#mini fic
New headcanon:
There is a reason they are called the paladins of Voltron instead of literally anything else.
Zarkon was the one who first started calling them this. The others just went along with it. They didn’t connect any dots until the next time they played Monsters and Mana together.
“I will be a paladin,” says Zarkon, as per usual, because he is always a paladin.
“But you’re already a paladin in real life!” Coran starts to protest.
Silence, as everyone realises exactly why Zarkon, and in fact the rest of them, are paladins in real life.
Alfor, who is typically a mage, is understandably the most upset by this: “You mean we could have been the mages of Voltron!? And you chose paladin!?”
Nevertheless, it is too late and paladin sticks and no one outside their circle ever has to know that it was inspired by Monsters and Mana.
Okay so this one is half headcanon, half mini-fic, but Alfor and Coran’s first meeting probably went something like this:
Coran is merely minding his own, small child business when, out of nowhere: “Hello! Why do you have a moustache?”
He turns in surprise to face a grinning white-haired child who proceeds to tug at said moustache (which, by the way, Coran is immensely proud of because his dad says it proves his skill in camouflage and shape-shifting).
“What’s wrong with my moustache?” he asks indignantly.
The small white-haired child also looks mildly insulted. “Nothing is wrong with it. I think it is glorious.”
“Oh,” says Coran. “Thank you.”
“My name’s Alfor,” says the other child. “What’s yours? I’ve never seen you before. Have you never been to the Castle? Come with me, I will show you the castle and the hangars and the kitchens and my room and everything.”
He does not wait for a response before grabbing Coran’s hand and dragging him off. Once Coran gets over his surprise, he says, “I’m Coran.”
Alfor gives him the biggest grin Coran has ever seen. “Well, then, welcome, Coran! Come on, you are going to love the Castle!”
Alfor sets off on a ramble about his home. As he listens to the strange, loud boy chatter, Coran decides that he has found himself a best friend.
Krist: Well I’m MARRIED to him.
Kurt: WE’RE FRIENDSHIP MARRIED!
Interviewer: That’s not even a thing.
Krist: *clutching a ring Kurt got him* YES IT IS!
Krist: Why are you staring at me cross-eyed?
Kurt: So I can see two of you.
Krist:…Oh…
[a few minutes later, Dave walks in]
Dave: Why are you guys staring at each other cross-eyed?
Krist, wearing an apron and towel over it’s shoulder:Dave!
Kurt, also wearing an apron: Dave! Your home!
Dave:What-
Krist, wiping down the kitchen counter: honey, I cleaned the house for you!
Kurt, opening the oven: I made dinner, darling!
Krist: I missed you!
Kurt: welcome home!
Dave: guys please…
Dave: this is Ikea. We’re going to get kicked out.
Kurt: ok, Krist, if I were the last man on earth would you date me?
Krist: if you were the last man, I wouldn’t exist
Kurt:
Kurt:fuck
If the Golden Glider had debuted in the Silver Age (and/or an untold Silver Age story from the time before Lisa became the Golden Glider).
The story would play off of Silver Age Captain Cold’s habit of romancing various pretty women. When Lisa “Star” arrived in Central City to perform with her professional skating company, she would disappear not long after Captain Cold escaped from prison. The Flash (Barry) would naturally assume that Captain Cold had fallen in love with her and had kidnapped her. In reality, of course, Captain Cold is Lisa’s brother. He had broken out of prison to secretly send her some gifts and ended up having to rescue her from a different group of criminals, who had actually done the kidnapping.
Once Cold saved his sister, the two siblings would go to Cold’s latest hideout, Cold would give his sister his gifts…and then the Flash would show up. (Lisa might or might not know about her brother’s career as Captain Cold at this point. If she doesn’t already know, this story would have her find out.) When Flash announces that he’s there to rescue her, Lisa would ask Flash why she would need to be rescued from “Lenny”. After all, they love each other. Flash, still under the impression that she’s Cold’s latest crush, would be surprised and ask her what on Earth she sees in him, at which point Lisa would reply that it would be strange if she didn’t love her own brother–especially after he rescued her from the thugs who kidnapped her. After doing some super-speed research, Barry discovers that she’s telling the truth about Cold being her brother and about him rescuing her from the actual kidnappers. However, Captain Cold is still a wanted man, so Barry has to take him back to prison. He’s expecting a fight, but, much to his surprise, Cold actually surrenders…but makes it clear that he’s only doing so because he doesn’t want his sister to get hurt. He also asks Barry to keep Lisa’s relationship with him a secret in order to protect her career, which Barry agrees to do. Barry takes both Cold and the kidnappers to jail and he and Iris have a cute couple moment. The issue ends in Lisa’s apartment…with the reveal that Lisa is on a date with the Top!
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The Addams Family renting out rooms in their huge mansion cheaply to broke college students.
The students digging it because the craziness and the bugs are pretty much the same as any other dorm house. Also, Morticia and Gomez treat them all like visiting cousins, not like tenants to abuse and exploit.
One young female tenant sees Gomez treating his wife with the utmost respect and affection and realizes that she’s been making excuses for her awful, obnoxious boyfriend for way too long and that she deserves better
Another tenant is in a same-sex relationship and their homophobic family doesn’t know (the Addams do, and Gomez and Morticia sit their kids down to explain homosexuality to them) “Your father and I love each other very much, and so does your new friend and her lovely girlfriend…”
Another tenant who’s being pushed through a college program they hate by their controlling parents gets the courage to stand up to them and switch majors, confident in the knowledge that if their family isn’t going to accept them as an individual with their own dreams and goals, the Addams family will
i almost even feel like the kids wouldn’t even question it cuz like, it makes as much sense as anything else
These are the Addams Family values.
Please stop posting my childhood daydreams, k thnx.
The Addams Family are the best family, and will accept you for who you are and who you want to be.
Manika’s Mini Fics
a self-indulgent, daily writing challenge to keep myself in the habit of writing.
here i’ll post a mini fic (100~500 words) daily based on a little idea or a random thought i had about my favorite fictional characters, ships, etc..
1:Mary steals Vin’s shirt (Vin Jin X Mary Kim | Lookism)
manjiro smiled, but even as he did, ken could see his mouth trembling as it was forced into a line and when manjiro spoke, he began to wish he hadn’t.
“smile for me one last time, kenchin.”
the wobbling of manjiro’s voice made ken’s resolve falter, but there was no going back now.
“smile with me, mikey.” ken found himself demanding. “it’s not fair if I’m alone.”
manjiro’s lips trembled again as he opened his mouth slowly, broken voice agreeing to ken’s terms.
“okay.”
“on the count of three then,”
“okay.”
ken and manjiro count down (until the ends of their lives).
“one,”
“two,”
they lock eyes and declare together, “three.”
ken was happy to make out manjiro’s smile as his life flashed before his eyes and his lips stretched wider. at least he got the one thing he’s wished for so long since.
they smiled together again.
“three.”
Bang, bang.
Au Revoir
Sirius, whose first language is French. Who starts hogwarts with a thick accent that curls around his words, and an oddly formal manner of speech for an 11 year old. And it’s not stiff, not at all, he speaks in flowing prose, everything he says is so carefully crafted and delicately delivered and Remus Lupin thinks he speaks like an angel. Of course, he’s teased mercilessly for it by the other kids in their year, and manages to drop it in a few weeks. Remus pretends he doesn’t hear the boy whispering to himself late at night, practicing making his vowels more English. More harsh and grating. Less pretty.
Sirius, whose first language was French, who learns to make puns and witticism in English, but writes in French when no one is looking, with carefully dotted i’s and loopy, curving s’s and f’s. Remus knows his parents write to him in English, because Voldemort speaks English and the Blacks speak little French nowadays past the harsh lines of their motto. Off course, that isn’t to say they don’t have their own ways of saying things without being understood. They just don’t need French to do it.
Sirius, whose first language, first love, was French. Back when his mother loved him she’d read him poems at night, about the moon, about the stars. She stopped when her stomach began to swell, when she realised she had another chance, when she realised Sirius had taken her words to heart, that he truly believed he could touch the stars if only because he loved them so. Foolish boy. The stars were hers to have and hers alone.
Sirius, who when Remus tells him he loved him, babbles nonsensically in french. Sirius who, as he gets more comfortable, begins to throw around the occasional word, then phrase. And by their fourth year he’s speaking in a fluid mix, all elegant poetics and flowing statements, every word so carefully planned and gods Remus loves it, loves the way Sirius’ voice seems to catch in his throat and bubble under his tongue and reach into Remus’ head. Sirius, who when he cries can’t muster up a word of English. Sirius who, when James dies, can’t muster up a word at all. And when Remus greets him years later with a soft “Bonjour”, months after that terrible night in the shack, Sirius just stares tiredly, and whispers back “Hello”.
(He never speaks a word of French again, not until one night when he sees James, no, Harry. And Remus can’t hear a damn thing, but he sees the words on his lips. A farewell too soft to hear. Harry doesn’t notice, doesn’t understand, never knew. But Remus knew. Remus knows, that slight smile, the whispered “Au Revoir”, the faded eyes. He knows he knows he knows. He wishes he didn’t.)
