Plot - Tumblr Posts - Page 2
Prince Silverwing: I would like to apologize for the outburst, Advisor.
Prince Silverwing: I promise to keep a tighter rein on my group in the future.
Coran: Ah, Coran is fine, lad.
Coran: I appreciate the apology, but even the best groups have their spats.
Coran: Green units like yours are prone to them.
Coran: We can whip you all into shape when things are a tad less dire, yes?
Prince Silverwing: That sounds like a plan. Thank you, Adviso- Coran.
Princess Allura: He’s taken over the Universe, Father. Destroyed Altea!
Princess Allura: Do we run? Keep running? You thought it best before-
King Alfor: No.
King Alfor: Then, I thought that we could still reason with him. Reach a Diplomatic Solution. I see the err in that now. I am so, so sorry my sweet child, that I must leave this task to you...
Princess Allura: Paladins.
Princess Allura: We Fight.
Black: They’ve made their decision.
Yellow: ?
Black: We Fight.
Green: What do wings and horns count as? Hands? Quintessence sensitive hands??
Black: I do not know.
Blue: HOW CAN YOU NOT KNOW?! YOUR PALADIN HAS WINGS?!
Black: I have not chosen a Paladin.
Black: I have not made that decision...
Black: I do not know if I will.
Princess Allura: We must fight and keep fighting until we defeat Zarkon. It is our destiny. Voltron is the universe's only hope. We are the universe's only hope.
Prince Silverwing: We’re with you, Princess.
Princess Allura: Paladins...
Princess Allura: Your Armor.
Prince Silverwing: Er... Princess...
Prince Silverwing: Not to be rude... but...
Prince Silverwing: I’m not sure these will work...
Coran: [Aside] The Prince apologizes for the outburst, but even so...
Coran: [Aside] Not to be rude, Princess
Coran: [Aside] They aren’t exactly the Best & Brightest that the Universe has to offer.
Coran: [Aside] They haven’t even got thumbs.
Princess Allura: [Aside] I know, Coran.
Princess Allura: [Aside] But this war has gone on too long; far, far too long, and cost far, far too much. The Universe can no longer afford delay. We must have faith...
Princess Allura: [Aside] They’re all we have.
Allura: Now, the Traditional Weapon of the Paladin: The Bayard.
Allura: It takes a Distinct Shape for each Paladin.
Allura: [ recalls the lack of thumbs 4 ticks too late ]
Pigeon Catcher: Ooh!
Luxfite: That Works.
Sunlit Honey: Uh-
Azure-Blue: Nice!
Azure-Blue: Aw, you got a tiny, foal-sized bayard!
Pigeon Catcher: Yeah, it IS pretty cute!
Allura: [Aside] Never mind, I guess.
Allura: Unfortunately, the Black Paladin’s bayard was... lost. With the previous Paladin.
Allura: We’re still locating our other armaments, but we can try and find you an applicable substitute, if you’d like.
Prince Silverwing: Thank you, but it’s quite alright, Princess.
Prince Silverwing: I’m quick on my hooves.
Prince Silverwing: Now, we need to retrieve the Red Lion.
Sometimes I feel like when a villain gives a monologue to the hero, what they really mean is-
“Let me tell you about all of this work I’ve done and am proud of because I really don’t have anyone else to tell this to. I’m lonely. Please acknowledge my efforts and hard work.”
Because there is NO logical explanation to giving the hero the full explanation and an advantage to beat them if/when they escape any trap the villain has put them in.
A mischevious plan
I’ve been contemplating on whether or not I should put my stories and plots on here and now I decided to just go for it. This one is a super short oneshot from my collection, I hope you give it a read and enjoy it. P.s. this story is credited to me and the whole story is mine so I would need anyone to not copy my own work. I’ll post my Wattpad link in my next post if you wanna check out my account so stay tuned.
The golden rays of soft sunshine kissed my skin as it tumbled onto the couch where I sat, basking in the warmth of the early spring morning. The comfy cushions relaxing my body as my lids lulled to sleep, only a crack open. The serene noises of the shower playing a peculiar rhythm in my ears from the background; the tell-tale sign of my boyfriend taking his shower. My body sank further into the couch, twisting a bit to relax my muscles more. As I did, my onyx pools caught onto an object placed on the clear table. My gaze didn’t falter as it stared back at me. After intensely thinking for a minute, I grabbed hold of the object in question; his phone. A glimmer flicked in my charcoal orbs as a mischievous idea made its way into my head. My vermillion edges curving up into a grin as an image of his face when he finally found out what I had done. With the goal of changing his current wallpaper into something funny; like his embarrassing snaps or his funny silly faces, I unlocked the lock screen. Being the sweet boyfriend he is, he always let me have his phone, and his password, making the task a whole lot easier. The moment my raven globes landed on his home-screen, all thoughts of the plan flied out of the window. There, on his screen, a picture of us together in a café, with our bright smiles, happiness colouring my face as his dimples dug deep in his cheeks, an open book in the middle of us and two cups of warm coffee resting on each side stared at me, bringing my actions to a cease. A warm sensation developed in my chest, traveling from there until it spread across all over my body to the tips of my toes, filling all of my senses. I couldn’t help but let a wide crescent crept onto my scarlet plumps while my starless spheres narrowed in affection.
“What are you grinning for?”
A gravelly voice startled me out of my trance, making me jump. Instinctively, I locked it back, almost losing hold of the phone. A surge of heat started gathering in my puffy cheeks when my spheres soaked in the view that appeared in my field of vision. Unable to tear my gaze off, I swallowed the lump in my throat. His mauve strands were soaked, clinging to his forehead. Water droplets dripping down from his plum streaks, along his broad shoulders onto his well-defined abdomen to his waist where a soft fluffy white towel loosely wrapped around it. The small piece not providing enough coverage with his buff torso and sturdy thighs on full display, leaving little to the imagination. I caught my lower red flesh between my teeth.
“You know? You’re goanna be the death of me one day.”