[ and yes, ofc he's deflecting . why talk about how he's doing when he could be talking about literally anything other than how he's feeling as a result of public humiliation. ]
[There's a small pause as she tries to figure out what to say.]
Just wanted to see how you were doing after everything. You also looked like you had a few questions for me before we got caught. If you want to ask feel free to find me in one of the yards this afternoon. I'll be glad to explain things.
[ honestly? with the way everything shook out for the three of them, keith is a little relieved to know angel's still talking to him. she hadn't said anything to indicate she blamed either him or lance of course, but keith's track record of stable friendships isn't exactly great when there isn't some existential war that requires teamwork at play. ]
Hey, yourself. [ thanks for checking in, it's appreciated. ] Could ask that question right back atcha. Are you doing okay? I did want to ask you stuff about surviving in your world. Is that still okay?
[ frankly, he;s not sure how touchy of a subject angel's world is to her. frankly, dealing with allura and then later romelle, has given him an abudance of caution when it comes to the topic of home. ]
[ with the disastrous job fair now behind them, keith's since taken the time to calm down from from the fugue of rage and panic. frankly, he doesn't wholly remember who finally dragged him away from the graveyard of smashed robot bits struggling to stitch themselves back together, nor does he know exactly why he'd had such a white-knuckled grip on a corn cob dildo. the second he'd been dragged back to his cube, he'd simply fallen asleep and only upon waking late in the evening that he's had to stitch and frankenstein the event back together.
maybe an accurate recollection of the timeline doesn't even matter. what's happened has already happened. what's left is how to proceed forward and keith knows with finality that things can't fucking continue like this if this is the trajectory of the future.
so. the lighthouse had been a bust overall. having little to show for his incursion into the property, keith tries not to be overly frustrated and focus on the otherside of the forked path past the fenced off gate. it's hard to tell what it is exactly form where they are in the prison, but it looked like some kind of facility. something important. perhals the lighthouse was just a smokescreen after all and the warden had been trying to keep prying eyes away from the plant?
whatever the case may be, keith is not longer so content to simply sit still and wait for the next generation of sex robots to show up and molest them all. the last time, someone had likely snitched on him, lance and angel so this time -- this time, he'll bide his time just a little longer. wait for an hour where the majority are likely to be asleep before sneaking out to stake out the property to plan out a proper reconnaissance mission. no lance, no angel, no teammates for back up.
just him. alone. keith doesn't want to be in a nother situation where he's indirectly responsible for someone else getting punished. and yeah -- that's likely going to piss off shiro and the others, but that's only if keith gets caught sneaking around alone, right? what the paladins don't know can't hurt them.
so mind made up, keith puts on the pieces of his paladin armor and sits on the floor of his cube, cross legged to meditate quietly. ]
[ to think, shiro started off the day thinking better of their alien overlords. not significantly, no, but the job fair had given him the smallest amount of hope that they had options here. at the very least, it’s a show of freedom and choice that he didn’t receive with the galra or the druids. that counts for something? or did, up until the jnnfrs and the like went rogue. the deputies got a handle on the situation before it could get out of communal; just…it took awhile. enough time for team voltron to take a few hits.
shiro worries about all four of them. he knows pidge is dealing with a sliced leg. lance and hunk are traumatized in their own ways. and keith… – shiro has been rounding back on him the most. see, the thing is… those bots weren’t all that different from the punishment machine of a week or so ago. the packaging had been different and they were far harder to dispose of, but that’s about as far as differences go; the rest was precisely the same, especially in terms of intent. keith’s reaction to them went about as well as shiro could expect.
he’s been looping back to that twenty minute window over and over for hours: of keith wielding a dildo of all things, half crazed standing among the wreckage of machinery and technology. that hadn’t even been the most concerning part. that had been pulling keith away from that and outside. to then bring him to his cube and watch him almost immediately pass out, whether by exhaustion or self-preservation. the thing is… shiro can’t decide which aftermath had been worse: keith sprayed with aphro and pawing at shiro relentlessly or keith shuddering and shaking apart, so utterly rattled to be faced with those bots.
at least he kept his own. at least keith didn’t fall apart in the heat of battle. that’s better than what shiro’s done any time he’s faced with a brutal reminder of the dark spots in his past. isn’t about me... – he sighs and rubs at his temples, sitting there at his shitty table inside his cube, simultaneously wondering why he’s still awake while also knowing exactly why he’s still awake. maybe he should’ve stayed with keith. the kid was out before shiro could properly talk to him and now, whenever he wakes up, he’ll be disorientated, confused, panicked…?
no. he’s safe in his cube. he’ll know he’s safe. he’ll stay tucked in bed until shiro checks on him in the morning.
… in takes twelve more minutes before shiro admits to himself that he doesn’t buy that.
it’s pretty fucking dark when he exits his cube. the warden has skimped on light fixtures. it’s okay though, because shiro knows the path well to keith’s cube. to all the paladin’s cubes, really. he may not check in with them every single day for a play by play, but he has at least made a point to familiarize himself with the basics. it doesn’t take more than a few minutes to find himself at keith’s door, only for him to then wonder what the plan is from this point. knock? why? if he’s sleeping, he wants him to stay sleeping. barge in? can’t. his anklet doesn’t give him access to keith’s cube and shiro certainly isn’t going to carve out a hole in the shipping container to let himself in.
he just wants to be here when keith wakes up.
so he settles with the thought that it’s nice enough out and he’s awake enough, that standing guard isn’t too much trouble. or better yet, sitting guard. off to the side of the door, he sits on the dirt and rests his back to the cube, head tilted back to start mapping out unfamiliar clusters of stars as he waits. ]
[ keith goes over the plan multiple times in his head. after he'd slashed through the high tension barbed wire fence weeks ago, he's kept an eye on reconstruction efforts as they were and -- well, turns out they never actually repaired the fence so much as posted additional drones to guard the area. keith's been watching the activity from afar and by now he's pretty sure they adhere to a very regular and thus very exploitable rotating schedule. it shouldn't take much effort to slip through the hole when the guards are rotating shifts which should give him a solid three hours of recon time around the plant before the next shift change.
is this foolproof? no. but he's not going to attempt an infiltration of the building itself unless absolutey necessary. or if the opportunity presents itself to do so without arousing suspicion. again, he suspects the others won't like this, but he refuses to be the reason anyone else has to make another post crying to the network about their misconducts.
from within his cube, he gets up and glances at the time on his tablet. thirty minutes to go before the next scheduled shift change. it'll take far less time than that for keith to get up to the barbed wire fence, but he stands up anyway, a whole restlessness making him itch for movement. he paces from one end of his cube to the other, then feeling thoroughly unsatisfied decides to poke his head out to glances around and see if he can spot light poking through the doors of the cubes of his neighbors.
what he's not expecting is a large shadow of a man crouched by his cube door. keith flinches, instinctively, twitchily reaching for his knife before pausing, sounding confused. ]
[ True, the ghost pepper incident hadn't been his finest hour. But that only gives Jesse that much more reason to follow through on the dare he'd turned down, right? He has a reputation to redeem. ]
Hell yeah man, let's fuckin do this shit
[ And ten minutes later, he's at the shed as promised, poking at it with a vague frown. There don't seem to be any obvious weak points that he can see, but hopefully whatever Keith's idea is will get them inside without alerting the authorities. ]
keith gets maybe two nanoseconds to recover when the lady starts freaking out. so he probably owes her an explanation or three, but he's not above frowning before putting his hands up in some placating gesture of peace. ]
Look, lady. I'm not interested in hurting or doing anything else to you.
[ granted, considering the wolf's teleported them to his cube, maybe that's not wholly believable at face value but... ]
I was just trying to get you away from that creep. Who the hell is that guy anyway?
[ In some paradoxical way, the creepy mist is a welcome distraction from the strange daily life James is starting to get accustomed to in this prison. There is nothing less enthralling than day in day out talking about the sex you're expected to be having - at this point James feels like he'd gladly remain celibate for life.
So when the cemetery gates hang open in the mysterious fog, he goes into Mission Mode. Is it wise? Maybe not. Is it something else to occupy his brain? Definitely. He just has to check it out. He wishes he had any mission gear though.
And still, he is wandering through the gates, into the low visibility field awaiting him inside. Keeping himself close to gravestones as if looking for cover from gunfire, he proceeds--
and stops dead when a familiar silhouette stands in the middle of the path.
Good morning class, we have a special... a special... ah, what is... says the disoriented voice of Mrs Robinson from middle school. ]
[ there's a sum zero of anything about their current predicament that keith is fond of. from the fog so thick that he can barely see what's in front of him to the oppressive red glow from the lighthouse, keith's nerves are on high alert. adding to an already tense situation is the fact that keith apparently can't figure out where the fuck he's going.
he'd thought walking this way would mean getting back to his cube from the commissary, but somehow he's managed to miss every indication to turn left at the housing and has instead marched right past the barbed wire fence he'd cut through ages ago to end up in the cemetery. annoyed, tense and hyper vigilant, keith has his knife drawn ready to jam the pointy end right at anything that might be a threat that emerges through the roiling fog.
what he hears is a threat alright, but not the kind he was expecting.
a familiar voice from one of his old nightmares echoes in the distance, making keith freeze in place. ]
Hello?
[ the call is tentative as he starts walking towards the familiar voice. fuck, this whole set up has the fishy smell of being a d-grade horror movie trap, but how is he not supposed to investigate? but disoriented as keith is, it's not as though he gets a real say in where he's going. he takes three steps towards the sound, feels more lost than ever and then practically jumps when he all but stumbles into griffin, only narrowly avoiding an actual collision. ]
What are you doing here? Where's the lad....
[ the question dies in his mouth as keith looks a little further ahead at the face of their former junior high teacher. ]
You're late, Keith. You'll last a week at the Garrison with this kind of disrespectful behavior. Unlike James. A model student, our James is. Such a special class we have today ..
[ too bewildered to be offended, keith looks to griffin. ]
[ There is something relieving about Keith's presence, if only because Keith is not dead, because Keith is alive and annoying and-- ]
I didn't do anything--!!
[ He snaps back automatically, though the pitch of his voice betrays some panic. ]
Of course he didn't. [ says Mrs. Robinson, entirely unhelpfully.
James has a hard time taking his eyes off the woman. He hadn't thought about her much after middle school - a teacher among many. She praised him a lot and he was proud of that, but he'd always made sure to be extremely praiseworthy in front of any adult so it's not as though their old homeroom teacher had been particularly special.
It was only when the war started that she came back to the forefront of his mind. And then, it was only because her death was one of the few they could explicitly confirm. ]
... you're a ghost. You have to be. Please... return to your grave peacefully.
[ Is this what you say to a ghost? James feels as though he's reciting some stupid movie and he feels as though he also looks very stupid doing so, but what else is there to do? He doesn't know. He kind of wants to run, but that is out of the question. ]
[ getting locked up in solitary isn't exactly a first for keith, but of course it just had to be during the week that everything started going to shit, huh? with all the exaggerated stupidity going on, the looming awareness of this place being legitimately dangerous had faded a little. stupid. keith really should have known better.
perhaps the one saving grace to being in solitary is that there aren't any windows. no windows in turn means that he can't see that ominous red glow from the lighthouse -- looking, searching for him. maybe that's not a consolation at all. maybe all it's doing is keeping him from knowing when or if whatever's looking for him will make an approach. the thoughts circle like vultures above carrion, and there's little keith can do but pace the five steps forward and five steps back in his tiny cell.
focus is what keith keeps telling himself. spiraling anxiety won't help anything. back in the quantum abyss there'd been plenty of days when keith thought they'd just be doomed to wander space forever. that he'd die without ever seeing another human face ever again. it's terrifying how easily those intrusive thoughts come crawling back to the surface with minimal provocation.
shiro, the wolf, his friends -- they're all out there just beyond this one door. keith tells himself as much, knowing he'll only be in solitary for a few more days, but when there's nothing to do but sit in mist induced fear, a few days feels impossibly long. keith curls up tight in the corner, arms hugging his knnes and head bowed an. when he gets out of here, maybe he'll try and talk shiro into cuddling under the covers for a day.
if.
and who's to even say shiro would want to? shiro's been through much worse than this during his time as a galran prisoner. who's to say the guy wouldn't look at this and think weak. keith looks up, haggard and growls at nobody in particular. ]
Shut it.
needlessly long per usual. also, assume kosmo can't teleport inside the cell bc alien bs magic
[ the last time keith was whisked away by their overlords, a barely typed, though thankfully sent text had kept shiro hot on their heels. this time, it takes hours for shiro to notice. guilt is easily found in that, even though he shouldn’t be blamed for having his time and focus sucked up by the turmoil of the prison’s current state. inevitably, the need to check in with keith steals to the forefront and after a text isn’t returned, shiro does his due diligence by braving mist-laden grounds to knock on his cube's door. it’s a courtesy and a brief one at that. when the knock goes unanswered, shiro pushes forward to unlock the door via his anklet and gets himself inside.
lounging on the cot stashed at the other end of the shipping container is the space wolf, who lifts his head and stares over at shiro. ]
Hey, boy.
[ only for the wolf to lay his head back down over his paws, snuffling loudly through his snout. okay. fair. ]
You’re still mad at me, huh? [ funny, it used to be the other way around between them. ] I’m sorry I dragged you off the bed.
[ shiro’s been good. shiro’s been patient, gracious and charitable, but there are only so many mornings that he can wake up to find that his spooning spot has been overtaken, somehow, by a space wolf, before he snaps. apparently, three mornings ago had been that limit.
oh well. he isn’t here to foster a truce between him and keith’s good boy. remembering that, shiro glances around the cube, looking for a clue as to where keith may have gone. the fact that his tablet is resting there on the counter and not off somewhere with keith is concerning, he supposes. he shouldn’t look, he knows he shouldn’t, but he justifies it by telling himself he only means to check if his message has been read. if it has, that would give him some sort of timeframe of when keith had been here last. will that help him any? maybe, maybe not, but seeing as he has so very little else to go off of…
he picks up the tablet and wakes the screen, only to find a different message already open.
perhaps there’s something humorous about keith being charged with grand theft auto given their history, but no piece of shiro feels like laughing. he reads over the verdicts and skims over the community services, blocking out the majority of it to solely focus on solitary confinement. that’s where keith is right now, huh?
shiro lets out a bone-weary sigh and places down the tablet, giving himself exactly ten seconds to do nothing else except breathe. it stems the panic, squashes the disappointment, softens the frustration, and by the last exhale, he’s equipped with patience, understanding, and step-one to a plan. ]
How about we make a deal? [ he walks over to the cot, watching the wolf’s ears flick toward him, even though his head doesn’t budge. ]
I’ll reinstate your bed privileges if you bring me to Keith. That fair?
[ apparently it is, because it doesn’t take long for the wolf to lift his head, look at shiro, and then shift his weight over, craning his head close in what shiro assumes to be a hold on. he does so by placing his palm on the wolf’s forehead and then zap, they’re gone, only to materialize in familiar surroundings. shiro winces, frowning. ]
… This is my cube. [ he’s standing by his bed, watching the wolf trot across the space and wondering if the wolf got confused with the bed talk. ] We really need to work on your sense of direc– hey.
[ the wolf is up on his hind legs, big paws on the counter and nose pressed forward, bumping through the little tower of ramen boxes shiro has amassed. sharp teeth catch at one package and then the wolf swings off the counter, coming back toward shiro with the cup of noodles dangling from his mouth. ]
You want some – oh. [ it just clicks. solitary confinement isn’t known for its five star accommodations. he steps closer and takes the ramen box. ] For Keith? [ he rips back the paper container, breathing out a heh. ]
Smart pup.
[ seemingly proud, the wolf’s tongue lolls out of his mouth and his tail swishes back an’ forth, knocking against shiro’s leg as he walks by. it takes some careful maneuvering with the hot plate, but shiro gets the cup of noodles filled and heated, soon turning back to the wolf. ]
Ready?
[ the wolf butts his head to shiro’s thigh and then they’re off again. it only takes a fraction of a moment. shiro blinks a few times in quick succession and takes in the thick, non-balsa wood door in front of him, gaze settling on the small, barred window. he steps closer, face craned in close to the bars to see someone very small and very defeated. ]
Keith… hey…
[ already, his heart feels heavy. seeing keith in any sort of distress isn’t easy. he makes an attempt for a smile and the softest of teases, wanting to brighten some of the dreariness. ]
Can’t stay outta trouble, can you?
Edited (does shiro feel burning now or later, no one knows) 2022-09-01 22:37 (UTC)
[ the sudden flash of blue-white light just outside his door makes keith startle. it shouldn't because he's seen that flash before and knows exactly who comes along with it, but something about the fog is unsettling to the core and keith's head is full of horrible outcomes to even consider the fact that a friendly face has come to visit. let alone two friendly faces.
within seconds, shiro's face is at the bars of the heavy door and while that alone would have been sufficient to make keith skip beats, hearing the click of nails and paws against the floor just outside pierces straight through the spectre of loneliness permeating the cell. ]
Shiro??
[ two syllables shouldn't be able to convey the amount of hopefulness that it does, but keith staggers to his feet. for all he knows, solitary and the fog combined are doing a number on his head, but that doesn't matter. he rushes to the door, hands pushing through the bars to try and touch. of course, he only gets as far as brushing the metal and yelping as burning shoots up his arm. ]
Ah!
[ he steps away, hissing and breathing through grit teeth as he shakes his unburnt hand repeatedly. he looks up, sheepish but no less longingly. ]
.... don't you dare tell me I should have been patient.
[ shiro doesn’t know what’s going on anymore. he woke up this morning in a prison, spent the early evening in a palace, and now he’s on the grounds of an amusement park…? he’d believe he’s dreaming, except even his dreams are never quite so bizarre. as luck would have it, the switch up in prison life happens to fall on what he’s guesstimated to be keith’s birthday. dates and time are a complicated mess here; being pulled from another reality, keith is on a different time table than this place is, so can it really be said he’s one year older today? probably not, but shiro doesn’t need much convincing when it comes to lavishing keith with attention and affection, not that his supposed birthday is the only reason to today.
another month spent, this time with a full embrace of calling each other boyfriend. it’s been good. it’s gone well. shiro’s affection for keith has only deepened and he’s confident enough to believe the same can be said about keith. meaning? they’re at the end of their pact. tonight they turn off their devices, hole themselves up in bed, banish the space wolf from the premises and finally see how well their chemistry translate into their bodies moving together.
that is… if they ever find their way back to shiro’s cube.
it’s an interesting dilemma. part of him wants to return to the familiar sights of the prison because returning means his cube, his bed, and keith in it, but the other part of him enjoys the change in pace, even if what they’re given is a somewhat run down park. dilapidated in some places and outright ominous in others, the stalls, the games, the rides shouldn’t be counted on. except, shiro and keith have already taken their chances with a few of the rides, the utter disarray of his wind-wiped floof a testament to the speedrun coaster they just finished.
currently, they’re taking a break from courting death and are at a game stall, dozens upon dozens of plushies hanging above their heads. ]
I’ll sink it in a red one, just for you.
[ a quick grin to keith and then shiro is staring ahead, brow furrowing as concentration intensifies. he’s got a bucket of ping pongs clutched in his left arm and he’s standing a good three feet from the countertop. the name of the game is ball and cup bounce. essentially, he has to land a ping pong into one of the many cups after a single bounce. sounds simple enough.
except his first ball bounces off a rim. his second falls in between the cups. his third lacks power and doesn’t even clear the counter. embarrassing. ]
… Instead of logging hours in the sim, I guess I should’ve been attending dorm parties and practicing my beer pong.
[ the passage of time has been strange for keith these last couple of years. between the space-time dilatations in the quantum abyss and spending the last few months in porn prison, he's honestly lost track of the time of year on earth. he could have pointed that out to shiro when his boyfriend (?!!!) declared they should celebrate his birthday, but honestly? the idea of just having something small to celebrate between the two of them is just... nice. there hasn't been much reason to find cheer either here or back in their own realities, and a single look at the playful waggle of shiro's eyebrows had been sufficient cause to shut up and embrace the mood.
besides. if they're meant to fulfill their pact tonight, maybe relaxing with a bit of fun beforehand isn't exactly the worst idea.
by all accounts going on a date with shiro at an amusement park is completely surreal, the reality of it increasingly made funnier and more jarring by the empty, haunted atmosphere. part of him keeps wanting to giggle at the absurdity, the other part of him a little too wary to laugh too loudly because porn prison has a habit of turning chaotic and horrifying in the blink of an eye.
hard not to grin though, when shiro says he's going to win keith a prize. he squeezes shiro's hand, then steps to the side to watch each disastrous throw. ]
Heh. Even if you had gone to those parties, wouldn't you have spent the whole time sulking about not being in the flight sim?
[ nudging shiro's side with his elbow, keith reaches for a ball of his own. ]
Besides. Aren't these crazy rigged? Bet this place has some stupid rule like they'll only go into the right cup if you do something dirty with the ball.
Edited 2022-10-26 07:55 (UTC)
he's so UNSURE also this is the shortest tag i've ever written who am i
[ keith knows him all too well. it’s a pleasing thought, though not one that shiro embraces with a smile. instead, he exaggerates a huff to the nudge and makes a face at the mere suggestion that he, takashi shirogane, would be the party pooper sulking in the corner. pouting about it now isn’t exactly helping his case though, huh?
catching that late, he makes up for it by relaxing his left shoulder, to tip the bucket toward keith’s hand. a lot of good that does him. he’s right back to scrunching up his brows, his nose, his mouth, a sour, forlorn sort of noise reverberating in the back of his throat. no. no. that can’t be the key to winning this game… right? he finds himself staring at the ping pong in keith’s hand, before he looks the one in his own, rolling it back and forth between fingers and thumb. ]
I like balls, but I’m not sucking on these, if that’s what you’re getting at.
[ it’s been a rough week. shiro isn’t the type to believe in an arbitrary cut-off for a recurring time table, as though one bad week will be put behind him if he waits it out from saturday to sunday, with a fresh week starting anew with blank pages and an absence of all his prior mistakes. he’s put himself in this mess and until he cleans it up, it’s going to be bad week after bad week, because nothing feels right when he’s meant to exist with an empty, keith-shaped spot beside him.
he’s seen keith, of course, but that’s the extent of it. no shared laughter, no secretive smiles, no kissing, no holding, no fucking… – there’s an awkwardness between them now, one that doesn’t pit them as strangers to one another like a break-up would, but something edging ever closer to that. it’s bringing up some sour memories. this isn’t like his break-up to adam. it’s not a break-up at all; they’re fine. but shiro does remember that ever present, anxious feeling whenever he left his newly moved into, garrison provided single-dwelling. part worried, part annoyed at the never-ending chance of running across his ex-fiancé in the halls, the cafeteria, the officer lounge.
it’s not like that with keith, he reminds himself. the stark difference here is that he wants to see keith, even though every interaction of the past week has left him hollowed out and guilty, continually at a loss of how to rectify the misunderstanding between them. the problem here is that although he does recognize that he misspoke in an explanation that didn’t explain anything at all – we weren’t ourselves, keith – there’s also a part of him that stubbornly resists any obligation to explain himself. or god forbid, apologize.
… but hell, retiring every night to this bed that is far too large now, has weakened that resistance. he’s spent more of his life sleeping alone than he has sleeping with someone beside him, so theoretically, he should be better suited to sleeping alone. he’s not. it’s always particularly difficult to relearn how to sleep alone. frankly, he doesn’t want to relearn how to do that, because there are no words to adequately describe how wonderful it is to open his eyes each morning and find his best friend snuggled against him.
he can’t endure another morning without that. he can’t toss and turn through an entire night again, either.
if he showed up at keith’s cube right now, just as he is – empty-handed and a touch droopy-eyed from another horrid night – keith would likely accept him anyway. but shiro increases his odds by first taking a shower and then heading off to the dining hall to get some food in him. though his brain tells him he doesn’t have much of an appetite, his stomach disagrees. loudly. so he goes and he gets, settling on something quick by raiding the pastries. he specifically pilfers away a few extra, thinking that a peace offering of sugary sweetness can only help his chances of getting in the door.
turns out he’s wrong, because he never gets to keith’s cube.
see, he saw the broadcast this morning. it was concerning, of course, especially the lack of details of what is deemed punishable, but having dealt with confusing, not at all reliable rules on what these aliens deem enforceable, shiro’s decided that setting things right with keith takes far more precedence than doing the prudent thing of hunkering down in his cube.
it’s a mistake.
apparently, walking out of dining with extra food is now considered an offense. hoarder, greedy, taking more than his fair share… the sentries are not having it. and so shiro lets them lead him away. anxious, but assuming it will be little more than an inconvenience of time and a slap on the wrist, shiro cooperates all the way to some new structure that is still in the process of being built. everything after that is a whirlwind of escalating atrocities.
he probably shouldn’t have busted that first sentry that tried to rough him around into following the command of full-body stripping. the remaining sentries – and a few more that appear from somewhere – are on him shortly after that, jabbing him with something that makes everything foggy and rather pleasant after that. neutralized by a drug that makes him compliant and absent of inhibitors, shiro winds up naked shortly thereafter.
because they clap a collar on him, fasten belted ropes around him, and hook up… a contraption. if he’s so greedy for second and third helpings, then he should make no protests to whoever decides to unzip and cum dump in the funnel, right? either way, shiro’s too warm, too antsy, and too out of it to care, his muffled noises accentuated by the funnel. ]
( ooc: so the fanart but without the panties and the funnel connection is shorter? I DON'T KNOW IF THAT'S WHAT THIS FANART IS SUPPOSED TO BE but let's go with that. fanart by BlopNSFW @ twitter )
Edited (cw ok, i always forget) 2023-06-24 14:35 (UTC)
[ in less than a week, it seems as though every seam holding keith's world together is pulling apart. it all started with the confusion and heartache of dialed-back affection from shiro which has spiraled into something impossible to navigate and has bled out into the further destabilization of reparacija itself.
of course, the two events aren't causally related, but timed one after another, it's hard not to be constantly uneasy over the escalation of dreary uncertainty. they're supposed to be stronger together, weathering whatever storms come their way, but these days they sleep apart and keep conversation at such a superficial level that keith would almost prefer not talking at all.
but that isn't what keith actually wants. he wants to be with shiro, and have his boyfriend back, even though it's unbearably lonely to be in love. because yeah, sure, neither of them were in their right minds when i love you was freely traded back and forth, but keith can't pretend that it hasn't knocked something into alignment in his soul.
in some sick way, this sudden distance is familiar. keith had never been in love with the shiro from his reality, but their friendship hasn't been the same. here in prison, it feels a lot like watching history repeat itself, slow and cruel. keith hates it with ever atom in his body, but he doesn't know how to pretend or lie about his feelings the way shiro wants him to.
so maybe the newly established warden and his ominous threats are actually a blessing in disguise. surely this warrants discussion together? long after the space wolf's fallen asleep after listening to keith talk himself in mental circles, he finally gets up. armed with nothing but speculation however, keith decides he ought to go to shiro's cube with something more useful. scoping out the new construction site that's just been rushed to completion would at least be a starting point.
it's still early enough to avoid some repercussions for breaking curfew, but with limited time on his hands, keith hurriedly makes it toward the completed construction site to find a stage. having been in porn prison long enough, keith has no doubts as to why this stage was fucking built in the first place, but soon enough it's not the assortment of horrible bondage rigs that holds his attention. ]
...Shiro?
[ keith almost doesn't recognize him because this doesn't seem like something shiro would participate in. but even uncharacteristcally posed naked, bound and gagged with some stomach-churning funnel attachment, there's no mistaking that the man on stage is shiro.
heart pounding in his chest, keith forgets everything else, pushing past a crowd of ogling inmates to elbow and muscle his way onto the stage. one word -- one sign that shiro actually wants to be here, and keith swears that he'll back the fuck off and stop acting like he has any claim to shiro in anyway, but until then: ]
Shiro!
[ trying desperately not to look in the funnel to see if it's been used or not, keith instead kneels to the ground to hold his best friends' face. the eyes are all wrong. vacant, glassy, and staring -- keith finds himself unable to breathe, think or feel anything, all sensation shattered. ]
Shiro, who did this to you?
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ino. i should do better in shielding our secret fans from such eye filth
[ shiro has no concept for the passage of time. minutes, hours, days…? for all he knows, he’s become a permanent fixture on this stage. or at least, that has been his foggy mindframe for the past few hours. the drug is potent, with an onset that hits quickly, but as with everything, duration is not everlasting. the effects wane slowly, breath by breath as his system filters out the drug. faintly, he’s aware of the forming crowd at the base of the stage, but he’s yet to feel any distress for their stares and indistinguishable words. he’s numb, still; numb to anything beyond the contented buzz of his brain, the one that keeps him relaxed in his bindings.
the drug has him running hot, however. so he keeps making these soft panting sounds into the mouthpiece, feeling the lightest sheen of sweat at his nape and his forehead, neither of which he can wipe away. even that doesn’t distress him. he tries, occasionally, to lift an arm to brush the wetness away, only to remember that oh yeah, he can’t move his arms. still, he doesn’t activate his galra arm to burn through the bindings. he doesn’t even think to. he doesn’t think to do much of anything except blink slow and drowsy, staring without truly seeing as minutes continue to drag and drag…
but then keith shows up.
he hears his name a few times, but it isn’t until keith is physically in front of him, so close that shiro can do nothing other than see him, that shiro finally remembers how to do something more than pant. he whines, instead.
keith. keith. he knows this boy. he loves this boy. everything is wonderful and safe and wanted when he is with keith. his brain may be too cotton-stuffed to process much of anything, but he doesn’t need to consciously think that through to know it. keith is here, which means here is where shiro wants to be.
the hands on his face are good. so good. briefly, shiro’s eyes slide shut and he sways into those hands, grabbling something that sounds suspiciously close to keith’s name. eyes reopen and even with them remaining glassy and void of sharp awareness, a hint of determination settles into his features. for the first time in hours, he shifts his body, trying to wriggle in his bindings to get closer to keith: he lean against, to bury against, to be as close as keith will allow him to be.
… which doesn’t go over well with the two sentries at the other end of the stage, which turn and begin advancing. if keith isn’t here to use the funnel, then his access to the stage is to be revoked. ]
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Hope you're having a super duper day! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*.✧
I wuv youuuuuu
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okay but seriously
Are you doing okay?
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sure i shouldn't be asking if you're ok?
[ and yes, ofc he's deflecting . why talk about how he's doing when he could be talking about literally anything other than how he's feeling as a result of public humiliation. ]
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Just want to know if you're resting well. Are you sore?
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[There's a small pause as she tries to figure out what to say.]
Just wanted to see how you were doing after everything. You also looked like you had a few questions for me before we got caught. If you want to ask feel free to find me in one of the yards this afternoon. I'll be glad to explain things.
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Hey, yourself. [ thanks for checking in, it's appreciated. ] Could ask that question right back atcha. Are you doing okay? I did want to ask you stuff about surviving in your world. Is that still okay?
[ frankly, he;s not sure how touchy of a subject angel's world is to her. frankly, dealing with allura and then later romelle, has given him an abudance of caution when it comes to the topic of home. ]
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[You can almost hear her shrug.]
I am a survivor. Solitary is wasn't too bad. I've been stuck alone for longer before though I do miss my dog.
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> shiro (post may job fair)
maybe an accurate recollection of the timeline doesn't even matter. what's happened has already happened. what's left is how to proceed forward and keith knows with finality that things can't fucking continue like this if this is the trajectory of the future.
so. the lighthouse had been a bust overall. having little to show for his incursion into the property, keith tries not to be overly frustrated and focus on the otherside of the forked path past the fenced off gate. it's hard to tell what it is exactly form where they are in the prison, but it looked like some kind of facility. something important. perhals the lighthouse was just a smokescreen after all and the warden had been trying to keep prying eyes away from the plant?
whatever the case may be, keith is not longer so content to simply sit still and wait for the next generation of sex robots to show up and molest them all. the last time, someone had likely snitched on him, lance and angel so this time -- this time, he'll bide his time just a little longer. wait for an hour where the majority are likely to be asleep before sneaking out to stake out the property to plan out a proper reconnaissance mission. no lance, no angel, no teammates for back up.
just him. alone. keith doesn't want to be in a nother situation where he's indirectly responsible for someone else getting punished. and yeah -- that's likely going to piss off shiro and the others, but that's only if keith gets caught sneaking around alone, right? what the paladins don't know can't hurt them.
so mind made up, keith puts on the pieces of his paladin armor and sits on the floor of his cube, cross legged to meditate quietly. ]
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shiro worries about all four of them. he knows pidge is dealing with a sliced leg. lance and hunk are traumatized in their own ways. and keith… – shiro has been rounding back on him the most. see, the thing is… those bots weren’t all that different from the punishment machine of a week or so ago. the packaging had been different and they were far harder to dispose of, but that’s about as far as differences go; the rest was precisely the same, especially in terms of intent. keith’s reaction to them went about as well as shiro could expect.
he’s been looping back to that twenty minute window over and over for hours: of keith wielding a dildo of all things, half crazed standing among the wreckage of machinery and technology. that hadn’t even been the most concerning part. that had been pulling keith away from that and outside. to then bring him to his cube and watch him almost immediately pass out, whether by exhaustion or self-preservation. the thing is… shiro can’t decide which aftermath had been worse: keith sprayed with aphro and pawing at shiro relentlessly or keith shuddering and shaking apart, so utterly rattled to be faced with those bots.
at least he kept his own. at least keith didn’t fall apart in the heat of battle. that’s better than what shiro’s done any time he’s faced with a brutal reminder of the dark spots in his past. isn’t about me... – he sighs and rubs at his temples, sitting there at his shitty table inside his cube, simultaneously wondering why he’s still awake while also knowing exactly why he’s still awake. maybe he should’ve stayed with keith. the kid was out before shiro could properly talk to him and now, whenever he wakes up, he’ll be disorientated, confused, panicked…?
no. he’s safe in his cube. he’ll know he’s safe. he’ll stay tucked in bed until shiro checks on him in the morning.
… in takes twelve more minutes before shiro admits to himself that he doesn’t buy that.
it’s pretty fucking dark when he exits his cube. the warden has skimped on light fixtures. it’s okay though, because shiro knows the path well to keith’s cube. to all the paladin’s cubes, really. he may not check in with them every single day for a play by play, but he has at least made a point to familiarize himself with the basics. it doesn’t take more than a few minutes to find himself at keith’s door, only for him to then wonder what the plan is from this point. knock? why? if he’s sleeping, he wants him to stay sleeping. barge in? can’t. his anklet doesn’t give him access to keith’s cube and shiro certainly isn’t going to carve out a hole in the shipping container to let himself in.
he just wants to be here when keith wakes up.
so he settles with the thought that it’s nice enough out and he’s awake enough, that standing guard isn’t too much trouble. or better yet, sitting guard. off to the side of the door, he sits on the dirt and rests his back to the cube, head tilted back to start mapping out unfamiliar clusters of stars as he waits. ]
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is this foolproof? no. but he's not going to attempt an infiltration of the building itself unless absolutey necessary. or if the opportunity presents itself to do so without arousing suspicion. again, he suspects the others won't like this, but he refuses to be the reason anyone else has to make another post crying to the network about their misconducts.
from within his cube, he gets up and glances at the time on his tablet. thirty minutes to go before the next scheduled shift change. it'll take far less time than that for keith to get up to the barbed wire fence, but he stands up anyway, a whole restlessness making him itch for movement. he paces from one end of his cube to the other, then feeling thoroughly unsatisfied decides to poke his head out to glances around and see if he can spot light poking through the doors of the cubes of his neighbors.
what he's not expecting is a large shadow of a man crouched by his cube door. keith flinches, instinctively, twitchily reaching for his knife before pausing, sounding confused. ]
Shiro?
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ok im assuming w the armor helpfulness, tell me if this isn't what you had in mind
how dare you assume
i'm sorry i didn't assume shiro helping keith strip completely
o-oh. suddenly so bold....!
i just now realized shiro was last holding the tablet and i forgot about it
haha i assumed he put the tablet down
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Still up for busting that truck out?
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course i'm still up for that
let's meet up by the shed in 10?
i got an idea
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Hell yeah man, let's fuckin do this shit
[ And ten minutes later, he's at the shed as promised, poking at it with a vague frown. There don't seem to be any obvious weak points that he can see, but hopefully whatever Keith's idea is will get them inside without alerting the authorities. ]
jesus i'm sorry about the late on this
no problem!
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keith gets maybe two nanoseconds to recover when the lady starts freaking out. so he probably owes her an explanation or three, but he's not above frowning before putting his hands up in some placating gesture of peace. ]
Look, lady. I'm not interested in hurting or doing anything else to you.
[ granted, considering the wolf's teleported them to his cube, maybe that's not wholly believable at face value but... ]
I was just trying to get you away from that creep. Who the hell is that guy anyway?
action, call of the wind event
So when the cemetery gates hang open in the mysterious fog, he goes into Mission Mode. Is it wise? Maybe not. Is it something else to occupy his brain? Definitely. He just has to check it out. He wishes he had any mission gear though.
And still, he is wandering through the gates, into the low visibility field awaiting him inside. Keeping himself close to gravestones as if looking for cover from gunfire, he proceeds--
and stops dead when a familiar silhouette stands in the middle of the path.
Good morning class, we have a special... a special... ah, what is... says the disoriented voice of Mrs Robinson from middle school. ]
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he'd thought walking this way would mean getting back to his cube from the commissary, but somehow he's managed to miss every indication to turn left at the housing and has instead marched right past the barbed wire fence he'd cut through ages ago to end up in the cemetery. annoyed, tense and hyper vigilant, keith has his knife drawn ready to jam the pointy end right at anything that might be a threat that emerges through the roiling fog.
what he hears is a threat alright, but not the kind he was expecting.
a familiar voice from one of his old nightmares echoes in the distance, making keith freeze in place. ]
Hello?
[ the call is tentative as he starts walking towards the familiar voice. fuck, this whole set up has the fishy smell of being a d-grade horror movie trap, but how is he not supposed to investigate? but disoriented as keith is, it's not as though he gets a real say in where he's going. he takes three steps towards the sound, feels more lost than ever and then practically jumps when he all but stumbles into griffin, only narrowly avoiding an actual collision. ]
What are you doing here? Where's the lad....
[ the question dies in his mouth as keith looks a little further ahead at the face of their former junior high teacher. ]
You're late, Keith. You'll last a week at the Garrison with this kind of disrespectful behavior. Unlike James. A model student, our James is. Such a special class we have today ..
[ too bewildered to be offended, keith looks to griffin. ]
The hell did you do?
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I didn't do anything--!!
[ He snaps back automatically, though the pitch of his voice betrays some panic. ]
Of course he didn't. [ says Mrs. Robinson, entirely unhelpfully.
James has a hard time taking his eyes off the woman. He hadn't thought about her much after middle school - a teacher among many. She praised him a lot and he was proud of that, but he'd always made sure to be extremely praiseworthy in front of any adult so it's not as though their old homeroom teacher had been particularly special.
It was only when the war started that she came back to the forefront of his mind. And then, it was only because her death was one of the few they could explicitly confirm. ]
... you're a ghost. You have to be. Please... return to your grave peacefully.
[ Is this what you say to a ghost? James feels as though he's reciting some stupid movie and he feels as though he also looks very stupid doing so, but what else is there to do? He doesn't know. He kind of wants to run, but that is out of the question. ]
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Shiro / August Event
perhaps the one saving grace to being in solitary is that there aren't any windows. no windows in turn means that he can't see that ominous red glow from the lighthouse -- looking, searching for him. maybe that's not a consolation at all. maybe all it's doing is keeping him from knowing when or if whatever's looking for him will make an approach. the thoughts circle like vultures above carrion, and there's little keith can do but pace the five steps forward and five steps back in his tiny cell.
focus is what keith keeps telling himself. spiraling anxiety won't help anything. back in the quantum abyss there'd been plenty of days when keith thought they'd just be doomed to wander space forever. that he'd die without ever seeing another human face ever again. it's terrifying how easily those intrusive thoughts come crawling back to the surface with minimal provocation.
shiro, the wolf, his friends -- they're all out there just beyond this one door. keith tells himself as much, knowing he'll only be in solitary for a few more days, but when there's nothing to do but sit in mist induced fear, a few days feels impossibly long. keith curls up tight in the corner, arms hugging his knnes and head bowed an. when he gets out of here, maybe he'll try and talk shiro into cuddling under the covers for a day.
if.
and who's to even say shiro would want to? shiro's been through much worse than this during his time as a galran prisoner. who's to say the guy wouldn't look at this and think weak. keith looks up, haggard and growls at nobody in particular. ]
Shut it.
needlessly long per usual. also, assume kosmo can't teleport inside the cell bc alien bs magic
lounging on the cot stashed at the other end of the shipping container is the space wolf, who lifts his head and stares over at shiro. ]
Hey, boy.
[ only for the wolf to lay his head back down over his paws, snuffling loudly through his snout. okay. fair. ]
You’re still mad at me, huh? [ funny, it used to be the other way around between them. ] I’m sorry I dragged you off the bed.
[ shiro’s been good. shiro’s been patient, gracious and charitable, but there are only so many mornings that he can wake up to find that his spooning spot has been overtaken, somehow, by a space wolf, before he snaps. apparently, three mornings ago had been that limit.
oh well. he isn’t here to foster a truce between him and keith’s good boy. remembering that, shiro glances around the cube, looking for a clue as to where keith may have gone. the fact that his tablet is resting there on the counter and not off somewhere with keith is concerning, he supposes. he shouldn’t look, he knows he shouldn’t, but he justifies it by telling himself he only means to check if his message has been read. if it has, that would give him some sort of timeframe of when keith had been here last. will that help him any? maybe, maybe not, but seeing as he has so very little else to go off of…
he picks up the tablet and wakes the screen, only to find a different message already open.
misconduct.
misconduct.
ah. again?
perhaps there’s something humorous about keith being charged with grand theft auto given their history, but no piece of shiro feels like laughing. he reads over the verdicts and skims over the community services, blocking out the majority of it to solely focus on solitary confinement. that’s where keith is right now, huh?
shiro lets out a bone-weary sigh and places down the tablet, giving himself exactly ten seconds to do nothing else except breathe. it stems the panic, squashes the disappointment, softens the frustration, and by the last exhale, he’s equipped with patience, understanding, and step-one to a plan. ]
How about we make a deal? [ he walks over to the cot, watching the wolf’s ears flick toward him, even though his head doesn’t budge. ]
I’ll reinstate your bed privileges if you bring me to Keith. That fair?
[ apparently it is, because it doesn’t take long for the wolf to lift his head, look at shiro, and then shift his weight over, craning his head close in what shiro assumes to be a hold on. he does so by placing his palm on the wolf’s forehead and then zap, they’re gone, only to materialize in familiar surroundings. shiro winces, frowning. ]
… This is my cube. [ he’s standing by his bed, watching the wolf trot across the space and wondering if the wolf got confused with the bed talk. ] We really need to work on your sense of direc– hey.
[ the wolf is up on his hind legs, big paws on the counter and nose pressed forward, bumping through the little tower of ramen boxes shiro has amassed. sharp teeth catch at one package and then the wolf swings off the counter, coming back toward shiro with the cup of noodles dangling from his mouth. ]
You want some – oh. [ it just clicks. solitary confinement isn’t known for its five star accommodations. he steps closer and takes the ramen box. ] For Keith? [ he rips back the paper container, breathing out a heh. ]
Smart pup.
[ seemingly proud, the wolf’s tongue lolls out of his mouth and his tail swishes back an’ forth, knocking against shiro’s leg as he walks by. it takes some careful maneuvering with the hot plate, but shiro gets the cup of noodles filled and heated, soon turning back to the wolf. ]
Ready?
[ the wolf butts his head to shiro’s thigh and then they’re off again. it only takes a fraction of a moment. shiro blinks a few times in quick succession and takes in the thick, non-balsa wood door in front of him, gaze settling on the small, barred window. he steps closer, face craned in close to the bars to see someone very small and very defeated. ]
Keith… hey…
[ already, his heart feels heavy. seeing keith in any sort of distress isn’t easy. he makes an attempt for a smile and the softest of teases, wanting to brighten some of the dreariness. ]
Can’t stay outta trouble, can you?
schrodingers burning
within seconds, shiro's face is at the bars of the heavy door and while that alone would have been sufficient to make keith skip beats, hearing the click of nails and paws against the floor just outside pierces straight through the spectre of loneliness permeating the cell. ]
Shiro??
[ two syllables shouldn't be able to convey the amount of hopefulness that it does, but keith staggers to his feet. for all he knows, solitary and the fog combined are doing a number on his head, but that doesn't matter. he rushes to the door, hands pushing through the bars to try and touch. of course, he only gets as far as brushing the metal and yelping as burning shoots up his arm. ]
Ah!
[ he steps away, hissing and breathing through grit teeth as he shakes his unburnt hand repeatedly. he looks up, sheepish but no less longingly. ]
.... don't you dare tell me I should have been patient.
just. the ghosts flipped a switch and now all is in effect. gl lost, hunted, burning, naked keith
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ftr, this is so stupid
you say this like most of our threads arent stupid
fair point
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OCTOBER EVENT; amusement park.
another month spent, this time with a full embrace of calling each other boyfriend. it’s been good. it’s gone well. shiro’s affection for keith has only deepened and he’s confident enough to believe the same can be said about keith. meaning? they’re at the end of their pact. tonight they turn off their devices, hole themselves up in bed, banish the space wolf from the premises and finally see how well their chemistry translate into their bodies moving together.
that is… if they ever find their way back to shiro’s cube.
it’s an interesting dilemma. part of him wants to return to the familiar sights of the prison because returning means his cube, his bed, and keith in it, but the other part of him enjoys the change in pace, even if what they’re given is a somewhat run down park. dilapidated in some places and outright ominous in others, the stalls, the games, the rides shouldn’t be counted on. except, shiro and keith have already taken their chances with a few of the rides, the utter disarray of his wind-wiped floof a testament to the speedrun coaster they just finished.
currently, they’re taking a break from courting death and are at a game stall, dozens upon dozens of plushies hanging above their heads. ]
I’ll sink it in a red one, just for you.
[ a quick grin to keith and then shiro is staring ahead, brow furrowing as concentration intensifies. he’s got a bucket of ping pongs clutched in his left arm and he’s standing a good three feet from the countertop. the name of the game is ball and cup bounce. essentially, he has to land a ping pong into one of the many cups after a single bounce. sounds simple enough.
except his first ball bounces off a rim. his second falls in between the cups. his third lacks power and doesn’t even clear the counter. embarrassing. ]
… Instead of logging hours in the sim, I guess I should’ve been attending dorm parties and practicing my beer pong.
that icon always makes me laugh
besides. if they're meant to fulfill their pact tonight, maybe relaxing with a bit of fun beforehand isn't exactly the worst idea.
by all accounts going on a date with shiro at an amusement park is completely surreal, the reality of it increasingly made funnier and more jarring by the empty, haunted atmosphere. part of him keeps wanting to giggle at the absurdity, the other part of him a little too wary to laugh too loudly because porn prison has a habit of turning chaotic and horrifying in the blink of an eye.
hard not to grin though, when shiro says he's going to win keith a prize. he squeezes shiro's hand, then steps to the side to watch each disastrous throw. ]
Heh. Even if you had gone to those parties, wouldn't you have spent the whole time sulking about not being in the flight sim?
[ nudging shiro's side with his elbow, keith reaches for a ball of his own. ]
Besides. Aren't these crazy rigged? Bet this place has some stupid rule like they'll only go into the right cup if you do something dirty with the ball.
he's so UNSURE also this is the shortest tag i've ever written who am i
catching that late, he makes up for it by relaxing his left shoulder, to tip the bucket toward keith’s hand. a lot of good that does him. he’s right back to scrunching up his brows, his nose, his mouth, a sour, forlorn sort of noise reverberating in the back of his throat. no. no. that can’t be the key to winning this game… right? he finds himself staring at the ping pong in keith’s hand, before he looks the one in his own, rolling it back and forth between fingers and thumb. ]
I like balls, but I’m not sucking on these, if that’s what you’re getting at.
YEHA WHO ARE YOU, you imposter
I DON'T KNOW ANYMORE. this is also shortish. what is happening.
yeah who are you. HOW SUS.
I AM NOT A SEAL. also, i'm still scarred by that animatronic.
but it makes sense!! tl;dr so hard to type with flippers.... best flop away from the animatronic!
i'm no longer speaking to you
.... oh.
.... you know i don't mean it.
don't you :c
you are a bean that i cherish ok
oh. okay then c:
THE VERY BEST BEAN. it's not even midnight wow
YEAH WOW. idk what to do with forbidden pre midnight praise
i'm surprised the world hasn't ended
don't jinx it!!
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this isn't breaskfast porn sadly. it's more like brunch porn.
how dare you
now i just gotta do the seven hobbit meal times
YELLS. i guess that's good motivation to bury you properly this weekend
/insert gif of doggo tapping his paws
.... i can see this gif so clearly in my mind
it's the appropriate gif to welcome maru tags
bless that pupper...
there are so many good doggo gifs, i'm still laughing about the floppy seal doggo
i love that doggo with all my heart LOL
I CAN'T FIND HIM. i forgot what keywords i searched with
happy paw tapping dog!!!
i wish to adopt all these dogs.
i would also like a house of happy paw tap doggos
every one would love this... except shiro, apparently
shiro's heart is a black hole....
excuse you, shiro's heart is full of keith
is it? i thought his heart is where he keeps his gator jokes
no no. different shiro. noct shiro has gator jokes, keith, the babies & more keith stuffed in there
noct shiro is a sweet pie....
... until clones are brought up
/closes eyes
it's fine. they're fine and the babies will be fine.
i remain nervous about this
i still laugh-cringe about them renting a hotel room to fight
listen hey cant distress the babies.
true. they cant fight either with bitchface yowling
yea can't have shiro distracted by pavlovian reflex to fetch doritos
he doesn't want her to waste away again 8c
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JUNE EVENT; cw: linked fanart is racy bondage??
he’s seen keith, of course, but that’s the extent of it. no shared laughter, no secretive smiles, no kissing, no holding, no fucking… – there’s an awkwardness between them now, one that doesn’t pit them as strangers to one another like a break-up would, but something edging ever closer to that. it’s bringing up some sour memories. this isn’t like his break-up to adam. it’s not a break-up at all; they’re fine. but shiro does remember that ever present, anxious feeling whenever he left his newly moved into, garrison provided single-dwelling. part worried, part annoyed at the never-ending chance of running across his ex-fiancé in the halls, the cafeteria, the officer lounge.
it’s not like that with keith, he reminds himself. the stark difference here is that he wants to see keith, even though every interaction of the past week has left him hollowed out and guilty, continually at a loss of how to rectify the misunderstanding between them. the problem here is that although he does recognize that he misspoke in an explanation that didn’t explain anything at all – we weren’t ourselves, keith – there’s also a part of him that stubbornly resists any obligation to explain himself. or god forbid, apologize.
… but hell, retiring every night to this bed that is far too large now, has weakened that resistance. he’s spent more of his life sleeping alone than he has sleeping with someone beside him, so theoretically, he should be better suited to sleeping alone. he’s not. it’s always particularly difficult to relearn how to sleep alone. frankly, he doesn’t want to relearn how to do that, because there are no words to adequately describe how wonderful it is to open his eyes each morning and find his best friend snuggled against him.
he can’t endure another morning without that. he can’t toss and turn through an entire night again, either.
if he showed up at keith’s cube right now, just as he is – empty-handed and a touch droopy-eyed from another horrid night – keith would likely accept him anyway. but shiro increases his odds by first taking a shower and then heading off to the dining hall to get some food in him. though his brain tells him he doesn’t have much of an appetite, his stomach disagrees. loudly. so he goes and he gets, settling on something quick by raiding the pastries. he specifically pilfers away a few extra, thinking that a peace offering of sugary sweetness can only help his chances of getting in the door.
turns out he’s wrong, because he never gets to keith’s cube.
see, he saw the broadcast this morning. it was concerning, of course, especially the lack of details of what is deemed punishable, but having dealt with confusing, not at all reliable rules on what these aliens deem enforceable, shiro’s decided that setting things right with keith takes far more precedence than doing the prudent thing of hunkering down in his cube.
it’s a mistake.
apparently, walking out of dining with extra food is now considered an offense. hoarder, greedy, taking more than his fair share… the sentries are not having it. and so shiro lets them lead him away. anxious, but assuming it will be little more than an inconvenience of time and a slap on the wrist, shiro cooperates all the way to some new structure that is still in the process of being built. everything after that is a whirlwind of escalating atrocities.
he probably shouldn’t have busted that first sentry that tried to rough him around into following the command of full-body stripping. the remaining sentries – and a few more that appear from somewhere – are on him shortly after that, jabbing him with something that makes everything foggy and rather pleasant after that. neutralized by a drug that makes him compliant and absent of inhibitors, shiro winds up naked shortly thereafter.
mostly.
because they clap a collar on him, fasten belted ropes around him, and hook up… a contraption. if he’s so greedy for second and third helpings, then he should make no protests to whoever decides to unzip and cum dump in the funnel, right? either way, shiro’s too warm, too antsy, and too out of it to care, his muffled noises accentuated by the funnel. ]
( ooc: so the fanart but without the panties and the funnel connection is shorter? I DON'T KNOW IF THAT'S WHAT THIS FANART IS SUPPOSED TO BE but let's go with that. fanart by BlopNSFW @ twitter )
how dare
of course, the two events aren't causally related, but timed one after another, it's hard not to be constantly uneasy over the escalation of dreary uncertainty. they're supposed to be stronger together, weathering whatever storms come their way, but these days they sleep apart and keep conversation at such a superficial level that keith would almost prefer not talking at all.
but that isn't what keith actually wants. he wants to be with shiro, and have his boyfriend back, even though it's unbearably lonely to be in love. because yeah, sure, neither of them were in their right minds when i love you was freely traded back and forth, but keith can't pretend that it hasn't knocked something into alignment in his soul.
in some sick way, this sudden distance is familiar. keith had never been in love with the shiro from his reality, but their friendship hasn't been the same. here in prison, it feels a lot like watching history repeat itself, slow and cruel. keith hates it with ever atom in his body, but he doesn't know how to pretend or lie about his feelings the way shiro wants him to.
so maybe the newly established warden and his ominous threats are actually a blessing in disguise. surely this warrants discussion together? long after the space wolf's fallen asleep after listening to keith talk himself in mental circles, he finally gets up. armed with nothing but speculation however, keith decides he ought to go to shiro's cube with something more useful. scoping out the new construction site that's just been rushed to completion would at least be a starting point.
it's still early enough to avoid some repercussions for breaking curfew, but with limited time on his hands, keith hurriedly makes it toward the completed construction site to find a stage. having been in porn prison long enough, keith has no doubts as to why this stage was fucking built in the first place, but soon enough it's not the assortment of horrible bondage rigs that holds his attention. ]
...Shiro?
[ keith almost doesn't recognize him because this doesn't seem like something shiro would participate in. but even uncharacteristcally posed naked, bound and gagged with some stomach-churning funnel attachment, there's no mistaking that the man on stage is shiro.
heart pounding in his chest, keith forgets everything else, pushing past a crowd of ogling inmates to elbow and muscle his way onto the stage. one word -- one sign that shiro actually wants to be here, and keith swears that he'll back the fuck off and stop acting like he has any claim to shiro in anyway, but until then: ]
Shiro!
[ trying desperately not to look in the funnel to see if it's been used or not, keith instead kneels to the ground to hold his best friends' face. the eyes are all wrong. vacant, glassy, and staring -- keith finds himself unable to breathe, think or feel anything, all sensation shattered. ]
Shiro, who did this to you?
ino. i should do better in shielding our secret fans from such eye filth
the drug has him running hot, however. so he keeps making these soft panting sounds into the mouthpiece, feeling the lightest sheen of sweat at his nape and his forehead, neither of which he can wipe away. even that doesn’t distress him. he tries, occasionally, to lift an arm to brush the wetness away, only to remember that oh yeah, he can’t move his arms. still, he doesn’t activate his galra arm to burn through the bindings. he doesn’t even think to. he doesn’t think to do much of anything except blink slow and drowsy, staring without truly seeing as minutes continue to drag and drag…
but then keith shows up.
he hears his name a few times, but it isn’t until keith is physically in front of him, so close that shiro can do nothing other than see him, that shiro finally remembers how to do something more than pant. he whines, instead.
keith. keith. he knows this boy. he loves this boy. everything is wonderful and safe and wanted when he is with keith. his brain may be too cotton-stuffed to process much of anything, but he doesn’t need to consciously think that through to know it. keith is here, which means here is where shiro wants to be.
the hands on his face are good. so good. briefly, shiro’s eyes slide shut and he sways into those hands, grabbling something that sounds suspiciously close to keith’s name. eyes reopen and even with them remaining glassy and void of sharp awareness, a hint of determination settles into his features. for the first time in hours, he shifts his body, trying to wriggle in his bindings to get closer to keith: he lean against, to bury against, to be as close as keith will allow him to be.
… which doesn’t go over well with the two sentries at the other end of the stage, which turn and begin advancing. if keith isn’t here to use the funnel, then his access to the stage is to be revoked. ]
/gets the shame bell
DON'T YOU START REPEATING SHAME AT ME
i suppose you are a good bean who doesn't deserve this... (cw: nsfw image link)
i would screenshot good bean but everything else about the screenshot would be incriminating
LOL the secret to uncappable compliments...
i don't even remember what the compliment was at this point... should've capped it
it's in the subject lines!!
you expect me to scroll???
ah yes... the effort...
don't judge my laziness
i accept you okok
good bc we are glued
glued, taped, brainlinked.... gosh LOL
IS THIS A BAD THING
I SUPPOSE NOT.
YOU DONT SOUND ENTHUSED, which will only anger the brainlink
SCREAMING?!
shhhh everything is fine. we get to have good food today
._. !!!!!!!!
ROFL it's so sad... i'm still laughing/crying over the chances of that happening
/kicks the universe another time
IT'S OKAY THO. in a few days...
MANN HOW HAS IT BEEN MONTHS...
holy crap, it really has been months LOL
/o\
i'm still gutted over keith's thoughts ._.
shhh, he'll be fine. eventally
it's been three years of hating that word. i continue to hate it.
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i feel like nothing happens in this tag l:
shiro is thinking!!!
and now keith is thinking, but thinking stupidly
..... listen.
stop questioning, daddy, keef
no daddy while the woof is eating :/
kosmo better eat faster then
kosmo will lol wolf down his snack ....
... THAT WAS SUCH A SHIRO JOKE
I KNOW YOU LAUGHED.
YOU CANNOT PROVE!!!!!!!!!!