Some Horror-Based Voltron For You
Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender
22 Mar 2019
And all he could see was bright yellow like the sun (not the kind that stung your eyes in the morning as you drove to school, but like that happy watercolor paint that you'd stick your fingers in as a kid and drag the color over the walls until the world wasn't so grey) and ocean blue (like the clear shallows he played in as a child in Varadero, not the dark blue waters where he'd go swimming at night with some lover that meant nothing to him now, but heartbreak) and piercing violet (the kind that reflected only in the clearest of starry nights and only in the most beautiful and colorful of galaxies that he'd obsessed over as a child) and beautifully intense red (not like blood, or even the fire that reflected in Keith's eyes, but like autumn leaves and like strawberries picked fresh and sweet), swirling through the air like water paint on a canvas. It was beautiful, it was everything, and Lance wanted so bad for the colors to bleed into him, to be his, to be him. (Maybe it's in the colors where I'll meet my lover)
Basically a fic where everyone's in a rock band. And there's a lot of triggers, so be warned.
- Part 1 of Some Horror-Based Voltron For You
23 Apr 2018
"Truth or dare?" Pidge pointedly ignored Lance, so he repeated himself.
"Fine! Dare!" They yelled, startling the other students in the library. They smiled sheepishly before turning back to Lance.
"I dare you to walk the length of the roof of the library." The maniacal smile disappeared from his face as if it had never been there in the first place.
"No fucking way! Do you know how much trouble I could get into for that? Why would you even ask me to do something like that?" Lance stared back at them in confusion before a smile suddenly morphed on their face. They stood up, walking calmly toward a balcony that was attached to the library before hurling themself down the three stories to the ground.
Lance and his friends decide to Party it up in el magnífico país de México. There's booze, girls, and fun. Everything they could want for their spring break. Things don't go the way they would have hoped though as this simple party turns into a nightmare. They must do whatever it takes to win. Even if that means killing each other to make it through the night. So let's play a game.
Basically my take on a Voltron/Truth or Dare fic.
--On temporary haitus--
What happens once Voltron wins the war?
Basically a theory that I had that Shiro basically hallucinates all the events of Voltron from his cell in the Galra ship he was trapped in.
- Part 3 of Some Horror-Based Voltron For You