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sukailion:

Living in place like this had of course taken its toll on the Black Paladin but for Keith’s sake rather than his own, he did his utmost to make sure the younger didn’t suspect any of the turmoil within. Most of the time, he was within his own personal storm; his thoughts wandering to dark places he’d rather not revisit and knowing their… situation and how they had come to this place, there was nothing that could quell the aching in his chest or the constant pangs of worry in the pit of his stomach. Sure, having Keith here was a blessing—he didn’t know how well he would cope on his own, actually—but it wasn’t quite enough, as much as he wanted it to be.

Keith had disappeared that afternoon, leaving Shiro alone with his thoughts though he was drawn back to reality as Keith’s voice floated through his mind: stay where you are and cover your eyes.

Suspicion was instant but it was Keith, how could he not trust him? He promised it was good, so it had to be. Okay, he thought in response—honestly, this was still incredibly weird, communicating with Keith like this—and closed his eyes as instructed. Done. Go ahead.

And so he waits, arms crossed and eyes closed as Keith requested, no peeking either. He hears the door open and footsteps approach him and he still remains as he was, awaiting Keith’s instruction rather than taking it upon himself to look. Finally, the footsteps cease and Keith’s voice (in person this time) once again instruct him to reopen his eyes and when he does so, his curious expression shifted immediately to surprise as his gaze meets that of a small puppy in the Red Paladins hands.

Slowly, as not to startle the puppy, he raised his left hand to gently tickle the puppy behind one of it’s rather fluffy ears. “Well, hi…” The puppy seemed to react positively to his touch, so that was promising. A small smile formed upon his lips as he tears his gaze from the puppy to Keith as he asked, “Where did you get it?” He didn’t know puppies even existed here… in fact, he couldn’t remember the last time he had actually seen a puppy, so the surprise was more than welcomed, however his curiosity couldn’t be settled until Keith explained.

≼ 🔥 ≽ Keith smiles as Shiro moves to pet the puppy, shifting his own arm to cradle her and give support to her back legs while still holding her up to him. He’d seen someone with a dog there before, and really it had been on his mind since then; if not for himself, for Shiro. He lifts the puppy further, gently pressing her cheek to his cheek.

“Her. And I actually just found her when I was out. I...figured it was too cold for a puppy to just be alone, that maybe she’d be better off with us. With you.” And maybe both would be better together, each to help each other and help Shiro. That’s what was important. The puppy wiggles in Keith’s arms, happily licking Shiro’s cheek before Keith places the pup against the taller man’s chest, grabbing his left arm and wrapping it under the dog to cradle her like he had. Then he grabs his robotic hand, hesitating for a moment before deciding to just hold it for himself instead of placing it on the dog.

“We could name her together, if you want. But she’s yours. She...she reminded me of you a lot.” Cute. He pauses after thinking that, cheeks staining a touch of red. Fuck.... “She’s black and white! And the eyes!” He blurts his words out, rushing to try to cover up the thoughts he forgot would be broadcast to the other. This was...still new.

#sukailion #≼ Shiro 2 ≽#(i'm crying pls they're so cute and the puppy is cute but....)#(rip keith bYE KEITH)

✦✧ @sukailion

≼ 🔥 ≽ There’s a lot to deal with now, some loss of memory and a furthering denial of actually having died somehow. It’s stress on top of stress that both of them already had to begin with. He’d give anything to make Shiro feel better, but he felt as though he was at a loss of what to do for it, how to settle his anxieties. Shiro’s not aware that he can hear his thoughts, at least he doesn’t seem like he is, so Keith keeps it quiet and feels awful intruding, even as Shiro just smiles and pretends he’s fine...likely for Keith’s sake.

His thoughts are lost to him as he hears a whining coming from an alleyway, following it out of instinct until he comes across a puppy. Black and white fluffy fur with mismatched eyes, it reminds him instantly of his best friend. It’s way too cold for a puppy to be alone and he decides to take it, picking it up in his arms and heading directly back to Shiro’s flat. Maybe, just maybe, this would be the thing to help him a bit. He could only hope as he heads in, pausing before the door.

‘Hey. Shiro, I’m coming in now. Just...stay where you are and cover your eyes. It’s something good, I promise.’

It’s a surprise, after all, and he waits a moment to assure he followed orders before letting himself in and holding the puppy up to Shiro, blue and brown eyes staring up at the taller man, at her new owner.

“Okay, open your eyes.”

#sukailion #≼ Shiro 2 ≽#(yells this is the fluffiest thing i've written in a while i hope it's good for you aaa!)#(shiro deserves happiness and rest pls)

cryptographism:

“YOUR LOSS!” chimed the triangle at his understandable trepidation, as though anyone enjoyed having the incomprehensible screech that comprised the name of his original dimension be last sound they ever heard. Continuing the trend of weirdness, his response to the first of the paired questions was an agreeable one. “I WOULDN’T BET AGAINST YOU THERE! EXCEPT WHERE I’M INVOLVED. WASN’T A BIG FAN OF THE PLACE, PERSONALLY, SO I LEFT THAT WHOLE FLAT-MINDED DIMENSION IN THE DUST A.S.A.P.!”

A sweep of the hat from atop his form accompanied his second answer, a gesture of old-fashioned politeness that was incongruous in a discussion of interplanetary travel and interuniversal travel. “SURE DO! YOU DON’T LAST THIS LONG IN THE BUSINESS WITHOUT ADAPTING TO THE LINGO. CALL ME BILL! IT’S BASICALLY A DIMENSIONAL USERNAME BUT UNLESS YOU WANT THEM TO BE VACUUMING YOU OFF THE FLOOR, IT’LL HAVE TO DO!”

Without asking for the other’s name (he didn’t need to) he snapped his fingers like he had remembered a word that had been on the tip of his metaphorical tongue. “SO, HEY, HOW’S BEING LANDLOCKED TREATING YOU?”

≼ 🔥 ≽ Why did he sound like it was actually a loss? It doesn’t give him the best of vibes, then again he was already on edge enough. He can only imagine and assume why the being wasn’t a fan of his home, but he’s not judging as everyone had reasons for disliking something personal to them.

“Bill...” That...isn’t the name he’d expected from a floating triangular being, but there it is. His attention’s immediately pulled by the snap before he can say much more, and a question. He sure did talk a lot, not that Keith ever did, but he’s just as confusing, not lending well to the easily confused nature of the paladin. “Uh...fine so far, I guess?” Was it really something he should be that happy or comfortable with? “I’d rather not be here, really.” There wasn’t even much he could do about it, was there? Still, he’s stubborn accepting facts. “They were just...messing with us, right? We can go home somehow?”

#cryptographism #≼ Bill Cipher 1 ≽#(the denial bill has to deal with here)#(also aaa i'm sorry if this reply is awful i've been heavily sick hhh)

sukailion:

He knew it. He knew he wasn’t going crazy. There, as clear as day, Keith’s voice resonated in his head. He had no idea how such a thing was possible but right now, it didn’t matter. Details later, he had to find his friend no matter what.

I don’t know… He thought back in response. After glancing around his surroundings, he had no clue as to where he was but he odd sensation of being lead in a certain direction couldn’t be a coincidence. He’d hold on to that sliver of hope that maybe, just maybe he’d find his friend within the unfamiliar world he’d found himself trapped in.

Sure enough, he rounded a corner and that tugging feeling intensified as the unmistakable figure of the red paladin was visible just ahead. His name, shouted with urgency and slight uncertainty, drifted between them and without thinking he too broke into a run to meet his best friend half way.

Keith… thank god…

As soon as he was able, he barrelled right into him, strong arms engulfing the shorter male into a tight hug. The embrace lasted a few moments before Shiro finally released him, choosing to step back a pace and place his hands upon Keith’s shoulders. “Are you okay?” He asked quickly, of course placing Keith’s well-being above his own. It didn’t matter what happened to him, as long as Keith was alright—

Then something hit him like a freight train, a dark, cold feeling in the pit of his stomach crawling up, up, up as his heart hammered in his chest. None of this made sense. None of it; his memories remained hazy, he couldn’t recall the exact moment he had wound up in his place and as the realisation set in, dark eyes widened slightly as he fully came to terms with Keith’s presence. The strange pulling sensation had ceased and he guessed quickly that this place was trying to lead him to Keith. He didn’t know why, but he’d accept it for now. Still, a question lingered on the tip of his tongue and as the silence settled between the two of them, he had to speak up.

He couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong.

“Something’s not right,” He said quietly, glancing around for a quick moment. “Keith, how much do you remember?”

≼ 🔥 ≽ His voice again, and he doesn’t even question it this time as he sees him and is reassured that he’s actually there. He puts his all into running toward him, caught off guard for a moment by the hug, but it’s his friend. The contact from someone he’s so familiar with and comfortable with is welcomed and returned as he wraps his arms around him. He’s real. They both likely needed that reassurance of actuality in contact, trust in reality was hard to come by recently.

The hug is broken apart and he almost misses it, that safety, but it’s not completely gone and Shiro’s immediately asking how he is. Keith, of course, doesn’t care about himself and is worried about his friend instead, hoping he’s okay from both the mental strain of finding themselves in some strange place and from the fight then...then what?

“I’m fine. Are you okay?” Even if he wasn’t fine, he’d say he was, for his sake but he didn’t find an immediate importance in his own well-being. Shiro’s silence only worries him further, and he wants to press more but he finally speaks again.

In truth, thinking about what he remembered or not wasn’t easy for some reason. Everything was fuzzy in hue but he could recall going to rescue Allura and...his fight with Zarkon. He can’t recall how it ended...but he can remember the anger and panic that had set in during it.

“I...don’t know. We were rescuing Allura.” Even though I didn’t want to. “I...” He thinks about the fight again and cuts himself off. “What do you remember...?”

#sukailion #≼ Shiro 1 ≽#(lifts leggy as i'm late too but ilu)

viktoruu:

The question came out of nowhere, though it wasn’t uncommon for Makkachin to garner his worth of attention from people. Who could blame them really? He was the cutest poodle in existence! Blinking slightly in surprise at how direct the request was (usually, people just went ahead and pat him!) Viktor nodded, a proud smile etching into his features.

“Of course you can, he’s friendly!”

Makkachin confirmed this with an enthusiastic waggle of his curly tail, shiny, black eyes looking up at the man in eager anticipation of the fuss he was about to receive.

“He came with me actually, I’ve had him quite a while now.” And with that acknowledgement came a hint of sadness creeping into his tone.

“Do you have any dogs?”

≼ 🔥 ≽ Both the dog’s and other man’s friendliness seem infectious and if Keith was less guarded than he was, he’d have smiled. He isn’t and he doesn’t, but his expression eases up slightly as he crouches down to pet the dog. He’s glad hearing someone had their dog come with them to keep them company. He’s sure he’d be much more lost if his best friend hadn’t come along with him. There’s a sad quality, however, and he wonders why.

“You two must be close then, what’s his name? And...yours.” He pauses, looking at the dog before glancing upward at the other man, hands scratching behind the dog’s ears. “No. I didn’t have any pets but I was in space. I guess there were mice, but they weren’t mine.” He shrugs, a slight smirk forming on his lips a moment later. “I mean, technically I have a cat, though.” A very short, soft laugh is uttered at his own inside joke. “She’s more of a lion, really.”

#viktoruu #≼ Viktor 1 ≽#(aaaaa dw about it i'm also so late with this cries)#(but aaa the cutest pupper keith will give him a lot of love!)

cryptographism:

“NOW THAT’S A NEW ONE!” Understandably most residents of Amaranth - particularly those who had not crossed paths with the supernatural in life, though there were exceptions to every rule - couldn’t make heads or tails of his appearance but, of those who made the attempt, none had yet suggested that he was alien. “I WAS WONDERING WHEN THEY’D GET AROUND TO PULLING SOME SPACEFARING DIMENSIONS OUTTA THE GRAB-BAG!”

Removing his top hat in a sweeping gesture, the triangular being spoke with (relative) honesty. “HATS OFF TO YOU, KID, YOU’RE CLOSE! –BUT NO CIGAR. STRICTLY SPEAKING I’M FROM A SECOND-DIMENSIONAL SPACE IMPERCEPTIBLE ON THE HUMAN VISUAL SPECTRUM! THE NAME DOESN’T TRANSLATE WELL UNLESS YOU LUMP ‘BRAIN LIQUEFACTION’ INTO THE SAME CATEGORY AS ‘WELL’.” His tone carried the implication that he did consider it as such, fondly recalling the only other time he’d used his native tongue during his year-long stay.

“LET ME TAKE A SHOT IN THE DARK HERE AND SAY YOU’RE FROM… EARTH!” By way of explanation, he tacked on, “HUMANS ARE SO ATTACHED TO THAT BALL OF MUD IT’S PRACTICALLY A UNIVERSAL CONSTANT!”

≼ 🔥 ≽ Yeah, this was likely on the top of a list of the weirdest things he’s experienced. He listens but it isn’t as though he’s able to make direct heads or tails of what he’s explaining. It’s straight forward, but he’s never dealt with this type of being and yet it all seems somewhat scientific in nature. Maybe Pidge would like this, aside from-- “Brain...liquefaction? Yeah...I think I’d rather not...so I’ll pass on that.” He has a multitude of questions forming but he keeps his mouth shut. He’s sure if his friends were here they’d probably rapid fire questions his way.

“I am. Or was, anyway.” He raises a brow, shrugging his shoulders slightly. “Isn’t it kind of...normal to be attached to where you’re from?” At least there wasn’t a planet of triangles somewhere, although the thought was somewhat amusing. “Do second-dimensional space triangles have names or will those do the same as your home’s title?”

#cryptographism #≼ Bill Cipher 1 ≽#(absolutely amazing i'm glad this can be one of his first meetings)#(i'm crying he's already gently sassing him pls)

sukailion:

No way, it couldn’t be…

Keith’s voice resonated through his mind, clear as day. He shook his head, unable to quite believe it. There was no way that was real, it just couldn’t be. He had to be delusional. Whatever this place was, that wasn’t right. That… can’t be right.

But the cold fear settled in the pit of his stomach transformed into something else, something much more reassuring.

Hope.

For the first time since his arrival, he felt hope. He stood straight and glanced around, praying he’d catch sight of the red paladin. Unfortunately, he remained alone but ever since he’d heard Keith’s voice, he felt a distinct urge to start walking onward.

So walk he did, but that didn’t stop him from calling out. “Keith? Keith, are you there?” He was met with silence yet again and he almost groaned in frustration. No, he had to remain focused; this was not the time to get overwhelmed. Either this place was fucking with him or it was much more than it let on. He’d find out soon enough, he was sure of it.

Damn it, Keith… His thoughts wandered to his friend as he pressed ahead. Answer me.

They’d been separated before, he was not going to let it happen again.

≼ 🔥 ≽ Keith starts to feel hopeless, looking around before squatting by his helmet and picking it up as his eyes close. He breathes out. What would Shiro do right now? Focus. Right? Patience yields focus. And he tries to focus, then he hears it and feels it. A strange pull coupled by the other man’s voice in his head.

Shiro?! I’m here! Where are you?

It couldn’t be real. Why was he hearing his best friend’s voice in his head? It...sounded so real. He felt like it was, felt a weird closeness with him, some kind of bond and he looks up in the direction he feels the pull.

One foot is placed forward and he lifts himself directly into a sprint in that direction. He doesn’t care if it leads him nowhere, he has an instinct to go that way so he goes, not walking but running as fast as his legs can take him.

It’s only when he sees what looks to be Shiro walking from a far distance that he says anything, not stopping for anything. “SHIRO!” He yells as loud as his voice allows him to and adds a loud thought in, ‘Shiro is that you?’

#sukailion #≼ Shiro 1 ≽#(SAME cries)#(both these boys are so panicky jfc let them fucking rest)

Sтαятєя ƇαƖƖ ✦✧ @viktoruu

≼ 🔥 ≽ The fluffiest dog he thinks he’s ever seen is before him and he’s tempted to pet it for the sake of seeing what it feels like if not because he perhaps had a soft spot for animals underneath the exterior that was often perceived as icy. He approaches the other man, slightly awkward as he tilts his head before staring him dead in the eye with a neutral expression.

“Could I pet your dog? Did...did it come with you or did you get one here?” Could you get a dog here? Maybe he’d think about it, maybe it would help with anxiety especially when it came to his friend.

#viktoruu #≼ Viktor 1 ≽#(makkachin the cutest dog in the history of dogs tbh)#(i'm sorry for this awful starter but i rly hope it works for you!)#(pls let me know if you'd honestly rather something else aaa)

Sтαятєя ƇαƖƖ ✦✧ @cryptographism

≼ 🔥 ≽ Well...he’d seen plenty of aliens at this point and logically his brain wants to point the being before him toward the same category. He’s never seen a triangle alien, nor a triangle that seemed to be alive and he’s put off slightly. It’s not much different than with other people and social interaction, however. Aliens were people.

“What...planet are you from?” It’s possibly a stupid question, but it’s on his mind and his impulses fire it out before he can stop either way. Curiosity killed the robotic lion, after all.

#cryptographism #(oh my god you can't just ask what planet triangles are from keith)#(sweats i hope this works for you!)#≼ Bill Cipher 1 ≽

✦✧✦✧ Let me try to kickstart my first time here and throw out a starter call. Like this post for a starter from Keith. I’ll leave it uncapped ‘cause I’m not expecting much but I also want to interact with everyone! If you’ve specific ideas, just hmu!

#ama rp ad #(fingerguns boy am i nervous)

sukailion:

@kasailion

“Welcome to Eternity. We take in souls who have passed and have no worlds to return to.”

The words resonated in his mind, repeating over and over again like a broken record. Eternity… souls who have passed… none of it made any sense to him. His heart hammered in his chest but with a few deep breaths, Shiro managed to bring himself into a state of focus. Calm, relax… this was not the time panic.

He had to find the others.

Glancing to his right, he picked up his discarded helmet and slipped it on, instantly trying to communicate with his team. “Hey, guys… are you there?” Silence. “Keith? Lance?” More silence, followed by a small, frustrated groan from the Black Paladin. “Hunk? Pidge? Allura, Coran… anyone?” Nothing but the faint static buzzing around his head as he failed to reach anyone. “Damn it…” He pulled the helmet off and studied his unfamiliar surroundings.

The girl’s earlier words were still on his mind but he forced himself to press forward. He had to find someone, anyone. He couldn’t be alone in this place, he just couldn’t.

At least that’s what he kept telling himself anyway.

≼ 🔥 ≽ His chest tightens to the point of his breath constricting through his nostrils. A near panic sets in, his muscles tense and sore but he ignores his body’s obvious protests for him to sit down and calm. He doesn’t calm. He can’t. There’s something specific he needs to do because he tries to remember what last happened and all he can conjure is the splitting of their group into the walls of the wormhole.

He stares down at the ground before looking up quickly and around at his surroundings as if he’s looking for something, for someone. “Shiro?” His voice is a concerned mix of panic and fear masked by a relative try at staying guarded. If he’s here, maybe Shiro is, but maybe he’s in trouble. Now isn’t a time he remembers to calm, to focus, he’s too passed riled now and he’s confused, what did that person mean...passed.

Shiro. Shiro....where are you? Shiro. He can’t keep his thoughts from thinking of the taller man, his best friend. The thoughts mix with worry about his other team mates, but they aren’t as strong, as pure and he doesn’t realise that he broadcasts these things out to him.

He tests out his own comm system in his helmet, pulling it off and throwing it down out of frustration as no one is available, no one hears him. It’s useless.

Fuck! Please...I can’t lose you. Not again.

#sukailion #≼ Shiro 1 ≽#( :3c pain)

Hi! My name’s Tae and I’m new to this group, it’s my first time trying out a new group but a friend suggested it so here I am aaa! I hope everyone will take good care of me and my son, Keith. If anyone ever feels like plotting or talking please feel free to hmu in ims or something! I’m very excite but very nervous aaaaa

#ama intro #(the icon is me i'm smiling but i'm clearly dead inside)#(internally screaming frm nerves but i hope i'll have fun here the premise is just so cool!)