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❝ Oh, the Blue Lion. Why didn’t you say so? Blue light has a frequency between 606 to 608 terahertz. ❞
— ❛ …Is that gonna jam their scanners or something? ❜
❝ No, that’s just my lucky range of terahertz. Let’s go! ❞
multiverse. low activity. not spoiler free. penned by grey
➤ @inquisitiveempath ❤’d for a small thing
“ There is an impressive precision in the lines of your sketches. ”
Having snaked his long body across the back of the couch where Krie is perched, Slav peers down over her shoulder at her work. Artistic ability, at least in the traditional sense, isn’t something he appreciates very much, but when it comes to scientific drawings, those used to study things like anatomy, he doesn’t completely lack interest. As well, there’s something almost relaxing about watching and listening to the strokes of the Undine’s drawing utensil, which may be a large part of why he’s stuck around to continue observing.
“ You have quite the eye for detail, as well. Your diagrams must have been very useful to your fellow xenobiologists, hm? ”
❝ Oh, the Blue Lion. Why didn't you say so? Blue light has a frequency between 606 to 608 terahertz. ❞
--- ❛ ...Is that gonna jam their scanners or something? ❜
❝ No, that's just my lucky range of terahertz. Let's go! ❞
multiverse. low activity. not spoiler free. penned by grey
ehhhhh what the hell, consider this a starter call. probably one liners/short para for my own sanity lmao
➤ @coluon ❤’d for a small thing
Soft clinks and clanks can be heard coming from one of the hospital planet’s many labs, emanating from one of the complex machines within. Or, not so much the machine itself, but from the hands that have stuffed themselves into the machine in order to investigate its inner workings. Parts are pulled out and tossed aside to tumble to the floor without so much as a glance further spared their way.
“ Elegant design... Yes, they knew what they were doing... ” The mutters are quiet, Slav thinking aloud as he tinkers around, taking no notice of the sound of approaching footsteps. He’s much too entranced by the technology and in adding his own bit of flair to it. “ Could be much more efficient if I just... Yes, yes, and then... That here and connect this... Twenty-seven point two percent-- no, point three percent!! -- more effective. ”
➤ @ostrinusastorum ❤’d for a small thing
“ So... You are a man of science too, are you? ”
Squinting slightly, there’s an uncertainty in the way Slav eyes Lotor. His inspection is thorough, right down to the most minute details -- he even takes mental note of a smudge of what appears, from this distance, to be dirt on the new Galra Emperor’s robe.
“ Not like so many of your people though, I hope. Stealing thoughts and ideas, using the minds of others to your advantage where you are lacking -- despicable practices, those. We can expect more scientific integrity with you on the throne, yes? ”
➤ @the-lost-lieutenant ❤’d for a small thing
A quiet, thoughtful hum emanates from Slav as he holds one of the human’s arms in his hands, inspecting it. Occasionally he’ll move it -- lift it, or change the angle, or even seem to test the joints of the wrist or fingers -- and every time, there’s another hum, or brief mutterings to himself.
“ You were smart. Two robot arms! I have tried to tell the Black Paladin that he would be much more efficient with two, but he hasn’t listened to me. At least someone here has some sense! And this technology is quite impressive, though I can see some places where improvements can be made... Hmm, yes... now if I could just get a look at the inside, I’m sure I could make these approximately thirteen percent more effective... ”
➤ @iimperviious ❤’d for a small thing
“ What are you doing?! ” Small green hands slam shut the panel that Hunk has just begun to pull open, and an almost offended Slav rounds on him. “ You NEVER open an access panel without first listening for obvious dangers, and you certainly never open it without either averting your gaze or wearing protective eyewear!! Are you aware of how often that results in damage to the eyesight?! ”
ehhhhh what the hell, consider this a starter call. probably one liners/short para for my own sanity lmao
any friggin time i rewatch the beta traz ep, guess which muse comes screaming back to me
headcanon: on anxiety, ocd, and causes
no one is born an anxious mess, and that includes slav. while we know him as a bundle of nerves and irrational fears, he absolutely was not always this way.
he had anxious tendencies in the past, as his personality was prone to such things, but it was rare that they were severe. it was his time in beta traz and the torture he underwent there that was the cause of his current state. of course, it wasn’t the trauma just suddenly giving him these issues, rather… the trauma mixed with his personality and behavioral tendencies. slav, intelligent as he is, has always calculated the odds of things — not obsessively, rather to determine the best course of action in any situation he may have been in. it’s just been the way his brain has always worked, and it’s helped him a great deal in his career as a scientist.
however, it became almost something like his downfall once he was imprisoned. first he calculated the odds of his escape through various methods, even made a few attempts based on the numbers, but of course, they all failed. his fear worsened, understandably, as he continued to be trapped and harmed, and soon the calculations of odds turned to the possibility of certain methods of torture being used, certain painful reactions to things he might say, etc.
the ocd comes in here as well, as he’d take notice of the things that would happen throughout the day after he did certain things. taking his blanket for example, he might have noticed that if he adjusted it, perhaps even in a certain way, and later that day he’d undergo something particularly painful, it left more odds to be counted. it left him believing that not doing something OR doing something, sometimes in a very certain way, would have specific consequences. this, combined with the isolation that left him nothing to do BUT think only worsened his state.
and of course, as someone who already had a great interest in the multiverse, in different realities, and someone who wished greatly to not be in the one he currently was stuck in, he’d consider what could happen in other realities based on his decisions and actions. adding more versions of yourself to the equation not only makes it all more overwhelming, but it greatly increases the amount of fear you might have over doing one tiny thing. doing that one small thing may not have an affect in THIS reality, but in another it could be devastating.
thus, we’re left with the slav that we know.
Suddenly, out of the darkness, a massive lumbering shape with two red and yellow glowing eyes prowls out, effectively backing Slav into a corner. “Going somewhere?”
pls to not be eating the slav ➤ @vrepit-sa
A violent jolt jerks the entirety Slav’s long body at the very sight of that frighteningly familiar figure that is clearly headed right in his direction. He scrambles, feet skittering across the floor as he tries to enforce the distance between himself and the Galran, only to find himself with his back to the wall and large teeth and glowing eyes getting closer. Sendak towers over him, and Slav shrinks down low, his hands held out to try to keep some space, though that lasts half a tick before they’re simply clinging to one another tightly.
“Yes— N-no!!” He gives his head a very fast shake, deep pink eyes not once leaving the hulking shape of the monster that stares right back down at him. The octave of his voice is high, clearly impacted by his fear and panic, and there’s nothing he can do about it. There are more pressing things on his mind – namely, approximately how long he has before Sendak tries to eat him. And of course, the number of methods he might use to escape, as well as the probability of success of each. None of the percentages are coming out very high, and several of them would likely end in a huge, clawed hand closing itself around his tail.
“Me? No, no, I was– …I was just going back!! To my workspace!! I’m only out here because, ehm. Because taking a very short, two dobash walk keeps the legs from getting stiff! You know, there are at least five different realities where stiff legs cause me to trip and result in death. …So I always make sure to stretch them!”
@techspecialistofvoltron: ( x )
☆ ɢᴜᴀʀᴅɪᴀɴ ᴏᴈ ᴛʜᴇ ᴈᴏʀᴇᴤᴛ ☆
In Pidge’s book, there’s 2 things you should always do: Double modulate and keep your hands off her stuff. The former just meant you’re just irresponsible, while the latter promised a fight. Consider the way Pidge suddenly slams her hand onto her desk, throwing everything back into its usual disarray, as demonstration.
“What do you think you’re doing?!” She’s using the name voice as someone who just came home to see that their dog had chewed up everything would. It’s a close parallel, seeing how Pidge just walked in Green’s hanger to see an over-sized ferret alien rearrange her organized chaos. Not as bad as your stuff actually getting torn up, or in the case that Hunk has been left in here alone—dug through—but she still takes a defensive stance.
Pidge also snatches the cup Slav had been rubbing his dirty, muppet hands all over. It’s an altean mug with three-week old food goo and something blue caked along the bottom of it; nonetheless, it’s hers and belongs in the desk’s third drawer where she had put it.
“You have your own space, Slav, go calculate the fatality rate of paperclips over there!”
Jumping at the slam of hands on the surface of the desk, Slav’s short fur stands on end and eyes the size of dinner plates stare at the Green Paladin. He’s lost for a tick, confused by her anger. What’s wrong with what he’s doing? He’s making this disaster space safer, less likely to kill anyone in the approximate four hundred and sixty-two ways that had been possible before he started!! Keeping the people who live in this Castleship safe!! Keeping himself safe!!
“Nononono---” Small hands reach after the cup grabbed viciously from where he’s just spent twelve dobashes getting into the exact right spot, but he’s not fast enough to stop her from dropping it back into the drawer of the desk. The dark place where that blue fungi will only grow larger and more toxic. There’s another small jump as the girl yells again, and Slav’s hands grab one another anxiously over his chest.
“I already know the fatality rate of paperclips; I’ve gone over it twenty times to be certain that my calculations are correct!! There’s no need to do it again!!” He huffs irritably in response, eyebrows drawing downward even as his stance reads little more than uncomfortable and nervous. “This workspace is not only deadly, but it’s also disgusting! Are you aware of how many varieties of fungi and bacteria you are providing a home for here? And then there are the ill-placed items, scattered carelessly all over-- This space is more dangerous than the weapons system of this ship!!”
Black Paladin.
FIRST THERE WERE STATISTICS. NOW HUMANS were the primitive ones. shiro bit the inside of his cheek , bidding himself hold his tongue while slav regained his thoughts , lest sarcasm gave way to something less … civil.
“duly noted.” as roundabout as the explanation had been , ACTIONS had CONSEQUENCES , and shiro found himself at an impasse. mere months ago , it would have been easier to keep a tight lid on his temper , or to keep a head clear of BIAS on the job. but that had been BEFORE his second escape , and before he found himself in an uphill climb out of an abyss , grappling for a foothold to steady himself ; watching as it turned to dust instead. ( but he was still their leader. ) he couldn’t falter now. ( and no amount of desperately trying to regain control would EXCUSE his sudden , and terrifying lack of it. )
abruptly , shiro turned to face slav further and folded his arms over his chest. “you know , if you’re looking to learn more about humans , i may have a pet project for you.” he said, “i’ve been having these nasty headaches for … a while now. migraines , really. “ ( air sharply sucked in through his nostrils / tense shoulders / he teetered on the edge of withdrawing himself. / forced himself to take another step. ) “don’t know if you’d be interested at all , but helping me understand why would be - fantastic.”
Back straightening slightly so that he stood taller, there was clear intrigue in Slav’s demeanor on hearing the words ‘pet project’. Shiro? With a project for him? That was new; Shiro tended to avoid him whenever they were in the same location. Not that Slav read much into that fact, nor did it influence his thoughts on this proposed project. It was simply an observation made silently to himself as he mulled things over for a mere tick.
“Migraines?” Not particularly interesting, and he was no medical professional, but a flood of thought rushed through Slav’s mind, regardless. With no warning, he was moving toward Shiro, reaching up to grab his head and turn it to the side, his eyes narrowing as he began to investigate. He didn’t expect there to be anything to be found on the outside, as anything traumatic enough to cause chronic migraines would surely been noticed, but he was nothing if not thorough.
“Hmm... The causes with the highest probability, in your case, would be stress or limited sleep. How many hours do you get each night? Have you been sleeping less than you used to?” The questions came quickly, almost without time for Slav to pause to breathe. He turned Shiro’s head to the other side and continue his inspection, one hand moving through the Paladin’s hair, feeling for any sort of abnormality. For what it was worth, his hold was careful, if firm, but of course it didn’t remotely occur to him that he might be invading personal space. “How long is this ‘while’ that these migraines have been occurring? As exact a time as possible, even the most minute detail could be of utmost importance!”
critical role sentence starters !!!
so… we’ll talk later.
why won’t you stay down and die with dignity?
no. no further.
this is not over. it can’t be.
try not to have too much fun without us.
i have this blink candle. it’s formed from various animals that blink.
it’s so rare that we’re actually given the opportunity to be honest about everything. we might as well try it once and see if we like it.
you know i’m in love with you, right?
you seem… like a person. and that’s great.
those are coins! you’re not making it rain, you’re making it hail!
i’m killing someone, hold please.
your secret is safe with my indifference.
my heart is someone else’s.
do not go far from me. if we are out of earshot, you are too far from me.
um, i don’t know if it’s the food you made or the fact that we’re going to die tomorrow, but i want to kiss you.
i was all kinds of fucked up a few weeks ago.
you’re all kinds of fucked up all the time. we all are. and that’s why we’re together.
i just want to let you know… i am possibly the worst person you’ve ever met.
i think i kind of hope… not necessarily to hurt you or harm you, but i hope that one day… that you can know just how awful i can be.
you can curse, it’s okay. you killed one of us.
i think i’ve always been in love with the idea of you.
i was only gone for thirty seconds!
i encourage violence.
i can give you the means to protect them.
i do not want to die who i am. i’d like to live long enough to be someone else.
you’re on your own, fuckface.
a volcano is - is nature’s candle!
sometimes people go and they don’t come back.
do you spice?
so we’re going to kill everyone that we see in the next ten seconds.
i don’t want to be here if you’re not.
i told you before. no one kills you but me.
he traded his life!
i don’t have very many things that i care about and i don’t have anything that cares about me.
i’m great! well, not really, but i’m just going to pretend i’m happy so everybody can be okay!
i’ve been in a barrel for an hour. i fell asleep in there!
yes. i heard. it was the only thing i heard.
don’t cry. i’m just a little cold.
i bury my shame.
i should have told you. it’s yours.
forgiveness - that’s the key, isn’t it? it’s the only way to really grow.
your hair’s a mess. sit still.
you are my heart. you are me. you are my other half. you are welcome with me always.
you don’t always have to put on a brave face, dear.
we’re friends, right? are we friends?
i know we don’t always agree and i know i can be unkind, but… you know you’re family, right?
i’ve had a terrible thought. and it is sort of my business to have terrible thoughts.
take me instead.
we walk towards glory.
that’s mine! that’s mine!
did it choose me because i was broken, or did it break me?
please bring him back to me.
you think you care about me?
this was always supposed to happen, wasn’t it?
i love you. if i can find you, i will. if not, stay alive.
if he’s gone i won’t be the same.
i’d watch your moral panic all day, it’s delightful.
in many ways you are my total opposite. but you are also my best friend.
i made a choice. this is my family.
i forgive you. but i cannot let you leave.
please. please. i love him as much as you do.
fix him. fix him!
i like this family. i’d like to keep it.
i want you to know that you are like a brother to me.
talk about my sister again.
it’s been a while since we’ve had one of our depressing chats!
i can’t have you gone. i need you here.
i think we’re very broken people. but i think together we’re much greater than the sum of our parts.
don’t ever fucking do that again.
you didn’t die. but you did! but you didn’t. but you did! and then you didn’t.
i don’t want any of this! i don’t want any of this.
i’ve just had a near death experience and i’m craving some lasagna.
you know, you’re getting weirder.
you and i are very different.
i’ve killed two of those who’ve wronged me and nothing is better. nothing feels better. nothing is avenged.
call me “child” one more goddamn time!
if you’re lucky, you die last.
some people have no sense of fucking honor!
i’ll take my clothes off if it’ll inspire us.
thank you for believing in me.
you’ve never done anything for me! never! you’ve never risked anything, you don’t know me!
everyone else believes in you. why shouldn’t you?
how many fingers am i holding up?
what’s the first letter of the alphabet? this you know.
yay! teamwork!
you fucking died!
don’t touch me right now! i’m not - don’t touch me!
i’m going to go get a sandwich.
you had us all very worried.
your reckless impulses will get you killed!
i’m done with gods. they will not help me. perhaps you will.
this is too fucking much.
come here, you shithead.
it has been an honor.
screw you! i want my final words with you to be indignant and irritated.
you’re the face i saw when murder entered my heart.
i’m undecided about you.
never forget you’re my favorite. and i’m so sorry.
i’m not leaving him.
you’re a better man than you believe.
feel like making a home here?
you’re an idiot and i’m very proud of you. don’t do that again.
sound off if you’re alive.
it’s not going to work.
@stcrsblcd: ( x )
“… THANKS , SLAV. I’LL MAKE SURE TO keep that in mind.” sarcasm dripped from shiro’s words while the man grimaced. his head still ached , and the throbbing pressure between his temples did little to ease shiro of his INCREASINGLY SHORT FUSE. even still , shiro let out a slow breath , listening to the air whistle out from between his teeth. grey eyes darted towards the bytor , HESITANCE bearing pause on his lips and UNCERTAINTY flickering - for just a second - within the contour of his stoic expression.
“you don’t actually think they don’t trust me , do you?”
“Hm? No, no, I believe that they trust you. ---Of course, I can’t say that I know how their minds work, not exactly, anyway. Though I have been conducting some studies to learn more about human physiology, and while my opportunities are limited with how primitive your species is, as it only gives me you Paladins as subjects, I’ve already learned a great deal!! In fact, I could use your--”
Slav cuts himself off in the middle of what was certain to be a much longer spiel, possibly expanding on to yet another tangent had he kept going, when his eyes return to Shiro’s face. Oh. Right, they were talking about something else before. There’s a moment’s pause where he simply stares at the Paladin, but soon enough he’s clearing his throat and resting his topmost hands on his sides.
“---Yes. I’m getting off the topic. As I was saying, these Paladins of yours follow you into battle, regardless of the infinite possible horrible events that could befall them. Foolish, yes, but an indicator of trust. As with all things however, trust can alter. The probability of this occurring increases as treatment of a person is modified and regarded as negative.”
