiding something. I know about that fifteen-year-old at Hogwarts, remember.”

Xander scowls. “She told me she was seventeen. The amount of make-up she was wearing, good god. How was I supposed to know? How did you even find out?”

“My cousin’s friends with her,” says Louis, and then shuts that train of thought down before it can go any further.

“Lily Potter, right? Jeez. There’s one I wouldn’t mind causing trouble with.”

Even Urquhart nods in solidarity, and Louis has to be very careful not to let his knuckles tighten around his glass.

“That’s my cousin, man.”

Urquhart shrugs, his Guinness halfway to his mouth. “Sure you can still see she’s fit, come on. Like sixty percent of my parents’ friends are married to their cousins. Purebloods, huh?”

“Muggles, too.” Xander sits back in his chair, rubbing a hand over his abs. “My father’s sister married a first cousin. Keep all that wealth in the family.”

“Muggle ​peers,​ ” sneers Urquhart, teasing, and Louis bangs his glass down before Xander can take umbrage. He’s funny about his family, Xander, happy enough to remind anyone that he’s the son of a ​lord,​ thank you ​so much​, but a real shit when he feels like people are being rude about it.

“Anyway,” Louis says loudly, “that first question – do you think someone sneaked? About the new team?”

“Keep your voice down.” Urquhart is instantly serious, leaning in. “Shit, Weasley, be careful. None of us are out of contract for another year. If the Tornadoes get wind of it—”

“They won’t.” Xander is still lolling, indolent and sure. “The only people that know so far are the ones who stand to benefit. Dobbing us in will leave them worse off than keeping the secret.”

“Nobody’s ever done anything like this before,” agrees Louis, “they’ll never see it coming. It’s been the same thirteen teams since 1674, it’d be suicide to set up a fourteenth.”

“Our kind of suicide.” Xander grins ferally. “Three hundred and fifty years is enough of the same thing. They’ve stagnated, hey? Poaching players off each other, nobody caring enough to think long-term.”

“The Tornadoes Academy—” starts Urquhart, to a snort of derision from Xander.

“Lip-service to the idea, and only because you and I raised such a stink about it. I’m serious. If they want British Quidditch to stay competitive on the world stage, we have to start developing kids. Developing them properly, I mean, not just depending on that particular house at Hogwarts having a decent captain to give them some piecemeal training. Look at Weasley, come on.”

Urquhart does, and Louis frowns back at him. “What about me?”

“I mean, kid, come on, you’re the superstar, but you were not the right choice for a team captain.”

Louis has asked Xander to stop calling him kid a hundred times, and it has not worked yet, but he still gives him the finger. Xander’s only twenty-five, after all, hardly eons older than him.

“Xander, be nice,” says Urquhart, but Louis waves him down.

“Nah, he’s right. I hated being captain. I don’t like being responsible for training or decisions or anything. I just want to be out there flying.”

“And that’s what makes you the best Keeper in two hundred years.” Xander nods sagely. “But that’s the shit thing, isn’t it? Best player means captain at Hogwarts, so you got kids that could be great with development just stagnating because a good player doesn’t necessarily make a good captain, and they miss out on their shot at joining a team – one of thirteen teams, I mean, shit! Where’s the scope for expansion?”

“’Stagnating’ your word of the week or something, Hawkley?” Urquhart asks, and Xander just sighs.

“It’s the right thing. We’re doing the right thing.”

“I’d feel a lot better about it if we were out of contract already. Those lawyers absolutely fucking terrify me.” Louis gives a not-entirely-theatrical shudder. “Thank god for Ben.”

Ben, his sort-of-brother-in-law, who managed to get welcomed to the family despite knocking Victoire up after dating for a single month by making the most of the chaos when Louis quit school out of nowhere to join the Tutshill Tornadoes six months before the end of his final year at Hogwarts. Louis has never regretted the decision, but he regrets the bewildered disappointment it produced in his parents, who will never understand why he couldn’t just finish those final short months before leaving.

How can he ever explain it to them, when the real reason is one he will never even allow himself to think about?

“Is he still going over the contracts?” Urquhart is swirling the dregs of his Guinness around the bottom of the glass. “I’m slightly terrified of what he’ll find.”

“Yeah. He said he’d ring when he’s sure how it’s going to go down.” 

“So much paperwork.”

“Well, if we got a backer like I keep saying—” starts Urquhart, and Xander and Louis both lean in.

“We can’t.”

“No, Urquhart, shit,” says Xander over Louis, “come on. You were worried about leaks with just us and Elsa Templar on the in, you want to add some slob-mouthed businessman to the mix?”

“We’re going to need the funding soon.”

“No.” Louis puts both hands down. “My career’s barely started and I’m putting it all on the line for this. We do it safe as we can.”

Xander scoffs. “Your career’s a safe bet, Weasley. You could fuck up beyond all recognition and any team would still commit murder to have you. Us replaceable Chasers, mind—”

“Ah, fuck off.” Urquhart rolls his eyes. “You’re a flashy little bastard but anyone can see how good you are. It’ll be me that takes the rap if this goes wrong, and we all know it. I’m twenty-nine, that’s practically ancient for Quidditch, and there’s rumours of a set of hard-ass little Beaters coming up through Hogwarts right now. But it’s fine.” He holds a hand up to forestall Xander and Louis’ protests. “I made my peace with that when we first started talking about it. That’s why I’m doing it, because I want to leave more of a legacy than just being a decent Tornadoes captain. I want to build something. This is that something.”

“We will do it,” promises Louis, wide-eyed and zealous. “You watch. We’ll smash it. The League’ll never keep us out, not with me and Xander and Templar playing. If they try, if they want us to go and join other teams, then I’ll go play for France and—”

“—I’ll go back to playing polo for my old man,” finishes Xander, grinning. “And we’ll see how well England do without us.”

Urquhart shakes his head at both of them, but he’s smiling, benevolent, proud of these young men he’s built out of nothing.

“Death or glory, then, boys,” he says, and lifts his empty glass. They chink their drinks together, all laughing, and Louis downs the rest of his pint. This is what he joined the Tornadoes for; this is what he listened for when Xander first drew him aside and said, “Right, look, Weasley—”

Like this, the future glowing bright and glorious and full of challenge, it’s the easiest thing to pretend the past never happened, that his heart doesn’t beat broken in his chest, that there wasn’t ever nearly a baby, that he never let it all get out of control. That he is the picture he presents to the world: Quidditch superstar, golden boy, Keeper darling. That this is all there is.

#louis weasley #harry potter next generation #next gen harry potter #next generation #harry potter fanfiction #ours #ellie #writing #thank you so much for this ask!!! i've been thinking about louis a lot lately #as he features very heavily in a lily fic i'm working on off another request #and it was so fun developing his future self for this!! #warwounds

[heartslogos]

newfragile yellows [411]

By the time the Iron Bull is done with debrief and…attempts at comfort? Damage control? Offering support? Maxwell is pretty sure that he’s stopped processing thought entirely. Time, colors, sounds, faces, all of it has washed away from him. Like trash on a wave, just - taken away momentarily by the tide. It will, inevitably, come all rushing back towards him in an overwhelming wave of matter that Maxwell simply can’t process. But right now it’s all very far away and unrecognizable, distant.

He feels like he’s dazed. Or stunned. But not exactly, because inside of him there is a loud and hysterical scream that echoes through his chest, and somehow gets lost on the way to its mouth so it just stays inside. Which is, he supposes, all the best.

The Iron Bull tries. And ordinarily he’d have succeeded in comforting him and assuring him and helping him get back into his own head. The Iron Bull is a seasoned veteran. He’s done more things in his life, seen more things and had more things done to him, than Maxwell could even imagine. But Maxwell doesn’t need that right now. He doesn’t need someone who’s seen shit and who’s done some stuff to be there for him.

What Maxwell needs is someone who’s gone through exactly, down to the very last detail the same thing as him. What Maxwell needs are his partners.

He needs Kaaras. He needs Ellana.

And to get to one, he needs the other; Maxwell isn’t going to fucking abandon Ellana to the tide that’s threatening to take him under.

He finds her in the long hallway that runs over the main hall floo network. She’s sitting on one of the benches by the glass, staring off into the distance. She’s got one of the weighted blankets around her and she’s holding a mug of something steaming.

He sits next to her and she wordlessly holds it out to him. Max takes a sniff and almost drops the thing, recoiling as he thrusts it back at her.

“What in Andraste’s name is that?”

“Firewhiskey,” Ellana replies. Her voice sounds so small and thin. Like old snake skin about to fall apart underneath your touch. Like a whisper heard through several old walls.

“And?”

“Dreamless sleep, some numbing tonic I stole from Stitches, something to cause lethargy, another numbing tonic, some sort of serum that slows reactions, and one of Anders’ secret recipes,” she says, lips slow around the words. “Fenris gave it to me. Told me to wait here. That you’d be around soon.”

Maxwell vaguely remembers someone who might have been Fenris gently pushing him in this direction and occasionally nudging him back on course if he got too lost in his head.

Good guy, Fenris.

“I should have never come here,” Ellana says, head slowly turning as she looks around them. “I should have never come to this place.”

“What?”

“Here. The aurors. The ministry,” Ellana says. “I knew I wasn’t meant to be here. I’ve known for so long, but I came anyway.”

“I…I can’t keep up with you right now,” Maxwell admits. “Please. Just say whatever it is.”

“Ever since I was little, I had a secret,” She says, eyes sliding closed, “I wanted to be a hero. Or a knight. Something like that. And I would dream about being an auror, or some member of the ministry, a detective. An Unspeakable, at times. Someone who did heroic things and went on grand adventures. Ever since I was so little. But I never said that. Not a single word to anyone. And do you remember when the Iron Bull’s story first broke? About how he defected and all of the information that came out about both sides that were using him and all of those scandals and - and all of it?”

“Yeah.”

“Dread Wolf and Mythal and Dirthamen, he was my hero. I just - I lost it. I had this grand idea of  something in my head and I wanted to be just like him, Max. I wanted to be that kind of person who could do good things and pull off all of those daring risks and come out of it a good person, still. And then - and then the tournament.” Ellana’s eyes open and her face is so white and bloodless and gray that she could be a ghost.

Isn’t that how everything is for the three of them?

Everything was fine and going wonderfully and on track.

And then the tournament.

(Maxwell was well on his way of being free and independent, his family this close, this damn close to letting him go his own way. And then the tournament.

Kaaras was starting to get comfortable in himself, taking small steps towards figuring out what he wants and how he wants to do things. And then the tournament.)

“After the dragons, we thought we were good,” Ellana says. “We got fucking cocky. We got out of that no injuries. No muss. No fuss. And then - and then - “

“The fucking spheres,” Maxwell says.

“The gods damned fucking spheres,” Ellana agrees.

The spheres. Four interlocked magical barriers with moving platforms. The barriers moved. The platforms moved. Both were suspended above ground a good four stories. And inside each sphere was something different. In one lava and fire. In another howling wind. In another frigid ice water that kept swirling and spinning. And in the last sand and huge boulders crashing together like a rockslide.

The fastest to finish all four courses would win the round.

Kaaras still has a limp and trouble holding things in his left hand. Maxwell’s entire back and parts of his legs and chest are covered in burn scars that just didn’t fade as much as anyone thought they would. Ellana’s hurts aren’t physical. But she was dead. She was dead for at least two minutes before they managed to bring her back.

“And then the kill box,” Ellana’s voice is so quiet that Maxwell doesn’t hear it. But he hears the words in his mind, because logically those are the only things that could come next.

They didn’t call it the kill box.

That’s what the three of them called it, afterwards.

A cube of magical energy that the three of them were deposited into. Supposedly the crowd could see in, but they couldn’t see out. It was just darkness in there. And they had to find their way through and get to the center where there was the trophy waiting for them. A variation on a theme, really. Years before the kill box it was a maze, before then it was an obstacle course, so on and so forth.

In the darkness there were things. Demons. Apparitions. Beasts. Phantoms, ghouls, all manner of things that should have never been inflected upon them. With time and distance Maxwell recognizes that they were children. This should have never been on them. The people who put those things in that box and then put the three of them in there and said survive were sadists and twisted.

“I did things in that box,” Ellana says, voice shaking, “I did such terrible things in that box that when I emerged I knew I could never be an auror. I would never be - I would never be like him. I would never be like you. Or Kaaras. Or like anything anyone thought I could be. Champion, they said. The witch of the age, they called me. A paragon of magic, they say. Lies.”

“We all did terrible things in that box.”

“Oh, I know,” Ellana says. “But I did worse. I left you.”

“We wanted you to win,” Maxwell says. “We all agree beforehand, you would win. Kaaras didn’t want the fame and the attention it would bring him, and I didn’t want my family to latch onto me because of the title. We all wanted you to win. It would boost your house’s reputation, and it would give a face to minorities. You wanted to win. You actually wanted it, unlike us.”

“You don’t understand, Max,” Ellana says. “I left you.”

Ellana looks at him.

“When you and Kaaras went in, there was darkness. But I could see you. I could see you so perfectly. At every moment I heard your suffering. If I turned to look I could see you suffer. I saw the lyrium in your hands. I saw you with the Templar brand smoking at your feet. I saw you with the sword of the Chantry raised. I saw Kaaras hold the file to his horns. I saw him with the chains around his neck. I saw him with the needle at his lips. Maxwell, I saw you. And I didn’t stop you.” Ellana stares into him. “The kill box spoke to me and said, stray not from the path before you, and victory shall be yours. Do not waver. And it made a clear path for me. Straight to the trophy. The only condition was do. Not. Waver. So I left you.”

Ellana’s voice cracks.

“I told myself, it’s what you two wanted. You agreed. We agreed going into this that I should win and this was me winning, but I didn’t win. I lost. I lost everything that should have mattered. And that’s not even all of it - I - I did such - such terrible - “

He seizes her, her mug of whatever dropping to the ground and cracking. He grabs her and pulls her in until her face is right up against his and he hisses, “No. You do not do that. Do not go down that road. Pull your shit together. We’re going home. We aren’t doing this shit here. We’re going home, okay? We’re going home.”

#heartsfic #gather your party and venture forth

[pan-xichen]

things I think about a lot

- bi-curious Lance

- Shiro using his galra arm to heat stuff

- stars catching in Keith's eyes and making them Sparkly™

- Keith's galra genes kicking in and him growing taller than Shiro

- the team finding a group of Alteans all frozen in cryopods on an evacuation ship like Allura and Coran were; they're all alive and well and start living on the ship with everyone

- the team all going back to the space mall and Lance buying Allura something sparkly

- Shiro not liking his white hair and Keith buying a bunch of different colours of hair dye for him, including black but also pastel and neon colours; Shiro starts changing the colour of his floof every two weeks

- an episode in which the team decides to take a break on a peaceful planet and they go to the beach (it probably doesn't go as planned nothing ever does)

- Keith and Lance starting a splash fight in said beach episode with Shiro eventually joining Keith and Hunk joining Lance, then Pidge and Allura joining in on their own team, but the clear winner ends up being Coran as he single-handedly soaks everyone at once; they make him a trophy and he loves it

- the Blade of Marmora finally getting to rest

- Shiro enjoying building pillow/blanket forts

- Keith and Shiro being mistaken for a couple by some aliens and Lance never letting them live it down

- genderfluid Lotor

- Zarkon and Haggar somehow being "cured" and dying anyway because they were supposed to die thousands of years ago and they're currently zombies; they're buried side by side on a planet with no dominant species where their bodies will remain at peace

- Lotor turning against Zarkon, not so much to help the paladins but for his own gain, and begrudgingly having to try and enlist their help anyway; if they agree he tries to command them but Keith is like "oh fuck no we just have a common goal we do not answer to your ass" and Shiro has to hold him back

- Pidge getting a Rover 2.0

- Kuron having a serious existential crisis when he learns he isn't Shiro and the team turning on him because they're hurt and think he's at fault

- Keith standing up for Kuron because he knows what it's like to find out you're not what you thought you were and have people you love turn on you for something you can't control; also because Shiro was the only one who didn't treat him differently when they found out he was part galra and even though Kuron isn't Shiro parts of him still are

- Kuron being cut from the galra altogether and allowed to be his own person; maybe he becomes VLD's incarnation of Ryou

- what if Kuron is not Kuron and is the real Shiro??? what if everything has been a lie this whole time?????

- wHITE PALADIN SHIRO

- Keith and Shiro as co-leaders

- the real antagonist of VLD is probably that pinkish purple monster the OG team fought at the end of season 3 and it’s controlling Zarkon’s corpse (the eyes) and Shiro’s arm is Definitely connected to it somehow and I am Very Scared for him

- MORE AU EPISODES MORE AU EPISODES MORE AU EPISODES GIVE ME HALF-ALTEAN KEITH/AKIRA OR GIVE ME DEATH

- the Alteans in that alternate reality were really similar to the Knights Templar in Assassin’s Creed

- what if Keith is a time traveler/dimension hopper and he’s been through most of what’s happened before/all of what’s happened before but lost some memories when he traveled/hopped? what if he made some kind of really bad decision and everyone but him died and he found a way to fix it? what if it has something to do with why he’s so insistent on catching Lotor? what if “as many times as it takes” means “I’m going to repeatedly travel through time/realities until I get this right and you and everyone else survives or until I die trying”? what if in order to prevent everyone else’s deaths in that circumstance Keith gives himself up in the end? what if everyone died the first time in that hypothetical circumstance because he did choose Shiro over saving the universe???

- what if Keith’s choice that separates him from the rest of the team in season 4 has something to do with Shiro/Kuron?

#i might add to this later #voltron #vld

[camorrsthorn]

Hi, I'm kinda new here, and so I mostly have just seen the art of your OCs? (Which is awesome, btw.) But I was wondering if you could give, like, a basic outline of who they are and maybe their universe? (Bc worldbuilding is ALWAYS cool.) Thanks! (And again, love your art

aaa thank you!! i have. a lot bear with me lmao but. i’m gonna put this under a cut because Oh Dang That’s Too Many

video game ocs: holy moley that’s a lot

tarris, relic, kharza gra-durza, serindil, riandil, vhesryn, saaji and zhakka are all from elder scrolls!! 

tarris is a bosmer thief/assassin who’s actually real bad at fighting and is probably half magpie, don’t wear jewelery near her she will Have It

relic is a bosmer vampire who is an asshole. he’s awful. he knows magic but mostly likes to Stab. he exists in the same world-state as tarris and kharza and probably a few others 

kharza is an orc warrior who’s like the only lawful good character i have, whoops. she sometimes turns into a werewolf and mauls people but that’s a minor character flaw. she’s a big gay

serindil is an altmer mage!! very very much a glass cannon. they were with the thalmor embassy in skyrim until they... sort of defected?? they’re still an ass tho

riandil is a bosmer scout!! he’s from eso so i’m not sure exactly how he fits into the world state, but he’s a big ball of sunshine. he likes very very bad puns and responding to altmer supremacy by acting real stupid until THEY look stupid. he’s great

vhesryn is a dunmer assassin but he’s also a big ol’ dick. he’s a vampire too but mostly a dick. his hobbies include being an asshole and stabbing people, also dancing

saaji is a khajiit thief and very pure good person. she;s good. she’ll steal your things but she’s good she’ll prolly give em back. really just wants a warm spot in the sun, very very tired of almer

zhakka is a redguard warrior and former pirate!! i love her. she scowls a lot and looks grumpy but she’s grinning inside just all the time. you know those people who say the most ridiculous funny shit with a totally stoic face?? that’s zhakka

spring and bishop are from fallout

spring washington is Soft. she’s a soft soft person. she likes plants and photography, but also she was her school’s boxing champion pre-war and won trophies for shooting, and likes to keep a switchblade on her at all times. met her husband when he had to drag her off some creep. she just wants to make the world a bit brighter!!

bishop is. bishop. he’s my courier and he’s??? the worst. he’s obnoxiously lucky and knows it, and very charming despite the amount of times he puts his foot directly in his mouth. he’s good at heart but also does what seems good/fun/cool at the time??? “hey bishop when is the last time you washed” “i dunno when did it last rain” “i don’t want to travel with you any more”

i have a whole lot of dragon age ocs bear with me

rasha tabris is Angry. i once described her as a wildfire in a very pretentious thing i didn’t post but it’s apt!! she stayed with the wardens because duncan was the reason she could kill vaughn, and the reason she wasn’t killed for it. she died fighting the archdemon because there was no way she was trusting some human, and died spitting and cursing

katia brosca’s main personality trait is Spite. people told her she could only be this this and this because casteless, so she did absolutely everything she could to prove them wrong. a lot of her loudness and bravado is a front to protect herself, but not all of it

hildr aeuducan’s middle name is duty. she does the job she’s got to do, and does it well. she doesn’t really Do sentiment?? and she’s never once but her own opinions over what’s best. she left behlen on the throne despite. everything

cian mahariel is Ridiculous. they spend half their time in trees despite having broken at least one bone on every part of their body falling out of them, and are Always Smiling

niketas surana lives on his nerves. his skills include flinching, stammering, going beet red if anybody looks at him for too long, and falling a little bit in love with anybody who’s nice to him. he’ll very very gladly swallow all his fear to protect people though, and repeatedly put himself between templars and scared younger mages while still in the tower. would die for jowan, frankly

vinnora lavellan is a sweetheart!! she just wants to be nice to everyone, and frankly deserves better than she got. she never wanted to be inquisitor, but figured she could at least use the position to help people who needed it, and tried to

noah shepard is my only real mass effect character worth talking about!! she’s a Delight and i love her. she’s paragon to her core, and goes out of her way to help people or offer a shoulder, but she’s absolutely not afraid to speak her mind or tell assholes to get fucked. she’s very very tired and full of guilt and regret. please let her sleep

d&d ocs!! are they ocs technically. i’m counting them i love them

dáithí lathlaeril is a half elven wild magic sorcerer and the only one i have actually played!! they’re half of a set of twins born to a high elven noblewoman and her human husband. they accidentally burned down their family library after overhearing their mother agree to essentially disinherit them, and have been an adventurer ever since. they have Lots of emotions always, and swing between “i’m inherently superior to all of you and also have cool magic” and “oh god i’m the worst i’m pathetic is my magic even good” and it’s terrible. please give them a hug. their name is pronounced DAH-hee

dáimhín lathlaeril is the other twin!! she left home to go be a bard but attracted an archfey with her singing, and wound up a warlock. still pretends to be a bard tho. she’s obnoxiously charming and knows it, and is WAY more relaxed and happy go lucky than their twin. she’s still pretty prissy tho. her name is pronounced like DAH-veen. also she’s not a girl, she’s nb!! like her twin. “finch that wouldn’t happen” haha what i can’t hear you

zeerith is a drow rogue!! he had just the worst life but is So Good at pretending he didn’t. what do you mean he’s almost certainly traumatised and emotionally messed up, he’s smiling, see?? trust him. he really really hates killing and would much rather talk his way out of trouble, but isn’t at all above hurting people to defend people?? also he’s very handsome and charming, focus on that. no don’t ask him if he’s ok. very very prone to talking someone to death if given half a chance

most of my actually original characters are from the same world!! it’s tag is “untitled a” because i don’t have a name for it yet lmao. there’s also a bunch of gods to go with these guys but i don’t even have names for them yet so lmao

fionn is prolly currently my most developed character from it. he’s an elf, which is fairly rare, and a magic user, which is rarer. he doesn’t care tho. he’s an ex-soldier who deserted after some very bad stuff happened, and he’s just trying to keep his head down. the god of luck and fate took a shine to him tho, so that’s not going too well. he uses his magic to make people think he’s much better at playing music than he is, but he could do Very cool things. he won’t tho

sabre is also an elf, but she’s a thief and very happy about it. she’s tiny and literally always ready to fight. she’ll fight anyone. she’ll Win against anyone. don’t fight sabre she jut doesn’t stop. she’s got a pretty strict Code tho, and won’t steal from anyone who can’t afford it, or fight anyone who can’t fight back. technically steals to give to the poor but also keeps a lot. she worked for that ill gotten gold!! she’s one of the two people who got “chosen” by the twin gods of the hunt, which she’s pretty stoked about. she’s got a tattoo honoring one of the twins

zarifa is the captain of an as-yet unnamed ship, and a totally legitimate merchant sailor. no pirates here absolutely not haha what’s that officer nope no illegitimate goods either, trust her. she’s got a good heart but also she’s pretty practical, and ensuring her own survival and the survival of her crew trumps morals every time. she’s the “chosen” of the god of the sea, which is an incredibly mixed bag

sylvie pike is zarifa’s first mate, but not nearly as professional. she likes to have fun, and insists on dragging zarifa with her. she’s got a much thicker accent than any other member of the crew, and makes it impenetrably thicker when she wants to be difficult. she’s not as good at overcoming her conscience as zarifa is

billie shaw is possibly my oldest current oc, holy shit. they’re kind of the odd job person aboard the ship, and also sing shanties and (badly) play the accordion. has a big big soft spot for kids. also hates shoes. what the fuck billie. put some boots on you ridiculous human being

sara tillman is possibly the only ordinary person on board the ship. she’s the ship’s doctor, despite being easily the youngest person aboard, and despite having only ever operated on her family’s farm prior to being hired. she’s got like ten siblings and loves all of them very very much

there’s also a handful of others from this universe who aren’t nearly as fleshed out yet, other than the gods, but they aren’t fleshed out!! “finch neither are any of the people you’ve talked about” [sweats]

#I AM ALMOST DEFINITELY MISSING SOMEBODY #MULTIPLE SOMEBODIES!! #oc tag #oc masterpost #heck yeah #Anonymous #ask tag