I’m A Writer On Tumblr. You Know What I Do.

I write about my own little worlds, as well as BHNA, Tangled: The Series, and others if something strikes your fancy!

[ficletsandthelike]

Something Different, yet the Same

Hey, guys.

I know that I’ve disappeared for a while. The truth is, school came in and I became too busy to write, and then stopped going on Tumblr altogether for a while.

It felt nice.

I’ve had some time to think things over and really decide where I want to go from here with my life, and I think that the best decision would be to write for myself. The past few months, it felt like I was only writing what others wanted me to, and that feeling of guilt that I wasn’t putting out stuff regularly increased until I avoided this site completely.

I have a ton of projects that I really, really want to begin, and I can’t do that with the obligation to write one specific genre hanging over my head.

So... this is my statement.

I’ll still be taking prompts. I’ll write whichever ones I want to, and those that have been sitting in my inbox will be deleted. I apologize to everyone that did not get their piece fulfilled.

I will almost never write Voltron. The show is nearly complete, and though there are infinite stories still left to tell with the characters we’ve come to love, the passion with which I created said stories is gone. I would like to let sleeping dogs lie.

I will occasionally write BHNA, but not incredibly often, as I don’t have a lot of time to keep up to date and there are few AUs that interest me. However, I love the characters and they still have a lot of growth to do, so there’s quite a bit of potential to be had.

Most of my writing will be either experimental or worldbuilding drabbles for a few of my stories. I am not yet skilled enough at storytelling to begin a final draft of anything, so I plan on practicing lengthier pieces as well as descriptive shorter ones.

Also, expect art for my characters! I think that a visual accompaniment to my writing will be effective.

TL;DR: I’m going to write my own stuff, and do it more often. For the most part, no more Voltron, some BHNA, and, as always, you’re welcome to inquire about another series. Also, I’ll draw sometimes.

Thank you all for your support. I appreciate all of you so, so much, and even if you decide to unfollow and find someone else that still holds your interests, I wish you the best of luck. Have a great day, everyone! New journeys await...

[ficletsandthelike]

Season Seven Thoughts (SPOILERS ABOUND)

Huh?

Pidge looked, like, eight in some shots and it broke my heart she’s so Y O U N G

Oops, Lance almost died

On that note, Veronica is the bomb dot com

Lance got his family back, but admit it, some of y’all wanted them dead

Hunk’s family arc was sudden but good??? Justified though, being surrounded by familiar territory prob smacked him with that ol’ homesickness

Keith and Acxa better not be paired off because I aced honors chemistry and let me tell you, there is nothing

Allurance????? Ok???? I mean, sure, but I thought Lance was someone’s first choice… he’s not a rebound, but I’m pretty sure you actually have to be first to, you know, BE FIRST

Admiral lady was a really good character- acting for her people and honestly doing stuff that made sense considering she had no experience with aliens

Earth kiddos were eh

I mean, just kinda shoved in, no context, no development

Especially smart girl- I would like her if they actually introduced her but no, she’s the Designated Calculator

Takashi Shirogane is my hero, legend above legends

Us before S7: “ADAM”

Us after S7: *crying quietly* “Adam…”

Coran is so underappreciated y’all think Lance gets beat down but sleeping on this poor man

Iverson smokes two packs a day

Game show episode should have been the first in the season, cutting into the drama didn’t work super well

“The dumb one” YEESH Bob I thought you tested people’s heroic tendencies not cut into their sensitivities

Sam Holt’s hacker face matches Pidge’s- also evil plotting face- cinematic parallels

THAT FREAKING FAKEOUT WHERE I THOUGHT THEY ALL DIED FOR FIVE MINUTES DURING SHIRO’S SPEECH

And on that note, death seemed to be the buzzword of the day because holy moly what a depressing season

Really pretty art though, some stagnant movements in first couple episodes

Overall, mixed bag as usual

Thanks for watching, make sure to like and subscribe for more bad opinions

[ficletsandthelike]

Season Seven Thoughts (SPOILERS ABOUND)

Huh?

Pidge looked, like, eight in some shots and it broke my heart she’s so Y O U N G

Oops, Lance almost died

On that note, Veronica is the bomb dot com

Lance got his family back, but admit it, some of y’all wanted them dead

Hunk’s family arc was sudden but good??? Justified though, being surrounded by familiar territory prob smacked him with that ol’ homesickness

Keith and Acxa better not be paired off because I aced honors chemistry and let me tell you, there is nothing

Allurance????? Ok???? I mean, sure, but I thought Lance was someone’s first choice... he’s not a rebound, but I’m pretty sure you actually have to be first to, you know, BE FIRST

Admiral lady was a really good character- acting for her people and honestly doing stuff that made sense considering she had no experience with aliens

Earth kiddos were eh

I mean, just kinda shoved in, no context, no development

Especially smart girl- I would like her if they actually introduced her but no, she’s the Designated Calculator

Takashi Shirogane is my hero, legend above legends

Us before S7: “ADAM”

Us after S7: *crying quietly* “Adam...”

Coran is so underappreciated y’all think Lance gets beat down but sleeping on this poor man

Iverson smokes two packs a day

Game show episode should have been the first in the season, cutting into the drama didn’t work super well

“The dumb one” YEESH Bob I thought you tested people’s heroic tendencies not cut into their sensitivities

Sam Holt’s hacker face matches Pidge’s- also evil plotting face- cinematic parallels

THAT FREAKING FAKEOUT WHERE I THOUGHT THEY ALL DIED FOR FIVE MINUTES DURING SHIRO’S SPEECH

And on that note, death seemed to be the buzzword of the day because holy moly what a depressing season

Really pretty art though, some stagnant movements in first couple episodes

Overall, mixed bag as usual

Thanks for watching, make sure to like and subscribe for more bad opinions

[ficletsandthelike]

You didn’t specify who to do it with, but I think I have an inkling ;}… hope you enjoy!

~By the way, this takes place before the destruction of the Castle of Lions.~

“Quiznack, it’s cold!” Pidge hissed, crossing her arms. She and Lance trudged through snow-like powder, an orange phone-like device being their only direction. They had been tasked with befriending a local people; Lance for his diplomatic skills and Pidge for her similar build to the aliens they were to meet.

“Tell me about it,” Lance groaned. “My toes are about to fall off. How long’s it been since sweet, sweet warmth?”

Pidge checked the phone and sighed. “Ten dobashes.”

“And how long from warmth to the village?”

“A varga.”

He groaned again. The insulation on their suits wasn’t made to withstand this extreme of temperatures, and Pidge could feel the chill seeping through the cracks at an alarming rate. Lance rubbed his palms together, but any heat he could have gotten was quickly whisked away by the wind.

“Our next alliance is going to be on a beach planet, with friendly aliens that aren’t scared of robotic lions,” Lance grumbled. “Remind me again what we’ll say when we get there?”

Pidge tapped the device’s screen. “I’ll introduce us while you appear as nonthreatening as possible. Once they recognize we’re paladins, you can work your Lance magic and we’ll call for the rest of the team,” she said. Lance bumped her shoulder. “Aw, I have Lance magic? Fancy. Does it let me have your dessert on Hunk cooking nights?” he asked mischievously.

“Not a chance!” Pidge snipped. “Skip training?” he shot. “Nope.” she replied. “Then what does it do?” Lance questioned. “It keeps me from zapping you with my bayard!” Pidge retorted with a playful smirk. Lance let out a yelp and scampered back a few steps, faking terror. 

They paused for a moment, then burst into laughter, returning to a steady plod. 

They repeated this cycle every so often, Lance breaking the silence with a complaint and Pidge echoing his irritation. After about thirty dobashes, though, he fell silent, and the only sounds were boots crunching and the wind, which had grown to a howl.

Finally, they crested a hill and the flickering lights of civilization came into view. Pidge whooped, bounding forward as much as her stiff limbs would allow. “Lance! We made it!” she hollered. Getting no response, she turned around to see him slogging at the same pace, no hint of realization coloring his features. Pidge walked back and stood in front of him, holding out a trembling hand. Lance’s chest hit it and he stumbled back, blinking in confusion.

“Hey, everything alright up there?” Pidge asked concernedly. “M’okay,” Lance responded. He shivered violently. “No, you’re not. We’re about to enter the village, but we’re going to get warmed up before diplomatic stuff,” Pidge said. 

“No, m’fine. Jus’ gonna get to the aliens ‘n tell ‘em we’re pal’dins ‘n f’rm ‘n alliance…” Lance slurred. He stumbled and barely caught himself, and Pidge’s brow furrowed. She grabbed his hand and tried to get him to move faster. 

“Lance, you’re scaring me. You’ve got to keep going, okay? Hey, do you hear me?” Pidge pulled a little harder, frozen fingers protesting. “Lance, say something!” “M’tired. I’ll jus’… nap, ‘kay?” Lance mumbled. He stopped walking, and Pidge yanked his arm in a panic. “No! We’re not stopping! Lance, come on, we’re almost there, please don’t-” Lance’s knees buckled, and he collapsed against Pidge.

“Lance! Stay with me here! Just five more dobashes, buddy, I promise, if you’ll just stay with me,” Pidge pleaded. Her heart sunk as Lance’s eyes rolled back, head lolling on her shoulder.

“Lance, please… wake up, please…” she begged, hooking her arms around him. She dragged him along the snow, whispering pleas for him to be okay as tears collected and froze on her cheeks. Drowsiness clawed at her consciousness, but she struggled on until they reached the edge of the village, smoke curling from nearby chimneys in sharp contrast to the tundra beyond.

“Someone, help!” Pidge cried hoarsely. “Help, please, somebody! Anybody-” her knees buckled. Her muscles refused to move any longer, and all she could do was feel the faint stirrings of relief as voices faded in and out with the rest of the world.

Gentle hands lifted Pidge as she fought to stay awake.

“Rest now, friend,” one of the voices whispered. Pidge gave in, letting her eyes flutter shut against the bitter air.

[ficletsandthelike]

I3??

Your prompt fill should be here!

[ficletsandthelike]

You didn’t specify who to do it with, but I think I have an inkling ;}... hope you enjoy!

~By the way, this takes place before the destruction of the Castle of Lions.~

“Quiznack, it’s cold!” Pidge hissed, crossing her arms. She and Lance trudged through snow-like powder, an orange phone-like device being their only direction. They had been tasked with befriending a local people; Lance for his diplomatic skills and Pidge for her similar build to the aliens they were to meet.

“Tell me about it,” Lance groaned. “My toes are about to fall off. How long’s it been since sweet, sweet warmth?”

Pidge checked the phone and sighed. “Ten dobashes.”

“And how long from warmth to the village?”

“A varga.”

He groaned again. The insulation on their suits wasn’t made to withstand this extreme of temperatures, and Pidge could feel the chill seeping through the cracks at an alarming rate. Lance rubbed his palms together, but any heat he could have gotten was quickly whisked away by the wind.

“Our next alliance is going to be on a beach planet, with friendly aliens that aren’t scared of robotic lions,” Lance grumbled. “Remind me again what we’ll say when we get there?”

Pidge tapped the device’s screen. “I’ll introduce us while you appear as nonthreatening as possible. Once they recognize we’re paladins, you can work your Lance magic and we’ll call for the rest of the team,” she said. Lance bumped her shoulder. “Aw, I have Lance magic? Fancy. Does it let me have your dessert on Hunk cooking nights?” he asked mischievously.

“Not a chance!” Pidge snipped. “Skip training?” he shot. “Nope.” she replied. “Then what does it do?” Lance questioned. “It keeps me from zapping you with my bayard!” Pidge retorted with a playful smirk. Lance let out a yelp and scampered back a few steps, faking terror. 

They paused for a moment, then burst into laughter, returning to a steady plod. 

They repeated this cycle every so often, Lance breaking the silence with a complaint and Pidge echoing his irritation. After about thirty dobashes, though, he fell silent, and the only sounds were boots crunching and the wind, which had grown to a howl.

Finally, they crested a hill and the flickering lights of civilization came into view. Pidge whooped, bounding forward as much as her stiff limbs would allow. “Lance! We made it!” she hollered. Getting no response, she turned around to see him slogging at the same pace, no hint of realization coloring his features. Pidge walked back and stood in front of him, holding out a trembling hand. Lance’s chest hit it and he stumbled back, blinking in confusion.

“Hey, everything alright up there?” Pidge asked concernedly. “M’okay,” Lance responded. He shivered violently. “No, you’re not. We’re about to enter the village, but we’re going to get warmed up before diplomatic stuff,” Pidge said. 

“No, m’fine. Jus’ gonna get to the aliens ‘n tell ‘em we’re pal’dins ‘n f’rm ‘n alliance...” Lance slurred. He stumbled and barely caught himself, and Pidge’s brow furrowed. She grabbed his hand and tried to get him to move faster. 

“Lance, you’re scaring me. You’ve got to keep going, okay? Hey, do you hear me?” Pidge pulled a little harder, frozen fingers protesting. “Lance, say something!” “M’tired. I’ll jus’... nap, ‘kay?” Lance mumbled. He stopped walking, and Pidge yanked his arm in a panic. “No! We’re not stopping! Lance, come on, we’re almost there, please don’t-” Lance’s knees buckled, and he collapsed against Pidge.

“Lance! Stay with me here! Just five more dobashes, buddy, I promise, if you’ll just stay with me,” Pidge pleaded. Her heart sunk as Lance’s eyes rolled back, head lolling on her shoulder.

“Lance, please... wake up, please...” she begged, hooking her arms around him. She dragged him along the snow, whispering pleas for him to be okay as tears collected and froze on her cheeks. Drowsiness clawed at her consciousness, but she struggled on until they reached the edge of the village, smoke curling from nearby chimneys in sharp contrast to the tundra beyond.

“Someone, help!” Pidge cried hoarsely. “Help, please, somebody! Anybody-” her knees buckled. Her muscles refused to move any longer, and all she could do was feel the faint stirrings of relief as voices faded in and out with the rest of the world.

Gentle hands lifted Pidge as she fought to stay awake.

“Rest now, friend,” one of the voices whispered. Pidge gave in, letting her eyes flutter shut against the bitter air.

[ficletsandthelike]

Ruh roh, Raggy

[ficletsandthelike]

Breathing hard to concentrate through the pain w/ Lance please

AHHHH! I CAN’T BELIEVE I FORGOT TO ANSWER THIS ASK! Your prompt fill should be here; I’m so so so sorry!

(Also, I’m back for the week, everyone!)

[ficletsandthelike]

Camp?! Camp!

I’m going to camp for the next couple’a weeks, so I probably won’t be able to write and/or post anything. See y’all soon!

[ficletsandthelike]

37 & 58 for shance?

This was intriguing enough that I wanted to write a little drabble for it! Your prompt fill should be here.

[ficletsandthelike]

37. Coming Out Fic

58. Accidental Eavesdropping

Send me two tropes and a ship, and I’ll tell you how I’d combine them!

Shiro hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, really. He had been on his way to talk to Lance about the astral plane; his friend’s tearstained face had sparked Shiro’s concern, and he wanted to make sure Lance knew he wasn’t at fault.

Shiro arrived at Lance’s room and raised his hand to knock, but the nervous voice on the other side of the door piqued his curiosity enough to listen for a moment. 

“Hey, guys! Just want to let you know I’m not just a womanizer! I’m a… maninizer? No…”

What was Lance doing? Was he talking to himself? Shiro almost entered, but the muttering persisted, so he waited a few beats longer.

“Hey, everybody. I just… wanted to tell you something. Something that’s been on my mind for a while… Augh! No, I need to get straight to the point.” Lance paced closer to the door, and Shiro took a step back, thinking.

No, Lance was practicing some sort of speech. They didn’t have any sort of diplomatic missions coming up, so-

“I like guys too. Surprise!”

Shiro froze.

“Okay, that’s it. I’ll just walk up and say, ‘hey, I’m bi, see ya!’ and everything will be fine. Fine.” 

Before Shiro could react, the door opened with a swoosh, and ocean blue pupils met gray in shock, then fear.

“Heeyyyy, Shiro! How’s it hanging? Have you been waiting long? Sorry, I was doing… stuff.” Lance grinned widely, but Shiro could see a bead of sweat forming on his forehead. 

Shiro raced through a few options. He could confront Lance about it, but that would risk scaring him off. Could he talk about his own sexuality? No, that would come later; Lance needed to come to his own decisions first. Avoiding the subject? That wouldn’t solve anything on its own, but a veil of reassurance might do the trick. 

Lance coughed, and Shiro jerked out of his headspace.

“I came to talk to you about the astral plane, actually,” he said. Lance visibly slumped in relief, but Shiro continued. “It would seem that now’s a bad time, though. Let me know when you’re ready, alright?” 

The red paladin studied him for a second. For an instant, it felt as if Shiro was being read like a book; he almost tried to speak, but Lance gave a small smile and Shiro let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“Sure thing,” Lance replied. 

Shiro watched the staple green jacket turn a corner and leaned against the wall, sighing. Maybe, one day, he’d be ready too.

[ficletsandthelike]

Voltron season six spoilers past this line!

A short drabble of what happened after Lotor was left in the quintessence field…

Lotor stared out at the blinding white, tinged purple from his mech’s quintessence. Purple meant corruption, a sour turn from morality, but he grit his teeth and refused to accept it.

He did what had to be done. Each and every drop of Altean quintessence had brought him closer to this field of light, and their sacrifices had not been in vain; here he sat within the dimension he had fought mercilessly to enter.

Keep reading

[ficletsandthelike]

Hi! Do you have an AO3 account?

I just answered another ask with the same question!

[ficletsandthelike]

Hi! I was wondering if you possibly have an AO3 account?

I do! I’ve been waiting to answer this until I moved all of my works onto the account; sorry for the wait!

Here’s the link.

[ficletsandthelike]

Voltron season six spoilers past this line!

A short drabble of what happened after Lotor was left in the quintessence field...

Lotor stared out at the blinding white, tinged purple from his mech’s quintessence. Purple meant corruption, a sour turn from morality, but he grit his teeth and refused to accept it.

He did what had to be done. Each and every drop of Altean quintessence had brought him closer to this field of light, and their sacrifices had not been in vain; here he sat within the dimension he had fought mercilessly to enter.

Allura’s betrayed screams still haunted his thoughts. It would have taken many more lifetimes than Lotor had if he hadn’t siphoned that energy, and yet she was still blinded by her sense of justice. Her sweet taste lingered on his lips, and he put two fingers to them and tried to remember her trusting gaze. It flashed to terror and fury, and he winced.

He was not corrupted. His purple skin, this purple glow; all these disgusting shades only served to disprove his cause, a reminder that he would never be able to purify as he once had hoped. The Galra would continue to mar the universe, and Lotor could only sit and lose more of himself to the overwhelming power.

Lotor slammed a fist onto the dash, disturbing the glitched displays. He was a sitting duck. The paladins should have been killed. The Galra should have been eradicated. Haggar should have been burned, the witch. He had done nothing.

He glanced up and jumped, then leaned closer to the window in disbelief. A crazed, haggard expression stared back at him, trapped by lines and sunken cheekbones. Lotor stood and backed away with dawning horror.

No. He was right, and all of his choices had been for the good of the universe. He had his fate chosen by Voltron, had been punished for his deeds unrighteously.

Lotor looked once more into the faint figure’s eyes. His twisted frame, trembling, stabbed a wicked thought through his mind.

The quintessence had destroyed him from the inside out, ripping the life he could have had away from him. He let out a soft cry and collapsed to his knees.

He had fallen victim to the very path he had fought to erase for centuries, the same that had befallen his parents. Was he cursed to carry their actions in his own execution?

No, the ends justified the means, and Lotor destroyed to prevent destruction. The truth of grey justice would not bow to the lies of naivety, nor would he until the universe was as he saw it could be.

He stood sharply and placed a hand on the glass, glaring at the energy nearly touching his fingertips. It promised his success, but he had handled it carelessly.

Lotor looked to his reflection one last time, then set to work. Vanity be damned if he could get out of there.

Voltron be damned once he did.

[ficletsandthelike]

For the trope meme: 24 hours to live + awful first meeting with klance ? :3

Keith is a paramedic that gets called to a car crash. A drunk driver veered into the opposite lane and smashed their pickup into the side of a junky sedan, which happened to be driven by Lance. 

He was wearing his seatbelt, but is so badly hurt that Keith is certain he won’t survive the night. Still, he can’t help but feel a sort of connection, and lingers long after he finishes his part of the rush for survival. 

Maybe, in another world, they could have been friends- or more.

Send me two tropes and a ship, and I’ll tell you how I’d combine them!

[meridelclarke]

Fanfiction Trope MASH-UP

Rules: Send me two (2) tropes from this list + a ship and I’ll describe how I’d combine them in the same story. 

Historical AU 

Royal AU 

Modern AU 

Coffee Shop AU 

Bar/Restaurant AU 

Bookshop AU 

Florist AU  

Hospital AU 

Dance AU 

Airport/Travel AU 

Neighbour AU 

Roommate AU 

Detective AU 

Bodyguard AU 

Criminal AU 

Prison AU 

War AU 

Circus AU 

Summer Camp AU 

Teacher AU 

Dystopian AU 

Space AU 

Performer AU 

Soulmate AU 

Fairy Tale AU 

Massage Fic  

Sick/Injured Fic 

Proposal Fic  

Wedding Fic  

Holiday Fic  

Birthday Fic 

Pregnancy Fic  

Baby Fic 

Vacation Fic  

Bathtub Fic 

Text/Letter Fic 

Coming Out Fic   

Grief Fic  

Survival/Wilderness Fic  

Almost Kiss 

First Kiss 

The Big Damn Kiss 

Dance of Romance  

Flowers of Romance 

Chocolate of Romance  

Blind Date  

Not a Date  

Fake Dating 

Fake Married 

Arranged Marriage  

Accidentally Married 

Marriage of Convenience 

Mutual Pining 

Secret Relationship  

Established Relationship 

Awful First Meeting 

Forgotten First Meeting  

Accidental Eavesdropping  

Interrupted Declaration of Love 

Poorly Timed Confession 

Love Confession 

Love Confessor (Character A confessing their love for Character B to Character C)  

Everybody Knows/Mistaken for Couple 

Star Crossed Lovers  

It’s Not You, It’s Me 

It’s Not You, It’s My Enemies  

Character in Peril 

Heroic Sacrifice 

Flirting Under Fire 

Locked in a Room 

Twenty-Four Hours to Live  

Stranded on A Desert Island 

Stranded Due to Inclement Weather 

Huddling for Warmth 

Bed Sharing  

Did They or Didn’t They? 

In Vino Veritas  

Above the Influence  

Anger Born of Worry  

Green-Eyed Epiphany  

The Missus and the Ex 

Second Love  

Intimate Artistry  

Married to the Job  

Innocent Physical Contact 

I Didn’t Mean to Turn You On 

Aroused By Her Voice  

Erotic Dreams 

First Time 

Unexpected Virgin 

PWP 

Kink 

Makeovers 

Hair Brushing/Braiding 

Sleep Intimacy 

Scars  

Time Travel  

Curses 

Magical Accidents 

Accidentally Saving the Day   

[robininthelabyrinth]

Ooooh, this could be fun. Feel free to send me any combinations you like!