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01. — first
one word prompts / no longer accepting / @logictwisted
allura stares more than she would care to admit. it’s a careful habit, at this point: her gaze glides over the sharp line of lotor’s jaw when he’s turned away, too busy examining a projected map or leaning over to question pidge and hunk’s latest projects. her eyes trace the soft curling ends of his iridescent white hair and linger at the small locks that touch his neck, separate from the otherwise immaculate mane.
in the Before — when altea shone, when her mother and father danced amongst the fully blossomed juniberry fields —she might’ve possibly allowed these small indulgences. perhaps, even, might’ve initiated more ( a lingering touch of the arm, or her hand to reach forward and brush aside those errant strands of hair, or to not look away when he turns in her direction ). instead, she clears her throat and pushes her shoulders back. instead, she keeps her hands to herself. instead, she rises up and greets him, “emperor lotor.”
Maybe the mistake of hoping never to make mistakes is the only pattern we get to leave behind us: no bells—just a calmness, after; the air so clear, we forget what hurt so much and, in forgetting it, think it’s disappeared.
— Carl Phillips, from “The Heat of the Sun,” Double Shadow
42. — foolish
everything is perilously calculated; bricks built on a heavy foundation: if there aren’t strong walls they can’t hold his body, his mind, hide the way fear makes him feel.
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hefts bae bae as high as she can, visibly struggling. "c'mooon, allura. give her a kiss!!"
she stares at the creature dead in the eye, arms crossed tight.
“i’d rather listen to coran’s 35 varga long metallic opera music.”

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this is a @logictwisted / jasper appreciation blog . in this home we love and support jasper
48. — lucky
@pinkbonded // one word writing prompts // tentatively accepting
the world molds itself to their fight – the way it never had, for him. fighting, scraping at the bottom ( a bottom-feeder ) mouth opened wide for the scraps gnashing between his teeth.
resentment is an endless pool, and it allows for advantages, for plans, for parallels in the dark – to the world, they’re a visage of hope – to him, they’re lucky.
a weapon to save the world at their fingertips; inexperienced; uncoordinated; he’s only got his own two hands, a shadow that gets heavier all the while, gaze scrutinizing. one slip up, it’s all over; no mistakes or he’s dead for sure, this time.
the world raises up their hands, outstretched, holds them up high – he is a reject on the fringes, biding his time.
their goal is his goal, but there is a shine to his fangs, a laughter exasperated in the way they tremble with suspicion, it’s only expected, it’s only expected, but the resentment is thick and dark and unforgiving, like a weight to his lungs. ( he can’t breathe, how long has it been since he’s breathed a full breath? )
thousands of years, and he feels the tips of his claws touch the goal he had always been wishing for – they take two long strides and hold his wish in their hands.
fine, he thinks, fine, releasing it with a sharp pang, his lips thinning, we both want the same thing.
fine, he thinks, looking at the shine to her eyes, seeing in her all that he wanted – all he wanted to be, thought he could be. she was born to be on the right side of it all, they were born to be the heroes.
he wasn’t, he realizes, his shadow burning on the fringes of their own, but he’s done all that he thought he can. that should be enough, right?
( floating in the void, consciousness mangled up in the ever encroaching dark, he realizes, no, it wasn’t. never would have been. )
i will not apologize for being devastatingly beautiful
Look, we are not unspectacular things. We’ve come this far, survived this much. What
would happen if we decided to survive more? To love harder?
What if we stood up with our synapses and flesh and said, No. No, to the rising tides.
— Ada Limón, from “Dead Stars,” published in The Cortland Review
Allura in 1.01: The Rise of Voltron We must fight, and keep fighting until we defeat Zarkon! It is our destiny. Voltron is the universe’s only hope; we are the universe’s only hope!

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43. — words
i. “you aren’t real,” she breathes into the barren space of her room. “you can’t be –”
he leans in close. his teeth glint in the low light. “i’m as real as you want me to be.”
ii. “i can control it just fine,” she tells her paladins.
lance eyes her. she sits straight, staring pointedly away. the light catches shiro’s hair, white as snow.
“it’ll help us.”
a small twitch of her finger against her thigh.
it moves her finger.
it moves her finger.
she smiles. “we can use it to win.”
iii. the entity pulses in tandem to her twin hearts. it is a living, breathing thing: curling through her veins; pressing against the back of her eyes; beating and slithering and taking, taking, taking –
“what would your mother say?” it feeds her in the dead of night, long after coran steps out the medical bay. more feeling than thought, a bitter mockery of blue’s loving press at the back of her head. “would she be proud?”
she curls in on herself, hands pressed to her ears.
“i can bring her back. i can bring them all back. together, allura,” and she pretends to hear anything but his voice.
one word prompts / selectively accepting / @logictwisted
01. — first
the first time he cries out, fresh and barely born, limbs outstretched, he’s left unanswered; unwanted, disregarded, a parent no more than in name.
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One Word Writing Prompts
Send me a number 1 thru 50 for a word that I’ll use to write either a headcanon, drabble, or starter. Send 🌀 for a random number instead.
01. — first 02. — kiss 03. — final 04. — numb 05. — broken 06. — wings 07. — melody 08. — rules 09. — chocolate 10. — nostalgia 11. — heartbeat 12. — stranger 13. — confusion 14. — bitter 15. — afterlife 16. — daybreak 17. — audience 18. — endless 19. — fireworks 20. — wishing 21. — birthday 22. — tomorrow 23. — oppression 24. — agony 25. — return 26. — protection 27. — boxes 28. — hope 29. — preparation 30. — beautiful 31. — lies 32. — underneath 33. — hide 34. — diary 35. — unforeseen 36. — conditional 37. — gone 38. — clear 39. — heartache 40. — wired 41. — insanity 42. — foolish 43. — words 44. — study 45. — love 46. — skies 47. — stars 48. — lucky 49. — shake 50. — punctual
notes on canon divergence:
— obviously she doesn’t die. — no romantic arc with lance. — she interacted w the alteans WAY more — not to pull a fma but instead of sacrificing herself, she gives up alchemy to save all realities — becomes chancellor of new altea after it is restored.
[ I seek the secret of life ] [ I give my own ]

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life giver
The Woman Dies | Aoko Matsuda | Granta Magazine