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Indie roleplay blog for Lance from Voltron; The Legendary Defender

[caerulxus-blog]

... so I might be returning to this blog after all. hiya uh, nobody remembers me, do they ...

[wiltkingart]

they’re bonding 

[blumeesloth]

[milf4milfreal]

give👏me👏more👏klance👏season👏two👏

[blumeesloth]

Sometimes Red and Blue get along.

[applefixartstudio]

How far away from Earth do you think we are, Coran?

[winsthewar-blog]

plots i’d kill for

s o u l m a t e s

REINCARNATION 

bonnie and clyde au

natural born kilers au

‘you were overseas with my brother/sister/boyfriend and i lowkey resent you because you came back and they didn’t’ au

‘you’re a vampire and i look exactly like the lover you sired centuries ago but had to kill why the fuck are you staring at me like that should i be scared i’m scared ’ au

‘i came to your house party but it was lame and you were super rude to little drunk me so i stole your cat/dog cOME GET IT NOW PLS’ au

[adourah]

[keezybees]

I don’t know why he has starfishes on him, but it felt right at the time

[binart]

more stuff from What a Healing Pod Can’t Repair B^) 

Once I’m done drawing out some more scenes I’m gonna put them in the fic, and then probably write morE B/C I NEED TO MAKE MORE KLANCE MOMENTS TBH. it might say it’s done BUT I AIN’T FINISHED YET

[caerulxus-blog]

redhearth:

Keith’s eyebrows rose then furrowed as Lance reclined back with his smug, shit-eating grin.

“Don’t you think if I were messing with you, I would’ve made it look palatable? To tempt you?”

Nonetheless, he regarded the sickening stew, unwanted with its putrid stench and color, and he glanced away, wordlessly lamenting, before plucking it from the tray. Why was he doing this? Experience told him it was probably going to end up like the Nunvill incident: instant disgust followed by spitting out the disagreeable taste from his mouth. If that’s what Lance wanted, sure, Keith would oblige. The sight of Lance’s defeated mug might even be worth cleaning up the mess afterwards.

And it wasn’t like actually spoon-feeding Lance or otherwise forcing him to eat the stupidly nutritious soup now clutched between his gloved hands was a viable option. The sooner Lance got better, the sooner Keith could stop pandering to his every demand—and if it took subjecting his taste buds to the most revolting cuisine on this side of the galaxy, then great. Bring it on.

“Fine, but then you have to eat it,” he venomously stated before bringing the liquid contents to his lips, tipping them into his mouth and, quite literally, turning green in the face as he did. He could only do one mouthful before the bowl was back on the table again. He swore something moved against his tongue.

“It’s… an acquired taste,” he lied, trying to gulp but it just wasn’t happening. He would’ve happily downed it with a glassful of Nunvill right about now. That’s how awful it was.

   Well, of course if Keith was actually trying to mess with him, it would have gone down in a different way, but did the guy really miss the point of it all? What with the shit eating grin and the smug way in which Lance held himself       it was a joke. 

   If he was going to have to suffer through Coran’s cooking, because of the mess the other had landed him in, then he was going to drag Keith down with him. And truly, it was totally worth it just for the expression the other paladin made as he downed some of the broth, covering it up with the sentence that nearly had Lance bawling with laughter right there and then as he tried his damndest to contain it, given how painful it would be, otherwise. Again      thanks Keith.

     “Acquired taste        oh yeah, you sure looked it. Man I gotta tell     Coran how much you LOVED it, so he’ll change your space goo     with this crap, instead.”

   His victory was short lived though and it didn’t take long for the grin to disappear once he realized that yes        Keith had done what was asked for him and that it was his turn now. Except Lance didn’t need to take one gulp. He had to down the ENTIRE thing and juding from Keith’s reactions, it wasn’t going to be any more pleasant for him. But was he going to let the guy beat him at something as dumb as that? Not. A. Chance. “Okay, okay, gimme that.” He snatched the bowl, eyeing the disgusting looking broth for a while longer (as if that would prolongue the inevitable), before downing even more than Keith had       regretting it immediately. 

   Take Keith’s reaction and multiply by ten, what with Lance’s overreacting to things, but damn if it didn’t feel like he was DYING. One gulp was all it took and he deposited the bowl right onto the table again, folding his arms, all the while looking as miserable as he possibly could. 

    “Nope, no, I’m done, that’s it, I’m NOT drinking any more of that stuff.”

[crimsondeath]

'captain america: the winter soldier' starter prompts

❝ On your left. ❞ ❝ Don’t say it. Don’t you say it. ❞ ❝ Need a medic? ❞ ❝ You should be ashamed of yourself. ❞ ❝ It’s your bed, right? ❞ ❝ You must miss the good old days, huh? ❞ ❝ I’ll put it on the list. ❞ ❝ I’m sure they have a good reason. ❞ ❝ Relax, it’s not that complicated. ❞ ❝ You doing anything fun Saturday night? ❞ ❝ You know, if you ask Kristen out, from Statistics, she’d probably say yes. ❞ ❝ Too shy, or too scared? ❞ ❝ You seemed pretty helpless without me. ❞ ❝ You want to be a hero? Is that it? ❞ ❝ Well, this is awkward. ❞ ❝ I think that’s overstating things. ❞ ❝ You just can’t stop yourself from lying, can you? ❞ ❝ I’m not obliged to do anything. ❞ ❝ It’s called compartmentalisation. ❞ ❝ Nobody spills the secrets, because nobody knows them all. ❞ ❝ I do share. I’m nice like that. ❞ ❝ I thought the punishment usually came after the crime. ❞ ❝ We can’t afford to wait that long. ❞ ❝ This isn’t freedom, this is fear. ❞ ❝ For as long as I can remember, I just wanted to do what was right. ❞ ❝ You’re always so dramatic. ❞ ❝ The world has changed, and none of us can go back. ❞ ❝ Sometimes the best that we can do is to start over. ❞ ❝ I’m here to ask a favor. ❞ ❝ You lose someone? ❞ ❝ What makes you happy? ❞ ❝ If you want, you’re welcome to use my machine. Might be cheaper than the one in the basement. ❞ ❝ Well, I’ll keep my distance. ❞ ❝ I don’t remember giving you a key. ❞ ❝ My wife kicked me out. ❞ ❝ I didn’t know you were married. ❞ ❝ There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me. ❞ ❝ You’re a terrible liar. ❞ ❝ He told me not to trust anyone. ❞ ❝ Anyone gets in my way, they’re gonna regret it. ❞ ❝ It kind of feels personal. ❞ ❝ I only act like I know everything. ❞ ❝ I’m not gonna ask you again. ❞ ❝ Bye-bye, bikinis. ❞ ❝ First rule of going on the run is don’t run, walk. ❞ ❝ My fiancé was just helping me with some honeymoon destinations. ❞ ❝ I have the exact same glasses. ❞ ❝ Shut up and put your arm around me. Laugh at something I said. ❞ ❝ Kiss me. ❞ ❝ Public displays of affection make people very uncomfortable. ❞ ❝ I just wondered how much practice you’ve had. ❞ ❝ Nobody special, though? ❞ ❝ Believe it or not, it’s kind of hard to find someone with shared life experience. ❞ ❝ You just make something up. ❞ ❝ The truth is a matter of circumstance. ❞ ❝ That’s a tough way to live. ❞ ❝ You know, it’s kind of hard to trust someone, when you don’t know who that someone really is. ❞ ❝ Who do you want me to be? ❞ ❝ Who’s the girl? ❞ ❝ You need anything before I leave? ❞ ❝ Want some milk? ❞ ❝ I thought I knew whose lies I was telling, but I guess I can’t tell the difference anymore. ❞ ❝ There’s a chance you might be in the wrong business. ❞ ❝ If it was down to me to save your life, would you trust me to do it? ❞ ❝ I hear the crab cakes here are delicious. ❞ ❝ That is a terrible, terrible idea. ❞ ❝ I wasn’t sure who to trust. ❞ ❝ Your work has been a gift to mankind. ❞ ❝ You shaped the century. ❞ ❝ Society’s at a tipping point between order and chaos. ❞ ❝ If you don’t do your part, I can’t do mine. ❞ ❝ See, it’s stuff like this that gives me trust issues. ❞ ❝ I just kind of wanted to be alone. ❞ ❝ We can put the couch cushions on the floor like when we were kids. ❞ ❝ I’m with you to the end of the line, pal. ❞ ❝ I don’t know if I can do that. ❞ ❝ I think it’s time you know the truth. ❞ ❝ The price of freedom is high. ❞ ❝ Did you write that down first, or was it off the top of your head? ❞ ❝ You smug son of a bitch. ❞ ❝ I’m sorry, did I step on your moment? ❞ ❝ Are you sure you’re ready for the world to see you as you really are? ❞ ❝ Did you get my flowers? ❞ ❝ You’re the best and the most ruthless person I ever met. ❞ ❝ You know, you’re a lot heavier than you look. ❞ ❝ I had a big breakfast. ❞ ❝ Please don’t make me do this. ❞ ❝ Unless you want a two-inch hole in your sternum, I’d put that gun down. ❞ ❝ This is gonna hurt. ❞ ❝ Man, shut the hell up. ❞ ❝ You know, there was a time I would’ve taken a bullet for you. ❞ ❝ You’re out of your depth, kid. ❞ ❝ I’m not gonna fight you. ❞ ❝ You’re my friend. ❞ ❝ You’re not going to put me in a prison. ❞ ❝ You’ll know where to find me. ❞ ❝ I’m headed to Europe tonight, Wanted to ask if you’d come. ❞ ❝ You might not want to pull on that thread. ❞ ❝ This is the age of miracles. ❞ ❝ There’s nothing more horrifying than a miracle. ❞

[rolierose]

Rooous I think I need some Lance pleeaseeee

surfer lance doodle for you gurl

[floofinbird]

Voltron RP Blog Masterlist

So, a small consensus seems to think that a masterlist seems to be a good place to start! Please reblog this if you are a Voltron RP blog, or have a Voltron verse for your character! Once I get a handful of reblogs, I’ll start a document to keep track of them.

[roleplayermemes]

Torture sentence starters

“Oh god.. Oh please, god, no!”

“Please… Please..! I’ll do anything..!!”

“P-please.. Please don’t..”

“Anything but that.. Please, please! Stop!”

“Stop? Why on earth would I do a thing like that for?”

“We’re having so much fun!”

“We’ll have so much fun, you and I…”

“Look at the new toy I got for us to play with!”

“Shut up! Shut up!!”

“Oh please.. Like I haven’t heard that one before…”

“If I had a nickel for every time someone begged me to stop… I’d be fucking rich.”

“Ooh, look at that. Look at all the blood. Amazing, isn’t it?”

“Let’s crack open the hood and see what’s underneath, shall we?”

“You know what I love more than agonized screaming? The sound of people choking on their own blood. Very satisfying.”

“If you beg, I might just stop… Maybe. But only if you’re sincere.”

“Beg me, you stupid whore! Beg me to stop! Come on!!”

“Go ahead – beg for forgiveness. God’s the only friend you’ve got down here. ”

“Shut up or I’ll wrap your intestines around your throat like a scarf.”

“Ha ha! I love it when they scream!”

“Keep going… I love the sound of your voice.”

“Stop praying! There is no God here.”

“Shut the fuck up!!”

“Let’s play a game, shall we? It’s called, ‘how many of your organs can I remove before you die?’“

“Alright, here’s the deal… Since you scream every time you see me – let’s just remove your eyes, hm?”

“Has anyone ever told you how good you look in red?”

“Beautiful… Absolutely beautiful…”

“I’m not going to kill you… But I’m going to make you wish I would.”

“This is what you get! This is what you get for hurting me!”

“Do you like rats? I hope so. Because we’re going to play a little game with one that involves your stomach, a container, and an open flame.”

“Have you ever heard of abacination?”

“You’ve got cavities back there, you know. Why don’t remove those pesky teeth for you, hm?”

“Wake up! Can’t have you passing out on me.”

“I won’t scream.”

“I won’t tell you anything.”

“There’s no way I’m gonna tell you shit.”

“By the time anyone finds your body, they won’t be able to identify it.”

“No one is coming for you.”

“You won’t get away with this!”

“People will notice! They’ll look for me!”

“Stop, oh god, please! Please stop.. The pain..!”

“You’re insane!”

“Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing – I’ve got a medical degree, you know.”

“Shh, don’t cry. Don’t cry.”

“No tears now, okay? Everything will soon be over.”

“Stop! Please, stop! I’ll tell you anything! Just stop!”

“Tell me – how does this feel?”

“I hate you! Oh god, I hate you!”

“Fuck you!”

“Fuck off!”

“Oh, what a mess you’ve made…”

“You look like a mess.”

“Chin up, kid. It’ll be over soon enough.”

“I’m just going to borrow a few fingers, okay?”

“Could you lend me a ‘hand’? Yes? Oh good. I was planning on taking it anyway.”

“Shut up, I’m not going to kill you. You don’t deserve that kind of mercy.”

“You know why you’re here.”

“Own up to what you’ve done and maybe you’ll leave here alive!”

“What the fuck is wrong with you!?!”

“Please! Someone help! Anyone! Oh god.. PLEASE!”

“Not that – anything but that! P-please! PLEASE, NO!”

“Let me go. Please.. Please let me go…”

“I’ll tell you anything you want! Just please, please stop!”

“I’m not going to break that easy.”

[caerulxus-blog]

redhearth:

Disbelief bordering offense flickered across Keith’s already disgruntled features. Try again? Yeah, he had been tasked with taking care of Lance—bringing him food, medicine, and even changing his bandages when infection yellowed the old ones and made them look completely gross—but he wasn’t his slave. Even if Lance’s bedridden state was completely his fault, a fact he’d been consistently reminded of every time the smallest protest left his lips, from not one but all of the paladins.

“Look, this isn’t some five-star room service you’re supposed to be getting here. I’m not being rated.” So no way was he going to give in to such a ridiculous request.

At first, he refused to budge, instead stayed this posterchild of outright annoyance. But maybe it was the deep-rooted guilt that inevitably made his tense shoulders relax after a minute and his arms uncross. If Lance weren’t half dead already, he’d have no qualms strangling him. Not really.

Why the hell did he let him get hurt? It would’ve saved him from being so inconvenienced in so many ways.

“Coran says this will help you regain your strength, make your wounds heal faster. I don’t know, just—eat it, will you?” He sat down next to the tray on the table, not even bothering with the nearby chair, and squinted threateningly at Lance. “Or am I going to have to spoon-feed you like the big baby that you are?”

    Of course it wasn’t some five-star room service         it wasn’t even CLOSE to that. This was Keith, after all. And Lance got as much, but was that doing to deter him from making the most of it and driving the other paladin up the wall with his incredible and ridiculous requests? Not at all. The grin he was sporting the entire time just made sure of that. 

   “Oh I know. Doesn’t mean your bedside manners suck any less, though.” Cue a shrug, before his eyes focused on the weird, alien broth once more, nose scrunched up and expression turning into a grimace at the mere sight of it. Not to mention that the smell was even WORSE. When he got an idea.

      “HOW do I know you’re not messing with me?”

   Alright, so he probably wasn’t and the broth had most likely been something Coran had made (sure looked like it), but it was all part of his plan. And even though the comment abould his childishness at the end had spurred Lance enough to want to grab the bowl and down everything in one go JUST to prove that he wasn’t, in fact, a big baby, he had other plans. “How about you TRY it first, so I see it’s okay for me to eat.” Cue an even wider smile, before Lance leaned back, folding his hands behind his head, while he waited with a ‘do it, I DARE you’ expression.

[anuveon]

oh no he’s hot