Letterblade

just another 30-something fangirl ~~~ fic writer primarily ~~~ cispanpolykinky ~~~ 18+ only pls ~~~ multifandom multishipper no fucks to give ~~~ currently a lot of Voltron ~~~ no antis no terfs no hate ~~~ no sideblogs we dump all our shit in one place like men ~~~ horny on main forever

[letterblade]

hey this is a super duper longshot especially given how few people are on tumblr anymore, but does anyone know of any KH discord servers that are reasonably sane, nonjudgemental, and contain adults

[sorceressrinoa]

so like… kingdom hearts HDM au, though

daemons are hearts. they gotta be

has sora just had a second daemon tagging along at his heels since he was four? did it stay with ven’s body instead somehow?

he spends most of kh1 with kairi’s following him silently. he thinks it’s because it just doesn’t know how to find kairi either, but it doesn’t know how to express that she’s right there

half the organization has half-formed, only-visible-out-of-the-corner-of-your-eye daemons. xemnas hides terra’s daemon with varying levels of success (it’s gotta be something big). roxas, three daemons following him through the rain as he trudges back towards the castle that never was

heartless are just corrupted daemons i guess??? sometimes you can see like, antlers or paw pads or some remnant of the animal they used to be

aqua’s got separated from her when she fell into the realm of darkness. maybe she sent it with terra to keep him safe

khx keykids’ daemons all settle as chirithies. somehow, this even applies to the keybearers who’d already settled before they were ever given a keyblade

[starcrossed-sky]

#khbloggin #daemon aus are my Lifeblood but i hate actually picking animals for them #alternatively: aqua’s daemon is the armor #given… the way kh is i feel like there’d be a lot of focus on fucked up reshaping of daemons [includes tags b/c important]

okay but also

The Unversed are all Vanitas’ daemons. All of them. A million shattered shards of this child’s heart but at least he still has a daemon, unlike that fluttery ball of light accompanying the worthless wreck of his body

when Ven DOES have a daemon, the fit he throws, all the shattered shards reacting at once in pure anguish and fracturing again

Sora can remember Namine so clearly, seeing on the dock, drawing, laughing with them. he can’t remember her daemon at all.

the way repliku’s daemon doesn’t shatter when Namine breaks the chains around his heart, instead just flickering wildly through forms even though unconscious, should have been a clue

“We do too have hearts!” And Demyx points, but all Sora can see is faint shifting shadows of what might be an animal

Riku might be able to change his face, but his daemon doesn’t change. neither does the way one of Sora’s snaps at him, while another presses close to his for comfort.

maleficent’s daemon is just her fucking crow

also i don’t know if you read the original books but there’s a concept of witches’ daemons being different from normal people’s, in that they can venture MUCH farther than normal from their person, like on the order of tens of miles plus, but supposedly the task of adapting them to actually doing that is extremely difficult to mildly traumatic and also seen as a coming of age thing, and maybe proven masters’ daemons can do that?

and like. that would explain how xemnas keeps terra’s daemon hidden away, and why Aqua’s can be so far away from her to protect her friends, and really when Yen Sid realized that Riku wasn’t distressed at all from the separation from his daemon (one to guard Sora; one to chase his missing pieces), giving him masterhood in the exam was only a formality

[zillychu]

accidental fish boyfriend

[ladymaddie28]

[heavenscalyx]

@letterblade

[moldykins]

This was one of my favorite things I made in school last year…!

[caelestee]

for you are made of nebulas and novas and night sky 

[ref]

[toadstoolpal]

types of gays: house edition (note: im using gay as an umbrella term!)

cottage gay: likes tea, artsy, good w plants, apologizes too much, dies every time someone complements them, lives in their own fantasies, doing their best but never thinks so

penthouse gay: art deco, expensive drinks, cherries and pomegranates, doesn’t close their blinds, knows the name of their barista, loves sunsets and fancy lingerie

castle gay: would have a closet for their capes, four-poster bed with three duvets, probably needs smelling salts, easily digresses, candles and dinner parties

lodge gay: reclusive, opens up to 3 (three) people in their entire lifetime, loves tapestries, hardworking, loves sleeping, could sit outside for hours, listens 2 folk music

tree house gay: has terrible handwriting, never too many throw pillows, constantly anxious, string lights and lava lamps, has taken a ceramic class, loves rice

[ambulanceinertia]

please watch this person shred on a hurdy gurdy

[fthgurdy]

That is a very good quality gurdy…and I wish I could play like that…

[tuulikki]

If you’ve never heard hurdy-gurdy before, allow me to assure you that whatever you are expecting it to sound like, it won’t be even a fraction as cool as the real thing.

[quasi-normalcy]

I was not expecting to hear a blistering hurdy-gurdy solo this fine morning

[zillychu]

AU where Sora never reverts back to human and Roxas makes a new friend

[twerklina]

[randomencounters]

Encounter: a failed experiment at creating the ultimate Fighter, although I still wouldn’t recommend engaging them in Grappling

[captainlordauditor]

@elodieunderglass here it is. The object that made me steal your tag.

[elodieunderglass]

I solemnly take off my hat, throw it on the ground, and jump on it. “Dangnabbit,” I say ceremoniously. I hand it to you, wiping a sentimental piece of grit from my eye. Our jaws are steely, locked significantly with the meaningfulness of the occasion, but secretly i am bursting with pride. You are the bearer of the hat now. I am ready for retirement.

[firochai]

underwear is a swear word

[malus-syl-vestris-deactivated20]

Terrible idea:

Tarot DnD. It’s DnD but you replace the dice with tarot cards and the DM has to interpret the results by symbolism instead of numbers.

[ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhg]

Ooh! My friend proposed an idea similar to this. CAH DnD. It’s basically the same concept but instead of tarot cards, you use Cards Against Humanity cards. As she put it:

“Perception check”

“Bees?”

“BEES???”

[malus-syl-vestris-deactivated20]

That sounds absolutely HORRENDOUS, your friend should be very proud

[copperbadge]

I’m enjoying the idea of CAH tarot. 

“What does the future hold for me?” 

“A bag of dicks.” 

[letterblade]

Okay, but my gaming group has been playing with tarot for YEARS and it works really well. There are some concrete rules of thumb: a major arcana is a good pull, aces and courts are stronger than minors, reversed is generally bad. Interpretation doesn't always figure in to a can-I-do-this pull (they also sometimes use pulls for random encounter brainstorming or what-comes-next, as well as in-character divination), but when it does, it makes things really interesting, and occasionally two people or a player and a GM get the same pull and that also makes things interesting.

And let me tell you, THE DECKS KNOW. Some of the pulls are downright eerie. The in-game divination works freaky-well. And our PC decks have a great sense of narrative difficulty. Is this a boss fight of the week? We pull perfectly themed major arcana for what we do and one-shot things. Is this an emotionally fraught, narratively significant battle? We flounder, we get hit hard, it becomes a nail-biting drag-out fight.

I suspect it wouldn't work without a GM with a strong knowledge of tarot, and like any tabletop system, it suits some kinds of things better than others. It's pretty high randomness and not necessarily as skill-weighted as some other systems; the decks will decide what you're good at more than numbers on your sheet. But it's really freaking fun and incredibly flexible and works great for our games.

[letterblade]

The Flip Side of Death

Something echoes over the loudspeakers as Hunk stumbles out onto packed sand amongst four great towers that rise like claws. The tailing end of an announcement. “…ladin of Voltron! Finally fighting on the right side!”

(So there’s this thing where I’m in a zine for the first time ever, yeah? It’s called If You Need Me, their blog with all the info is @vldwhumpzine, and you can order your copy here until at least February 4th. All monies go to A21, a project working to abolish slavery and human trafficking worldwide.)

The stands are packed. The stands are laughing. Jeering. Hollering for his slow and bloody death.

(Pick it up for a whole pile of awesomely H/C fic and art—with fics up to five thousand words so we can really dig into the pain. As you may have noticed, I took the chance to write some wall-to-wall Hunk whump: drama, angst, torture, arena fighting, threats of sexual assault, learning some of Shiro’s secrets, and salting all the way. Look to the PDF for the bonus extended version with more fallout with Shiro!)

Panic rises in Hunk’s throat. His body’s lead, his blood’s ice. It’s not like that, he wants to say, but his voice won’t sound and they can’t hear him anyway and there’s purple face after purple face in the stands, ragged and raging.

[find the rest]

[theresiidentdevil]

idk how to draw babies so these are just lil doodles but ive been having a lot of feelings lately

[forest-of-stories]

I finished Season 6 of Voltron courtesy of @letterblade, we agreed that Keith not infrequently slept in the Black Lion during Shiro’s absence, and then I made this:

My name is Black My pilot died I took his mind Kept it inside His boyfriend joins Us for relief And while he sleep We lik the Keef.

[letterblade]

Allure and Lance and hypnosis, pretty please?

(Note: this takes place sometime after this s8 fix-it, and the long and short of it is that Allura is living full-time in Lance’s head now. More consensual mind control than classic hypnosis, but somehow I don’t think you’ll mind!)

Lance is in the bath, tired, a little high from a day of tearing around New Altea with a very happy passenger, when he realizes he’s at least half hard.

He’s about halfway through his usual full-body stretch and ball-fondle while contemplating jerking off when his brain catches up to him and he realizes he’d just contemplated jerking off in front of his girlfriend. The undignified squawk he makes as he pulls his legs up echoes around the little room, and he reaches for the still-wet washcloth he’d used earlier, cooled off now, and slaps it over his face with a groan. “Sorry. Jesus. Sorry.”

Don’t stop on my account. It’s an amused murmur somewhere across the back of his scalp, and he sags further in the bath with a shudder of embarrassment.

“It’s…you don’t just…like that.”

Is this a human thing?

“I…guess?” He can feel her curiosity against him, subverbal, and okay, the thing where he can just kind of unload a concept at her without having to jam it into words when his mouth isn’t making words at a reasonable speed is really convenient. Guilt about wanking in a relationship, embarrassment about doing it in front of anybody, the gnarl of both together.

She answers in kind. Reasonable to attend to your own needs unless there was a specific choice to restrict or surrender that power—and that thought sends a strange coil through Lance’s belly which he’ll deal with later. A sex act like any other, singular or mutual, done for a wide variety of reasons—including embarrassment. Lance wrangles his head around it all, peels the washcloth off his face, discovers he’s fully at attention and bobbing in the water.

And chews his lip. “Okay, that all makes some sense, but…but I don’t want you to be left out.”

Well… It’s contemplative noise, a coil of her own excitement in answer, and his nerves light up softly across his shoulders, giving him the ghost sensation of bare, damp skin pressed against his. I don’t think I have to be. Would you be willing to…?

A nudge at his arms. A question.

Lance feels his eyes widen and—yeah, that’s a thing—his cock twitch. And takes a deep breath, rests his head back against the edge of the tub that feels like Allura’s chest, and whispers, “Yes.”

She takes control of his arms sweet and smooth as water, her will flowing down his nerves, and he quivers a little in surrender, breath going ragged. His arms float up, moving without him, and he watches them scull ripples in the water, slide down his chest and belly. He’s deep in the water, he thinks, and goes to readjust his seat, and can’t, and panics just a little, heart tripping faster.

I’ve got you, Allura tells him, with a wall of tenderness behind it as solid as earth, and his body rearranges itself like a puppet on strings, scooting a little further up in the bath so there’s no chance of his head dipping under. I’ve got you. I won’t let you fall.

“I trust you,” Lance breathes, and takes a few deep slow breaths. His cock hasn’t faltered, and he looks at it with a curious sense of distance, unable to touch.

May I dull the sensation in your arms? Allura asks gently. That comes with a wash of comfort—it’s all right to say no—intention—so that it will feel like another person’s hands.

Lance takes a few deep, shaky breaths, and sinks further into surrender—if not the bath—and breathes, “Yeah, let’s try it.”

She rummages carefully, methodically. His arms tingle, and then that fades, along with the warmth from the bath, the water moving against his skin.

A hand slides down his thigh.

He lets out a startled gasp, trying to squirm a little into the touch, but Allura keeps his ankles and shoulders snug, true to her word to keep him safe in the bath. “Oh, w-wow—that’s—yeah, that’s okay, god I love you…” He can wobble his knees back and forth, wriggle a little, but he’s bound at her will and the hands touching him don’t feel like his, and sheer, helpless arousal makes him try to grind his hips against nothing but water.

Close your eyes, Allura breathes, and it feels almost like she is whispering in his ear. He obeys, unhesitating.

She slides a little extra control over his face, and he realizes he can’t open them again, even if he wanted to. She leaves him his mouth, leaves him the little gasps that are coming out of him now as he squirms. The illusion deepens, now, with his eyes closed. Just a nudge from her, and his imagination fills in that his arms are bound, that somebody else is running long warm fingers over his skin. Circling the head of his cock.

“C-can you—feel this?” he blurts, voice thready, as two fingers tease down the sensitive underside, not quite stroking yet.

Yes. Oh, yes. I can feel everything. Dipping lower, tracing his balls, and she can feel that little thrill of oh-crap-my-balls, can’t she, she can feel all of this—wrapping snug round the base of his cock and he moans outright, echoing damp in the bathroom. Just relax. I’ll take care of you.

“I’m…I’m not gonna…” His voice cracks as she gives his cock a long, slow stroke. He knows his right hand a little too well by now, but it’s moving differently, she’s playing with him differently, it’s messing with his head in the best way, and he moans and mouths at thin air.

I know. Let it come. Take the edge off. I won’t be done with you so quickly, my love.

“Oh god,” Lance croaks, and he feels his body jerk between the points where she’s holding him, balls tightening. “Oh god. Please.” The orgasm hits him almost in slow motion, and he isn’t sure whether she’s stretching his sense of time or it’s just one of those languid-and-inevitable ones, but he feels himself spurt over their hand, heavy and delicious as he howls. “Fuck,” he manages, dragging deep breathes. “Yes. I’m yours.”

[73chn1c0l0rr3v3l]

Hunk/Pidge, or Hunk/Pidge/Keith if you want, impact play

Pidge shouldn’t have been able to hit that hard. 

Not that she was weak - far from it! But the force she hit him with was… well. 

Hunk bit his own hand to keep from howling, as her hand descended down on his chest, his pectoral jiggling a bit, her little hand print almost white. 

“How do you hit so hard?” He was panting now, his mouth open, sweat dripping down his face. 

She shrugged. “I work as much as you guys do,” she said, & she hit the other side of his chest, for symmetry. 

Hunk made a desperate little whimpering noise, his head thrown back & his mouth still open. “God,” he murmured.

“I mean, I can stop, if you want,” she said, & her hand went between his legs, squeezing his cock through his pants, then grabbing a handful of his thigh & squeezing it.

“N-no,” Hunk said. “You don’t have to.”

Pidge smiled like a shark, & Hunk’s heart beat a little faster. “I had a feeling you’d say that,” she said, & she drew her hand back again.