So that's where the raccoons came from! Hello! Itâs Voi, your friendly neighborhood void here to stare back at you she/her Mostly Voltron:Legendary Defender and Undertale, maybe some original content
Once again wanting to try something. This is incredibly stupid and a wild stretch, but hey, thatâs the readerâs problem now!
Read through the following statements, if youâd please:
âIâm hot as hellâ
âI can bring the heat like no one elseâ
âIâve got the required span for the jobâ
Now, dear reader, can you see these as a cocky flirtâs bad one-liners, a dragon making shitty dragon-puns, or both? Remember, this is for fanfiction research purposes, so please take this very serious and scientific research very seriously and scientifically
Manifesting that Iâll actually finish (/start tbh) the Latte fic Iâve had brewing (*trapdoor creaks threateningly*) for literally 8 years this year.
2025, the year of our Lord Latte. In other words, if you think about it, the Master Brew-
While I donât personally love Allurance as a romantic couple, Allurance as a power friendship is fucking outstanding. No notes (yes notes, as in the essay I could write on the subject, but I digress).
Random thought that hit me today. The power of their friendship transcends animation and enters my mind
You know, sometimes I want to go on to do something world changing, become really famous for something, and sometimes I want to escape to the woods and create a secret aviary where I take care of my birds and act mysterious. Also have the best trick or treating set up, like a super sick haunted house set up with all king size candy bars. Going to make the neighbors (distant) jealous with my sick ass Halloween get up. But also they can trick or treat, too, fuck adults not being allowed to trick or treat. This post was supposed to be about pigeons.
New fic out on AO3! Donât want to say too much and spoil things, so Iâll let this blurb speak for me:
If Lance had any idea his normal day would turn into a night trip at a long since abandoned cemetery, he would have changed his shoes. While he absolutely loved his vans, they did nothing to stop the slew of mud across his ankles, and after enough slimy steps, across the soles of his socks and feet.
Heâs careful not to step into too many mud puddles, headlamp lighting up as much as the overgrown ground as it could, but given the cemetery was half swamp at this point, it was fruitless. Years of no visitors and no maintenance led to the church in the corner of the property to crumble. With that, however, it built half of a wall in front of the only escape for any rainwater. Water built up, with no maintenance plants built up, and now Lance was having as much luck safely getting through this cemetery as a cat trying to fight its reflection.
âThis is so not worth it,â he mumbled under his breath, carefully placing his foot behind a gravestone so as to not slide through the massive brown puddle (half a pond, at this point with how far it stretched across this row of stones) in front of it. Sure, heâd do near anything for evidence, but maybe he should have come during the day.
âMaybe Pidge and Hunk are right,â Lance sighs, preparing to make his next step as his foot finally finds a safe spot. He can imagine his best friendsâ faces falling as he grabbed the latest tip from Pidgeâs printer and booked it out of her front door. No preparation or care for the sinking sun, just a mad dash to his car to look for any hint ofâŠ
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For more, check out the link below or go directly to my AO3 page in the pinned post!
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IT IS LIVE! Shiro's cooking can be found on my AO3, which is linked above! Below is a small snippet of it. Enjoy!
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Let it be known: Shiro has plenty of talent.Â
He can speak three languages (yes, Klingon counts), help lead a group of chaotic teens into becoming the universeâs heroes, fight with one arm tiedâŠwell, one arm, and is one of the rare few with the talent of waking a sleeping Holt (Pidge and Matt are demons in the morning).
So what if this one, little, itty-bitty thing he wasnât so good at?
âJust keep reminding yourself, Shiro. Youâre plenty talented,â he says to himself as he watches the smoke of what used to be an egg rise above the stove and seemingly head directly into the smoke detector.Â
As the fire alarm goes off for the third time this month, Shiro just sighs and sits down on the floor to wait for the fire department to arrive.Â
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âDo we need to ban you from the kitchen again?â
Shiro blindly smacks his flesh arm around until it hits Adam. He smiles from where his head is leaned against their dining room table.Â
Ha! Gottem.
His fiance just snorts.
âFeel accomplished?â
âVery,â Shiro responds, finally lifting his head. Adam raises one nearly perfectly groomed eyebrow, waiting for Shiro to respond to his question. Said eyebrow would be finished had Adam not had to stop to see whether this alarm was real. Personally, Shiro thinks the situation explains itself, but Adam would never let it slide now that his self-care time is being eaten into.
â...I tried making an egg againâŠâ
âSo thatâs what it was.â
âAddaaammm,â Shiro whines, leaning onto Adamâs shoulder and nearly sending them both to the ground.Â
âTakashi, this is on you. You know you canât cook for shit. Why do you keep on trying?â
âIâm not that bad!â
Adam raises his other eyebrow this time. He actually had time to finish that one.
âI just sent the fire department away with cookies as a thank you for the holiday card they sent us. We know them so well they send us holiday cards, Takashi.â
âMaybe Daryl and Samantha are just nice people!â
âWe know them all by name!â
Shiro sighs and closes his eyes. He lets himself be a lump as Adam struggles to move him so he can wrap an arm around Shiro. He isnât letting the âyouâre shit at itâ comment go so quickly.
âMaybe we can get you lessons?â
âWe tried that. Now Iâm banned from most places that offer classes, Hunk has me permanently banned from his kitchen, the Atlas kitchen, and the Garrison kitchen, and word got to the Holts so Iâm banned from their kitchen on principle.â
Adam whistles.
âThatâsâŠkind of impressive.â
âAdaamm-â
Adam shoves a hand over Shiroâs mouth before he can start whining again.Â
âNope. You have to admit it, Takashi. This is just the one thing youâre not good at, and thatâs okay. Thatâs what you have me around for,â Adam says, pressing a kiss to Shiroâs forehead.Â
His words lift some of the weight off Shiroâs shoulders. He nods and lets himself relax.Â
âYouâre right.â
âI usually am.â
Shiro pinches Adamâs side, making the tan man yelp and jerk to the side.Â
âWoo-AH!â
Shiro tries to hold onto the table, but itâs too late. Adamâs chair tips over, and with his arm still around Shiro, he drags him down, too. Collapsing in a pile, Shiro feels the wind fly out of him.Â
They both take a moment to catch their breath, as given Adamâs weezing, the wind was knocked from him, too.Â
âYou canât even sit near the kitchen without something going wrong,â Adam finally says after a few moments of silence.Â
