Im Blu, da-ba-di

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[aleois-writing]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

It’s finally up on AO3!  

This takes place at the end of episode 479, when Sasuke gets ready to leave on his years long mission. Instead of letting him go alone, Naruto decides to go with him and help him fix the broken world of shinobi.

[aleois]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapter 2 of The Wars We Make is finally up!

After ten thousand years of struggle, Zarkon is finally dead, his son vanished.Two years later, the paladins continue to fight for peace in the universe, even as they struggle to live without a crucial part of their team. They believe Lance to have died in the war, the blue paladin vanishing during the final battle, his empty lion found floating in space over a long dead planet. Keith begins to suspect that Lance is alive after he overhears an odd bit of gossip during a diplomatic party two years later, and sets off to find him.

[animugamu]

When you have that massive urge to read/write a really filthy smut

[wellfuckthishellsiteiguess-deac]

i made this instead of writing

[hellm0uths-relocated-deactivate]

*pulls up to the fanfic drive-thru window* uh yeah, i’ll take a fake relationship with a side of mutual pining and thinking the other isn’t interested, thanks

[nextraordinaire]

#*bored author’s voice over the tannoy* d'you want fluff with that? (via @amarriageoftrueminds)

[dealanexmachina]

#sure and if you can throw in an extra “sharing one bed” trope, that would be great.

[lolcat76]

How much is it to supersize to smut?

[kremblor]

So if you get smut and fluff from a drive thru where do you go for angst and dark?

[captaincrusher]

That you order from the guy in the trenchcoat in the alley. “You want angst? I got angst”

[roachpatrol]

*sticks my withered goblin paw out from under the bed* psst kid i got ‘they both think the other one is dead for like seven chapters’ 

[sunshineoptimismandangels]

Reader: “How much will that be?”

Author: “Just a comment. Please for the love of God leave a comment.”

[kickingshoes]

“Do you take fanart?”

[aleois-writing]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

It’s finally up on AO3!  

This takes place at the end of episode 479, when Sasuke gets ready to leave on his years long mission. Instead of letting him go alone, Naruto decides to go with him and help him fix the broken world of shinobi.

[aleois-writing]

Inspired by this post by @asterein

Hanahaki disease is an illness borne from unrequited love. Petals bloom in the chest, their roots threading through every inch and around every vein, filling every crevice and feeding on blood and flesh until they spill into the lung and strangle the heart.

Keep reading

[asterein]

Oh my goodness, my entire soul and being aches. This was so beautifully written, I don’t have the words to properly articulate. I don’t want to spoil anything, but this was such an emotional read, I needed to get up and pace around the room. Thank you so much for sharing your amazing writing, and being inspired by my work! 

[canariesarchive-blog-deactivate]

HELLO I JUST FOUND THE BEST FUCKING WEBSITE FOR WORKING ON CHARACTERS AND WORLD BUILDING YEET FUCKERS SEE YOU IN 8 YEARS

[canariesarchive-blog-deactivate]

If you have been struggling with world building and finding a way to keep track of everything PLEASE GOD LOOK AT NOTEBOOK.AI

Notebook.ai has different categories for different things:

And then once you make something each category has different questions for you to answer about your world:

This website is literally a blessing

[xxkomaedakinxx-deactivated20180]

@cowboymutual

[thewritings]

i….. I can’t… THIS MAY CHANGE EVERYTHING.

[aleois-writing]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Category: Canon Divergence/ Post War AU Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Relationship: Keith/Lance Word Count: 1785 Chapters: 1/?

The Wars We Make, previously called And the Young Will Fight the Wars of the Old

After ten thousand years of struggle, Zarkon is finally dead, his son vanished.Two years later, the paladins continue to fight for peace in the universe, even as they struggle to live without a crucial part of their team. They believe Lance to have died in the war, the blue paladin vanishing during the final battle, his empty lion found floating in space over a long dead planet. Keith begins to suspect that Lance is alive after he overhears an odd bit of gossip during a diplomatic party two years later, and sets off to find him.

[aleois-writing]

Chapter two will be up this weekend!

[nateswinehart]

You gotta have a plan…

[kirinjaegeste]

Voltron 18+ Discord

Hi everyone!  I have made a Voltron discord server for those who are 18+

If you are looking for a place to enjoy and post artwork or fanfiction, or you want to be a beta reader, or you just want to have fun discussing ships, theories, and headcanons, then you can join here!

Minors are not allowed in this server because of sensitive and unsuited content where adults won’t feel the pressure to censor themselves. This is also a shaladin free server.

If you want to join, fill out this application https://goo.gl/forms/Vri9YpuXDxgSzI4L2 and I will send you an invite!  Thank you!  Hope you join!

[aleois-writing]

For everyone who was asking me if I found a Voltron server - here it is! Very active and friendly 18+ discord. It’s also really good for anyone looking to share or improve their writing!

[broblerone]

i am a different person after watching devilman crybaby i need maybe three years to recuperate

[soundofez]

the two methods of fic writing:

don’t think don’t breathe don’t question where the inspiration came from just wriTE LIKE THE WIND BEFORE IT LEAVES

meticulously plan the plot out until you actually have to write the story and then struggle and suffer

bonus method: no inspiration OR plot just an idea that you want to keep working on but you just stare at the screen blankly with tears running slowly down your face

[damijon-supersons]

Number 2 is me every time

[issamove-deactivated20181207]

I just wanna take a vote, how many fanfic authors would actually enjoy someone live blogging their fics?

[suzukiblu]

what kind of question is this I would COMMIT CRIMES for this. 

[sevensneakyfoxes]

Someone did this for me once - she sent me a chat log between her and her friend in a comment on my fic and it was the HIGHLIGHT. OF. MY. LIFE. It was fucking hilarious.

[aleois-writing]

Inspired by this post by @asterein

Hanahaki disease is an illness borne from unrequited love. Petals bloom in the chest, their roots threading through every inch and around every vein, filling every crevice and feeding on blood and flesh until they spill into the lung and strangle the heart.

Keep reading

[asterein]

Oh my goodness, my entire soul and being aches. This was so beautifully written, I don’t have the words to properly articulate. I don’t want to spoil anything, but this was such an emotional read, I needed to get up and pace around the room. Thank you so much for sharing your amazing writing, and being inspired by my work! 

[aleois-writing]

Asdfghjkl I’m so glad you like it! I actually didn’t know anything about Hanahaki disease before I saw your art, and I was just so enraptured by the way it looked I just kinda had to write it?

[aleois-writing]

Inspired by this post by @asterein

Hanahaki disease is an illness borne from unrequited love. Petals bloom in the chest, their roots threading through every inch and around every vein, filling every crevice and feeding on blood and flesh until they spill into the lung and strangle the heart.

He's surprised to see the petals floating in the bowl, their soft blue splattered and stained with the crimson red of his blood, torn free from the skin of his throat as the petals forced their way up, stems ripping and tearing the delicate flesh as they moved. But Lance isn't stupid. He knows what this is, understands the reason behind the flowers forcing their way through his throat. A quiet laugh shakes his body, a laugh that quickly turns into sobs as he sinks to the floor, hands pressed to his mouth in an attempt to stay quiet. Hunk's room is right next to the bathroom, and Lance doesn't want to think about his best friends reaction if he found him lying on the floor, bloodstained petals all around him like some sort of macabre art piece.

Lance has Hanahaki disease.

He knows why they're there, though, had felt the warm embrace of new love blossom in his chest, a little more every time he looked at Keith. He had hoped he would have more time before his crush turned into love, but of course he wouldn't be so lucky. He had probably loved Keith for far longer than he had realised. He shouldn't be surprised he had fallen in love with Keith. After all, who else would would hurt so much to love?

He makes it three days before Hunk grows suspicious. Lance plays it off as something he ate disagreeing with him, and Hunk buys it. Lance sighs, but the feeling of relief in his chest is soured as his stomach rolls, and he spends the next hour in the bathroom, flushing bowl after bowl of blue petals dyed crimson.

He makes it five days before he throws up flowers all over Keith's lap.

The hospital is a sea of white, bland and lifeless, the air around them sterile and stale. They're waiting on a doctor, Lance curled up on a bed in a ball, making himself as small as possible while Hunk's hand rubs circles on his back and Keith's finger burn a hole in Lance's palm.

By the time they get him to the hospital, it's almost too late. The flowers in his chest have grown, roots already tangled around his organs. Lance winces at the doctors words and rubs at his chest. Somewhere in the cavity where his vital organs were stored, flowers were blooming. Soft blue petals wrapping around his rib cage, growing in size until they would eventually strangle his heart and fill his lungs. Clogging up his insides and filling every empty cavity inside him where the love he wished for would never reach.

He refuses the surgery.

Hunk is a mess, all tears and kind words even as he tries to reassure Lance through his own worry. Keith is much less understanding. He is anger and rage and burning wildfire and he doesn't understand why Lance won't just get the operation, there's a chance it'll work so why won't he? Lance just gives him a small, tired smile and turns away.

It's been a week, and Lance is much worse. Hunk is over every day, usually with Pidge in tow. The youngest of their group doesn't ask any questions, just takes his hand and says, "I know."

Keith refuses to leave the room.

That fact makes Lance smile even as it burns. He can't come up with a single memory that doesn't have Keith in it somewhere, and the burning in his chest moves to his throat and he throws himself back over the bed, tears running down his cheeks and mingling with the blood and flowers tearing their way from his mouth and into the pan. It feels like someone is choking him, pale fingers of an invisible hand wrapping around his neck and restricting his airway until there isn't enough room to breath. The dead petals stare up at him, their beautiful blue taunting in their innocence. Of course they would be forget-me-not's.

It's been nine days when Keith realises. "I'm sorry," he says, voice strained as he fights against tears. "I'm so sorry. I-I can't-" Lance reaches up, covers Keith's mouth with his hand. "Why?" Keith asks when Lance pulls away. Lance shrugs, gives him a sad smile.

"Why not?"

On the tenth day, Lance's throat hurts to much to speak, so Keith fills the silence. "I would still be alone if it weren't for you," he says, voice quite as his fingers grip Lance's hand. "You...You found me when I was lost in the darkness, and you brought the light back to my life." It's the most poetic thing Lance has ever heard Keith say, and he'd make fun of him if he didn't feel like throwing up. So he stays quiet, and lets Keith talk. He talks about a broken teen, lost in the world, found by a boy made of stars and sun and light all superglued together into this single being with legs much too long for his body.

Lance feels like someone’s shoved a gun down his throat and pulled the trigger. Oh the irony. Weren't they meant to be bulletproof?

Two days later Keith realises something.

"I love you," he says, but the words sound hollow, an emptiness behind them that echoes in his eyes. It's true, but they both know it's too late. "Believe me when I say that I truly did believe we'd be soulmates."

Lance laughed at Keith's words, a small, feeble sound that took more effort than it should have. "But we are. It just took a bit too long to figure out this time around. Maybe in another life." Lance smiled reaching out with a weak hand to touch the side of Keith's face.

Keith marvels at how strong Lance is, even now. A brave face with light words to mask the truth. Keith says as much, but Lance just shrugs. "We're both so fucked up, you know?"

Keith smiles, turning his head to kiss the palm of Lance's hand. "How do win?"

"We don't," he says simply, and Keith has to fight the tears that threaten to spill at those words spoken so casually. He moves from his chair and climbs into the bed beside Lance, pulling the frail boys head into his chest. Lance sighs and a cough wracks his body. Keith just holds him tight, ignores the blue and red decorating his lips as he leans down and presses his own against Lance's. He can feel the cool moisture of tears running down his cheeks and mixing with the flowers in his lap, but he can't tell if they belong to him or Lance.

When Keith awakes the next morning, it's to find the body curled against him cold and unmoving. There is an unnatural stillness to Lance, his usually tanned skin a sickly pale, even with the morning sun filtering through the blinds and draping him in a soft glow. A choked sob forces its way through Keith's lips, and soon he's crying, heaving sobs wracking his body as he wails. He pulls Lance to him, pressing his lips to every inch of Lance's face, crying and wailing as unintelligible words fall from his mouth. Please, please, no. I'll love you, I'll love you, I love you!

The nurses who bring Hunk and Pidge to visit find him like that, tears streaming down his face as he cradles Lance close, the two of them surrounded by bloodstained blue.

Keith vaguely registers the others in the room, and a small part of his mind thinks that this is the first time he's ever seen Pidge cry.

Lance would hate it.

The funeral is grim despite the bright colours everywhere. Sunflowers and peonies and lilies are accented by flowers of every colour of the rainbow, but Keith thinks they just make Lance's still form stand out even more. Someone put a small bouquet of forget-me-not's in Lance's hands, and Keith can't help the dark chuckle at the irony, even as he feels like throwing up at the sight. He turns away, moving quickly through the crowd to the first empty room he can find as the itch in his chest moves up, and suddenly Keith is coughing, so harsh he's forced to his knees as the pain tears through his throat. When the coughing finally ceases and he's able to stand again, he pulls his hands from his mouth, glazed eyes staring as the dark red of his blood mixes with the pale blue of the moon flowers that slip through his fingers.

[bunlly]

There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.

Ernest Hemingway (via lazypacific)