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anyway, I kinda don’t wanna go back to this blog, but I also don’t wanna limit myself to ONE THING, and act like I’ve never get back to talking about Papyrus, bc, unlikely

so uh. my new blog is @zefive

I’m not yet sure if I’ll make a completely new ao3, but it’s likely!! I’m not gonna say tatemae is dead, bc it still means a lot to me, but. if I ever do pick it back up, it’ll probably be to rewrite it

anyway, if you want, feel free to follow me at new blog? I also made a gore sideblog called @gorey-porey bc I love gore

atm, new blog is pretty much just Voltron, and it’ll probably stay like that for a while. buuut knowing me, it’ll eventually descend into fandom hell.

also what the fuck are these. like that’s not a fucking lion. and it doesn’t look like a Galra either. so what the fuck are they supposed to be

edit: and a close up, with freaky eyes

okay but why is Hunk’s face like that

this is right after Keith says “and then you showed up,” and Hunk is literally the only one who’s face changes in this shot.

plus in the next shot he looks super duper nervous and uneasy (”and the nervous guy is Hunk,” Pidge even says, imao) and just

imagine young and fresh-faced Coran, burstling with happy energy, walking among the Galra, and just- fitting in

imagine him learning their language, and stumbling just a bit over it; imagine Zarkon showing him around, and laughing, and imagine the camaraderie.

imagine Coran being angry, so so angry when Zarkon betrays them. angry because it’s better than being hurt, because it’s something to cling to.

imagine the confontration. the inevitableness of it.

“you were my friend,” he’d say, blood in his mouth and something achy in his chest.