VLD Lance/Lotor Drabble: Purple Daddy 2.0

OK SO

I drew this comic:

And my friend and I were texting about it lol:

So here’s that lol.

I’ve written this in the style of a RolePlay / Script kinda thing, because RN I’m really tired.

OK LETS GOOOO!!!!

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PIDGE: I’m sorry, WHAT?

HUNK: No. Lance, NO.

LANCE: *Is silent, making a very embarrassed face*

CORRAN: You called Prince Lotor “Purple Daddy” , is color-coding father-figures on your planet Earth an existing process? 

PRINCESS ALURRA: And if so, Why haven’t you assigned a color to Shiro? You often call him your “Space Dad” after all.

LANCE: I, uhm…No that’s not really a thing on Earth you guys.

PIDGE: Lance, I swear to god if you boned—

KEITH: Nope, goodbye.

KEITH: *Goes to Leave*

SHIRO: *Holds Keith by the collar of his jacket, keeping him in the room. He turns to Lance, giving a serious but also ‘I’m dead inside’ stare*

SHIRO: Lance.

LANCE: Yessss…?

SHIRO: What did you just refer to Prince Lotor of the Galra Empire as?

LANCE: …purple daddy.

SHIRO: *Looks up at Lotor on the screen*

SHIRO: And Prince Lotor of the Galra Empire, what did you just refer to the Blue Paladin of Voltron as?

PRINCE LOTOR: Lance. That is what he told me his name was afterall, Lance McLain.

HUNK: Seriously, you gave him your last name too?!

PRINCESS ALURRA: Lance! Lotor knows your full name! Have you been…secretly conversing with eachother?!

PIDGE: Oh they’ve been doing much more than just conversing, you’re highness. In fact, I wonder how much talking they actually—

HUNK: Pidge! Ew, don’t remind me!

CORRAN: I am confused. If Lance didn’t converse with you prior, Prince Lotor, then when did he tell you his name?

LANCE: No! Lotor, don’t you dare!

PRINCE LOTOR: …Before we engaged in intercourse together.

LANCE: Lotor you traitor!

PRINCE LOTOR: I’m sorry my dear, but I do not wish to get on Princess Alurra’s ‘Bad Side’

LANCE: Oh ho ho! You’re on my bad side now, mister!

HUNK: *Puts in head in his hands, facepalming*

HUNK: Lance, you slut.

LANCE: Hunk!

PIDGE: Haha, Yes! Join the slut-shaming side!

HUNK: Just, why Lotor of all people?

LANCE: Look I didn’t know it was him until just now!

KEITH: You call me a furry, but you’re the one that fucked an alien?!

PRINCE LOTOR: Well it seems that this call has taken a drastic turn in purpose, so I will go now and reschedule—

LANCE: Oh no, you are staying right here mister! You don’t get to leave after you put me in this mess! Or so help me Lotor, I will lock you in a chastity belt!

LOTOR: Yes Dear.

THE END

(I love it because it implies it wasn’t just a ONE NIGHT Stand lol

FRIEND-Fiction Short Story -- Halloween 'Spooky Season' Story 2022

Happy October Everyone! I wanted to try some new here LOL!

Well, not really NEW. Those of you who know me know I used to write this HUGE Friend-Fiction series before I knew what Friend-Fiction(And even FanFiction)was lol. So I guess I'm going to go back to my roots but also just have a little fun and try not to take myself too seriously lol!

WARNING:

- Summoning the Undead

- Ghosts

- Murder via Ghost

- Language

- Decently Graffic Gore

    > Its near the end, but I will put a little warning symbol(⚠️)at the begining and end for everyone :))

This is a ghost story after all! But its also me, so that tells you the level of 'Spooky' I guess. Anyway...

LETS GOOOO!

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It was a Dark and Windy Night, the cool crisp air slicing through the souls of the four friends. 

"At least if we had Souls! HaHa, I'm dead inside." Jae laughed.

"Stop breaking the forth wall and help us over here," Killian scolded.

Killian brought Jae over to the middle of the room, where he was sorting through candles and cards. The four friends had driven out to the country side in Molly's where there was an old abandoned urban barn. It was Halloween, and they were going to summon a spirit.

"Why are we doing this again?" Ash asked.

"Because Molly is a Pussy and wanted to 'Get Outside her Comfort Zone' this year." Killian said.

"Couldn't you just watch a scary movie?" 

"Yes, but then I'd have nightmares!" Molly expressed, joining the others in the center.

"Yeah but summoning a spirit in the middle of no where? Sweet dreams all around!" Jae rolled their eyes.

"What kind of spirit do you think we'll get?" Molly asked. "An angry one? A sad one? A vengeful murdery one?"

"We'll get whichever one wasn't on the ghost waiting list this year." Ash said. "After all ghosts are very busy this night of year, its almost impossible to hire one—"

Ash interrupted himself by laughing with the others at his own joke.

"Who knows, maybe it won't work at all." Jae said.

"We'd at least accomplish an uneasy feeling for the rest if the night." Molly shrugged.

"Ok guys, its ready!" Killian said. 

He had placed a dek of cards in a circle with three branches teaching into the middle. There, stood a single candle. "Join hands and follow my lead," Killian said. And this did so.

"We open our souls to the other side," Killian called into the empty barn. "We summon a soul like our own—"

"Killian why would you call a depressed ghost?!" Molly hissed. "Leave it dead, its how it wanted to be!"

The others snickered, before Killian recomposed himself to continue.

"We summon any soul whom hears our call," Killian contiuned. "As we repeat the sacred words"

"What the fuck are the sacred words?" Jae whispered.

"Shut up and repeat after me!"

"Fre Sha Vaca Do"

"ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?!" Molly cried out laughing.

"Just do it!"

The four repeated the iconic mantra over and over again, until a strong gust of wind entered the barn. They didnt expect anything to happen! But then again, what horror movie characters did? The candle was snuffed out and the cards flew across the floor. 

In its place was a being from beyond the grave.

The four stood before it, absolutely stunned. What do they do now? What was its intentions? Benevolent…or Violent?!

Molly was the first to move, approaching the Ghost. "So…who makes the first move here?" She said, twirling a strand of hair to make a cheesy flirting pose.

The Spirit bit her head off.

Blood burst from her neckstump before becoming an oozing river along the floor, which her body had collasped onto by now.

The three remaining people screamed, and ran to the barn's door. The spirit behind them sent a strong frozen wind down their backs, only fueling them to run faster. Ash made it to the door first, his small size resulting in speed but not stregth as he couldnt push the door open. Jae followed, and we able to help get the door moving. Killian made it just as they got the doors open. They rushed out into the open feild, desperate to get to safety.

Molly's car was just ahead, and Jae could drive them all home! All…three, of them home.

But when they got to the car, an alarm went off.

"OH FUCK MOLLY AND HER RESPONSIBLE ASS!" Killian yelled. "SHE HAD HER KEYS WITH HER!"

"That means we have to…" Ash felt like throwing up.

"We have to go back and get them." Jae finished. "We have to escape, Its what Molly would've want!"

"Molly," Ash started "Would have wanted food. But no, she became food!"

"…she still would have wanted that."

"LOL ACCURATE!"

The three of them spun around and screamed. Molly has rose up from the ground, now a floating and transparent ghost. 

"Yeah you're right, I wish I had eaten before I was killed." Molly said."

"Molly, do you have your keys?" Killian asked.

"Damn not even a 'Rest in Peace'? How rude!"

"Rest in Peace Molly, except don't because you have insomnia." Ash said.

"Oh fuck you-"

"MOLLY!" Jae yelled. "Do you have the keys, or does your corpse have them?"

"My Corpse." Molly answered. "Damn, I wish I looked half as good as that Corpse. She looks so good, 11 pounds lighter!"

"Yeah because your HEAD WAS BIT OFF!" Killian yelled.

"Just go get my keys."

"Why cant you get them?!"

Molly raised a hand to lightly scold Killian with a slap to the shoulder, except her hand with right through him

"Thats why." She said.

"That was…so cold." Killian shivered, clutching his shoulder.

"Yeah and so is my corpse. And ya'll will be corpse's soon if you don't move it!"

The three took off running for the barn again.

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The three remainjng friends peeked past the barn door. They could see the spectral spirit, chewing on Molly's head like a bubble-gumball. In fact, it blew into Molly's dead face and it inflaited before popping(even more blood spewing out)before continuing to chew.

(⚠️)

"Ha," Molly chuckled, from behind the three living. "I really am an AirHead!"

"Oh god, I can't stomach this!" Ash said, almost vomiting into his hand.

"You can't stomach anything!" Molly said.

Ash glared at her, and shook a skinny fist. "Stop being right."

"Guys, lets just get Molly's keys and get out of here!" Jae said, stepping into the barn.

"No, wait!" Killian tried to call out, but was shushed as not to be spotted by the spirit.

Jae tip-toes to Molly's body, as Killian(and Molly) deperatly tried to warn Jae without calling out loud. But it was all for naught: Jae reached into Mollh's pocket and pulled out her car keys: which were covered in loud and shiny decorative keychains. The spirits neck spun to them so fast, it might have gone in a circle first. It made a terrifying shreik as it lept for them.

The three screamed and began to book it across the feild once again.

"I tried to warn you!" Killian said to Jae. "Molly has a lot of cool key chains!"

Molly smiled. "I knkw righr? My favorite is the Sanders Sides one—"

"WHY DO YOU HAVE SO MANY KEY CHAINS!" Jae yelled in frustration.

"Because they're pretty—"

"JUST SHUT UP AND GET IN THE CAR!" Ash screamed.

Jae held out Molly's keys to her car, and pressed the button twice. All the doors unlocked, and they piled inside. The ghost was hot on their tail, ans began to shake and push the car violently. Jae started up the car, and slammed on the gas petal. The car sped across the grassy feild, and climbed up the steep hill before breaking out onto the highway. The ghost lingered behind them, clearly not intending to follow.

The three living friends and one ghost all sighed in releif. 

"So….no one tell my mom about this ok?" Molly said. "I mean, I probably will but—"

THE END

This was fun to write LOL! Just something short and silly lol :)))

Short Story -- ꕥ Lavender ꕥ

 So I was trying to write another short story, similar to "The Dying Thoughts of a BumbleBee".

This clearly isn't as good at ALL! I actually kinda hate it. But I wanna share it despite of that, because I put a lot of effort into it. 

So please enjoy...

ꕥ Lavender ꕥ

A story of the fears of Change

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All my life I smelled of Lavender. A deep wonderful smell, elegant and peaceful. Lavender is said to represent innocence, pure of heart. That is who I am, I am Lavender. I knew lots of other Lavenders too. We were all so alike; calm, happy, and the best of friends! I remember we would always get our nails done on Saturdays. The manicurists would chat amongst each other in a language I didn’t understand while they painted me and my fellow Lavender’s nails. By the end our nails were all the same: A pretty violet color with silver sparkles. We were all so alike, calm and happy! I’d always return home, with my pretty purple nails and a warm feeling in my heart. I was so lucky to have so many Lavenders, just like me; the best of friends.

But then something changed. One of my friends began to smell different, like a syrup. My friends and I were worried, were they getting sick? They were still Lavender, they still came with us on our specials Saturdays. We still got our nails painted the same, the nail polish’s pungent scent almost making me forget about my friends ever slowly scent beginning to change. But change it did. They became a rich and creamy scent; Powerful like Lavender, in such a different way than before. They smelled like the cafe we would go to together, and all get the same iced tea. They started to smell alluring, a warmth not previously associated with the innocence of Lavender. 

They became Vanilla. Vanilla didn’t paint their nails violet like the rest of us anymore. They were now a deep monotone pink, almost red or brown. It looked lovely on them, but it wasn’t violet. It wasn’t like before. They started to order a warm tea, instead of iced like the rest of us. I didn’t understand, did they not want to be friends anymore? But Vanilla still spent time with us, just as before. They were just as calm as they had been as Lavender, maybe even more so. And yet, they became so simple. Where once they would wear beautifully elegant clothes like the rest of us they began to wear simple Solid Color shirts. Where once they held their shiny purse matching ours, now they kept everything in their pockets. It was such a simple change, and yet it unnerved me. I had no evidence of a loss of purity, and yet their scent said something was different. They were not as innocent as before, and yet I did not know what had changed. I didn’t know why anything had changed. Vanilla became our friend, despite everything that had changed. 

Why had things changed though? Was Vanilla unhappy as Lavender? Unhappy with us? I couldn’t see why, what was wrong with Lavender? My friends and I loved our elegant scent, and our purple manicures. I suppose nothing was wrong with Vanilla either. But what was so much better about it? What prompted the change? Lavender was wonderful, my friends were wonderful, I was wonderful!

Then another one of my friends began to change too. They smelled different, just as Vanilla had. I was worried; Were they sick, were they going to change too? But my friends weren’t worried like before. Instead they were asking strange and irrelevant questions. About what they were considering doing differently, considering Smelling Different. I didn’t understand. We were so concerned for Vanilla, but now they were all encouraging this change? 

My friend became Peppermint. Their scent was so cold it made me shiver. Their voice became so stern, not at all calm and pure like Lavender. They gave physical comfort much more, always greeting people with a tight hug. When before at the salon we would all sit still talking quietly with each other as our nails were polished, Peppermint would be louder. They would tell us about their day, and make humorous remarks. The manicurists would even laugh! Peppermint no longer painted their nails purple. Instead they became a bright orange, vibrant like the sun. It was nothing like their scent, contradictory. When did they become so unpredictable, so wild?! Peppermint was more restless too, could barely sit still anymore. No one else was worried that Peppermint was scared or nervous, constantly trembling. I asked Peppermint about it, in hopes maybe whatever was scaring them could be solved and they would return to Lavender. Return to normal. However they simply smiled their new sharp smile, and said they simply have lots of energy. They didn’t before. They were calm and wonderful, and now they are Energetic and Expressive. 

Things kept changing, until everything changed. My friends became Vanilla and Peppermint, Cinnamon and Roses; Citrus and Pine, Eucalyptus and Sandalwood. It made my headache, so many new scents. We were supposed to have our nails done on Saturday, and get matching violet manicures! Now everyone gets so many different colors, its a vibrant rainbow of variety. I hate it! I didn’t understand why everything was changing. I thought we were all happy as Lavender. What is driving people away from Lavender? What is making them want to have our special salon say on Sunday? What is making them want to have Juices and Smoothies instead of tea? Why has everything changed? I don’t want things to change, I want them to stay the same. If we were all happy, then why did they change? 

Why…why can’t I change with them? I’ve smelled of Lavender my whole life. I always thought it was wonderful, I always thought I was wonderful. But everyone else…they’ve become more. They’ve become more than wonderful. They’ve become Thoughtful, Energetic, Simplistic, Spiritual, Cultural, Empathetic, Humorous, Athletic….everything I can’t become. I tried. I tried to understand. I tried to change my scent. But I became frigid as Peppermint. Roses made me feel like I couldn’t move, one wrong step and I would cry. I became Sickly and dizzy as Citrus. Pine made me exhausted, I could collapse. No matter what I did, I always returned to the purple nail polish. 

I felt like a failure. I had never seen Lavender as bad, but now I couldn't see it as anything but bad. Lavender drove my friends away. Of course they’d leave Lavender behind. Its so naive, its so stuck up. Purple is so ordinary, so boring. Lavender held me back, kept me from chasing after them. They left Lavender behind. They left me behind. And try as I might, I couldn't bring myself to resent them for it. I don’t blame them for changing. I don’t blame them for going to do their nails without me. I don’t blame them for getting coffee and tea without me. I don’t belong with them anymore. They deserve someone wonderful. Not Lavender. Not me.

That’s how I felt for a while. Feeling like who I was was now bad, and helpless that I couldn’t change. Feeling like my friends didn’t want me anymore. But when you drop a dollar behind you while walking, you don’t just leave it behind. You go back for it. Because its valuable, it matters. And to my friends, I mattered. Even if I forgot that, they didn’t. What had felt like years of self hatred to me, had only been a few days. And yet it was long enough for the people I love to come to me. For them to see that I was scared and alone. 

I had become so obsessed with change, the idea of things being new, that I had forgotten something important: We weren’t just friends because we were all Lavender. We were friends because we cared about each other! Because we knew each other; what we loved, what we feared. And what we needed when we needed help. My friends knew. They will always know, because they are my friends.

But why, why are they my friends? Wasn’t I not good enough for them? Wasn’t I a Lavender, to be left behind as a distant memory of what they once were? 

No, I am not. I was not a distant memory to be left behind. I am their friend. Someone they love to study with, as I help them quietly when they are confused. I am someone they love to go shopping with, because I always find the most beautiful things to buy. I am someone who talks sweetly and calmly, as we talk about each other's days. I am someone who paints their nails a beautiful violet color, and drinks a delicious cold tea. I was Lavender. There is nothing wrong with that, and there was. 

And they weren’t Lavender. They are Vanilla, Citrus, Pine, Peppermint, and so many more. They are people I love to see movies with, because they liked so many different genres. They are people I love to eat meals with, because we all love pasta. They are people who I love to talk with because they all have so many things to say. They aren’t Lavender. There is nothing wrong with that, and there was.

All my life, I have smelled of Lavender. A deep wonderful smell, elegant and peaceful. Lavender is said to represent innocence, pure of heart. That is who I am, I am Lavender. I don’t know many other Lavenders. We aren’t alike at all, and we are the best of friends.

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Well yee theres that! I hope you all like it :))