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icoldcappuccino · 30 days
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Llegué a la conclusión de que amo a Antok y a Kolivan y que necesito verlos siendo lindos y familiares, los adoro y la gente de Ao3 me ha alimentando con un montón de headcanons de ellos, y como no pienso matarme con el canon, acá La espada de Marmora vive (Ulaz, Thace, Antok, Regris) y Antok y Kolivan tienen un hijo que se llama Mako
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Antok es un gigante que piensa que su hijo es muy pequeño, Kolivan intenta que entienda que Antok solo es muy grande en comparación
Lo tuvieron casi al final de la guerra así que nació sano y en época de paz(??)
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Keith es un tío orgulloso y Lance conciente al niño cuando lo ve, y deja que juegue con sus propios hijos cuando no están ocupados en el espacio
(tengo más de estos, pero este es mi fav, eventualmente dibujare a Allura y a Romelle lo prometo)
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graphx · 4 months
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Hiraeth!Keith oneshot (1)
read it all here!
trigger warnings// suicidal ideologies, war, blood, injury etc. (general Blade of Marmora stuff)
“GIVE IT BACK!”
Kolivan effortlessly dodged once again, Keith’s new sword that felt wrong in his hands barely grazing the long braid he wore that hung behind him. He adjusted his grip with a twist of his wrist but Kolivan simply backhanded him away, his strike not even grazing him.
“Emotions are a luxury we can’t afford,” Kolivan warned as he unbalanced Keith with a simple kick to the back of his knees. “You are attached to this blade; it is all you have left of your world. But that planet is gone, nothing but dust and rubble lost to the empty expanse of space. You must accept that if you are to survive here.”
His bones ached and throbbed but he still got to his feet, charging again like it was second nature. Kolivan punched him and he couldn’t tell where, the impact feeling all too similar to the rest of his body which he was sure was becoming a giant bruise.
With every hit he learned to roll with the impact better, getting up faster and faster, not allowing Kolivan a second to breathe. He punched while he deflected Kolivan’s weapon and missed. He kicked before he striked, learning and adapting based on what he saw Kolivan do. Not that it mattered. Keith hadn’t even managed to land one hit.
Keith had been told all his life by his father that he could do anything if he just set his mind to it. His dad had never lied before but Keith was starting to doubt it all the same. He wanted more than anything in the world, no the universe, to beat Kolivan, to get his knife, the only thing he had left, back and he would spill as much blood as he needed to get it back-
He had convinced himself that the reason he was failing was because this knife wasn’t his, it was similar but wrong, it fit into his hand wrong, it set against his belt wrong, it was too heavy and too light and at the same time, and it was all wrong. Kolivan could be beaten, he could escape, he could go back to a home that wasn’t there if he could just win but that was wrong too.
Keith could listen to his dad’s raspy voice again if he could hit harder. He could watch the sky bleed from twilight to dusk again on the porch if he could just move faster. He could feel wind in his hair and the ground rushing past him on his dad’s bike if he could just win.
A daze had taken over him, a delusional obsession deep in his gut that he believed with every fiber of his being that if he just did enough he could go home. He didn’t want to remember the fleets blocking out the sky, his father’s panicked voice, the tremors shaking the ground, the running, the smoke, the fire illuminating the blue glow of two crescents beneath cheeks as blood mixed with ash and his knife gleamed a little duller.
He had run away from it all, taken to a ship he didn’t recognize, pressed against people he didn’t know, drowning on dry land trying to breathe above the crowd towering over him-
And then Kolivan was there, a firm presence at his side that was wrong. It shouldn’t have been claws against his shoulder, it should have been his dad’s calloused hands. It shouldn’t be a pale multicolored face with a scar that ran down the side, it should have been his father’s with a nick above his eyebrow. He wanted to run, to feel sand under his feet, and run away as fast and far as he could because everything was wrong and nothing was going to change that. 
More than anything he was angry. More than that he was exhausted and he couldn’t run from that anymore as he sank to his knees, gasping for breath. It was a tiny rebellion, to show emotion when Kolivan had just told him not to. He glared up at him with all the fury his soul could produce, only for the taller Galran to kneel beside him.
“What do you want, Keith?” Kolivan asked indifferently, observing him with golden eyes.
“...I want my knife… back… it’s not… yours!” Keith heaved, scrambling to his knees.
“If you defeat me your weapon will be returned to you. But you must first learn how to defeat me. Knowledge is greater than power.” Kolivan stated so nonchalantly like it was simple. “You are powerful, you have survived through many endeavors, but you still cannot win. But you still must do what needs to be done.”
Keith’s gaze followed Kolivan’s blade as he dropped it, the sound echoing as soon as it hit the floor. He stared up in disbelief but he only waited. Keith watched the Blade lose its glow, no longer in Kolivan’s grasp. The insignia in the crossguard grew dark as he looked on impassively, waiting for the action Keith would take.
“You should have killed me by now,” Kolivan said calmly, like he knew Keith wouldn’t move. It snapped him from his shock, lunging for the hilt and crossing it with his own to rest barely an inch from Kolivan’s neck. Humiliation burned under his skin that he had to bend over to reach his height, but he still didn’t move, eyes not leaving Keith’s.
“You are granting me mercy. That was your first mistake,” Kolivan’s form blurred right in front of him and he didn’t even get the chance to nick him as Kolivan swept his legs out from under him. His stance mirrored the one Keith had taken not seconds ago, both swords hovering over his neck. Keith glared down at the swords, meeting Kolivan’s stare without flinching. It wasn’t like he had anything to lose.
“You are not powerful enough to grant mercy. You must permanently deal with your enemies to ensure they don’t hurt you or anyone else. Power is the ability to choose. The Blade of Marmora doesn’t have that option.” Kolivan lowered his sword. “Neither do you.”
Keith was quiet, no longer meeting his eyes. He only heard Kolivan sheath his own blade before setting down Keith’s own.
“Each blade is unique to every member. It is tied to your life force and bloodline. You should make your own in the forgery. Use the Luxite provided there sparingly, it is hard to gather these days.”
Before exiting Kolivan stopped, turning back to him. “Choose a new name. Your previous title has very obvious origins. I’m sure I don’t need to remind you that your species is now very coveted by Alteans and Galrans which are currently the most powerful species in the galaxy. If you are to help the Blade of Marmora avenge your planet you must become one of us. Embrace your new duty to the universe… A purpose is a very important thing here. Don’t lose sight of your own.”
It took Keith a while to realize he had even left. The words and empty warnings floated through the empty space of his mind as he laid, motionless, on the floor. What did he want? What purpose did he even have here? What was even the point of getting off this shiny, cold floor?
Keith could have pondered those questions for the rest of his life. He could give up, right here, and never move again. The others probably wouldn’t even notice, if they even cared enough to. Who could blame him? A kid, alone, literally thrown into an unknown universe. The only planet he had ever known was destroyed before his eyes by a war he couldn’t even hope to understand. What could one helpless kid abandoned by the cosmos itself hope to do?
It was at that moment Keith decided he didn’t need hope. His dad had died helping people, and Keith would die doing the same thing. He wanted to avenge his planet, his dad, his home, his memories, even if he had to give up all of them to do it. Remembering would only tether him to the moment he lost it all. He didn’t have time for that. 
He forced himself to move, to crawl, to spite the world itself. The Blade of Marmora wanted to use him? Keith would use them right back to fuel the supernova of rage building in his chest. He would shed all the blood he needed to, enough to drown the stars themselves. He would destroy, maim, shatter and crush anything that got in his way. He would burn the sun itself even if it would only leave him with ashes.
It was enough. It had to be. It wasn’t like he had anything else.
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galraluver · 9 months
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Krolia: Alright everyone, settle down! If we don't get to sleep soon we're going to hate ourselves in the morning
Kolivan and Antok: *in sync* I already hate myself
Krolia: *concerned* We're definitely talking about that tomorrow…
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Honestly when I listen to the klingon warriors anthem Sung by this guy it gives me galra empire/blade of marmora vibes.
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xochitai · 2 years
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Does it count as kidnapping if it was an accident? In which: due to a lack of available operatives, Antok is sent as backup on a mission in central command. He expects several things, but running into a child was not one of them.
[G-1800 words]
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smutdrunk · 1 year
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keep thinking about BOM x trans Keith where it's not quite a/b/o but the Blades are just absolutely enamored with Keith. (🥵✂)
they want to protect him, they want to make him feel good, they want to see him succeed. like they'll force Keith to rest between missions and ensure he eats and sleeps properly but other times they'll take turns fucking him.
maybe each Blade even has their unique thing:
Regris loves using his tail--binding Keith's wrists, teasing whichever of Keith's holes isn't stuffed full of cock, loves binding Keith's wrists together while he slowly and tenderly eats Keith out.
Antok loves lying back and letting Keith ride him at his own pace, but he absolutely doesn't mind eventually taking over by placing his broad hands on Keith's hips and fucking Keith on his cock.
Ulaz and Thace tend to sandwich Keith between them, just stroking his body while they affirm how strong and handsome and smart he is until all three of them are sweaty and worked up and grinding against one another.
Kolivan knows Keith best, of course, but his duties as leader keep him from giving Keith as much attention as he'd prefer. making time for Keith means finally clearing a few days and issuing an order that they're not to be disturbed unless it's an absolute emergency. he fucks Keith all over his quarters, lets him soak in the bath while he prepares small meals, curls up with Keith like two content cats when they're spent.
and Keith found all of this overwhelming at first but over time it helps clear his head during missions, helps him remained focused because he knows his fellow Blades have his back. knowing that he'll never spend another night alone doesn't hurt either!!!
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cornerdreams-txt · 1 year
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welcome home, that's all that matters | blood runs thicker than water.
pairings: thace/ulaz, thace & ulaz & antok & kolivan
word count: 3542
warnings: mega hurt-comfort, mention/discussion of injury.
notes: I FINALLY PUBLISHED SOMETHING AGAIN WOOHOO LETS GOOOOOOOO
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discordiansamba · 2 months
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thinking about the vld wing au... I bet Lotor's wings are like, obnoxiously beautiful but I also bet he puts a lot of work into them but then acts like their beauty is effortless. he's heard stories of how beautiful Altean wings are- or were in the past. the wings of the Altean colonists have lost their vivid colors over generations- most have feathers that are mundane colors- browns, blacks and whites.
(Romelle is born with a few brightly colored feathers scattered about her wings. A sign of things to come, only no one knows what.)
Honerva had brightly colored wings- feathers of a deep, shining black, but also vivid yellows and blues. She lost her feathers when she died and became Honerva, but the wing structure remains. Her bone wings cannot fly, but they certainly exude menace.
(When she returns to being Honerva, she steals life energy from others until her wings are healed. But her feathers are now an ashen gray.)
Acxa had one of her wings cut off as punishment when she was still a recruit, for showing kindness to the people of the colony she was first posted on. She was brought into Lotor's fold afterwards, alongside the wingless Narti and Zethrid, whose wings are too small to fly. Only Ezor can fly, but her wings are featherless, more like a bat's than a bird's.
(Lotor long promises Acxa a prosthetic, but never delivers. It is not until she joins the crew of the Atlas that one is built for her, and she can return to the skies of her childhood.)
Kolivan's wings are a deep gray, with red like a vivid splash across his wings. Antok has no wings. He was born without them. There are many in the Blade of Marmora with ruined or lost wings- it is common in the Empire for one or both of them to be removed as a punishment. The Empire looks down on those without wings, but the Blade is a haven for them.
(Thace's wings are removed when he's caught, but he never could have used them to fly to safety anyways.)
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autisticlancemcclain · 11 months
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Hey, I just checked again to see if Brown-Eyed Lance (Voltron) was a tag yet and seeing as it isn't I wanted to inform you there is a chance you can literally just ask for it to be made.
Like step by step if you go to the bottom of the A03 website to where they say Contact Us, you can click on "Technical Support & Feedback". This will take you to a place where you can email them about all kinds of things, they give you a list of various things you can contact them over even and one of them is to "Request to Canonize or Change Tags". This means you can literally just straight up ask for a Tag to be created for the website.
I've used this a number of times to make suggestions about the website and request beneficial features for how it runs before in the past and they have always been nice to me and contacted me back within a week or two if not on the same day. And while I don't take credit, some of the things I've asked for have actually been realized, which implies either they really did listen to me or multiple people asked for similar things. Either way, it's great. And if they can't do something, they've always explained why not in a simple but polite way.
So yeah, I think you can get your tag, especially if you mention having 6 pages worth of works show up when you click on your unofficial tag.
There are rare pairs with less works than that (for example hunk/antok which is apparently a real rare pair only has 7 works, not pages, works) so yeah there's no reason if you asked that they shouldn't make the tag. And since content is still actively being made with the unofficial tag to this day, it's relevant.
Now have some extra official A03 tag examples that have less than or a similar amount of works to brown-eyed Lance that you can point out for your case:
1) Barista Lance (Voltron) 6 pages, 103 works
2) Lactose Intolerant Keith (Voltron) 4 pages, 61 works
3) Protective Voltron Lions, 2 pages, 26 works
4) Olkari (Voltron) 1 page, 12 works
5) Pidge | Katie Holt is so Done, 4 pages, 77 works
6) BAMF Hunk (Voltron) 3 pages, 56 works
Hopefully, if you bring these up, should you contact them, it will help cement your tag as worth creating offically. Especially since each one is a specific example from the VLD fandom.
I think the request will have more weight if an author using the tag makes it through your account, but you don't have to be the only one. After all an official tag makes it easier to find similar content so anyone who wants the Brown-Eyed Lance (Voltron) Tag can make the request too mentioning if its a tag they personally would use to search for similar fics with this very specific niche in it. You don't even need an account, just leave an email that they can leave a reply to.
Sorry this is so long, but I just really want to help you get your tag. You don't have to do it of course, but I figured having incredibly detailed information like this out there wouldn't hurt even if it's very wordy.
Anyways good luck with your tag! Hope this helps you and anyone who might want a reasonable tag to be created with evidence of it being worth it. (Should you publish this that is)
thank you for this!! it was super informative and easy to follow which i appreciate 😌😌 i sent it, so fingers crossed everyone!! and everyone feel free to send them emails as well!!
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empressgeekt · 6 months
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Future Voltron Multiverse fic plans
There are many tropes that I love in fanfiction. However one of my favorites is dimension travel, So, I was stoked when VLD introduced the rifts and multiverse...and then I was severally disappointed when they didn't dig into that further. So! I'm doing it myself!!!
The fic will be taking place a year post-canon, but Allura will still be alive, because she deserves a happy ending with her goofy red paladin. Yes, I'm keeping Allurance, I'm giving the ship the chance it deserves, and I don't care what anyone thinks, this is a canon-ship, and I'm tired of Klance trying to snuff out any other possible ships in this fandom. Ships, I will also include will, be Kacxa, Krolia/Keith's Father (I'll be naming him Kenneth in this, as that is what Keith's father was named in other continuties of voltorn), Hunk/shay (minor), Ezor/Zethrid, Shiro/Adam (maybe I'm still working on how to fit in their storyline), Kolivon/Antok (only in flashbacks so far cause Antok is still dead)...and will see what else happens, This is most going to be focusing on the Gen Relationships (AKA Friendships/Family relationships) in the story.
The main plot will be kicked off after two blade agents from another, dying reality end up traveling to the main one. After the fact the two realities, the main one and scrapes of whatever was left of the dying one, merge, destabilizing space. Now rifts to other realites are opening and shutting at random, and letting things from other worlds in, the timeline is shifting, bringing people back form the dead, and sending our heroes to other ones.
Currently I'm planning on three different main travel archs, One to the Voltron Force universe, one to the 80s Voltron universe, and one to a universe where voltron is newly created and the orginal VLD paladins are still in control.
This fic will also include, Blade/Good!Lotor, Keith grows fangs, Humans are f-ing weird, Blade!Acxa, Blade!Ezor, Blade!Zethrid, Krolia has claimed Shiro as her own even if no one else realizes it, BlackPaladin!Keith, Galra head-canons, Trying to understand what the heck is Altean Alchemy, Altean!Vince?, Pidge being a master of Chaos, Good sibling relationships!, Minor/Major OCs, There's going to be a lot of head-canons in this, Coran gets to be a Pop-pop in the epilogue, Awkward as f Zarkon, Mild Themes of Racism towards Half-breeds, The holts take no sh*t from anyone, Voltron teams interacting with their dobblegangers, Garret makes an appearance, the rift creatures will try to kill everyone, Nerdy!Lotor, Pidge, hunk and Lotor are bros, Shenajens and Hijinks, ShortHaired!Allura, Team Voltron sticks together, laughs together, and fights together, Cultural differences, some parts will be funny, some parts are super sad.
Let me know if your interested in this future work, and I will post a link when I upload the first chapter
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galraluver · 15 days
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*after Keith joins the BoM*
Regris: Welcome to Fairy Tail, please leave your sanity at the door
Kolivan: *facepalms*
Antok: *whispers to Kolivan* He used the wrong line again
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An overview of all my reacurring tags cause there's a lot.
non fandom specific
original post reblog mood my art art suff art ref whump neurodivergency writing stuff drabble i love my cat activism roe versus wade oc
Voltron
incorrect voltron quotes they sibs
keith kogane pidge holt takashi shirogane lance mcclain hunk garret princess allura vld coran
krolia kolivan antok matt holt adam voltron colleen holt 
broganes adashi klance antolivan holt siblings
wings of fire
the owl house
lord of the rings
mistborn
httyd
marvel
bucky barnes steve rogers stucky
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xochitai · 9 months
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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗
it took me a while to decide but in order of oldest to newest:
Serendipity [vld / zonerva]
I know 5-6k word chapters are the norm for some, but for me this is the longest single thing I've written so far and I'm proud of that. The second half is in the works, I promise, but there was some [life stuff] going on at the time + the length which is making it tricky. It will be completed, eventually.
Does it count as kidnapping if it was an accident? [vld / antok & lotor]
A splinter of another story where Lotor gets taken in by the Blades, but a little sillier. I think I was originally going to have Kolivan as the lead, but swapped him for Antok since he doesn't appear as often in fics [at least as far as I'd seen].
Burying a Friend [vld / lotor & kova]
This one is special because something clicked while I was writing it that has been taking my style in a direction I really enjoy.
two sides of a coin [twst / jamikali]
Wrote and revised this in ~3 hours directly into ao3. I was worried it might be meh or have some glaring error because it was late but I read it the next morning and it slaps.
run away with me [twst / jamikali]
I read over the list and realized there were only four so I had to go through my account again. There are some older fics that, while I like the premise, whenever I try to read them all I can think of is how I could have done it better. So, I will be giving this fifth spot to something I can actually read all the way through, the companion piece of two sides of a coin :)
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radioactivepeasant · 5 years
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Fic Prompts: Voltron Thursday
"Uncle Kol, you gotta put more frosting on it."
Kolivan winced slightly and looked down at the round eyes of the child peeking over the edge of the table.
"Must I?" he asked gingerly.
Keith nodded solemnly. "It's gingerbread cookies, Uncle Kol. You gotta have a lot of frosting."
There was a snort from behind him as Krolia ambled through the kitchen with an axe over one shoulder. "Don't drown the thing, fellas. It'll stay soggy and be gross. Experience talking, here."
Suitably distracted from his "cookie supervision", Keith hopped down from the chair to follow his mother around the kitchen.
"Didja find a good tree, Mama?"
Krolia smirked. "Yup."
"Are Daddy and Uncle Antok trying to get it to the house?"
"Yup."
The five year old made an excited sound and dashed for the living room. "Imma get my nornaments!"
"Ornaments," Krolia corrected, laughing. She paused next to the table, where Kolivan was staring down at the completed gingerbread men with a contemplative look.
"What is the purpose of shaping the dough into vaguely Galra effigies?" he asked.
With an incredulous chuckle, Krolia sat down. "They're not Galra-anything! They're humans. That's the species on this planet. Not counting some AI stuff and maybe some animals I haven't encountered yet, they're the only sentient species here."
Despite himself, Kolivan muttered, "Sounds lonely."
"Yeah," Krolia agreed, "I think sometimes they are. They'd love to know if anybody else is out there to interact with them, but at the same time they worry that they'll exhibit any of the worse generalized characteristics of their own species."
Kolivan considered this, then thought of Zarkon and the Empire. "That is a wise fear," he concluded, "They should remain unknown to the universe while they still have even this much peace."
Krolia snatched a cookie and snorted. "Don't be a pessimist. Humans adapt pretty quickly, they'd probably find a weird way to make it all work." Then she bit the cookie's head off.
Kolivan was a little appalled.
"But that's-! I just finished-! You can't just!"
And Krolia laughed again. "They're gingerbread men! That's what you're supposed to do!"
When Jack, Antok, and Keith came back into the kitchen, Kolivan was hunched protectively over the cookies he hadn't finished frosting.
"Far be it from me to criticize your ruthlessness as a species, especially in your holiday rituals," he said, "But creating and violently dismembering baked effigies of your species is just weird!"
Jack looked from his wife to her comrade and winced. "Nobody tell him about pinatas," he decided.
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cornerdreams-txt · 1 year
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busy day, busy night. | blood runs thicker than water.
pairings: antok/kolivan, kolivan & antok & thace & keith, shiro & keith
word count: 9727
warnings: injury, discussion of past trauma, there's some blood. also battle related stuff.
notes: takes place during, and then the night after, the s2 confrontation with zarkon, except thace and antok make it out alive. as for shiro, however...
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