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Send ❄ for my muse’s reaction to getting hit by a snowball that was thrown by your muse.

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#winter ask meme

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Winter-themed ask memes!

☕ : our muses are in a coffee shop drinking hot chocolate together, watching the snow fall outside.

⛄ : our muses are making a snowman together/ trying to outdo each other’s snowman (specify!)

🌨 : my muse knocks at my muse’s door during a snowstorm.

🍁 : our muses are playing in piles of leaves/ your muse is trying to stop mine from diving into a pile of leaves (specify!)

🕯 : my muse was trying to be cute and light candles but accidentally spilled the wax and burned themselves/ set something on fire (specify!)

🎁 : my muse is going to give your muse a present… what a lovely surprise!

❄️ : snowball fight!

🍴 : my muse is trying to cook a warm seasonal meal, like a dessert pie or a meat pie, and it smells delicious/ is going terribly, terribly wrong.

🏔 : our muses are hiking in the wilderness and a blizzard is beginning to brew/ they are lost/ need to pitch a camp.

🌬 : the wind kicked up and blew something of your muse’s possessions, such as a pair of gloves or scarf, towards my muse (specify what it was!)

#holiday ask meme #asks #ilburne

ilburne

Blue in Autumn

ilburne

azurenaut:

Please, Lance thought, glancing up at the clouds as he took another drink. Don’t stop raining.

The white-haired man smiled at Lance’s words and took a moment to mull over the question.

“I’m not terrible, but Gordan Ramsey wouldn’t want me anywhere near his kitchen.” Shiro speculated if he had an instruction book and all the ingredient...He could make a decent meal just by following direction. But...

But with Lance’s implication, Shiro turned his body slightly so that it was facing the other while maintaining some form of closeness, a teasing grin on his lips.

“You seem confident that we’ll make something good.” Shiro voiced. He had one leg crossed on top of the other from his position of facing Lance, the white turf on his head blown messy from the chilly wind and benign gaze as he waited for an answer.

#[[ Awww. That's amazing really #I've probably already said that multiple times. but adopting or rescu #rescuing is amazing.#and omfg. i can see lance do that. naming all of them after signs and falling in love immediately.#yeeee]]

fight-forthe-goodside:

[cont]

[Text] Hahah, I hope you’re not talking about those haunted dolls.

[Text] Sure! Meet you in 30.

#ohohoh foooood

keithkoganbae: [cont]

[Text] No... You’re right. I don’t have the right to yell at you

[Text] It’s just...Nevermind.

[Text] You look good in that pic though!

#t: dic pic

fight-forthe-goodside

@ilburne

Continued from here

Text: My heart says Sushi…

Txt: But my budget says Wendy's😥

ilburne

[Text] Sushi sounds amazing though.

[Text] We can go get some if you’re craving it.

[Text] My treat, don’t worry about it.

fight-forthe-goodside

[Text] That would be so great!

[Text] Wait, are you sure?

[Text] You got my coffee last week so don’t I owe you?

ilburne

[Text] Oh, I totally forgot.

[Text] But coffee is coffee, and sushi is sushi. They are different things.

#[[ Now i'm hungry....]

ilburne

Blue in Autumn

ilburne

azurenaut:

“I mean, I don’t mind. My place is a lot closer. You’d be completely soaked by the time you got home, even if it was just sprinkling. Maybe I could make dinner, or something, if the rain doesn’t let up?”

Shiro offered thanks when Lance had offered space for him to be seated as they sheltered from the rain. By mistake, or perhaps not unintentionally as Shiro had thought; the broader man sat a little closer to Lance than what would be considered acceptable between strangers.

But they were not strangers.

The light tapping of fingers on plastic cups had Shiro’s attention, distracted by how long fingers seems to flutter in quick taps. Nothing like his own bulkier fingers.

But something caught his attention when Lance’s spoke. He waited until the Cuban finished talking before leaning forward a tad bit and grinned at the other.

“I could also help with dinner if you don’t mind.” And he caught himself, “That is, if the rain doesn’t let up.” A light blush tinted the tip of his ear, something that he could pass as the cold of the rain. Even if my body runs at a warmer temperature.

#[[ Hahah #no worries!!! I also take a billion years to reply #but aww. that's kind of amazing. I love cats and rescues are...; u ;#LMAO. Yes. they will be cat dads. and i have NO DOUBTS Lance will fall in love with them. xDDD

thecrimsonpaladin:

“I guess I can say the same for you.”

Shiro chuckled softly when the accusation was sent at his direction. The taller human took in the man in front of him. Those pale eyes are steady and calm, hemmed by long lashes that were dark and straight, that would flutter whenever Shiro would speak.

"Well, I'm heading toward the common room. Would you like to join me?" From where they are, Shiro would assume that Keith was trying to go to the common room as well.

Unknown to Shiro, his tone of voice had shifted into something more soft and warm. An unconscious move that was influenced by his growing heart for the boy.

"Maybe even enjoy a cup of tea." Or what is considered tea in the castle. If the castle has a kitchen. They had only been in the Castle of Lions for a few days and Shiro unfortunately only had a few hours to do actual exploration. The only places that Shiro knew the way to by heart were the Control room, the hanger to his lion, the common room, and his own dwelling.

#t: those pale eyes

ilburne

thcredone:

“And you’re very welcome.”

Shiro released those fingers, but he laid his hand on his abdomen, protecting it from future attacks.

“No, not tickle spot.” Shiro answered.

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“Yes tickle spot.” He went around his hand and delivered a poke to his lower belly. “I can taste the revenge, and it’s fuckin’ sweet.”

ilburne

Shiro fake-gasp as if the poking was offending him.

“Keith! Language! What would Pidge say?” He teased, blocking Keith’s advances to ‘assult’ his abdomen.

#[[Sorry this is extremely late!!!]]

ilburne

Askew

@silentpiilot

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At the revelation behind that hidden smile, Shiro’s hand immediately went to his collar. Trying to fix something he himself cannot see. The wash of embarrassment claimed him briefly, such untidiness in front of a junior isn’t becoming of a captain.

“Ah, thank you for telling me. Kinkade, was it?” Shiro met the other’s eyes and flashed a grateful smile. “That wouldn’t do if it was Iverson that caught me.”

silentpiilot

Kinkade’s smile was still upon his lips as he watched him go to fix his collar that was askew. It was a bit amusing to see such an important figure simply mess up on something that usual was missed. Kinkade only smiled because it showed that this great man was just as human as anyone else.

His eyes met with the older’s, giving him a firm nod, “ Yes, that’s me, ” he was actually surprised that a man in his standards would remember someone such as him, “ Iverson is quite…the type. I’m sure he would give you a break, ” he chuckled, “ A simple mistake after all. ”

ilburne

Shiro, in the midst of enjoying the casual conversation that rarely comes with his title, recall all of the achievements the younger cadet had.

A soft laugh caught Shiro by surprise. “Garrison’s Golden Boy does have its perks.” Shiro threw in in jest. While he was the Golden Boy, Shiro still gets embarrassed when someone mentioned such name. “Just don’t mention it to anyone.”

#[[Naw it's all cool. I'm hella late too. HAhahah]]#[[sorry it's short!!!]]

keithkoganbae

Spank

ilburne

keithkoganbae:

If Shiro wanted to push and make his teasing truly sexual, he could do that.

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It was once again time for dinner, if it could be called that. In the Castle, there was no sure way to tell what time it was by the visuals of deep space, they relied on their clocks. And the clock said it was nearly time for those with stomachs to eat. That meant she needed to prepare something nice.

The only issue is, as a machine, she lacked the ability to taste test anything. If this new recipe was to come out perfect, she would need someone to tell her when she was hitting or missing the mark. Alien ingredients applied to a human cooking recipe was bound to have some complications. She only needed a short search to find a guinea pig paladin.

“Good evening, Shiro! I was wondering, would you like to assist me in making dinner tonight?”

@ilburne

ilburne

The Black Paladin of Voltron was in the middle of going through the report from their previous encounter with the Galra, when he was confronted by Calusa, or LE when she gave him permission.

Silver gaze distractingly drifted from the holographic report to the Voltron’s designated AI and registered what she had said. Dinner sounds rather pleasant.

“Oh. Calusa! Sure, of course.” Should he mention to her that he had no standard in the taste of food and that he is a horrid cook himself? Perhaps she would be the one cooking instead of him. No matter which ways, dinner will be interesting tonight.

“I think Hunks would be the more suitable person.” But there’s no Hunk around and he is prey to Calusa’s gaze.

#thread #t: Hells Kitchen

thecrimsonpaladin:

“Are there more here like you?”

A weight on his chest seemed to lift the moment the Red Lion flew out of the Galran’s immediate shooting range. Shiro can also feel the tension fleeing his companion’s built as the other individual loosen up against the pilot seat.

The movement had Shiro drawing his shoulders back, slightly on guard as he has yet to know the identity of the other. His dark silver eyes firmly centered on the mask, approximating the eye level of the other soon-to-be paladin.

“There are five more of us, I can give you the coordinate whenever you’re ready.” Shiro offered, unsure of how this will pan out considering the other’s unknown identity. But if Allura is correct, the Red Lion doesn’t lie. Or so she said.

“Tell me if I’m being too forward, but we might need clearance from the Princess before the Castle takes you in.” While the Red Lion was clearance enough, Shiro would rather have the least amount of surprise as possible.

“So if you don’t mind, I will have the Princess contact the Red Lion.” Shiro nodded at the other’s mask.

#t: that silence