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do you like fantasy ? what about world building ? if you’re looking for a plethora of wild characters to develop new worlds with, then this is the blog for you ! featuring 18 OCs to pick from with varied backgrounds , & lore as well as CATRA from SHE-RA AND THE PRINCESSES OF POWER ! all written & adored by your neighborhood blob , nima ! give this post a quick ♡ &/or ↻ & i’ll come check out your blog !
ethaeria
saccharine is the taste of his lips , like the rarest of honeyed wines , immaculate & besotting , sending skin aflame & head spinning . careful digits explore the arch of a cheek , the line of his jaw , the curve of his neck . plush tiers press & part in slow dance , entranced by their muse . softly kaiera’s teeth press into shiro’s lower lip , not a nip of lust , but of need – a desperate gesture to pull him in deeper, closer , if ever such a thing were possible , to melt together into one . they feel to drag of shiro’s fingers , the ushering tug against his body , an adonis carved of the most precious stone , ‘neath their fingers this body feels foreign , yet deeply familiar .
exploration halts , if only to allow shiro to discard his shirt , which encourages kaiera to do the same . their body was not as his , a canvas with no strokes of ink . theirs held scars , some deep other paling into oblivion. their body had a history, a life before it had become shiro’s. reverent, their hands splayed across muscular pectorals , groping a moment , before they move to shoulders . kaiera’s eyes filled with adoration , marvel , drink in their soulmate , as if they were parched . closing their eyes, holding shiro’s neck , kaiera presses their foreheads together in a gesture of deep affection , & trust . the language of their people was primarily touch based – each nudge , pinch , bite , brush .. it all held a meaning to them. like this , settled on shiro’s lap , flesh to flesh , hearts beating to one rhythm , kaiera felt complete .
The Galra had perfected their champion , their weapon , their catalyst meant to implode the paladins. A final conclusion , soul reunited with processed flesh and bone. It isn’t often it feels like home , but it is beginning to. Any skin would feel like home beneath their touch. His lips part to welcome their own , not connecting the kiss and rather letting their gesture linger , enjoying every tick. Behind closed doors , he dons a different demeanor — the same commanding leader , the same control for the situation , only a hungrier urge marking polarity.
His touch returns as soon as the fabric is removed , now pressing into direct warmth and soft hue. His own chest expands and retracts beneath with a drawn out breath , prolonged , maybe making the time last just a bit longer. Their scars are a different home to him , minuscule mountains traced under fingertips , painting an image he has always found flawless. Their affection once foreign has now become contagious , addictive even , something he can’t imagine his life without. The admiral pulls their bodies together with one organic , powerful bicep tucked on their side , fascinated by a harmonious beat. It brought a new meaning to soulmate for him.
His palm continues to explore. Once overcome with exhaustion , he finds himself beyond relaxed , consumed gladly by their embrace. Hot breath dances across their throat to whisper their name , deep and slow , bodies intertwined , each abdominal muscle fitting like a puzzle piece with their own , continuous thump representing one beating heart , each half a tethered piece of their own.
if you thought I’d come back and NOT have a music recommendation you were wrong. I’ll be somewhat low activity ( as you can see ) depending on threads I decide to run with considering everything going on in the world, but still as active as I can be. Most of the people I knew in the fandom have moved on and I’m always looking for new people to follow. That being said, hello to all the new followers.

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❝ The most dangerous woman of all is the one who REFUSES to rely on your sword to save her because she carries her OWN. ❞ - R.H SIN
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ethaeria
they sense in him a slow release , one his body tenses away from still when mind wanders , but the heart & the desire were there – to relax , to give in , to indulge . kaiera’s need echo shiro’s own ; being apart from him so consistently during the war against the galra had been taxing. their time discovering each other in space , before earth , were a distant yet fond memory . to finally be able to lock a door & simply be in each other’s presence , after so many moments of stolen glances & interrupted touches , was a gift kaiera also planned to take advantage of .
their heart skips a beat as teeth press into their flesh , shivers once so subtle now wild & bold as a sense of need for the other begins to bubble deep within. their breath catches in their lungs for a moment , spine arching as shiro’s fingers find their bare skin , chest pressing into love’s as their own hands smooth up shiro’s chest , to settle on shoulders, before cupping his face. they shift tugging lips to own again , prolonging contact , as soft tiers move against the admiral’s, pressing, moulding, tugging ever so gently , each movement exploratory , almost shy .
Even before the war , before Voltron , before Kerberos , relaxing was an endless struggle. An unconscious fear once he slowed down that the world would never pick back up , that he would never get back up. That somewhere sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ would need him and he would not be there. Even knowing how irrational it may be , the urge plagues him —— not now. Not in their arms.
It had once been an innocent gaze. The war took center stage , a storm masking every chance for love and joy with a cloud of paranoia , of regret , of fear to lose what he might not even yet have. The storm has passed , their budding romance bathed in long awaited sunlight and nourishment — now , he may indulge.
Fingertips with clean cut , short nails press into their skin , tracing down their back as pads lightly drag down their shoulder blade. Their soft , warm skin , how they move with sensitivity beneath his touch. Once his lips part from their neck , he is met instantly with their lips , eyes closed , pouring his raw trust and adoration into them. His soul feels apart from this newfound body once more , like they’re touching the very surface of his essence beyond a physical barrier. Maybe he’s imagining it. Maybe he isn’t.
The prosthetic arm hums , nearly covering them with muscle and synthetic , grasping their hip and tucking their lower back close against his body as the kiss continues. Welcoming their exploration , knowing it will benefit them both. There’s a hesitation as the prosthetic raises , peeling the uniform from his own body —— scars he once knew were gone , muscle mass newly acquired , a body he doesn’t recognize and now must call his own , every inch of it theirs.
ethaeria
hum resonates in their throat as they close their eyes , breathing in the soft scent of shiro’s skin , tuning out everything that wasn’t simply him . fingers trail over lover’s body in exploratory fashion , lazy in their gliding but tender nevertheless . intimacy was so difficult to maintain aboard a vessel , often only the confines of their quarters the only serenity they could find – & even that was tenuous in times of duress .
shivers ripple over their flesh as shiro’s lips press unforgiving kisses . truly , the power this man held over them was far too immense to comprehend ; the gentlest caress , or glance was enough to melt kaiera into a pool of love & desire . sparks flutter where his teeth press , a smile peaceably curling into their plump lips , as they trace their nose along to curve of shiro’s neck , their own mouth pressed softly to the curve of his jaw . ‘ good . i was hoping you’d say that . ’
Part of him expects an interruption. A catastrophic failure of the ᴀᴛʟᴀs shields, one of the Paladins charging in with urgent news. It’s odd finally having some time to himself — to themselves — without a near-guarantee of impending doom on the horizon. It’s a relief , sure , but a weight off his shoulders he still isn’t used to being freed of. Their fingertips soothe his anxiety , relax tense muscles beneath hard , battered skin. His own fingertips drag across their back gently , clutching atop the fabric of their shirt.
His teeth sink hungrily against the surface of their skin , settling long enough to leave a mark as he works the spot with considerate care. Like he’d been waiting days —— weeks just to give that particular spot the attention it deserves. A breath escapes his chest ( shallow and quick ) as he finally moves , planting a kiss over the area. His quarters locked down , a spacious vacuum with few belongings ( he hasn’t had time to gather much, being dead and all ) placed here and there , a familiar bed with more than enough space for the two of them. The true meaning of peace finally discovered.
His organic palm finds its way underneath fabric , greedy for more contact , even just the comfort of warmth to make up for what the other can’t provide.
ethaeria
body tangles with love , body molding to shiro’s, chest to chest , arms wrapped ‘round his shoulder , fingers curling in his hair, nails blunt against his scalp as they seek to mesh their beings together as closely as they could , slipping slowly onto shiro’s lap .
‘ very true .. i do not believe fate will succeed in keeping us grounded for long , ’ kaiera’s words are but a murmur , hugging the ex - paladin close to themselves , hand moving across his body , rubbing his back , the other placed at the nape of his neck , as they lean their head into the crook where shoulder curves towards jaw . ‘ let us cherish and make the most of these days , for they are short and will undoubtedly be far between . ’
His thighs spread with a welcoming gap to fit their form , both synthetic and organic hands resting around their body with a comfortable yet snug grasp. He knows better than to take advantage of moments like these —— far too many times like these robbed from him by the ongoing war. With a grand threat gone , and a universe no longer united , his list of responsibly has only grown in scale.
Still , he owes it to them , to himself , to relax once in a while.
He loses himself in their palm on his back , sore muscles relaxed with even the gentlest of massages. His nose tucks into the crook of their neck like a biological puzzle piece finding its match , lips parting to plant a wet , slow kiss on the warm surface. His fingertips bend and press into their shoulder blade , their lower back , letting out a long held sigh of relief between. He murmurs before pressing his teeth to find the perfect spot in need of attention — ❛ ... I’ll start with now. ❜

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❛ i trust you have an explanation for this. a very good one. ❜
He didn’t. At least he’d have the decency to admit he doesn’t.
❛ Not really. ❜ The wound is deep , but not life threatening , lined with some heroic self-sacrificial venture and a hasty application of medical attention. Enough to keep him from bleeding out before they made it back to the castle. Another scar to add to the rest riddling his torso. ❛ I’m fine. I promise. They just caught me by surprise. ❜
See You Space Paladins…
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𝒕𝒚𝒑𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 : 𝒅𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔
adapted from this post. bold what definitely applies to your muse. italicize what somewhat applies to your muse.
𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙰𝙽 » toothy grins, stories around the campfire, clothes covered in pet hair, hot temper, old jeans, heartbeat in head, potatoes and steak, beaded jewelry, bruises like galaxies, mementos, backpack stuffed full, craigslist furniture, spontaneous road trips, air ripped from lungs
𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙳 » homemade bread, white lies, easily excited, trying on hats, band geek, pep talks, no impulse control, sunsets, vintage fashion, long showers, selfies, following dreams, rosy cheeks, song mash-ups, pink lemonade with tequila, loves easily, animated storyteller, full of comebacks
𝙲𝙻𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙲 » list of wishes, biting their tongue, band-aids and neosporin, shoulder to cry on, morning sun, necklaces, trial and error, homemade quilts, formal clothing, astrology fan, messages in bottles, pleated braids, speaking up for friends, feathers, motivational quotes, vivid dreams
𝙳𝚁𝚄𝙸𝙳 » bird watching, shy kid, wind chimes, trying to whistle, summer camp, apple orchards, lost in their head, glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling, hoodies, thrift shopping, saving worms off the sidewalk, pig latin, bare feet, thunderstorms, numb fingers, braided hair, naming potted plants
𝙵𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙴𝚁 » goosebumps, leather jackets, adventure, chewing nails, cares deeply but can’t show it, bronze locks, no sleep, taste of iron, netflix binges, never forgets, combat boots, stories behind scars, table for one, official soundtracks, sore calves, trusts themselves the most
𝙼𝙾𝙽𝙺 » always trying to be better, wanderlust, meditation, sweat pants, old photographs, yoga, sleeping in hammocks, nostalgia, minimalist design, breath of fresh air, baby animals, volunteering, perfectionist, doesn’t care about fashion, healthy snacks, noticing the little things
𝙿𝙰𝙻𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽 » school uniforms, thick jackets, sleeping with the windows open, logical advice, scrapbooking, compasses, i fight for my friends, sculpture gardens, cold morning air, big soul, likes routine, secret romantic, last to get jokes, sunflowers, practical presents, misty weather
𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁 » herbal tea, smell of rain, blinking away tears, camping trips, collecting bones, swiss army knives, first impressions, anxious thoughts, bobby pins, burnt marshmallows, too competitive, clothes lines, messenger bags, holding grudges, gets along better with animals than people
𝚁𝙾𝙶𝚄𝙴 » flirtatious sarcasm, candid photos, lost phone chargers, adrenaline rush, picking dirt out from beneath their nails, social chameleon, clashing clothes, self-deprecating jokes, claw machines, sits in chairs wrong, smudged eyeliner, has too many sunglasses, eats nothing or everything
𝚂𝙾𝚁𝙲𝙴𝚁𝙴𝚁 » infectious laugh, family trees, shivers down their spine, lipstick and roses, mood swings, clumsy, believing in destiny, high expectations, sleeping in darkness, collection of nail polish, passionate, good grades but never studies, poetry books, blowing kisses, not knowing their own strength
𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺 » knowing everyone’s secrets, backpack covered in pins, envy, being in walmart late at night, earl grey, selective memory, conspiracy theories and cryptids, keysmashing, need to know basis, can’t cook, bags under eyes, experimental art, flickering bulbs, black clothing all year long
𝚆𝙸𝚉𝙰𝚁𝙳 » piles of textbooks, cat in lap, keeping a diary, indecision, scented candles, studying alone in a café, lingering touches, museum dates, unanswered questions, taking on too much responsibility, collections, chalk dust, comfy robes, unnecessary apologies, coming home after a long day
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ethaeria
ear twitches at shiro’s softly spoken words . I DON’T EVEN HAVE MUCH TO OFFER he says , as though he had not offered kaiera already a new life , a new purpose , joy , love , adventure . their heart feels squeezed by an invisible hand , saddened that their love saw in himself little worth. when kaiera sees shiro , they see their entire universe – abounding with complexities , gifts & wonder . words couldn’t express how they felt – but gestures could . their people communicated more by touch than they did with words , the language of a gesture more sacred & deep than any simple saying . they shift , sitting up , & press the admiral’s hand to their heart , their own to his — & their foreheads together , noses brushing.
they remain quietly this way , free hand curling against the name of the other’s neck , brushing thumb over short kept hair . ‘ you’ve offered me a world , a life , everything i could ever hope for . please do not doubt your worth , in my eyes , you are everything. ’ they pull away , lazy smirk on their lips as they steal yet another kiss . ‘ neither can i – to think the war would end , and i’d meet you , find allura again .. it feels surreal that it’s over . ’
Humanity has done a well enough job of making love a tangible thing — but it was still never something he was skilled with. He had always put his accomplishments first , his aspirations and dreams , conquering the impossible and leading where he could. Now , the fight must not be abandoned , but something else will take a significant spot at the top of his priority list. It’s become something instinctual rather than something he needs to remind himself of. Strong fingertips rest over their chest , feeling the steady thump beneath his touch. He could swear his own is in sync.
‘ There’s always another battle on the horizon , ’ he murmurs , the lack of distance quieting his tone. ‘ But it’s nice to have a break once in a while. ’ With crooked grin he tilts his head just enough to meet their lips , this time lingering longer than before. Sometimes he can be incredible with his words — a speech that could inspire the entire coalition — and other times, he can’t seem to find any capable of expressing just how strong his love may be. How perfect they are in his eyes. How meeting them has made every hardship in his past worth the pain ; to know the rest of his life would be spent in rapture.
ethaeria
to explain the bond nostrean’s made with their soulmates was complex . for them , a being made entirely of quintessence , the moment their heart was bonded , every other part of them was as well . between nostreans the bond meant mental telepathy , a deep devoted love , desire , lust , happiness , need. their presence would naturally extend shiro’s life , but , ultimately their own would shorten to match the admiral’s .
a warm chuckle escapes them , lips curled into a kind smile . ‘ yes , loving an alien is quite an adventure , but especially this alien – ’ a whistle , as they shift to nuzzle the other’s thigh. ‘ does it truly need explanation ? tis a bond between us , only for us .. we know it’s depth , it’s strength and importance .. indulge in it – in me . let the rest figure itself out , hm ? well , that’s my opinion anyways. i want to discover you , all of you , every inch — for the rest of my life . ’
Everything in the Garrison , in Earth’s philosophy in general , was taken literally. His sciences, engineering, everything —— quintessence was an anomaly when introduced. To be able to practically measure life force a foreign concept , to know every living thing is comprised of the same material. To find himself connected to another in not only a literal sense , but an intangible bond stronger than the gravity of a supernova , binding their lives together.
He hasn’t even had time for a proper ceremony , but certainly owes them one.
‘ It’s perspective — to you , I’M the alien. I don’t even have much to offer. ’ Fingers thread through their hair , crooked grin across his lips. The words dance across his mind , but he tells himself this isn’t the time , or the place. Then again , what will be the time or the place ? A fabricated need to make a grand gesture , perhaps to make up for everything they have gone through. To have one moment go the way he’s planned against the chaos of his new reality. To express his love in a way they’ll remember ; not that Kai has ever been picky , but Shiro still believes they deserve only the best. Besides —— he doesn’t even have a ring yet.
‘ I’ve learned not to get stuck on trying to explain the unexplainable. I still can hardly believe everything that’s happened. ’

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ethaeria
his words murmured against their lips is a mantra – of love , devotion , tenderness. to think they would be blessed with this connection in their lifetime , after all the LOSS , after all the hopelessness they’d both traversed , to find each other . ‘ oh ? then we spoil each other . is this not the truest truth of love ? ’ voice is soft , barely a whisper, words for shiro’s ears only . they press their cheek into that hand , own fingers gliding into thick , silver hair .
they tug him down again , lips slowly travelling from lips , to chin , to cheek . they loved him – so terribly , so truly . though they’d been hesitant to give their love over , only able to do so once in their life , but shiro had proved himself more than worthy of their fluttering heart. ‘ you are the captain of my heart , the keeper of my time . every essence of me is yours as well, and always will be. ’
Time and time again has he questioned his worth of a bond as strong as theirs. One that transcends comprehension. His own short lifespan now a sea of unsure query ( does this clone share the same limitations as his human form ? ) answered only with the steady passage of time , one he sacrifices whole to a leap of faith, of adoration.
‘ I guess you’re right, ’ he muses with a smile, short bangs draped over their dark hair in a clash of contrast. Their kisses are met with a flush across his cheeks , contemplative mind put to rest. No more existential worry for tonight.
‘ I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. I can’t figure out how to describe it. ’
He’s always found it difficult to explain —— similar to the bond of Paladins , without the lions’ involvement. His own essence caressed by graceful fingertips , something figurative , his misplaced soul now belonging to them.
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The weight of galaxies precariously balancing across broad shoulders, pressing down and tiring a mix of organic and synthetic muscle. A science experiment given a soul —— and yet, when in the right company, relaxation is second nature. A welcoming warmth he collapses into ( sometimes figuratively, sometimes literally ) , coiling in the embrace. He’s lowered subconsciously over their features, index finger resting atop their chin, thumb tracing over a cheek speckled with stardust. White noise of the ship’s massive engine is clashed with their lips parting , the Admiral keeping his eyes closed and distance between them short.
Making it last longer.
‘ I should be saying the same about you. ’