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

Fly, Fly Away From Me (Angsty!Lotidge)

For @lotidge and @olkarianprincess because gosh darn it I should be studying.

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Lotor had never cared for birds. Small, stupid little things that never seemed to avoid such blatant decoys. Be it plastic or stuffed bait, birds would fall upon them. Thinking them family. She reminded him of a bird in that sense. Small and quick, yes. But stupid? Not at all. The Green Paladin of Voltron was a force to be reckoned with. Her intellect deadlier than any weapon she could ever wield. But that's not why she reminded the Galran Prince of a bird. Oh no. It was that undying kinship. Lotor had stumbled upon her searches for a man he could only assume was her brother. It was that near-reckless willingness to find him that reminded Lotor of a bird. A bird that could be caught. The Galran Prince had simply manipulated the data she would find to lead her into a trap. So eager she was! Disregarding her teammates warnings. Flying straight into the fire. And the sight of the Green Lion being shot out the sky should've...fulfilled Lotor in some vital way. But it didn't. The Lion fell from the sky. Crashing unto the land. Like a fallen star. A dead, decaying creature that was once full of life. Naturally, Lotor tracked the metal carcass down to make sure the Green Paladin was captured and secured. Alive. He had wanted her alive. He had wanted to hear that bird-like heartbeat slamming against her rib cage as he closed upon her. He had wanted to see the fear in her eyes. Not this. Not the lower half of her small body pinned down under the Lion's control panel. Bones, nerves, muscle all flattened and crushed to a pulp. Not the tree branch skewering her stomach. Bile and blood at war with each other underneath Lotor's boots. Alive. He had wanted her alive. He wanted her blood pumping and heart hammering. He didn't want this. He didn't want her head at that angle. Looking up at him in such a way that made it oblivious that her last moments had been far from peaceful. Gold eyes dull with Death. An arm outstretched. But to reached what? It took Lotor some time, but he found it. A ways away from the wreckage of the Green Lion. A small, seemingly insignificant thing really. A photo. One with a girl and boy. The boy Lotor instantly recognized as the rebel he had baited the Green Paladin with. But the girl? She was lovely. Willowy and small, beaming in the burnt, bloody photo. Hair long and beautiful. Gold eyes shining. Lotor's legs gave out as he went back to the Green Paladin's corpse. The realization taking a hold of him feeling not unlike drowning in fire. This mangles corpse. This small woman. This enemy to his empire. She had once been this girl. She had once been a beautiful creature with the promise of the future in her eyes and a body barely strong enough to cling to her brother properly. Lotor looked toward the corpse. And understood. He finally understood birds. With they're yearning to be with those they love, they're willing to risk it all. If only they can get a last embrace, a last spot of warmth. Only to be struck to the ground. But even bloody and broken, birds still cry. Cry for their kin, not knowing their fake, but still HOPING. Lotor looked at the bloodied woman. And wanted to cry. Birds! Stupid, stupid beautiful birds. He looked to the woman who had died in agony but still yearned for her brother more than anything, and all Lotor could do was clench his eyes shut and look away. Maybe he had been wrong about this woman. She wasn't as smart as he gave her credit for. No, no. This girl truly was a stupid bird. Caught up in a lions' game.

This Grief Like Fire - lio fotia web weave (promare)

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I’m hosting a contest!

In honor of coming up on 100 followers, I’m hosting a contest for all my followers. Both here and on Instagram. The rules and details are as follows.

Rules:

Must be following (here or on Instagram)

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You can pick any post that features my OCs/Muses to re-draw in your own way. 

Work can be digital or traditional.

Color or no Color.

Lineart or Sketch

Criteria:

Interpretation

How you se this character?

Individual 

I’d love to see you own interpretation!

The time to summit is about one month. Starting from today (10/20) to 11/15 10:00 Pacific Standard Time. An now...on to the Prizes!

Prizes (no NSFW or Gore, sorry):

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Full-Body Commission.

Lineart and color.

Any Character.

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Hips-up Commission.

Lineart and color.

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Shoulders-up Commission.

Lineart and color.

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I’m so excited and very thankful for this opportunity. I’m looking forward to your submissions and I'm still in shock over just how many people actually follow for my weird content.

But thank you all so much, and I look forward to giving back for your support!

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“Our lives are so hopelessly entangled in the choices of others, we can never have full control over our destiny or fate or purpose or whatever you want to call it. The choices we make define us, of course, but so do the choices of everyone around us whether we know them or not. ” - David Brown

This quote really goes well with what I have planned. With one choice the Voltron we knew changed.

● The Galra Guard never chose Matt instead Shiro. Matt and Shiro were never separated

● Keith didn’t drop out of the Academy and stayed to investigate inside what happened to Shiro.

● Lance was never in Keith’s class. Only knew about him from gossip and when he entered the academy

● Katie never entered the Academy since her mom needed her more but that didn’t stop her from finding the truth.

● Everything in Canon follows Shiro and Matt escape together, meet the academy gang who saved them, find the blue lion and meet Allura.

● Matt does not want to be a Paladin since he’s not over what the Galra did to him and that he just wants to go home. But he stays to find his father and when he does he’ll leave.

● Tension between Keith and Matt since Matt is valuing his father more then the mission.

Now Katie.

● News hit that 3 students went missing at the Garrison Hunk, Lance, and Keith. She investigates it and she finds videos of Shiro and Matt and the missing students escaping from the Garrison. Along with Shiro screaming Voltron.

● Katie still made that machine from ep1.

● Garrison still has the Galra ship and She decides she has to see what’s inside and see if she can get anything out of it.

● She tells her mom everything and tells her what she is about to do.

● Her plan goes well and she is able to get inside the ship but alarms go off and so with no choice left she actives the ships and the ship takes her into space towards a Galra ship base.

● Captured by the Galra she is taken to the rest of the prisoners and there she learns more about Shiro and her family.

Katie gets there about a few episodes before S2 ends. Katie fights in the area for months before Lotor makes his appearance. Yeah I made her the new champion inspired by Escape the Empire by Empress_Of_Edenia

Lotor

● Acxa is not one of his generals but a member of the Blade of Marmora

● So when he is appointed the Throne there is a celebration in his honor.

● One is a show between the greatest fighters on the Arena Katie vs. Some other Alien

● it’s a tough win but Katie manges and Lotor and his generals are impressed.

● Lotor gathers all info on her and wants her as one of his generals.

● So he strikes a deal with her. She refuses at 1st but when Lotor shows her father. He’s on a bed sick. He was working in one of the labs and got quintessence poisoning.

● If Katie joins him he will provide all the necessary medical treatment and more. Seeing no other way she agrees.

● Katie and the general become close and as well as Lotor.

● With Lotor wanting to be different from his father the colonies under his rule are reluctantly OK with him.

● Katie becomes known to the Galaxy since just because of her personality, inventions and her time as champion. She is well respected and maybe loved.

● She reminds the Empire of the last Empress. Taking inspiration from Golden Madness by potentiala

Notes. Lotor will marry her in order to get a stronger claim to the throne. His father is old and new blood must sit on the throne for the future of the Empire. Along with that he only sees her as the only person to be his Empress

Shiro knows who Katie is by Matt but though their interactions in fights and when they have to work together. He grows to care about her.

Keith and Axca are siblings

That’s all I have for now. I hoped u liked it!

“be not afraid [but don’t come any closer]” -  AkiAngel Web Weave (CSM Spoilers)

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Soudam Week - Day 7: illness (Hanahaki Disease)

Petunias have contradictory meaning for they represent resentment as well as the desire to spend time with a person. The meaning of sending petunias usually depends on the circumstances and relationship between the giver and the recipient.

Gundham Tanaka didn’t like people.

 They were untrustworthy, unworthy of being oh his presence. Him, the Great Gundham Tanaka, the Overlord of Ice, and future ruler of this world, was above mortals and their plights. Mortals! Bah! Always so dishonest and complicated.

Truly, Gundham was better off without them.

 Beasts, with their breathtaking simplicity, were far superior. And each one a fierce warrior for the Overlord of Ice to make an ally. Beasts listened and understood, while mortals always insisted on things like reason and reward. There was no true drive, no true passion in their lives.

And Gundham pitied them for it.

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The Angel was kind

The Demon was not.

 Time and time again the Angel would shield him with her own body against the Demon’s assault’s. Protecting from the wrath of one she might've loved a different lifetime ago. And each time Gundham felt the most primal of emotions flood his being.

Rage.

 How dare such a scoundrel attack one as wonderful as the Angel? How dare such scum try to harm him, the Great Gundham Tanaka? How dare the whelp even breathe the same air as the two? But Gundham has been young then, not yet ready to challenge the Demon.

But that day came swiftly.

 Gundham has spend months training the lost hellhounds that wandered around his domain. Earning quite a few battle wounds in the process that the Angel fretted over, but he, himself, couldn’t bear to explain. But he was ready. So when the Demon came, roaring after him and the Angel, the Overlord of Ice was prepared.

Gundham was ready.

 The Demon’s blood, his blood, soaked the ground where he walked. But it was over. The barking, snarling, and struggling. It was all over. The Angel had blinked once, twice at the scene before her. But she was like Gundham in the end.

Unable to shed a single tear.

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Years passed and so did the Angel.

 But her death, at the very least, had been peaceful. Leaving this wretched mortal realm surrounded by soft whiteness and a calm, soothing smile. Still, Gundham mourned. Mourned and cried.

Cried and mourned.

 Still, he was the Great Gundham Tanaka. He couldn’t stop in his path to rule this world. Not now. Not after everything. So Gundham dedicated everything he had into taming more hellish beasts, more warriors to fill his army.

More allies to fill his heart.

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His dedication rewarded him.

 The mortals who ran the infamous “Hope’s Peak” saw fit to offer the future ruler of this world a place at their institution. Supposedly guaranteeing his success unpin graduation. Bwahaha!

Perfect!

 He, the Great Gundham Tanaka, would conquer any challenges thy dare stand in his way! The mortals among him would flee in terror at his prowess! Let pure pandemonium erupted before him! The Overlord of Ice would rise above it. He was invincible! Untouchable!

Immortal!

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He had no idea.

 The Great Gundham Tanaka, even with his army of fierce warriors and all-seeing eyes, had no clue as to how the loud, brash mechanic with the serrated teeth and bright pink hair would factor so strongly into his fate.

They met at Hope’s Peak.

 And it was obvious then. The two hated each other. Mostly because of misunderstandings and partially because of childish stubbornness. But how was Gundham to know? Then of all moments.

That Kazuichi Souda would be the one to kill him.

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Seasons changed and so did they.

 But with the passage of time, one thing remained constant. Ever present in everything. Death was all around him. It followed him, ever since vanquishing the Demon and letting go of the Angel. And it was the one thing even Gundham couldn’t conquer.

No matter how much he wished to.

 Death came, as it often did, for his warriors. Some leaving this realm after a long, blessed life and some dying in the heat of battling for their lives in accordance to Nature’s laws. But each time Death came regardless.

And Gundham mourned every single one.

 He willed the sky’s to thunder and burn and weep with every ounce of agony within in his frozen, aching heart. He willed the Earth to split and crumble beneath his clawed, grasping hands. He willed the very lives around him to twist and succumb to similar heartache.

Souda had found him like that once.

 The sky had obeyed his demands, letting loose a torrent of wanted onto this blasted realm and Gundham reveled in it. Standing in front of his beloved warrior’s grave under the onslaughts of ice cold tears from the heavens. And, as Overlord of Ice, such a thing had no effect on him. No matter how cold his skin became or how startling a blue his lips turned. He was fine.

But not to Souda.

 The mechanic had all but released an ear splitting shriek as he scolded him, him!, on staying out in the rain. But Gundham only ignored him, shoving off the heavy, calloused hand in his shoulder. Couldn’t someone as lowly as him understand that the Overlord of Ice wished to be-

Souda picked him up.

 Skin on skin. Arms around his waist. Chest against back. Gundham, naturally, shrieked and screamed. Fool! Did he not know his very touch was poisonous?! Did he not know that Death lives in his shadow?!

That he killed everything he touched?!

 But Souda, stupid, stupid Souda, never released him nor dropped him. Just pulled him up and away from the grave and into the barn. There it was dry. Almost comforting with the familiar warmth and smell.

But that didn’t stop the tears.

 Gundham hadn’t even noticed them, not at first. The rain had all but numbed the Overlord of Ice, ironic he knew. But that wasn’t exactly his priority right now. Not when he fought and flailed in Souda’s arms to get him off, to get those arms off of him. Before he saw, before Gundham’s own tears betrayed him. Though Souda didn’t let go until he dragged him to the center of the building.

Berating him.

 Him! The Great Gundham Tanaka! What right did he-What could he possibly-Why did he even-And just like that, Gundham broke down then. Succumbed to his own sobs on that barn room floor. Holding his head in his hands as the tears shook his shoulders and racked his body. Too tired to even listen. Damn it.

Damn it!

 Who was he to think that he could conquer Death? Even the Great Gundham Tanaka was slave to time and rot and ruin. No power of his could ever stop not. He couldn’t save anyone. Not his warriors. Not his army. Not himself.

Not the Angel.

 So this was agony? So this was despair? Dark Gods, Gundham never thought it would take him. Not like this, not in some rain-soaked barn while a hated classmate of his was standing above him. Looking down on him! The Great Gundham Tanaka, being looked down upon. Truly this was cause for tragedy. Truly this was-

Souda touched him.

 Not like the Demon used to. No...The way Souda touched him was gentler, kinder. Like the Angel. And, like the Angel, he called out his cursed name so softly. Souda’s hand heavy and clumsy on Gundham’s shoulder, but there. And when he looked up, there Souda was, standing not in triumph, but in concern. Sweet, dear concern for someone he hated.

 Someone who called him pathetic, someone who laughed at his fears, someone who-Souda sank down. The damp sawdust and hay underneath him giving way to his weight as the the mechanic sank down on his knees. Level to Gundham’s tearful form. And hugged him.

Embraced him.

 With that same dear look in his eyes and those arms around his shaking shoulders. Just like that, Souda pulled him close. Comforted him. It was in that moment, in that rain-soaked barn, that Gundham felt a...flutter in his heart.

A pain in his chest.

 A tremble, a tremor that riverbated throughout Gundham’s entire poisoned being. A single movement that shook him to the core. It was that moment that something took root in Gundham’s chest. Something digging and pinching and aching. Something that began to grow and fester in the aching cavity of his heart.

Something that felt familiar.

Something like love.

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It happened after that.

 A week had passed in Gundham’s glory. Though, admitably, that week had been full of tension between himself and Souda. With neither bringing up the incident in the barn. The tension only increasing with every passing day, until the Overlord of Ice could take no more.

It was homeroom.

 Souda had just arrived, heading straight towards the Baby-Faced One and the Lucky One without so much as look in his direction. The morning’s light turning the choppy ends of his hair a bright, soft color. Glinting off his teeth, sharp as a knife.

 Gundham had planned to put that incident to rest. To tell the mechanic to just forget the breeder’s moment of weakness. To let whatever feelings they may have felt at the time to just die. And that’s when Gundham felt it.

A flutter, a tickle in his throat.

 And it didn’t go away. No, it stayed in his throat, persisting until Gundham was forced to cough into his hand. It wasn’t violent, but it was enough to rouse the four Dark Devas of Destruction from their resting place within the Angel’s scarf.

They were Gundham’s first witnesses.

 Some object was lodged in the breeder’s throat. Splattering onto his palm with a few hard coughs. Gundham’s chest burning in the aftermath. The Overlord of Ice looking into his palm, curious as to what in the name of-

A flower.

 A rumpled, spit-slicked, and sodden flower. Bright pink in color and drowning in a small dribble of Gundham’s spit. The Overlord of Ice stared at it, completely dumbfounded. What? What was this? Some sort of spell?

Some sort of curse?

 But Gundham never got the chance to act or speak on his shock, Ms. Yukizome fluttering in to begin the day. The breeder’s all-seeing eyes flickering over to where Souda had hastily taken his seat. Watching the slow slip of his dyed hair as it moved from his back to his front. The thin strands sparking in the air like single streams of light.

The color of petunias.

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More flowers came.

 But none came as gently as the first. Pink petals and fuschia blooms and magenta buds and forest stems and apple green leaves. They all retched from Gundham’s mouth in due time.

Bloodied by his own innards.

 The breeder heaved them up by the dozen in his realm’s restroom. Clinging to the toilet with white knuckled hands and abright sweat-shining forehead. Gundham felt every scratch, every prick of those flowery blooms and every scrape of those leafy edges. They sliced down his throat. Starting and stopping. Moving and clogging.

Choking him.

 The bowl of water underneath him like some cheerfully macabre specticle. Gundham’s blood bright and staining to white porcelain. All while pink petals float calmly on the surface of the bloodied water. Lush blooms bobbing in the thickened water, enjoying a relaxing, gorey soak in a pool of watered down blood. Chunk of probably vital innards clinding to bright green leaves as they ferried across the vermillion surface. A bowl of red, dotted with green and pink. Pink? Pink.

Pink like someone’s hair.

 His stomach convulsed with the effort to get whatever was inside of him out of body. But Gundham was never quite able to do so. There was new weight to his chest, something wrapped around his lung and heart. Letting out a pained groan, Gundham slipped his from his crouched, agonized position. The cool tile underneath him offering no respite from the strangling feeling and steady drops of blood from his mouth.

The Devas shaking next to him.

 Of course they had stayed by his side throughout this entire ordeal, absolutely terrified for him. But there for him nonetheless. The Overlord of Ice clutched his sore stomach, drops of blood still speckling his mouth. Oh Dear Dark Gods.

Something was wrong with him.

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It was called Hanahaki Disease.

 But Gundham had to find that out on his own. Perhaps the Timid One would’ve been helpful in diagnosing him with this...strange ailment. Perhaps he should’ve told someone about the many instances where the Overlord of Ice had to frantically rush to the nearest empty restroom to vomit up entire bouquets of pink, blushing flowers. Perhaps someone’s opinion on Gundham’s strange drive to keep those flowers close to him. To have them remain his and his alone. Perhaps someone could have helped him with this strange ailment.

But Gundham’s pride stood firm.

 He was the future of this world, the fiend who would conquer this planet. How was he supposed to do such great feats if he was unable to conquer this one silly sickness. No. Gundham needed no help, no assistance.

He needed no one.

 But the blood and flora just kept coming. His research had proposed some preposterous notion that this illness was brought by the feelings of an unrequited love. That, somehow, the notion that not having one’s feelings returned would be akin to Death itself. Having those afflicted by the disease slowly waste away while holding onto the despair of never having their feelings returned. Hmph.

How foolish.

 He was the Great Gundham Tanaka! The poisoned, fiendish being who was above such absurd notions. Him? Love? Ha! The very thought was intensely amusing, for there was  no one Gundham’s ice-cold heart beat for.

Souda’s laugh echoed throughout the hallway.

 The Ultimate Breeder had been walking back from another exhausting exercise of expelling bloody petunias when he heard it. Souda’s laughter was loud, often times brash. It was hard to miss. Especially like this, so, naturally, Gundham sought such a sound out. Naturally.

Obviously.

 The sound had come from a near empty study hall. Holding only the Sharp-Toothed one, the Baby-Faced One, and the Lucky One. The former two cluster near the from on the latter’s desk. Souda’s smile wide and teasing. Gundham stayed there.

Just watching.

“So Fuyuhiko...that dance is coming up…” The tone of his voice resonated with Gundham. ALluding to something that brought that warm, twisting sense of rising vomit in Gundham’s throat to come back. He even felt the gentle brush of those velvet petals against his throat. Faint and present, like Death.

But still he watched.

“And?! What are you trying to say here dumbass?”

“H-Hey! I just wanted to know if you were gonna ask Peko out!”

Gundham swallowed.

 The act of pushing down the rush of blood, bile, and blooms was made suddenly easier as the conversation progressed. The Overlord of Ice watching Souda shrink away from the gangster, the ghost of frightened tears in his usually striking eyes. Gundham’s fingers twitched, the thought of stepping into action moving his body for him. In urge that arose in a moment of weakness.

But he held back.

“P-Peko! What the fuck are you trying to suggest you oily son of a-”

The urge came once more.

“Oh, you should! Though the opinion of trash like me should never influence the opinion of Ultimates such as yourselves, it is a dear wish of mine to see just what sort of hope you and Peko would make toget-”

“S-Shut the fuck up C-Cloud-For-Brains!”

How curious.

 Was this something Gundham had missed? Had this type of...companionship always been possible with humans? Could he have been wrong about them all along? Souda, ever the quick recoverer, jumped rights back. Laughing at the gangster’s red, outraged face. Never once holding the other’s harsh words against him.

Gundham felt the blooms well up once more.

 Running out of that space, pressing his hands to his mouth, Gundham’s mind lingered on Souda’s sentiment. Comforting him in that barn, despite the harsh words they’ve previously shared. Taking Fuyuhiko’s temper in stride.

It puzzled him.

 Puzzled him more than the blood and flowers welling up in his mouth. Souda made it look so...easy. Even for someone so usually cowardly. In that case, shouldn’t such a thing be easy for him? Surely it would.

Surely.

 But then the blood came, just as Gundham tried to make his way down the stairs. It came violently. Bursting from his mouth in a heavy spray of carron and iron, despite the bandaged hands that had gripped his mouth shut. He collapsed like that, coughing and hacking. Membrane from the breeder’s shredded lungs splattering along the floor. The purple red color of a bruise. Pink, blood splattered petals floating away on streams of Gundham’s blood. Flowing down, down, down the path of red that dripped, dripped, dripped from step to step. Some fuchsia petals still fluttering in the air. Flipping this way and that. Flying far, far away from him. Going. Going.

Gone.

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He was going with Sonia.

 Souda was going with the Dark Queen that that moral gathering with Sonia. The way his smile shone and the dazzling gleam to his eyes haunted Gundham. Souda was a nervous pile of anxiety, fretting about every detail of the fated night and trying his best to make everything perfect.

Gundham long forgotten.

 Gone was that moment of weakness, that clink in his armor at the barn. Gone were Gundham’s tears. Gone were Souda’s arms around him. Gone were all the things Gundham longed to...to…

He didn’t know.

He didn’t know anything anymore.

===

It was Souda.

It had always been Souda.

 How Gundham failed to realise that sooner, he didn’t know. Or, more accurately, his pride wouldn’t let him admit it. But the Ultimate Animal Breeder was far past the point of pride right now. Sonia had stopped by earlier, knocking on his door. The last of many visits to the threshold of his realm to inquire if he was sure that he wasn’t going to be in attendance at the dance. And the answer was always the same.

No.

 Not when Souda would be there. Not when Souda would be so busy with ensuring that tonight would be the perfect night for him and Sonia. Not when all  his adoration and attention would be focused on her. Not when he wouldn’t spare Gundham another glance.

Another embrace.

 So this was it. His life, so full of spilt blood, would end with it. Another round of hacking overtook the Overlord of Ice, making him retch whole blooms of soft, sweet pink blooms. Dying the sheets of his bed red. Gundham couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything except grip those bloodied blooms in hands. Because those, even as they killed him, were far more attainable than the person they were meant for.

Gundham groaned.

 The Devas had likely snuck out of his room by now. Probably trying to find someone, anyone to help. But there was only one person who Gundham would even consider giving this deadly blossoms to. And, unless their teeth flashed like knives and eyes sparked with genius, this parasite was Gundham’s. This gorey foliage was his. And his alone. They would have to rip it out of his lungs in his cold, dead body if anyone else wanted to take these flowers, these feelings, away from him. These feelings...these emotions that made petunias clog his throat and blood well up in his lungs, if Souda wouldn’t have them, then Gundham would just keep them. Keep them clenched in a bloodied fist, never to let go. Never to set the pink petals free. Because such was the nature of his unrequited, pathetic feelings.

And if they killed him, so be it.

 Though, the Overlord of Ice mused surrounded by his own blood and innards and foliage, he did have regrets. He regretted all the wasted time with the Angel. He regretted just how much time the Demon took from him. And he regretted all the moments he let slip by with Souda. Just how many times did Gundham have the chance to talk with with him? Just how many times did Gundham have the chance to befriend him?

Just how many times did Gundham miss his chance?

 Ah, well. The breeder exhaled wetly, a lone pink petal fluttering out of his red mouth. Flying up into the air only to flutter back to the ground. Dimly, Gundham could here frantic footsteps draw near. But he didn't care. Everything was so cold. The blood around him was so cold. His fingers were cold, freezing into their gnarled shape. It was cold. But those flowers were warm. They were soft and sweet smelling. Gundham liked them. They made him sleepy.

Very, very sleepy.

 The door thumped, as if someone was trying to get inside. But Gundham was too occupied with the flowers all around him, with the flowers making their way greedily up his throat. They were so pretty. He liked the color of them.

Pink.

Soudam Week: Day 5 - Fantasy (NSFW)

Somebody teach me how to write smut please and thank my dudes

“I ain’t no Angel…”

Souda’s backside hit the wall.

  The resounding smack was more than a little satisfying to Gundam. And, had his tongue not been stuck down the Ultimate Mechanic’s throat, he would laughed at the desperate, needy hands that tried to force his clothes off. Successful only in slipping the Ultimate Breeder’s scarf from his neck.

Hmph.

“Don’t got no halo…”

How cute.

  But it wasn’t enough for him. Gundham wanted Souda’s everything. He wanted to be Souda’s everything. He wanted every bit of, blood, bone, and grit the mechanic had. And Gundham pinned Sousa’s wrists to the wall with every ounce of that enthusiasm.

Grinding against him harshly.

  Rolling the two growing hard-ons together, treacherously slow. The Ultimate Mechanic left his mouth then. A string of saliva still connecting their lips together as Souda moaned. Deep down from some primal, hungry place the Sharp-toothed one had within him.

Gundham latching onto his neck.

  And, though he didn’t have Souda’s hellish teeth, the Overlord of Ice got by just fine. Nipping and sucking, hard. Almost mercilessly

“I cut off my wings!”

  Leaving Souda a complete mess. The poor mortal torn between desperate rutting against him and broken iterations of his cursed name. Hands, having found the end of Gundham’s shirt, running needily along his poisoned flesh. Souda’s touch warm and roughed from years taming automations. Finally, Gundham couldn’t take it anymore.

Throwing Souda on to the hotel mattress.

“Made my momma scream!”

  How did they even end up in this position? Gundham forgot and nor did he care. All he cared about now was having every inch of Souda’s bare skin pressed against his. All but ripping that infernal jumpsuit off his lean frame and slipping Gundham’s own cursed cloak off his shoulders. Leaving the a pair in only wrinkled shirts and rumbled pants.

“I’m your darkest dream…”

Crashing on top of Souda like a tidal wave.

  The mechanic made a low noise in his throat as Gundham slotted their mouths together. Tongues hot and curious in each other’s mouths. The Overlord of Ice using the momentary distraction to trail his hands underneath Souda’s shirt.

“G-Gundham!”

“They call me Devil…”

  Oh how sweet his title sounded when Souda said it! How shamelessly and feverishly he arched his back. Gundham chuckling darkly as he rubbed Souda’s nipples once more. Growing hard and red underneath his hands.

“Fucking-gh!”

  But his little tryst wasn’t done with him. Those strong, leans arms shot out to entrap Gundham even more. Wrapping around the breeder and pressing him as close as his mortal body would allow. Sharp, serrated teeth finding intoxicating purchase on Gundham’s neck. Hard enough to draw blood

“My heart is empty.”

Gundham groaned.

  His body felt hot. He wanted more. More and more of Souda until he wasn’t sure were where he started and where Souda ended. Gundham pulled away from Souda’s teeth then. Watching him blink up hazily at him.

Utterly debauched.

“They call me Devil…”

  Those striking eyes dark and muddled with a lusty sheen. Brows knitted together as if the very thought of Gundham putting space between them was world-ending. Mouth open and pooling in a bloody, drooling mess. Oh Dear Dark God’s.

“Just try and tempt me…”

Souda would be the death of him.

  Gundam didn’t even hesitate. Driving down to lap at those blood stained lips once more as his hand worked his way down the mechanic’s body. Pressing the full force of his palm under Souda’s pants and into his boxers.

“Yes!” Souda all but grasped as he desperately rubbed against Gundham’s hand. The breeder giving the mechanic a few, hurried strokes as he struggled in getting the offending clothes out of the way. Precim making his grip slip ever so slightly.

“I’ll steal your soul, I’ll eat you whole!”

  Gundham’s hair was a complete mess. Gel having long since deteriorated, leaving the long black and gray bangs to brush against Souda’s forehead with every breath-stealing kiss. And perfect for Souda to pull and tug at.

His pants and boxers finally falling away.

“Ain’t no other way…”

  Souda’s shirt was pulled up high above his nipples. Somehow more obscene that if it had been completely off. Lean legs already spread on either side of Gundham. His member, wet and twitching in his hand.

“Gundam…”

“They call me Devil…”

“Gundham please!”

“And you should be afraid.”

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Gundham woke with a gasp.

  Jolting up in his bed with all the force of lightning striking the Earth. Hair an unkept mess and sweat slicking his skin to a sharp shine. Wha? What was that?

A dream?

  Only a...dream? So Souda wasn’t-Gundham looked around his room frantically. His bed, heartbreakingly empty. The space next to him was cold, devoid of any of Souda’s warm edges that Gundham longed to know. The bathroom empty and frozen in the morning light.The couches and tables void of anything that would give him the hope that maybe, just maybe, the previous night hadn’t been a dream.

A swift, fleeting fantasy.

  But no. The will of causality was cruel one. Giving the Overlord of Ice the taste of what could be, of what he truly longed for, only to remind him that what he wished for could never be. Souda would never share a bed with him. Not like that. If the he even knew about Gundham’s feelings, Souda would surely, irreversibly hate him.

And Gundham couldn’t bear that.

  He knew what such...feelings for someone like Souda would look like to the mechanic. Disgusting. Pathetic. But Gods, that dream had felt so good. So right. Gundham’s legs ached, a repercussion from last night’s indulgent thirsting aching between them.

Aching almost as much as his heart.

Sally sells #my writing by the sea shore.

There was always a distance between them. A bridge that, no matter how hard Shiro tried, he could never cross. She was always moving, making, creating. She was getting ahead of life faster than he ever would. But it still wasn't enough. It wasn't enough for her to join them. To come with him and her family to unknown territories. Time was, and always will be, the killer.

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“Sifair…Her full title was Sentinel Elite Sifairias Kerain Shaanti…” Talking a deep breath, Kolivan put his Blades at ease with a wave of his hand. Taking a seat a ways away from Matt.

Head in his hands.

“She was our previous leader. I thought…I thought she was dead.”

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