The Second Week Of Voltron Positivity Month Is Here!

Concept art from Ch 17!

IT’S FINALLY HERE!

So sorry for the huge gape in between chapters, but college applications aren’t easy. 

Still, thank you all so much for sticking around this long and I hope you enjoy this new chapter!

With love,

Potentiala

p.s - Just wanted to tag these wonderful people that I’ve kept waiting for so long: @galacticlee @olkarianprincess @lotidge @strugglingtoast @januarycarnation @jadeisonblade @ana3245 @fairy-amy @coffee-your-teapot @insaneworld21 @thegreatandpowerfulcozz @fluffiestdork @hessonite-angel-art @landing-amongst-the-planets @thechocolateobssessed-blog-blog @freckledporcelaindoll and  @risingpheonix527

GM Moodboard 9 - Chapter 11: Even Before We Got To Touch

“ The image broke her in some vital way. Shattered what little remained of her resolve. Werual kicked her in the stomach with his good leg. Yanking her back to her feet with his remaining arm without so much as an ounce of resistance. Sifair's candlelight eyes burning against the bloodied dirt floor underneath her.

Her son.

Her laughing baby boy she had to leave. What would her kit think? If he saw just how vicious a creature his mother was? He would have the same look in his eyes, wouldn't he? He'd be that terrified of her, right? Sifair tried to look back at the child she had freighted. To apologize. To beg forgiveness.

To comfort.”

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Chapter Song: Hamilton - Stay Alive (Reprise)

Angsty Kuron/Pidge - Part 2 (Warning! Slightly NSFW)

Pidge Ship Week: Bonus Day 8 - Free Day

Which means that I gotta do some good ole fashioned Smutty Angst.

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He knew he shouldn’t be doing this.

He knew he shouldn’t be this close to her. His mind screamed at him to stop. Begged him to not do anything stupid.

Anything like this.

Anything that consisted of holding Pidge in his arms. HIS arms that is, not Shiro’s, where she THOUGHT she was. Anything that included pressing their lips together. Or following her to her room. But it was easy to do these things to her.

Heartbreakingly easily.

She let him in her heart with little resistance. So trusting, it made him sick and, at the same time, dizzy with glee. But…the hard part was convincing HIMSELF that the one she wanted was HIM, not the man he looked like. 

That she wanted him, Kuron.

That the one who was supposed to feel the thin legs wrapped around his waist was actually HIM and not Shiro. The one who she wanted in her bed was HIM. HE was the one Pidge loved.

Not Shiro.

It was cruel to think otherwise. So Kuron chose to lose himself in her, in his lies. To lose himself in the way they dove down on her bed. In the way they moved together. 

In the way the little woman before him peeled off her baggy shirt. Pale, freckled skin bare for him to see. Smiling against the vibrant blush on her face. Gold eyes shimmering in such a way that seemed to beg him to touch her. 

He had to lie to himself then, that she loved him as he ran his hands along her skin. But God…did he love HER.

“Pidge.” Was all he could pant out as he rocked against her wet warmth. Hours, maybe minutes later. Naked in every way except the truth. His head buried in her hair. His voice practically BREAKING with need. Hands holding onto her like dying life.

“Oh God…Please…” Let him drown in her. Let him forget. Let him break and crumble underneath her gentle touch.

Let him be real in Pidge’s arms.

Let him fool himself in thinking that the one she was so eager to have between her legs was HIM. Let him lie to himself and say that the one she wanted in her bed was HIM. That the hands she wanted touching her chest were HIS.

Not Shiro’s.

She cried out, blunt nails scraping down his back. Catching on fabricated scars. Legs tightening around him. Shuddering and sobbing. And he tried not to think about how he deserved so much more pain for the lies he told her. For what they were doing right now.

She clung to him.

Kissed him.

Moved with him.

He didn’t last much longer after that. And, for once, he wasn’t riddled with guilt. Everything was just bliss. White-hot and gold. Everything was just her.

Pidge.

“I love you. I love you. I love you.” Even his whimpers were broken as he pressed kisses onto her neck, bare chest, and soft lips. Secretly, Kuron was happy. Ecstatic. 

She was HIS now.

Not Shiro’s. Not Lotor’s. HIS. He finally had something to his name, something he could hold on to…

She smiled at him.

Skin slick with sweat. Glowing brighter than a candle. Bangs clumping against a damp forehead. She was a mess in his arms.

She was the most beautiful thing he ever saw.

“I love you to.” There, that look in her golden eyes. That’s what broke him. With her hands on his face, its what made him dive down to claim her lips once more.

It’s what made him forget.

Forget who he was. What they just did. He felt real. He felt like a normal, actual human wrapped in the arms of the woman he loved. God, if there even WAS one, let him stay like this. With her. With her love in his artificial heart. Let him be human with her. Their lips slotted together, messy and lazy.

Happy.

“Shiro…” Pidge breathed softly as her hands rubbed the red welts she left on his scar-riddled back. He stilled. Something vital draining out of him.

He broke.

Make no mistake, Kuron didn’t facially react. He just stared at the small, smiling woman below him. With the golden eyes soft with love. With the honey-hued hair sprawled all around her pillow. He traced the line of her bare shoulder.

His heart bleeding.

He should’ve known. Should’ve recognized that he could never be happy. Not when Shiro was all Pidge could see. Not when he wasn’t human in the way that mattered. Who was he kidding? She could never want HIM. She could never belong to HIM, despite what they just did. 

Shiro still in her heart.

But for a second, a moment that will always haunt him, he had believed she had loved HIM, wanted HIM. Kuron looked down at the woman he loved. Who didn’t love him, not truly.

Not knowing whether to kiss her or kill her.

Deepika and Ranveer through the ages.

wow! there’s so many more of y’all now.

hi!

consider this a reminder that requests for web weaves and comparatives are currently open! i’m running a bit low on inspo atm, so i’d appreciate your thoughts.

Have you considered...

The first time Pidge and Lotor square off she calls him ‘Pretty Boy.’

Cue Lotor’s brain momentarily short-circuiting long enough for PIdge to land a sick left hook across his face. 

Cue Lotor wanted to die as he see Pidge flash that smug, triumphant smile we all know and love.

Cue Lotor becoming instantly WHIPPED for the Green Paladin of Voltron.  

, Rest in Frickin' Pieces Lotor…

Ay, my first BSD fic! 

I edited the first chapter in about 3 hours, coughed up blood, saw God twice, and laughed. Enjoy!

by potentiala

The idea of beauty is an awkward topic for anyone, especially if one believes they do not posses it. And Atsushi Nakajima has spent 18 bloody, hurtful years believing just as much.

After all, who could find such a Beast Beneath the Moonlight beautiful?

But then they’re chosen to aid another agency with their modeling campaign, and everything they’ve told themselves seems to shift, blur, and refocus once more.

[Or, Atsushi gains some well-deserved confidence, Dazai’s jealously makes him an honest man for once, and a group of witches hunt down some colonizers.]

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(title taken from a FKA twigs song)

Words: , Chapters: 1/8, Language: English

Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: Multi, Other

Characters: Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Akutagawa Ryuunosuke (Bungou Stray Dogs), Kunikida Doppo (Bungou Stray Dogs), Yosano Akiko (Bungou Stray Dogs), Izumi Kyouka (Bungou Stray Dogs), Mori Ougai (Bungou Stray Dogs), Fukuzawa Yukichi (Bungou Stray Dogs), Agatha Christie (Bungou Stray Dogs), Armed Detective Agency (Bungou Stray Dogs) Ensemble, Port Mafia Ensemble (Bungou Stray Dogs), Order of the Clock Tower (Bungou Stray Dogs) Ensemble

Relationships: Dazai Osamu/Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakahara Chuuya/Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs), Akutagawa Ryuunosuke/Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs)

Additional Tags: Dazushi/Dazatsu is endgame, Model!AU, kind of, Lots of OCs and an OC organization, Jealousy, Possessive Behavior, because lord knows im a slut for it, and, Pining, Mutual Pining, Nonbinary Character, Witches, Feral beautiful women hunting straight white men/colonizers, Cultural Differences, Self Confidence Issues, Mental Health Issues, Dazai-Typical Suicide References (Bungou Stray Dogs), Human Trafficking, Characters are also getting FED in this bc almost everyone in BSD is a twig, Mythology References

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