Blue Lion Theory Headcanons

Betrayal

Day #4 and can I say @theprojectava broke my heart with this one completely? I feel so much for Kuro, and all that he’s struggled with, and then Lance there…It’s all so good.

Kuro knew warmth the same way he came to know betrayal, as that intimate brush of a blade against his heart. When he was in the Arena, there was no denying that every point of contact with another body sent a flourishing of heat beneath his palm, his knuckles, every available swath of skin that could sweat and trickle with blood. Warmth was the way a body bled, including his own.

It was the distinct difference between the living and the not-so-alive.

Kuro knew warmth because it drained out of challengers and the fear-drowned just like the light in their eyes at the end of every match. Warmth faded and faded until there was nothing left but the cold reminder of everything that had once been. He felt it in the smooth lines of the bars that kept him caged, the ones he wanted to break; he felt it in the hopes that kept him collared, telling him there was a heart still beating in his chest.

Mostly, Kuro felt it in the way he failed everyone, including himself. Warmth was everything he couldn’t have because he simply wasn’t good enough to hold it.

Which is what made that first moment he had stood before Lance so painful. Not the very first moment. No, the first real moment, the one where he was acknowledged as something far beyond Shiro and this notion of Champion he had tried to cling to like a sinner to redemption.

But his faith in that was dying.

He could not be the Champion because the Champion he knew never existed. Instead, he was left looking at the remnants of a man who was just that - a man, defined by his own humanity, the very thing he could not shed.

Everything he had been told held weight, this idea of a life he had to measure up to and then exceed? All of it was no more tangible than smoke and dreams. Kuro could wave his fingers right through them and poof! they’d be gone, which left him with a handful of nothing.

Kuro knew the potential of betrayal. He just never expected it to come from his own constructs. Even if those thoughts had been built up around him like Babylonian skyscrapers, in the end, they could only to be devastated by Truth. It left him with a world of rubble to navigate in search of himself. A thousand different ideas, a thousand different words to try to define himself again.

But there was warmth against his shoulder. It was sliding up his back in a way that didn’t bring pain like his body expected it would. Lance’s fingers were gentle as they glided across fabric and scars alike, and it put a different sort of pain inside of him.

A different sort of betrayal.

It was the kind of betrayal that was broken open over his own expectations. Where memory told him pain would spark, there was only kindness woven beneath fingertips. Where he thought to bleed, there came only a quiet understanding to mend his heart. And when weakness reared up yet again, stinging at his eyes, Kuro found the warmth of a body wrapping itself around him, and for the first time, he began to consider the worth of a human heart.

Not Shiro’s, but his own.

Bloodborne Tarot (part 2) by frozensoba

MindControl

Just got home not too long ago, but just skating in with Day #6′s theme based upon the ever lovely and talented @theprojectava  ‘s Kuro story. I hope to have the next one out soonish, though late for the day no less. 

It’s otherworldly. This electric pulse of a presence that ghosts along the periphery of his mind. Small at first, it builds and it builds until it’s not just an inconsistent buzzing at the back of his skull but a defined being.

Another mind spilling into his, and for a moment, Kuro thinks he has finally lost. This is the crack the Druids put inside of him, and instead of things spilling out, they’re tumbling in, trying to claim whatever they can of him. Impulse tells him to fight it.

Resist. Resist. Resist.

He’s isn’t broken yet.

Something else whispers to him of patience. It tells him this is not the same black that the Druids try to infuse him with. Neither callous nor cold, it offers a warmth, something innate to its very being. It flickers white then red, then black marbles throughout both hues until it’s burning within the back of his mind.

Persistent.

It wants something of him, something he thinks he can give and willingly at that. So, Kuro reaches out to it. He sets his hands upon that glowing orb, feels the heat beneath his fingertips, making his blood sing with life. It tells him he is his own entity, that the heart within his chest is his own and that it aches with concern for the one it had been modeled after.

The ones calling out to him ache just as much.

No.

More.

The feelings that steep into his bloodstream carry a desperation far deeper than anything Kuro has ever known for the man called Takashi. It’s a desperation born of intimacy, of hearts bound more closely to Shiro’s than Kuro could have ever claimed, and somehow, it’s that very thought that brings him to inviting them inside of all that he is. Because Kuro wants to know that too, wants to know what could bring someone - or someones - to the brink of hell itself for a man who had been built upon a lie.

Kuro wants to know what makes someone want to thread their lives together with another being so much they would risk everything for him.

So, he lets him in, the one whose voice called out the loudest inside of his mind. He gives him control, and he watches as Shiro stirs in response, called back from the remorseless depths of his own mind. And it sparks a quiet curiosity within himself, to see how someone can respond to a simple change, how someone can know the difference from one being to another just because of the energy they give off.

As if there’s a frequency inside of every heart, and Kuro’s has now magically aligned to another, and he’s watching as it matches Shiro’s, as it calls him home.

And from the observation deck of his own mind, he thinks yet again of how Shiro fought in the Arena. Because this, right here, is everything the man had been fighting for.

He thinks that a human heart isn’t such a bad thing to be beating within his chest.

“Ah…uh…sorry…”

“Oh, um, It’s okay…”

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High school AU where Keith & Lance take the same train in the morning

They didn’t know each other’s name at first, Lance thought Keith is hot, Keith thought Lance is cute, but they never talked to each other (shy boys lol) 

Until this day, the train was full of crowd, Keith accidentally kabedon-ed Lance

It was awkward at first, but Lance tried make some small talks, then they finally knew each other’s name

Next step: change phone number lol

bonus:

Lance has freckles <3

Kagari´s legacy

se busca persona creativa que nombre al fenix :´v

Cada que veo mi cuenta, recuerdo que no he hecho nada con el avance de mi au (culpo a mi falta de memoria), así que decidí empezar con algunos headcanons para Akko (Diana aún es un dilema para mi, creo que leeré varios fics respecto a su futuro,a ver si así logro algún avance xD)

una disculpa sincera a todos los que saben dibujar animales, les juro que intentaré mejorar Q-Q (me duelen las manos, siempre trabajo en un formato enorme y tardo mucho para terminarlo :´D)

Espero les guste chicos, ¡lo amo mucho!

Diana’s Familiars

Here lies the masochist who couldn’t draw animals, but still decided to draw three horses

It’s frustrating when Diana’s hair is the easiest thing to draw, really. It took me forever to get Ada’s hair. Although I’m comfortable with the result.

I don’t know if you remember, but Ada is a Dreamer, a creature who is the guardian of dreams and good memories. They only show up in the happiest dreams to their potential masters, and then manifest in the real world and seal their pact. Dreamers can intervene as much in the world of dreams as in the physical world. They are considered to be very docile creatures.

I have given our princess three horses, fellas.

¿Recuerdan que había dicho que tenia que dibujar a los familiares de Diana?. Bueno, finalmente ha pasado, mi gente bonita!.

no sé si recuerden a Ada, pero ella fue el diseño en el que pedí su ayuda para crear su paleta de colores tiempo atrás. A pesar de que una gran mayoría se inclinaba por el cuarto diseño, el numero seis fue el vencedor contando comentarios y reblogueos. Muchísimas gracias por todo su apoyo y comentarios chicos, realmente me han motivado como no tienen idea; no soy mucho de responder, pero quiero que sepan que realmente valoro mucho todos sus mensajes, comentarios y preguntas. Enserio no sé que rayos hice para merecerlos, ¡realmente los quiero mucho, chicos!

You and me at the beginning of the world.

Blood dress ❤️‍🔥👀

[Emma from my webcomic Namesake]