I'm Kinda Gay

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Voltron headcannons (ADHD Lance version)

Lance is ADHD and hypersensitive

When he cant sleep because he's having a hyperactive attack he borrows Pidge's headphones just so they block out some noise and he wears the eyecover thingy to block out all and any light.

Pidge is an insomniac and often is awake when Lance cant sleep so she luls him to sleep with Earth music she found.

Sometimes the textures of foods are too much for Lance and it overwhelms him, so Hunk spent a week creating foods that are perfect for him and comforting.

Keith keeps squishy things and figit toys in his weird pouch things for Lance when he needs them, but he often is caught playing with them subconsciously when he gets anxious or restless.

Keith is a figity boi(tm)

Sometimes when lance is hypersensitive to touch he still craves his bfs touch and so he just holds onto his finger or stares at his hand to satisfy the craving.

Keith plays with Lance's hair when hes figity and hyper.

When Lance is hyper he talks really fast, but his brain cant keep up with translating everything into English, so he just starts rambling so fast in spanish.

No one u derstood.

Keith kinda did because he started learning bcuz he loves his bf

Pidge and Coran made translaters!

Coran once made the food goo I to a squishy toy on accident butbLance loves it.

Pidge makes lance toys :)

She also made this little ticking thing that helps him slow down his thought and think better.

Allura does facemasks and hair treatments with Lance to calm him down and feel clean even though he showered like 3 times already

Lance plays with Keith's hair!

It makes him focus but is also calming

Keith pretends to hate it, but it's one of the only thing that can relax him

Kalnxe eskimo kisses

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Klangst drabble

You know what sounds really good? A fanfic where older Keith goes back in time to help everyone stop Lance from committing suicide/ dying, so he wont have to live without him, because living without Lance makes him absolutely miserable and he misses him so much.

If anyone wrote this, I'd be extremely pleased.

Also just imagine everyone walking in to see an older Keith yelling at younger Keith, only for him to stop when he sees Lance, whom he then tackles into a hug while sobbing.

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Voltron Harassment

Hi there, so yeah uh,,, harassing the Voltron creators? Yeah, stop it please. I know I'm late to say this, but it really needs to stop.

I get it some of you are angry that we didn't get what they originally promised, but not all of it was their fault. Yeah they tried to fit too much in one season so some had to go, but that's not the only thing.

Lance and Shadam should(wouldve) been cannon. We all knew it, it wasn't a secret anymore, but now Adam is dead and suddenly Allura is flirting back with Lance even after saying Lance has a romantic endgame and she doesn't?

DreamWorks did not greenlight the two homosexual relationships, meaning that the voltron creators had to get rid of them.

Everything has their reasons. And I can assure you 100% that the voltron creators did not lie about the season so much just to kill your Hope's and dreams of ships. I don't know about you, but I loved season 7. (And didn't you see Kinkade? I mean damn. Where can I find me a mans like that?)

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Rememberance (klangst ghost au) Part 7 ENDING 1

Days had passed, weeks even, and Lance was faint.  It was hard to see him, and I couldn’t feel him anymore.  I wanted to break down in tears, but I wouldn’t, not yet. I wanted Lance to leave happy, and not sad or regretful, or any of that.  “I’m going to miss you, mullet.” I heard Lance say. Even now, when he spoke, it was as if the words were whispered in the air, and only faint sounds came to me.  I couldn’t hear what he was saying half the time. However, as we sat on the bench, him more float that ever, we act as if it isn’t a problem. Or, we were. I looked over at him, a small yet sad smile on my face.

    “I’m going to miss you too, Lance,”  I spoke, my words choking. I didn’t want him to go; I didn’t want him to leave me all alone.  “How much longer?” I asked, no specifications, but he knew what I was talking about. I could tell he knew, with the way his, now baby blue, sky eyes, filled with sadness and dread.  “Not long is it?” I asked quietly, and he nodded slowly. Every other second, as proof, his face would blotch in and out, along with other parts of him. He was disappearing before my eyes.  That was a common sight, but now, it was for good. I didn’t want to believe that, but we all had to face reality. There’s no faking anything right now. I laughed sadly and hand a hand through my hair.  “You know the first day we started talking?” I asked, him nodding in response. I leaned back and towards him, and he did the same. I couldn’t feel him anymore, but I still had the comfort of knowing he was there, he was trying.  “I didn’t want to talk about you. I didn’t want to learn anything about you.” I spoke, perking the curiosity in him. “I thought that if I were to get to know you that I would forget you, and I didn’t want to forget you. I didn’t want to be like them, I didn’t want to forget you and leave you all alone.”  I could see his eyes water, but it was hard to tell with the way parts of his face blurred and blotched every now and then. “But then you,” I laughed and smiled at him brightly, “you managed to butt your way into my life.” I shook my head and clenched my fists on my lap, ignoring the sting of my nails digging into my palm.  When had I started crying? I wondered as a small tear dropped on my knuckles. “You forced your way into my life and, god, I let you do it. It was the best decision I ever made in my whole life.”

    I could hear Lance’s sobs but they were getting quieter by the moment.  “I- I promised you! I promised I wouldn’t leave you alone!” He yelled, but it was a whisper,  a faint one at that. I shook my head at his words, holding the smile on my face even as tears fell.  “I-”

    I wouldn’t let him continue.  I couldn’t; it hurt to listen to him.  “I know. I know Lance, god. I knew you couldn’t keep the promise, but I knew you wanted to.  I could tell everyday that you were getting shearer and shearer.  I’m not stupid, I knew what was happening, and I let you promise me anyways.”  I spoke, wiping my tears away with a still balled fist. “But you aren’t leaving me.  You’ll still be here, just not here.”  I soothed his fading figure.  He was leaving. It was to soon!  My eyes widened and I sobbed slightly, and ugly sob, and it appeared Lance knew why.  He rose his hand, but it was gone. He was almost gone, just a head and a quickly disappearing torso.  He spoke but I could barely hear him. He wanted something. “What? What is it Lance?!” I begged in a panic.

    “I never got your name, mullet”  he whispered, or it was a whisper to me, and I couldn’t help but laugh, and cry.  It was an ugly mixture.

    “It-,”  I wiped away my tears,  “it’s Keith, my name’s Keith.”  I spoke, flabbergasted. I never gave him my name.

    “Keith huh?  It suits you, but not as much as mullet.”  Every word he spoke was quieter than the one before.  “Thank you Keith. Thank you for not leaving me alone, thank you for being my friend.  Tell Shiro I said it wasn’t his fault and,” I leaned towards him. I couldn’t see him.  “Thank you.” He whispered out, his last words, and I sobbed at the nothingness that was once beside me.  I sobbed for the kind words he gave me, and I sobbed for the feelings he felt when he died. I cried for him, for Takashi, for his family, and for me.

    “Goodbye,”  I cried. Even as a sobbing mess, I smiled happily, knowing that I could make him happy on his last days here on Earth.  His promise was broken, never meant to be made, yet he was happy and I was happy for him. “Good bye, Lance.”

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Rememberance (klangst ghost au) Part 6

It felt as if all time had stopped, along with my heart, but I knew that wasn’t true.  My heart wouldn’t stop beating, and it picked up the pace the more Shiro sobbed. Or was it me?  I couldn’t tell, all I knew is that there was an intense pain in my chest, as if it were being ripped open, and my throat was killing me.  “You, what?” I asked between breaths and ugly cries. All he did in response was shake his head and grip his hair again.

I backed away, my feet wobbling beneath me.  “I,” Shiro spoke, his voice barely audible because of how bad his breathing was, “I told him that-  I said that he-” he let a breath of air and a watery laugh. “The day it happened,” his voice wobbled and he hunched over while I stood there, unsure how I was even standing at the moment.  “He came over, but I, I was having a really bad day with my PTSD and all” he gestured to the mechanical arm, which was keeping him propped up. “And he vented to me about all of his insecurities.  He told me that he hated himself, and he thought that everyone found him as a burden,” I cried, “and that he thought he was just a waste of space, annoying, and a replacement.” If he was lonely before, imagine how lonely he must be now.  My legs finally gave out and I crumpled to the floor, my arms wrapped around myself. “And he.. He told me he was thinking about,” he stopped, silent tears running down his face, which he didn’t bother to wipe off. “He told me he was thinking about.. Killing himself.” Shiro hushed and smacked his head violently.  “Then, I told him to! I yelled at him to get out and go away, that he was bothering me and being stupid! I told him he wouldn’t do it, and that he was just overreacting!  I.. I” He stopped once more, and went back to sobbing as I cried louder.

I wanted to leave, I was disgusted, but my legs wouldn’t let me move.  I couldn’t walk, and all I could do was listen to the sound of my brother’s sobs and my own.  This went on for minutes upon minutes, until an hour or so past and we were just sitting there lifelessly.   I couldn’t process any of this, I didn’t want to; I didn’t want to believe him. I couldn’t imagine Shiro doing that, especially to someone like Lance.

    “I found him you know?”  Shiro spoke once more, his voice rough, yet quiet.  “Later, I went to check on him in his room because I felt bad, and there he was..  There was so much blood Keith, so much.” I looked up, my eyes irritated, and I could see the physical regret and anger towards himself for what had happened.  He didn’t want that to happen either. He didn’t want Lance to die, who would? Even if it could be considered his fault, I don’t think I could fully blame him for Lance’s death.  No one else was there for him; they all made him feel alone and a bother. They were of fault to. Maybe, just maybe, had I came months before now, maybe I would have been able to befriend Lance and stop all of this.  He wouldn’t have been so alone and sad.

    “Tell me about him.”  I murmured, looking back towards the ground.  “What was he like? What did he like, dislike?  What was his favorite food? HIs first pet’s name?”  I ask, hearing a soft laugh from my brother. “Tell me about him.”  I whisper again, hearing Shiro hum.

“Everything?”

“Everything.”  I agreed.

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Rememberance (klangst ghost au) Part 5

After all my stuff was gathered, I started walking down the street, Black Avenue.  All of the streets were organized by colors: black, red, green, yellow, and blue. The colors all stood for something, but it’s rare for anyone here to actually remember, they all just became names.  I was on the red, Lance blue, and Shiro black. This is the first time I’ve talked to him, and I’ve been here for over a month. He probably won’t be happy about this.    

“Shiro,”  I knocked loudly on his door, knowing that it would get his attention.  “Takashi!” I yelled louder, hearing footsteps from the other side of the door.  He opened the door for me, and what I saw surprised me. He was a mess, and his smell proved it.  Was this because of Lance? I wonder. Biting my lip, I waved and Shiro smiled towards me, and I swear I saw Lance.  Shiro’s smile was sad and his eyes held guilt and regret, like Lance’s.

“Keith, you’re finally here,”  He scratched the back of his neck, and motioned for me to come in.  I nodded towards him, pretending that I didn’t smell the god forbidden stench that wafted in his house.  How long has it been like this? Has he gotten used to the smell by now? I crinkle my nose in disgust and crossed my arms.

“Actually, I’ve been here for over a month.”  I watched as Shiro froze halfway while he was sitting down.  He looked up at me, a puzzled expression, but I wasn’t having it.  I crossed my arms and arched my eyebrows. “ Yeah, actually, for a while, I’ve just been having daily conversations with someone.  Oh, what’s the name..” As I pretended to think, in an obvious sarcastic manner, I stared at him intently. “Lance! Yes, that’s it.  Now, cut all of the bulshit and tell me about him, and not the stupid details either. I want to know how he died, and how you were involved.” I spoke, Shiro’s expression falling.  Just like his house, he was a mess.

“Keith please I-”

“No!”  I interrupted.  “You are not bulshitting me or giving me any excuses!  Almost everyday for the past month, I’ve been talking to him, getting to know him.  I’ve been there to comfort him as everyone forgets him. I’ve been there to keep him from being lonely, but I..”  I leaned back, my voice going quiet, losing the intensity it held previously. “I… I can’t bare to see him like that any more.  He looks so.. So sad.” I breathed out and ran a stressed and slightly shaking hand through my hair. “I can’t stand it anymore Shiro, I’ve become attached and it hurts, so bad. “  I spilled all my feelings there and then.  I knew I had to tell him everything if I wanted information from him.  However, saying all of this aloud made me feel so much worse about the situation before.  Saying it aloud made it feel more, real.  

“Oh Keith..”  Shiro whispered, tears edging the waterline of his eyes.  He shook his head and reached up to tug at his hair. “I’m so sorry, it was all my fault, I caused this.”  He cried as I stared at him, suddenly shaking more. He caused what?

“Takashi…  What did you do?”  I asked, my voice shaking like my body.  All he did was shake his head and continue to sob into his arms.  “What did you do to him?!” I yelled, my own eyes filling up with tears.  I had to keep myself under control, but I just couldn’t, I couldn’t do it.  I stormed over and roughly shoved him against the back of the couch so he would look at me, his red eyes meeting my own blurry ones.  “What. The. Hell. Did you do to Lance?” I demanded, sucking in a soft breath. Shiro looked straight into my eyes, and he let himself go limp;  he stopped fighting.

“I,”  he sucked in a breath and averted his gaze to his arm, “I’m the reason he killed himself.”

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Can't you tell I absolutely love cliffhangers? Tell me what you think Shiro did!

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Rememberance (klangst ghost au) Part 4

That one interaction is how it all started.  Lance started visiting more often, but everytime he left he came back with more guilt and regret in his eyes.  It was a usual thing for us now; I’d be sitting on the bench and he’d quietly sit next to me. For a while we wouldn’t speak, we’d just sit there and enjoy each other’s presence.  We’d sit, our shoulders touching very very slightly, maybe as a comfort for him because he knew I could feel him physically. He’d bump my shoulder, my thigh, or my hip, and I’d bump him back.  Reassurance. He wanted reassurance, but so did I. I wanted to feel him, I wanted to know he was there. I didn’t want to lose him.    

    As stupid as it may sound, I’ve grown attached to the taller male.  I’ve grown content sitting here with him and sharing information about ourselves, even if it’s the smallest of things.  “Hey,” Lance spoke softly and I hummed, “do you think they’ll all forget me? That one day I’ll be nothing to them then just some stranger?”  He asked, and my brows furrowed. We talk, but never this personal.  “I know that I shouldn’t expect them to remember, god do I know, but I don’t..”  He choked and I leaned more against him, a new comfort between us. “I don’t want to be alone…  I don’t want everyone to forget me and leave!” His voice held a passion, but it was a passion of sadness, of pain.  I didn’t know what to say to him. However I knew what he wanted to hear. Could I really make a promise like that? Did I want to risk it like that?

    I grabbed Lance’s hand for the first time.  His skin was soft and smooth, and it probably was before death.  There was a slight weight, but not much, just enough for me to feel it.  

“I’m not going to forget you.”  I spoke lowly, not even sure if he could hear me.  But when I spoke I wasn’t sure if it was to reassure him, or me.  Maybe I’ve gotten too attached to him. Was that stupid of me? Probably, but did I care?  No. He, even if dead, is a person and I wasn’t going to let myself forget him. “I know what it’s like, to be lonely and to be forgotten,”  I shared, squeezing his tanned hand, which seems to get paler every day, “and I hate it. It’s awful, so I won’t let you be alone. I won’t forget you.  I won’t leave you.” I looked over to Lance, the smallest of smiles on my face, but sincere. His blue ocean eyes were watery and red, but even then he smiled back at me. “I won’t leave you, if you promise to not leave me.”

    Lance started laughing and nodding, tears running down his face, and ugly sobs leaving his mouth.  He was a mess, but even still I didn’t care. I didn’t care that he was a mess or dead when he flung himself at me, wrapping his arms around me.  Comfort, a new form. What I said, my promise, I am going to keep it as long as he keeps his. I’m not sure how it works, him leaving, but it seems involuntary, except for sometimes.  “I won’t,” he paused for a laugh, his tone still sad but there was a new joy to it. Me. “I promise I won’t leave you,” He spoke, but I knew it was unpreventable; spirits can leave once they get closer, or once they finish what they started, and I planned on helping him.  I couldn’t stand seeing that pained expression on his face every time he came back. I couldn’t stand it, it doesn’t suit him.

    I softly rubbed his back, noticing that his body was fading out.  “You’ll be back tomorrow?” I asked, his grip tightening against me.  “If you’ll be back, I’ll be back.” He remained silent, but I could feel him nod as he pulled back.  He left a hand on my shoulder, and my arms didn’t leave his waist just yet. He smiles at me, a contagious smile, and this time I allowed my smile to show.

    “Of course,”  he spoke, his eyes glistening like the ocean when the sun hit it just right, “I promised didn’t I?  I don’t intend to break that promise.” Another promise, but this one was true. I knew he didn’t want to leave, he wanted to stay here with me and everyone else, but everyday I can’t help but notice that his body fades out more and more, and one day he’ll fade out completely and disappear.  Even his touch is getting lighter, softer, as if it’s barely there, like air. However, I nodded at him, and watched for what seemed to be the hundredth time, leave. He vanished in thin air, a happy smile on his face, and it warmed my heart.

    I’ve grown too attached to him, but I don’t think I care.

Day 23:  He’s leaving me, sooner than I want.  I don’t want him to go, but I can’t control that.  We had a serious talk today, he fears loneliness and being forgotten.  His eyes reminded me of the ocean, so blue, so so deep… He has secrets, and I have a feeling I won’t get them from him.

I knew that when he leaves for good, it would be for the best, but  nothing would be the same, for everyone. For me. I wanted to find out more about him, but I never intended to get attached to him.  “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, idiot.” I whispered, packing up my stuff. I think It is finally time that I talk to Shiro. He is involved, and I need to know how.

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Lance's dad, insecurities, Keith, bisexuality, and the binding moment

What if, the reason we dont have cannon Klance yet is because of Lance's dad?

Okay its just a thought, but still. In season 5, Lance named off his family, and he didn't mention his dad, so something happened; divorce, death, abuse, abandonment... Disown?

And going back to the comic Lance admitted ro having his heart broken many times. What if his dad eas his first heart break?

What if Lance came out to his dad as bisexual, only to be disowned, abused, or for his dad to leave?

And now, because if that Lance wasn't stable enough to recognize his and Keith's bonding moment as an actual thing, because he has a big gay crush on Keith but he doeant want it to be real.

Now adding in Allura, because he is in love with her, he could be forcing himself to. She is the only female there really (besides Pidge, but she's like a sister), and he doesn't want to disappoint anyone else because he loves men as well.

Think, why did they tell us that Lance was bisexual, but not mention any one else's sexuality (yet)? It has to have some meaning behind it, like when they low-key slipped in the fact that he doesn't have a dad.

I mean, those 2 facts could be irrelevant to the whole plot and shit but,, what if its not?

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Gordon Ramsay yelling at people is my actual kink

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Critisism

Who likes the Rememberance story that I'm posting? I have it completely finished, but in spacing out my updates. Is it worth posting?

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Rememberance (klangst ghost au) Part 3

I have been lonely before, I was lonely all my life practically.  If it weren’t for my brother- who wasn’t even my real brother- I’d have absolutely no one;  no parents, no siblings, no friends, no one. Is that how Lance feels? Lonely? Like he has no one?  Does he grieve the day that everyone forgets him completely? Does he cry wherever he goes when disappearing?  Does he cry and curse his reason for death? I sat on the bench again, but this time I knew I wasn’t alone. Even without seeing him, I could feel the overwhelming aura of sadness from him.

       “Have you lived here long?”  I asked, surprising both him and myself.  I didn’t want to know more for his sake, but I craved the knowledge at the same time.  I saw him look over from the corner of my eye, his blue eyes wide, and slightly glazed over.  I wasn’t used to him being so quiet, it unsettled me.

      “Yeah, my whole life.”  He said, flinching towards the end, making me instantly regret asking him.  He’s dead yes, but he still feels emotions. I regret speaking immediately, but I couldn’t take it back.  I didn’t know how to interact with him, really. But I wanted to.

    “Tell me about yourself. You’re the only person I don’t know here.”  Lance spoke, wonder in his tone. I glanced over and clamped my fingers together.

    “I’ll tell you about me if you tell me about you.”  I spoke, watching as a grin stretched on his lips. And once more, I wanted to smile just by seeing him smile, but I forced that urge away, still not meeting his eyes.  There was so much I wanted to know about him, so if he learns about me, I might as well benefit from this too.

    “Great!”  Lance hummed chiperly, but still, there was that small hint of sadness.  It bothered me, but I don’t know why. I don’t know why I cared. I just do.  “Well, the name’s Lance, Lance McClain,” I watched as he held out his hand, persuimley for a handshake I suppose, in which I returned.  Surprisingly, my hand didn’t knock through his like I thought; instead, I got a steady grip on his hand, and shook it twice. His hand was soft and light, almost like what I’d imagine a cloud to feel like; like cotton candy.  However, his hand wasn’t warm, but it wasn’t cold either. It felt like it didn’t have a temperature at all. Going off of the look on Lance’s face though, he didn’t care, he was just ecstatic that someone could touch him, like he was real, and there.  “I’ve lived here all my life.” He stated, recapping what I already knew from the first time we talked. “I came from a big family: There was my mom, my abuela, my two brothers, Marco and Luis, my sister Veronica, and then me. I am- was- I was a middle child.”

    I watched Lance correct himself, pain evident on his features.  I felt sorry for him, I felt the need to comfort him, but I don’t know how to.  I was never a good people person after all. Hell, I lived in a shack in the dessert by myself for years, not a single person around for company.  He looked pained by what he said, and for some reason it hurt me, which is why I lightly tapped my thigh and started talking, to get his mind off of what he used to have when he was alive.

    “That sounds nice,”  I replied softly, staring up at the blue sky that was tainted with soft white clouds.  They reminded me of his eyes. “I was an only child, or that’s what I knew.” It hurt to remember the past, but since Lance had to live in the past everyday, then I could at least dable in the memories for now.

    “I thought that Shiro was your brother?”  Just the name seemed to bother him. I need to know why.

    “Adopted brother.  I was adopted. My mother abandoned me when I was young, I can’t even remember her face now, and my father died in prison after being arrested.”   My eyes narrowed as I spoke, but I knew that if I wanted to know more about him, I’d need to gain his trust, and I, I really wanted to know. “I bounced from foster home to foster home, but no one wanted me.  Until the Shiroganes’ that is. They adopted me, and so Shiro became my adopted brother.” I explained, him offering a small smile in return of understanding. Lance placed a feathery hand on my shoulder as a form of comfort I could only assume.  Was it for me or him? I could just barely feel it, but I leaned into the touch anyways, to give him the satisfaction of knowing that I could feel him.  That he is still here, and real.  In a sort I suppose.

    “I’m sorry,”  Lance hesitated for a moment before he pulled his hand off of my shoulder, a faint feeling lingering on the spot where he touched.  It almost made me smile, “i’m sure it wasn’t your fault though; you were only a kid.” I gazed over at Lance, the two of us locking gazes.  His held sympathy and kindness, along with that look of regret and immense sadness. I want to get rid of that, but how could I? Could I even help him?  Is what I’m doing all for nothing? I cast my gaze over to the small pond that was a few feet away. “Louis, Marco, and Veronica. Those are my siblings.”  Lance spoke, catching my attention once more. “I lived with them, my mama, abuela, nieces, and nephews. We all shared the house at the end of that road,” I looked over, following his arm, to see where he was pointing.  Blue Avenue. “Well… I used to live their…”  He strained painfully, laughing sadly.  His arm dropped to his side and I had the urge to grab his hand and comfort him, but before he could he was gone, a faint whisper in the air: :  “I miss them, I miss them so much”.

    With his spot empty, and the air quiet, I pulled out my notebook once more.

Day 2:  He has 2 brothers, Louis and Marco, and a sister Veronica.  He lived with them, his mom, grandma, nieces, and nephews. At the last house on Blue Avenue.  Shiro. Shiro is involved somehow. But how? He regrets something, what is it?

…. How did he die?  Murder? Illness?

    I sighed and shut the book, it dropping on my lap adding a new weight.  How much longer until I can find out what I want to learn? How much longer until I start forgetting him like everyone else in this town?  Biting my lip in determination I stood. I was going to confront Shiro, but not now… I want to learn the most I can from Lance.

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Rememberance (Klangst ghost au) Part 2

“Hi,”  spoke a voice that was all too familiar, but instead of replying, I froze.  I didn’t let my eyes trail over to the body sitting next to me. “Are you new here? I only recently started seeing you a few weeks ago.  Did you move here from somewhere or something? I think I would've noticed that old timey mullet before.” Although I refused to answer him, he continued to talk.  It would of been annoying if his voice didn’t sound so smooth, like honey or such. I didn’t want to believe what was happening. Out of all times, why now? Why is he talking to me now?  “Hey, I know you can hear me,” he said, a slight pout to his voice, which only made me want to look over more, “you can hear me... right?” He asked finally, his voice quiet and sad. He wanted to be noticed, he wanted to be remembered…  If no one could do that for him, then I’d have to.

    “I can hear you plenty.”  I responded briefly, finally allowing my gaze to shift to him.  My heart leapt at the sight on which I saw. I genuinely happy smile stretched along his lips, showing his straight white teeth. Were they naturally that nice, or do they only look that nice because he’s dead?

“So you were ignoring me, huh?   That’s awfully rude of you.” Even with the pout evident in his voice, he still smiled brightly, and it almost made me want to smile back at him.  Of course I didn’t though. “So, did you move here from somewhere? I think I’d know you if you lived here longer.” He replied, leaning towards me, only giving more view to his face.  Even when slightly see-through, I could spot the faint freckles dotting his carmel skin, some being lighter than his skin color, and some being darker. It was a beautiful mix, along with his ocean eyes that danced with life even while dead.  They shined brightly, multiple shades of blue swirling together to form one, the the sky or the ocean, or maybe where they connect. I couldn’t tell.

“I moved here a few weeks ago from a larger town a few states over.”  I replied, looking down at my feet. I couldn’t hold his gaze any longer;  it was so intense with swirling emotions like tornadoes. I couldn’t bare to look at them any longer, it pained me to.  Lance smiled wider at me, and leaned so his back was against the bench. “I came here for family,” I continued, already knowing that he wanted to know further.  You can learn a lot about someone by observing. “my brother, Takashi.” I finished in a hushed response, feeling slightly overwhelmed. It was like my mind and my heart were fighting each other, as if they were at war.  I wanted to know more, but I shouldn’t, for his sake. I tried so hard for so long to keep my distance, to only learn the simplicities, so why now?

“Takashi?  You’re Shiro’s brother?!”  I looked over in surprise, even though I know I shouldn’t be.

“You know him?”  I asked. With a hum and curt nod of his head, Lance leaned forward and softly brushed his hand against the floor below us.  

“Of course, everyone here knows your brother. He’s the one that f-”  Lance cut himself off, and stopped talking. The silence surprised me, and I looked over, only to find the spot empty.  He was gone.

I sighed softly and leaned my head back, eyes closed.  He’ll be back, but I refuse to be like everyone else. I have to be different, and so I pulled out a small notebook.  

Day 1:  Lance talked to me.  He knows Shiro- is it a touchy subject?  Shiro is the one who- what?

I shut the book, pen still inside, and i held it protectively in my arms.  

This way, I will never lose any memory of him.  He doesn’t deserve to be forgotten, no matter what happened to him when he was alive.

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Rememberance- Klangst Ghost au Part 1

It was like this everyday:  he was there, and then he wasn’t.  Everyone saw him, and then everyone seemed to forget him after he left.  It was like they were all stuck in some weird magic time loop or something, heck if I knew.  But I, I never forgot him. I saw him leave, time after time, and I saw him come back, time after time, and each and every time I saw that look on his face;  that look of hurt and sadness. Everytime he came back, with a sliver of hope that everyone would remember him, they never do. Except I, but he doesn’t know.  He doesn’t know that I watch from the sidelines as his face falls and eyes dim.

    I wasn’t like them, and I never wanted to be, so I never interacted with him.  I knew he was different the first time we all started seeing him, the way his body was sheer, like certains, and the way he fades out near his feet, so it appears that he is floating, even though he isn’t.  Or is he? I’m not sure. I’d ask, but I don’t want to forget: I have a theory you see, and that theory is that, whenever you interact with him, you forget him. I’m the only one in this small town of ours that hasn’t interacted with him, but I am also the only one here that was from a different place.  Maybe it’s because of that? Maybe I can remember him because I only moved here a few weeks ago? I can’t be to sure, but what I am sure of is that I don’t want to forget him. As silly as it is, even when I haven’t talked to him, I liked to watch him from a distance; I liked to watch as he interacted with the others here.  It was weird, to me at least: they all treated him like family, like they knew him forever, even if they keep forgetting him, each and every time getting worse and worse, and worse. It was like they knew him, but every time he comes back after days of being gone, they forget him even more. I wish I knew.

    However, alike every day, I watched as he bounced around, his mess of brown hair moving slightly, as he talked to others.  He looked like a normal person, well besides the obvious fact that he doesn’t have a solid figure. He looked like a normal, teenage boy, around 16 or 17 if I’d have to guess. I’ll just have to write that down on the list of things that I’ll never get to ask him.  If the memory of him was so dear to him, then I’d never gain any of him to lose, and that way, I wouldn’t forget him. I wouldn’t forget him, because I do not have anything to forget. Personal stuff that is; I already know the simplicities however, from overhearing the others around here.  It seemed to be that his name was Lance, an uncommon name around here, but a lovely one at that. It fit him, or that’s what I’d like to believe at least. He was tall and really skinny, lanky even, and his skin was a soft bronze, like caramel. He was handsome, to say the least, which only made me want to approach him more, but I refused to do such thing.  No matter how much I desired to, I couldn’t, I wouldn’t, not willingly at least.

    Sometimes, I’d like to count the days he’d be gone, and count the days he’d stay here.  It varied every time; depending on what, I don’t know. Why he came here, I also don’t know.  My best guess would be that he died here, and before that he grew up here, so he was attached to the small town.  It was only logical, and that’s the only thing I had to go off of right now, and so, I sat back on the bench where I sat everyday he was here, and I watched.  I listened to him interact with everyone, and how they reacted to him. What happened to him?

    I ask myself this over and over and over, hoping that suddenly, I’ll know, but it doesn’t work that way.  It never does. My desire doesn’t overcome me, but it does overcome my thoughts, witch only make me more and more curious.  I feel like a child, even when I am 17. I could feel the curiosity overwhelm me. I wanted answers, but I couldn’t have them and I knew that; it was my own rule anyways.  Today was just going to be like every other day, or so it seemed.

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OoF

@me portraying all my problems onto Lance because I hate myself ;')

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One Night Stand (langst?)

Imagine: Lance has a lot of one night stands, and he leaves before the other wakes up, not because he's a douche, but because he's afraid of commitment. He's afraid of having someone only to lose them, so he doesn't stay longer so that won't happen. He doesn't want to form a relationship with them. He wants no emotion.

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Keith angst drawing. Should I post more of my art?

(Click for better quality)

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Speechless (LotorxLance[Langst])

You said you wanted me. You said you needed me, the. You said, you'd never be the same without me.

Where did that go?

Were they all lies?

All those soft smiles, sparkling gazes, stomach twisting kisses, warm embraces

Were

Lies- Lies Lies Lies

I thought- we, you, I

I loved the

You loved thy- loved

It was feighned, and act. Gentle embraces and soft kisses to cover harsh words

Reality.

Reality was an aspect to me, a thing, something unreal.

I wasn't living in reality. I thought I was, I thought YOU were my reality. But

You were untouchable. Even when centimeters away, when I could reach forward and brush hair out of your face, you were untouchable.

If not touched with the gentlest of finger brushes, you'd shatter. But

That was me.

You were a rock, immovable, hard, and unlovable. Not exactly. I loved you- [you?]

But now, is I lie strapped against a wall, my hands high above me and legs low below me, neither able to be seen with my head forced forward. I watched you

You

And her

I thought I loved the and you loved thy but I loved a fake reality and you loved the, not me, thy, why? Why wasn't I the or thy, or him... Or me?

Cuando te observé, mi amor, tu sombra bajo tu acto, y tu, tu, estoy mudo.

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A little langst, also revolving around cheating. Pretty much, Lance fell in love with Lotor, or Lotor's act, and Lance was kidnapped by Haggar who in tern is showing him Lotor and Allura. It was planned from the beginning with Haggar and Lotor, that he would trick all of them, and break them, or at least one of them, and that one would be Lance.