Preserve What Remains

Independent Voltron Legendary Defender OC RP/ Ask Blog with my own world of Pokemon. Read "Remembrance" and "Exile"

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this blog is now archived. If you still want to interact, please find me at @fxrprxsperity-2 which is now a solo blog for Mike 1.

[fxrprxsperity-archived]

this blog is now archived. If you still want to interact, please find me at @fxrprxsperity-2 which is now a solo blog for Mike 1.

[fxrprxsperity-archived]

this blog is now archived. If you still want to interact, please find me at @fxrprxsperity-2 which is now a solo blog for Mike 1.

[fxrprxsperity-archived]

this blog is now archived. If you still want to interact, please find me at @fxrprxsperity-2 which is now a solo blog for Mike 1.

[fxrprxsperity-archived]

this blog is now archived. If you still want to interact, please find me at @fxrprxsperity-2 which is now a solo blog for Mike 1.

[fxrprxsperity-archived]

this blog is now archived. If you still want to interact, please find me at @fxrprxsperity-2 which is now a solo blog for Mike 1.

[fxrprxsperity-archived]

this blog is now archived. If you still want to interact, please find me at @fxrprxsperity-2 which is now a solo blog for Mike 1.

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Thinking of archiving and moving this blog. Dunno why, but it just feels stale, dull, and just plain lonely here now. Most likely due to Voltron’s end. Ugh.

[eldunea]

enemy.

“HOLY-”

His back arched in an impossible angle to narrowly avoid getting slit and flipped back to put some distance between the two of them. The hole in his chest pulsated and burned with energy as a snarl left him. Goddammit, what was the matter with him?

“Alright, Lotor, if I can’t talk some sense into you–” a paw reached down and gripped onto his weapon’s hilt before thrusting it into his chest. As he retracted it, a glowing energy trident formed and was swiftly brandished at the enraged crossbreed.

“–I guess I’ll have to knock it into you!”

ngh…! he’s just as annoying as ever, perhaps even more so in this more advanced form. he looks like he’s grown–is it safe to say he’s also grown more powerful? lotor knows he should exercise caution, yet at the same time he has confidence hat he’ll turn out fine. he’s fought haggar and lived. this insolent brat, grown though he is, still seems to be a pup at heart–he’ll be okay.

letting out a deathly shriek, he swings his blade at the lucario’s chest. a seemingly careless strike, but there is a purpose to it: if that trident is made of pure energy like he thinks, and if he uses his trident to block the blow, the blade will be able to drain it upon contact.

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“FUCKING-!”

Man, Lotor must really want to hurt him! He jumped back from the strike and continued backward until he put some more distance between them both. Like it or not, but Mike 1 knew that he was at a disadvantage in this fight. The other’s weapon was of a special caliber and could spell disaster if he got a good enough slice on him. Taking that sword out of the equation was the best thing to do right now. Maybe then, they can talk this out.

His digits twirled his trident, almost lazily, before the speed picked up considerably. An ominous humming sound permeated the air, the trident’s glow brightening as it amplified before the Lucario brandished his weapon once more. A solid beam of energy shot out straight towards Lotor’s hand. He highly doubted it’d be that easy, but it never hurt to try.

[eldunea]

enemy.

……Has the hybrid lost his damn mind since last they had spoken? If so, Mike 1 had to hand it to him, that had to be some form of intergalactic record.

The more he talked, the more confused and irritated the Lucario got; he’d never spied on Lotor, he didn’t give two shits about whether or not those damnable ‘holier-than-though’ wastes of life had him on their carvings and he was feigning anything. His tail lashed violently and he could feel his temper start to rumble and burn in his chest. The intense glowing of his arms and chest was a clear indication of that…

Yet, before he did something he’d regret, his mask hissed and released the pacifying aromas that quelled his rage. Pink smoke filled the container and wafted from the small gaps between flesh and metal. A deep inhale. Calm down. Calm down.

“Lotor. I’m not sure if you got your brains scrambled or what, but I’m telling you, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

that’s it. he slashes straight for the other’s throat, energy-draining setting on full tilt, hoping to mortally wound mike 1 in one blow. mike 1 standing there confused is the perfect opportunity to attack–especially when lotor is as angry as he is, and his blade thirsts for canine blood.

      ❝don’t play the fool with me!❞ he cries. ❝you know what you did! you know you’re a threat to me! i’ve seen through the lies of far worse than you–do you think i can be tricked?!❞

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“HOLY-”

His back arched in an impossible angle to narrowly avoid getting slit and flipped back to put some distance between the two of them. The hole in his chest pulsated and burned with energy as a snarl left him. Goddammit, what was the matter with him?

“Alright, Lotor, if I can’t talk some sense into you--” a paw reached down and gripped onto his weapon’s hilt before thrusting it into his chest. As he retracted it, a glowing energy trident formed and was swiftly brandished at the enraged crossbreed.

“--I guess I’ll have to knock it into you!”

[musingovermusings]

I’m sorry…                       I’m just so…

                                          TIRED.

[rpxmusings]

           YOU COLLECT SCARS BECAUSE YOU WANT PROOF THAT YOU                ARE PAYING FOR WHATEVER SINS YOU HAVE COMMITTED   

[rpxmusings]

        “ the living should not envy the dead. ”

                                                    —   but i do.                                                                         i do.                                                                                  i do.

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mike 1 tag dump;;;

🕮;; the arid chronicler: Mike 1 🕮;; who are you anymore: musings 🕮;; an ever-shifting enigma: headcanons  🕮;; forsaken desires: aesthetics 🕮;; in pursuit of those that are lost: main verse

[galaxyfought]

THE END IS JUST THE BEGINNING.

Still RPing Voltron even though the show is over? Want to meet new people and make new friends? Welcome to HORIZON, a VLD RP masterlist aimed to bring together those still active in the VLD RP community in 2019. 

To be added to the list:

read this google doc

reblog this post tagging your character name, whether they are canon or an oc or an AU version of a canon character, whether or not they are an muse with a VLD verse

ex: #matthot #au/canondivergent #canoncharacter, #bob #oc or #spongebob #has a vld verse.

If you do not meet the requirements explained in the rules section of the doc, you will not be added!

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Alright! Apologies for the long hiatus there; no internet at home meant no activity on this blog and I left whoever is still around these parts in the lurch. But I’m back now and have a checklist of objectives for getting this blog back into shape.

Fixing the tag system since it’s, honestly, a giant mess.

Figuring out who’s still active around these parts.

Doing my best to try and make my blog look more presentable.

Utilizing my queue more since I actually know how to use it properly now

So, that’s what’s going to happen from here on out! I’m also going to make this blog dash only for a hot minute as I try to fix everything. Good to be back and I look forward to interacting with you all again!

[eldunea]

enemy.

@ofalsehoods

[x]

“What the hell are you going on about, Lotor? And where are we? And is there any liquor nearby?”

Mike 1 didn’t remember much; he’d been on a mission to destroy the latest technological edge the Alteans had been developing when he came across some weird…rock? It looked like a rock and felt like a rock when he swiped it, but the massive security around it meant it was no ordinary rock. This was made obvious by the blinding light that consumed him when it activated or whatever…

Still. How did Lotor tie into all this? He wasn’t even on the mission, having his own mission to take care of elsewhere, so why was it him and only him here? Nothing about this made any sense!

      ❝you speak as though we’ve never met. you ought to know, mike 1, that i only give such precious drink to welcome guests.❞

he snarls. what kind of game is this now-grown pup trying to play? surely he’s not stupid enough to think that just by acting as though they don’t know each other, lotor will forget what they’ve been through? 

     ❝you don’t seem to remember the crimes that you’ve committed against me and my people. you spied on me, though i was never a threat. you destroyed that moon elvish carving bearing your semblance. and as if that weren’t enough, you also now feign ignorance that you have inflicted such wounds upon us. you’ve done far too much to be walking around free. changed form or no, your punishment is now upon you!❞

he steps forward, sword pointed at his foe. though mike 1 has changed form, his voice still gave him away. foolish creature. he has an idea of how to defeat mike 1 from when they previously fought; now it’s time to put it into action.

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......Has the hybrid lost his damn mind since last they had spoken? If so, Mike 1 had to hand it to him, that had to be some form of intergalactic record.

The more he talked, the more confused and irritated the Lucario got; he’d never spied on Lotor, he didn’t give two shits about whether or not those damnable ‘holier-than-though’ wastes of life had him on their carvings and he was feigning anything. His tail lashed violently and he could feel his temper start to rumble and burn in his chest. The intense glowing of his arms and chest was a clear indication of that...

Yet, before he did something he’d regret, his mask hissed and released the pacifying aromas that quelled his rage. Pink smoke filled the container and wafted from the small gaps between flesh and metal. A deep inhale. Calm down. Calm down.

“Lotor. I’m not sure if you got your brains scrambled or what, but I’m telling you, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”