#mothmun posts

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this is a call out post for tumblr users @reptilian-disaster and @paladindansepants , who want me to call an ai program for a story i’m working on:

preheat to 375

fuckmaster 5000

slut master 7000

hummus

cup

heckin

hot choclety murder

avocado toast

i have read and agree to the terms and conditions

childhood trauma

nyarr

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misc voltron prompts

- space pirates - blind!lance but stupidly good at pretending he isn't blind ?? someone takes him to the movies "how was it" "aha, well yasee," - photographer!lance, model!keith - not fic necessarily but cooler than me song klance??? - fucki ng spamalot au - !!!!!!!!! assassin au, lotor is a gang boss and lance is his #1 sniper, keith and shiro are rival mercenaries working for the altean gang - ok so consider: dragon age au, but instead of inquisition, it's origins. lance is the warden,,,, - allura and coran trying to make tht for trans lance - trans lance but allura thinks he's actually a girl like with pidge, shit goes wack - shance role swap including blue paladin shiro and black paladin lance bc mmm - sheith is pining after lance, lance was pining back but as per stereotype is 100% convinced he has no chance in the relationship, ends up making out w an alien at a party, sheith intervenes after "mistaking it for noncon" (they didn't they were just jealous), lance yells @ them ??? does do they make up?? who know - shy lance ??? idk what context but shy lance, that's all - also consider soulmate au w first words tattoo'd on the wrist, lance is mute/deaf/doesn't speak for whatever reason, keith is a grumpy soulmate who doesnt have a tattoo - aliens make the team forget lance (like he's unnoticeable to them, they can talk to him but have no memory of him before and forget speaking to him immediately afterwords) until he learns to appreciate himself, it goes very wrong and he ends up v self destructive, they undo it and the team panics - lance is v good at cooking, begin friendly competition between hance to cook the best meals - shiro has a nightmare and tries to wake up lance for comfort cuddles, lance has sleep paralysis (including hallucinations mb??) n shiro panics (u can totally steal this so long as u link me/tag me so i can read them) ((but yeah this is a bunch of bullshit aaa))

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i

have blood on my phone screen and it’s not really coming off rip

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i'm gonna write it

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hey so am i the only one disappointed w lance and hunk development this season. i feel like they’re continuing to kind of hype keith up as the main and its frustrating me

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someone hmu so i have an excuse to talk about my spirited away shance au i beg u

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i see so many fics where lance is positively smitten with xyz, and how convinced he is that they're too good for him, and just all this absolute love towards them combined with his insecurities but like i really want to see the other side??? like xyz just completely in awe of lance, shocked that he thinks he doesn't deserve them, and in general just their point of view of a langsty situation just give me lance hurt/comfort from the other pov is what i'm saying

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it's years from now. it's been a long time since i've seen any of my friends. we have kept in touch, but they know almost nothing of my life. one year i decide to host one of their birthday parties.

i live in a suspicious apartment on the top floor of an almost abandoned building. it is dark and unorganized, but fairly clean. in the middle of the living room there is a piñata hanging from the ceiling. there are store bought cupcakes on the table.

i hand the birthday person a stick and gesture to the piñata without saying anything.

when they crack open the piñata, it is completely empty save for a single tortilla chip and a plastic push knife. they look at me in confusion, and suddenly i have pulled out a blue water gun.

"mothmun, where's the real piñata?" they say, knowing i have something planned.

i aim the gun at them. a spray of warm orange juice hits them in the face. "you'll have to fight me for it," i say, before shooting them again.

they look at the knife in their hands before waving it at me.

"why would you bring a knife to a gun fight?" i say, back flipping over a couch in a completely unrealistic show of athletic ability.

they leave soon after without the real piñata, and i am left alone to sadly eat my cupcakes and warm orange juice, now friendless.