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As you can tell, I was super lazy with the background, but it's my birthday so I can do what I want. 😋 This is what Deshi looks like for most of Fourth Fragment. He's been on my mind a lot, so I drew him. Thank you muse for this wonderful gift!

You know, she could, but I'd rather you actually get to read it.

So you know what, if I win? We're gonna force her send the old version of the ebook to some random person that voted for me because you deserve to read my, I mean Deshi's, story. Or maybe we can make her do that anyway, whether I win or not, just because I made it to the semi-finals. Like this post if you're interested!

I meant to make this on my way home, but the conditions were never right. I’m sorry it’s late.

Consider it a Christmas work as a thank you for all your hard work and for being such a good friend, even when you’re busy with your many works.

I hope it’s not impossible to tell who it’s supposed to be.

Deshi & Stag are @solarsavoy's characters. I'm pretty sure many can give a guess on who was the inspiration for the third character in this. XD So, here we go. A silly untitled fanficlet. ^^

(Deshi and Stag are in Japan. Don’t ask me why. I guess they got somehow thrown into our world and they’re now desperately trying to find the way back. They should find some exact place for this or something… or maybe a person? I don’t know, really, and it doesn’t matter. It’s not like this thing had a plot. XD)

Stag’s waiting at a quiet corner of a park. Deshi comes there accompanied by a blond guy who is (Stag can’t help but noticing) rather pretty.

“Hey, Stag!” Deshi calls out. “I found us a guide! This is Pierre.”

The blond bows his head a little in greeting. “Salut! Nice to meet you.”

“Hi.” Stag replies, staring a little. Yes. Definitely pretty. And… “You… don’t look like Japanese.”

Anything but. This guy’s hair is reassuringly blond, wildly different from all those black-haired people­ who inhabit this weird place.

Pierre laughs. “No, I’m French. I’m here on student exchange.”

Those words spark Stag’s interest even more than his prettiness. “French, you say? Hey, that’s awesome!”

Pierre gives him a curious look. “Oui? You like the French?”

“Well, I’ve never met any before, but I’ve heard a lot of good things.” Very good things. He can’t help but get a bit excited. “Hey, do you duel?”

“Well, actually, I do!” Pierre replies, laughing.  “In fact, I was just on my way home from the university’s kendo club. But I’ve also been fencing since I was ten.”

Something lights up in Stag’s eyes. “Really? That’s…”

“You know, Stag,” Deshi tries to put in, “I really don’t think—"

“Hush now there!” Stag doesn’t right now have any attention to anything else but the duelling pretty French boy in front of him – no, not even Deshi. “You mean you’ve your sword with you now? How about a match?”

Pierre gives another laugh, though this time it sounds a bit nervous. “You mean… here? Now? I mean, I’m not sure if… we’re supposed to…”

Stag waves his weak protests aside. “Oh, c’mon! There’s no one around! Let’s just spar a bit quickly, how about it?”

“Well, I guess…” Pierre sounds still quite hesitant, but he lowers his bag to the ground and starts opening it.

“Stag,” Deshi says more strictly. “You really can’t do this here. And you shouldn’t… no, wait, don’t…!”

He’s too late. Stag has already shaken down the clothes that were wrapped around his sword and is about to pull it out. Pierre has paused, frozen over his bag, staring at it with eyes wide as plates.

“Ih…is… is th-that… is that a real sword?!” he asks, his voice stuck in his throat, at the same time as Deshi exclaims. “I told you to keep it hidden!”

Stag frowns. “Of course it’s a real sword. What kind of a question is that?” He looks at the open bag, and his frown deepens. “…oh, you just have wooden sticks? Didn’t you say you’ve been fencing since you were ten, why do you use stuff like that?”

Pierre straightens slowly and backs away a step. His pretty face is strangely pale. “Ah…I… you… that is…”

Disappointment is beginning to grow within Stag, but he’s not giving up yet. “Come now, don’t you really have anything else with you? I’m not fighting with something like that!”

“Put. It. Away.” Deshi says in the background, but he’s being ignored. “Stag! Listen to me! You need to put it away, now!”

Pierre’s eyes are fixed on the bare blade. “R-real. Real. Real sword? Wha…”

“Sure is,” Stag says slightly and swings it a bit. Pierre yelps and jumps backward.

“Be careful! It’s sharp!”

Stag snorts. “It better be. I take good care of my weapons, you know.”

Pierre is beginning to get over his initial shock. He grasps his bag, eyes jumping wildly from Stag to Deshi and back. “S…s-sorry, I… I j-just remembered… somewhere I should be… uh, I, that is, really…” He stumbles backwards, then turns and starts running. “I gotta go, sorry!” he yells as he sprints away as fast as he can.

Deshi heaves out a deep sigh, giving Stag a dark look. “Right when I had found us a guide you just had to scare him away.”

Stag is still staring glumly after Pierre. “I’ve been lied to about the French,” he mutters to himself.

THE END.

(Reference for those who don't get the end XD check the comments there, too)

Sure, sure! Thank you for the ask!

(I feel like I should mention it here, but I am willing to do others’ OCs, so long as there’s a reference(s))

He looks so done here, haha XD I wonder why?

Anywho, I hope I captured his likeness—and that you like it, of course!

So last time I drew myself in a Paladin armor, this time I draw my alien persona. This is Xio, a Krystarian Princess and the new Black Paladin a few generations after the war against the Galra (supposing Voltron isn’t destroyed on the final battle? Dunno).

I did not draw the background because, no time, but did a rather lazy photshop on a Pidge picture. I think it looks decent...