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autisticlancemcclain · 11 months

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Pidge dreams of a swamp. She wakes up hot and sweaty and miserable. She’s sticky, all over, and especially below the waist. The air smells of iron.

“Oh, fuck,” she mutters, and bursts into tears.

She knew this was coming. She’s fifteen — beyond a late bloomer, really — but some part of her hoped she would hold off on it. Forever, maybe.

Or at least until she’s with her mama again.

She drags herself upright, gagging at the feeling of wet sheets smearing on her bare legs. The smell of blood is almost overwhelming (Lance not moving behind them blasted already barely woke up blood everywhere whole room smells nothing she can do Hunk knocked out covering her six information is vital they can’t pull back nothing she can do Keith scratched to hell lightyears away Red yelling nothing she can do Allura dragged away by the Galra they’re hurting her on the way own splitting the skin nothing she can do her team her friends her family broken and hurting nothing she can do never anything she can do). She shoves her face into her knees, trying to muffle her cries, but they burst out of her, rough and raw and scared and mourning. She chokes on her own sobs, wailing, everything hitting her at once.

Panic that is not her own pushes at the back of her mind, head butting her brain.

Cub, the Green Lion says, distressed. Breathe, cub. Please.

“I want my mom,” Pidge wails. “She’s supposed to be here. She’s supposed to be here!”

I know you do. The Green Lion’s tone is gentler, this time. Less prodding, more…resigned, almost. Pained. I know, Kathleen.

Pidge’s Lion tries to placate her, flooding her brain with comfort and love, but Pidge can feel herself getting hysterical, feel her breathing getting short.

“I wanna go home, I wanna go home, I wanna go home —”

“Pidge?”

The door creaks loudly, making Pidge flinch, and faint light shines into the room. The smell of juniberries pierces through the pungent smell of blood. A soft hand rests on the back of her tangled hair, brushing through the knots.

“Oh, Katie,” Allura sighs. She slides her hand down to Pidge’s shoulder and pulls her close, squeezing her gently. Pidge goes willingly — Allura isn’t her mother, and she’s nothing like her mother, but Allura is sweet and kind and knows everything, and Pidge needs that right now.

“Just take some time, asteraki. We’ll figure it out soon.”

Pidge leans into it. Her lower stomach aches, constantly, and her eyes sting. She still feels sticky and gross. She needs to comfort. She cries until she doesn’t think she can anymore.

“Okay,” Allura says gently, God knows how long later. “Come on up, okay? Let’s go to the washroom. I’ll draw a bath.”

Pidge drags herself out of the bed, stumbling after her. Allura tests the water three times, making sure it’s perfect, and dumps in way too many bubbles. She helps Pidge out of her ruined bottoms, guiding her into the bath. She carefully rubs shampoo into Pidge’s hair, rubbing out the pain in her roots, combing out the tangles.

She says nothing for hours, just quietly helping Pidge put herself back together. She drains the bath when it goes lukewarm, laying out fresh clothes. She strips the sheets, tossing them in a random hamper, and turns over clean ones, guiding Pidge into them.

“Move over,” she says, when Pidge settles into the middle. She glances at Allura in mild surprise, too tired to summon up something more verbal, but complies. To her further surprise Allura scoots in after her, half-reclining against the headboard. She gently tugs Pidge towards her until she gets the hint, leaning against Allura’s chest, gripping her shirt. Allura’s hands slide into her hair again, twisting the wet curls.

“My mom prepared me for my period,” Pidge says quietly.

Allura hums, gesturing for Pidge to continue.

“She told me what supplies to use, what to expect. Very scientific, my mom. But it was just — I don’t know. I wanted her to be there. I wanted to talk to her about it, when it happened.”

“My experience was similar,” Allura says quietly. “I had a — list of letters, from my mother. She knew she was ill, that she wasn’t going to be there for long, so she wrote a series of letters for me for various milestones. I had one for my first period, but it wasn’t…the same.”

Pidge squeezes her hand.

“This no mom shit sucks.”

Allura snorts. “It does.”

Allura keeps her hands clutched with Pidge’s. She holds her tightly, and Pidge doesn’t feel good, but she feels — better.

Big sisters make everythint better, Pidge is learning.

#apparently i can only write pidge angsty #vld #voltron #pidge #pidge holt #also i know her name is katherine but idc i like kathleen better #allura #princess allura #big sister allura #allura & pidge #pidge & allura #platonic love #pidge angst #my writing #fic

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silentwillowwhisperer · 8 months

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miss you

Imagine Keith and Lance on opposite sides of the universe, using their not-so-secret communicators to talk to each other.

It would be so late at night that it’s really morning but they can’t resist talking to each other, it’s like two matched sides of a magnet. You can pull away, but you can tell that the invisible ropes between them are always there.

They’ve both had long days, Lance visited a planet of weird tube animal-people that he’s calling ‘the nation of hooties,’ and he needs to tell Keith absolutely everything about it. Keith has had a long day of missions and strict discipline and wants nothing more than to hear Lance’s steady voice spin exaggerated tales about the new places he visits every day.

He hates the fact that he’s in this new, unfamiliar place, but Lance makes it feel safer. He’s adaptable, sure, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t desire something constant.

Every night Lance opens up with something cheesy, like a dumb pick-up line or some lovey sentence that sounds like it’s from a really old rom-com. Keith always tries to keep a straight face, but Lance has a special knack for making Keith laugh.

They may have started out as so-called rivals, but now it’s just a joke between them. Now, they tell each other anything and everything. If one of them felt a strong emotion like jealousy or joy, the other knows. If one saw something that made their day, the other knows.

They’ve gotten so good at communicating with each other that they can pick up on the other’s mood just by making eye contact. Suddenly, they know each other better than anyone else in the world.

Lance had felt guilty about that at first, but as soon as he told Keith, the other boy had reassured him as if it were a second nature, easy as pie.

That’s the other thing, Keith may be a hot mess when it comes to words, but he never fails to comfort or sympathize with him in dark moments. Just seeing Keith’s face makes his heart swell up and his eyes shine. Keith once compared it to star shine, saying that Lance sparkled to brightly that you could see it trying to flood out of his eyes. He had a really weird, Keith-ish way of making Lance flush bright red without fail.

No one ever complains about the two of them talking late into the night. Yeah, Lance has very limited volume control and often laughs loud enough for the other paladins to hear it from their rooms in the middle of the night, but he always looks so happy and confident the morning after, so they let it slide.

Keith often gets out of bed and tromps around the blade base when they call, but the blades have noticed that his performance on missions improves significantly after he does so. Anyway, a bit of white noise is nice some nights, because it gets so quiet you could hear a pin drop from anywhere in the base (literally, their Galra hearing is a bit freaky sometimes).

One night when they’re both ducked under the covers of their beds and can only just make out the outline of their faces thanks to the hollow glow of the communicators, Keith whispers out, “I… miss you.” It’s almost too quiet for Lance to hear it, but it makes his heart crumble anyway.

Something about that quiet moment makes it seem like Keith said something horrible and world-shattering. The pale lighting reminds Lance of his great-grandfather’s funeral when he was six. Keith’s tired face looks like his Mama’s when he asked what death was after the ceremony was. She had cried, and even though he was too understand grief or what the funeral meant, her soft sobs stuck with him forever.

Lance doesn’t need to ask what happened.

All he can whisper back is, “I know. I promise I’ll be with you soon.”

If doesn’t make them any less sad, but they both latch onto the words anyway.

Shiro is a little bit put off when Keith returns back home to the castle and goes to hug Lance before speaking to anyone else, but he does enjoy tricking them into dating each other.

(Even though they kinda were already.)

(And he likes seeing his baby brother all cute and happy.)

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My brain lump isn’t thinking clearly, so if this doesn’t make sense, then that’s why.

#keith kogane #vld #voltron legendary defender #voltron #lance mcclain #klance #keith vld #vld keith #lance vld #blade keith #tawny post

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astralscrivener · 14 days

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Hi someone who went absolutely wild for DSN back in high school here. WHAT does that mean??!

it means that as soon as i graduate grad school in a month it’s over for you specifically

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[Image 1: a screenshot of four Spotify playlists, titled "i'll soar the endless skies for only one...," "falling through a dark sunrise," "i have seen an empire falling," "whenever stars go down and galaxie..."]

[Image 2: a screenshot of a Notion database titled "fic tracker," with the following fics:

stealing our own place in the sun, with the tags "klance," "adashi," "romellura," "multi-chapter," and "voltron: legendary defender"

dark sunrise, with the tags "endless skies," "klance," "lancelot," "multi-chapter," and "voltron: legendary defender"

empire falling, with the tags "endless skies," "klance," "lancelot," "multi-chapter," and "voltron: legendary defender"

galaxies ignite, with the tags "endless skies," "klance," "lancelot," "multi-chapter," and "voltron: legendary defender"]

[Image 3: a Discord screenshot:

necromancer gender stealer: wanting to keep my mouth shut about what im doing versus the unending urge to infodump

deus ex robert: 👀👀👀👀

necromancer gender stealer: DEEP SIGH. OK]

[Image 4: a Discord screenshot:

necromancer gender stealer: started a dsn reread with mar and uh oh besties the brainrot is back]

[Image 5: a Discord screenshot:

necromancer gender stealer: i WILL i love exploring mama's boy lance being The Sharpshooter and then he's like . who am i killing, really]

[Image 6: a Discord screenshot:

necromancer gender stealer: one of my biggest regrets of DSN is that allura got space momified a little bc i was following along w the popular fanon....not anymore !!]

[Image 7: a Discord screenshot:

necromancer gender stealer: and what if they kiss covered in blood. what then

random guard #8 apologist: Says a lot about me that i got this notif and came sprinting Oh I'm backreading rn this fucks so supremely]

[Image 8: a Discord screenshot:

Mar: Oh we ARE getting more messy this time 😈 Messy messy messy

necromancer gender stealer: i love MESS]

{Image 9: a Discord screenshot: necromancer gender stealer: shouldve gone to bed like 3 hours ago bc ive done nothing but w/e [a screenshot of a writing program, which reads: "I'm Galra," Keith blurted. Hunk rubbed his eyes tiredly. "Congratulations."]

Mar: [voltron end credits play]]

[Image 10: a Discord screenshot necromancer gender stealer, replying to a message that could not be loaded: get back in the torment nexus boy]

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#i am at work rn i will add image descriptions later tonight #eileen answers #my writing #fic: es

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windtooweem · 1 year

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Hi umm can I make a request please of voltron x kitsune mother reader who lost her children because of the Galra and got caged and used to make stronger soldiers but when the gang found her and she had one dead child that was hers that the galra beat up and killed for not being strong enough to be a soldier as she was traumatized and scared as she noticed that she noticed them and became scared and defensive to them as she growled at them as she had one child alive who was asleep who reader hid under her large tails as they tried said that they’re were here to help them she then looked Down at her child and gave them her child as she said that If they were there to help then help her carry her child as she helps them to get out

I just want a angst and romantic if you don’t want it romantic then platonic

If you want to do this that is

A/n: Holy crap. Well this just got interesting

Tw! Death

Romantic or platonic

She/her reader

Voltron Team x Kitsune Mother reader

A woman on the ground shook by the small body on the ground, unmoving, still. Which would normally be comforting but not at this time.

The Team ended up seeing the darker side of The Galra that day, that they would never be able to forget.

A mother, they could tell by her stance over another small figure. This small body was moving unlike the other one.

“Hey, hey we’re here to help, Okay?” A man’s voice broke the silence. No one dared move in the presence of a mother trying to protect her child.

You stood up normally and picked your child up from the cold ground and put them in the arms of the warmest one, the yellow one.

“I’ll help you. Follow me” You said before leaving them to follow.

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“Oh my” The princess said after the team told her what they knew about you and your children, dead or alive.

Coran put a hand on her shoulder, reassuringly but by the looks of his face he looked just as guilty.

The room was tense with the only sound being the light breathing from them. Little footsteps came in the room.

A little kid came. The same kid that they saved along you.

“Where is me and mama?” The kid said rubbing their eyes trying to get rid of all of the sleepiness.

Allura put a soft smile on her face that led the little kid to your sleeping pod.

“Here’s your mama little one. Do you wanna explain what happened to you?”

#vld x reader #voltron x reader #keith x reader #pidge x reader #shiro x reader #hunk x reader #lance x reader #allura x reader

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blood-starved-beast · 6 months

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I don't know where nurturing Acxa came from, if there's anything I know about Acxa it's that she's and independent woman with a severe case of emotional constipation. There are tons of fanfics where she's portrayed as a stereo typical housewife, and it just never sat right with me.

I mean Acxa's like the opposite of nurturing she's the kind of person to microwave food in the middle of the night and then let that beeping sound wake up the whole base/ship/whatever because she fell asleep! So Keith has to come and turn it off and take her back to bed.

And even if she and Keith did have kids Acxa would be the sort of mother to have this conversation with her child:

Incredibly gorgeous 2-year-old kacxa child: Mama, Papa, can I pwease come with you, I pwamise to be good.

Acxa & Keith: ABSOLUTELY!

And Keith doesn't want a nurturing girlfriend he wants a lovely blue kitty who doesn't give a quiznak 98% of the time and then there's that 2% when she devotes every fiber of her being to adoring Keith (nuzzling, purring, head bunting, maybe even meowing). The point is Acxa isn't nurturing, she's really not.

Tradwife Acxa (and implied dadbod keith) jumpscare oh Shit. This is a trend that existed since the showing was airing. Cursed I tell you. Super cursed get it the hell away from me. The absolute worst and braindead reading of Acxa's character. Right up there with Acxa the "emotionally competent and available best friend to Keith who's in love with Lance" fic trend. Blegh.

Acxa is the type of person to microwave food at 4 am after pulling 3 all-nighters, leave the microwave beeping waking everyone up, and when Ezor comes in with her face mask like "Acxa what the fuck" only to find Acxa standing in front of the microwave. Eyes open cause of course she can sleep like that. No one realizes this cause the next second her eyes dart to look at Ezor or anyone around her, and that's the only indication one gets that she's woken up. She takes out her food from the microwave, not breaking eye contact the whole time, before slowly breaking away to ferret it away to eat it in the place she'd been doing the work that's kept her awake this whole time. She does not explain the situation.

I actually don't think Acxa would willingly have kids. Even with Keith. But in the case of an accident child I think Keith would do most of the legitimate parenting. Acxa would give the child a knife and tell them they have to learn how to fight and defend on their own cause Miss "born and bred in war" learned to do the same 35 decapheobs before.

Honestly I think the Galra are not cats so much as they are vampires. Physical affection consists of biting. On the neck. This is regular and important to the relationship. Keith has come to terms with hickies being a way of life for him.

#d asks #Anonymous #Acxa #vld keith #kacxa #vld

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alivegoast · 1 year

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Hc that all Galra learn "Vrepit Sa" as their first words

there's heavy military/nationalism there

They wouldn't really learn mama or whatevs bc they were raised by governesses

Imagine being a baby that doesn't know how to show respect? shame

#Galra #Lotor #Aliens #Voltron #VLD

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danceylancey · 1 year

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Edit: I ended up just writing it out ^^^

Werewolf Lance who needs meat in order to survive. When their first given the green goop he eats it up only because his Mama told him to never refuse food. But it taste like nothing in his mouth and feels like he’s reverse vomiting when he swallows, but he says nothing. People know werewolves exist, but that doesn’t mean their excepted. He’d rather hold off and wait to see how people react when wolves are bought up in conversation. Hunk is the only one who knows and is constantly sending him worried looks but Lance has long learnt how to give a assuring smile to his anxious friend. It’s a week into their time in space that Lance realises that there is no meat at all. The Alteans seemed to be a vegetarian species or at least not hold much value in meats. That night he sneaks out and finds a weird looking creature that walks on all fours and growls a shrilly sounds. He rips into it with teeth and nails, blue-ish blood getting on his clothes but he couldn’t care less. The meat is tangy sure, but it’s meat. He continues to go out twice a week to get his fix, being careful not to be seen by the other inhabitants of the planet so they won’t tattle on him. If Hunk figures out what he’s doing, he says nothing. It’s when they go to the market that Lance almost moans at the sight of a fresh, full and feed cow. He nearly starts eating it right then and there, which he would of if not for Pidge distracting him in time. When he gets back, Cow in hand, he’s planning a way to make her ‘disappear’ or have some kind of accident so he can have real, proper meat. He’s getting sick of the left over food he hid in his room, Jerky is only good for so long. Then Hunk, beautiful and thoughtful Hunk, reveals he bought almost a whole crate of Meat with Corans help. Lance cuddles up to Hunk the whole night, subtly scenting him and avoiding the urge to break into tears. But of course, one problem being solved only leaves room for more to show up. It’s a big misconception that Werewolves are forced to shift on a full moon, but that is really a suggestion more than anything. Wolves should shift at least once a month in order to keep a balance between their human instinct and their more supernatural one. Lance hasn’t shifted since the Castle turned into a spaceship. The four months were damn near painful for him, not just because he had to avoid growling and whimpering like a weirdo, but because it physically hurt. His whole body was begging to shift, bones aching and skin itching like crazy. He eventually shifts one night in his sleep and it’s pure damn luck that Hunk is the one to find him and to help but him a hour or two so he can shift back. It normally would only take a few minutes but he’s reluctant and wants to keep his second form for a little longer. It all comes to light when Pidge is hurt. Their on a dry planet with little glowing bugs when Pidge is shot in the arm. Even with some shifting at night in his room, Lance’s instinct is still the main thing directing him through day to day. So, when someone in his “Pack” is hurt and all can hear is their screams? Lance shifts so fast he rips apart his gear and uniform. He’s at least four feet taller when he shifts and his bones and joint all pop and stretch, muscle tightening and skin burning as a thin layer of fur sprouts all over him. Normally he’d be bothered by the itching in his face as it grows and his teeth become sharp and stab into his gums, but this time he’s too busy crunching down on a Galra Soldiers head to care. He rips through droids and flesh as he charges across half the planet to reach Pidge. He’s using his nose to find her, eyes blurring as he takes apart an entire army with one goal in mind. When he reaches Pidge, Hunk is already there and standing over them with his weapon drawn. Lance takes out the dozen or so soldiers in the room and pushes past Hunk to get to Pidge, sniffing all over them as he checks their wound. Pidge is staring in fear until Hunk says something to him, calling him by his name but Lance can’t hear him.

#lance mcclain #lance centric #werewolf lance #non binary Pidge

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bladedalchemistreplica · 5 months

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||MUSE HC/ASK/AU MASTERPOST

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Just alfor and Kolivan's logs of anything that relates to them((at least anything key or hc, so not just art and other! --below i added other asks related to other muses

Alfor Headcanon___Alfor has a tendency to become chaoticlly organized

Alfor Headcanon___Alfor is daring, before mellowing out when Allura was born, he was one to have one set of eyes on him at all times.

Hey, so...this probably isn't for here but what WOULD be the reality where alfor isn't with melendor? Do they have good terms? How exists? Also is alliura there or she get snapped? [[AU related]

Wait- is alfor always gonna have a kit? In all or most threads? [to mun]

《《《▪︎▪︎▪︎☆ Pizza bagels

Alfor is an extremely skilled swordsman

Antok and ____

Kolivan Headcanon___Has a strong tendency to ignore or forget his own needs

_______{{||The blade's leader practices [[Kolivn mention

|TAGGED POSTS

[[ KOLIVAN [[ALFOR [[KEITH [[ROMELLE

[[CHARACTER FLAWS__[[Alfor [[Kolivan

[[SLEEPING HABITS__[[Alfor, [[Kolivan

[[MUSE GREETINGS__[[Alfor [[Kolivan

CUTBELOW___Various headcanon/Asks/e.t.c

[[Not every ask is here but most of the important/longer ones here!

Have a Protection Squad: Which muse(s) seem the most sheltered and/or naive? Are there other characters who look out for them? Is so, who are they?

❣️ - What are their love languages? 💓 - What are some signs they’ve fallen for someone? How do they show their affection? 💖 - How and how often do they try to impress their partner(s)? How and how often do their partner(s) impress them? For anyone muse needs your attention and love~

So have you tried earth candy yet

Is your muse difficult to ship with? [mun directed

Care to give us any silly things?

Psst mun, can you bestow us HCs aside from Alfor and Kolvian???

Okay, which muse would enjoy peppermint, and who would think it takes like medicine/toothpaste?

🥃 - Alcohol! The stronger, the better, or do they have a low tolerance for those types of things? Do they drink alcohol by itself, or do they commonly have it with a meal?

Valentine's Day is coming? Are there any plans for dates, romantic or platonic?

MUSE DIRECTED

Hey Olia- are you and Ozar orphaned? You seem to be since you and him call te-osh mama or something like data

The shoebox's first mentions [ghost-thread related]

Kova is stronger than a Mlade of Mormoa. Kova is more the top kitty.

Matt, did you teach Phantasma about furries? Or did she find out that herself?

Fluffy boi___Tavo's first ask

So question, if I have a laser point and turn it on, who would chase the light? And this includes if those lions do it too.

Thace, how much do you adore alfor? I think you might be spoiling alfor in the future@

Freedom guys! What's the options on the galra? Do you hte them, want them to die? They took a lot from ye.

How many tall ladies? (Regris)

ALFOR ASKS__

Why do you have scars on your arms?

Alfor you sure you won't wanna go back? I mean you kinda have someone or commanders kiddo on the way

So how are you going to tell Thace about the kitt? Like after you get the courage to meet him?

So how many kits do you get?

How are you going to raise the baby? Also fluffy Kova

Juniberry... It's a flower... I thought it was a fruit. I feel bamboozled

Wow. Alfor gets a nice new wardrobe... while Thace only gets jammies.

You know, Halo forms are cool. I wonder what they can and can't do with it. Could they eat and digest? Could they use their original strength in such a tiny body?

Alfor, you've done a lot of harm for thousands of years. Ya know that right?

So...Alfor, what entertainment do you have with the galra? Or what have you had with entertainment with the galra? I mean they gotta have something since Zarkon's an emperor and that.

[[[experiences__Alfor's time with the empire's fleets

Alfor, what happens when sendak comes back? Will he try and take tavo or just bring you back since your kinda zarkons trophy

Tavo is gonna be sendaks spitting imagine when he grows up. Sucks.

#//MASTERPOST__Various #//MASTERPOST__asks #//MASTERPOST__Headcanons #//MASTERPOST__tagged posts #//MASTERPOST__#//HEADCANONS__#//L I N K S #//L I N K S __#//TAP THE SHOULDER__Tagged

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froldgapp · 2 years

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I'm not sure if you're still doing the Director's Cut, but I would love to hear any/everything about Transmission Impossible or Grounded (or both!) Those two fics knock my breath completely out of me every time I read them and they have my whole heart in their hands. Or any fic that you've been hoping someone will ask you about would be great too! Your writing style is gorgeous, and anything you want to share about it would be so appreciated!

Could this possibly be the latest reply to an ask ever? I am so sorry! I fell down a sort of hole 2019-ish and this is me sluggishly climbing out and blinking at the sun. Anyway, on the 0.0001% you or anyone else is interested:

Transmission Impossible:

‘A galra cannot live a natural life alone, Paladin.’ His eyes narrow ,and gently, he reaches forward with a massive hand to cup Keith’s face. Unthinking, Keith leans into the touch with a sharp inhale. Kolivan eases down the skin beneath Keith’s right eye and hmms deeply at what he sees there.

As far as I recall, I wrote this around the time there was a strong suggestion in VLD that Keith might have some kind of quintessence sensitivity. I wanted to explore how prolonged loneliness and a separation from his "tribe" might work on him with those abilities in mind. And, of course, as we see in the story, what the physiological impact of that would be on Keith.

Loneliness is the key thread to the story. Already by then, I perceived Keith as a deeply lonely person who was very connected in one way but so very unconnected in another. The tension between the two does a number on him and as the strange occurrences intensify, the question of his mental stability does too (for him).

But I wanted the story to be hopeful in the end and invert Keith's losses into the very real strength that allows him to locate Shiro (in the flashback). Finally, as someone from a working class background myself, it was really important for me to show Keith's struggles financially.

Grounded

The gag runs with blood as incisors come loose and are replaced with short fangs. One of them dislodges itself and is replaced moments later by a second fang. The rest of his teeth come in slowly, still flat and square like a human's. She is thankful. Thick lines of blood run from each nostril. A few wet cracks draw eyes to his hands again, which seem longer and larger at the wrist now. Galra hands.

Like many, I was disappointed the show didn't deliver on that apparent galra!keith x quintessence foreshadowing when his hand is splashed with the stuff. So I knew I wanted to do something in this direction but I didn't want it to be pure indulgence; I knew it had to have emotional ballast. So I countered the galra transformation with Krolia's experience of Keith as a little one when she's still on Earth.

‘Why, mama?’ he asked, voice muffled by her affection. 'Why are you sad?'

‘Because you are so beautiful.’

That way I could also explore Krolia's feelings about having a son caught up in this huge, universe-spanning war.

She shakes her head like a guilty, clueless child. She can’t speak, just presses herself closer to her boy. He bites past the gag and into her wrist. She screams for both of them.

So foolish, to think him safe in this filthy universe.

Like Transmission Impossible, I didn't want the story to be without hope (or comfort, let's say). I also wanted to counter the shame Keith felt after the Marmora trials/some of the prejudice that was on display from the others. I think one of the most admirable things about Keith is that he's not proud. He's actually very pragmatic (apart from when it comes to Shiro maybe). So, rather than freak out, Keith rather feels somehow settled and, most importantly, connected.

‘I look just like you,’ he repeats. Through his tears, he is smiling.

This was such a great ask. So fun to remember where my head was at back then!

#vld #vld keith #galra keith #keith whump #vld fanfic #froldgapp answers

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chibi-pix · 4 months

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Happy holidays, y'all! And like with Halloween, I thought I needed a mama Pidge and baby Darrell doodle! So! Here we are!

Anyway, whatever holiday you celebrate, I hope y'all have a fun, enjoyable, and safe holiday this year. Until next time!

#happy holidays!#Pidge #pidge adopts a baby #galra darrel #Katie Holt #Pidge Gunderson #mama pidge au #VLD Pidge #VLD #voltron legendary defender #cameo of vforce11 Gary #he's a little plushie

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autisticlancemcclain · 2 years

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“Oof.”

Krolia is very suddenly awoken the sudden pressure of 45 pounds of toddler on her kidney.

“Sorry,” Keith whispers when he sees she’s awake.

“Maybe let’s not stand on my internal organs,” she wheezes, and Keith scrambles off of her sheepishly.

“Sorry,” he repeats when he’s sat safely on her legs. He sticks his thumb in his mouth. “Didn’t mean to, Mama.”

Krolia carefully moves Tex’s arm of her midsection so she can sit up. She places a gentle hand on Keith’s cheek, and he leans into her palm with a sigh.

“What’s wrong, baby? Nightmare?”

Keith nods.

“You wanna sleep here? Or should I tuck you back in?”

He shrugs, but cuts such a nervous look to the door that Krolia can guess which one he really wants. She shifts over a little, making enough space between her and her husband for one little monkey.

“Come here, diallo.”

Keith doesn’t hesitate, diving in the space and curling up immediately. Unfortunately for Tex, their son’s mad dash for the safety between them included a pretty solid (although accidental) kick to the ribs.

“Jesus fu —”

“Language, Tex,” Krolia warns, desperately trying not to laugh. “We’ve got little monkey ears listening in.”

“‘M not a monkey,” Keith protests, giggling.

Tex is still a little wheezey from the assault to his ribs, but manages to smile and tease anyway. “I dunno. Krolia? I think he’s a monkey. What about you?”

Krolia taps a finger to her chin, pretending to think hard. “I think you might be right, Tex. I mean, he’s got his little monkey ears.” As she says it, she reaches forward and playfully tugs on the fluffy purple ears at the top of Keith’s head, that appear when he’s tired or emotional.

Keith bats her hands away. “Nuh-uh! They’re my Galra ears! Not monkey ears!”

Krolia’s grin gets so wide she feels it might split her face.

Her son is so cute.

“I know I’m right,” Tex continues to tease, “because he’s got little monkey paws!” Tex grabs on of Keith’s chubby hands and blows a raspberry on the palms, making him shriek with laughter.

“No, Daddy, no! That tickles!”

Tex continues to tickle the poor boy, until he squirms around enough to grab his father’s face with both hands, holding him still. “Stop, Daddy. You’re making me laugh so much I’m gonna explode.”

“You are the cutest — little — thing,” Tex says, punctuating each word with a kiss on Keith’s cheeks. Keith giggles, but his eyelids are beginning to droop.

“Alright, I think it’s time to tone down the sillies and go to sleep,” Krolia says.

Keith pouts. “But I’m not tired, Mama.”

“Then why are you yawning, baby?”

Keith shrugs. He can barely even keep his eyes open. “It’s awake yawning.”

“Oh, I see,” Tex says softly. “That makes sense.”

Keith makes a little humming sound. “Not tired,” he mumbles, eyes fully closed.

“Of course,” Krolia agrees, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Love you, munchkin.”

Keith’s out before he can respond.

Tex chuckles softly, looking at Keith with more softness than she ever thought capable of him. Not that he’s a rough man by any means (well. Maybe by one or two means, if you check her drift, but she has no problem with that), but to see his jagged edges so smoothed out… Krolia is more and more grateful, every day of her life, that she decided to stay.

“I love that little squirt so much,” Tex says quietly. “I never thought I wanted kids, before. Always seemed like too much to handle. But there’s nothing I wouldn’t handle for him.”

“I know,” Krolia says.

“I hope he knows how much I love him,” Tex continues.

“He does. He knows, Tex. You tell him all the time.”

“I worry,” Tex admits, brushing Keith’s fluffy hair off his forehead. “I can’t explain it. But I’m always worried that I won’t always get to tell him, and that he’ll forget.”

Krolia is familiar with that anxiety. Despite knowing how far away Earth is from everything — truly, in terms of distance, the planet is almost untouchable — there’s always a low thrum of terror in her veins. What if Zarkon discovers a way to track the lions? What then? How will she protect her family? Will she be able to?

“You have to trust him,” Krolia whispers. “We do what we can. We tell him every day, we make sure he’s as safe and loved as he can be. From there —” she shrugs, looking at her husband a little helplessly. “From there, it’s up to the universe what happens. We have to trust that he’ll remember that to us, he’s the most precious thing to exist.”

Tex doesn’t look — comforted by her words, exactly. But he does look calmed.

“I do trust him,” he says.

“Then everything will be fine.”

Krolia can’t promise that, not really. But she knows that she will do everything in her power to keep that promise. And she has to trust that it’s enough.

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other part of this au

#sorry for posting this au twice in one week but i’m a little obsessed #keith #keith kogane #baby keith #keithtober #krolia #texas kogane #au where krolia stays #fluff #just keith having a family basically #bc he DESERVES IT #my writing #fic fragment #vld #voltron #galra keith

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gaeilgeoirgay · 2 years

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Whumptober 2022

Day Ten

TW- Waterboarding

mimicking sounds

This was not how Lance wanted to start his day. They’d been woken early by an alarm, and by the time they made it to the battle site, dozens of people had already been killed. They’d defeated the initial cruiser, and then the one that took its place, and then the one after that but Lance has no idea what happened next.

All he knows is that he’s sitting in a cell aboard a Galran cruiser, and he can’t feel his connection to Blue. Fan-fucking-tastic.

Now, Lance isn’t much one for swearing. He has a wide and extensive vocabulary, of course, but the freedom of curse words was mostly tempered by his mother’s proximity to her chancla. He thinks Mama could forgive him this one though, because he is completely and utterly fucked.

He has no weapons. No comms. No Lion. Not even his armour, and he really doesn’t want to think about who stripped him of it.

And to top it all off, he was promised an interrogation when he first woke up and now Lance can hear footsteps.

A towering Galran officer comes into view and Lance gives them his best glare. The officer doesn’t look the slightest bit intimated but the far shorter aide at their side gives a fearful squeak. Now that is how you react to an irritated Paladin of Voltron.

“Hello, little Paladin.” The officer rumbles and Lance huffs indignantly to himself. Little! He is above average height for a human, thank you very much, and seventeen is practically an adult.

(it is not an adult. He’s not an adult, and he really doesn’t want to be fighting a war, but he thinks his Mama would be proud that he’s helping people. After the heart attack she got from all his scars. Suddenly Lance doesn’t want to think about his Mama anymore.)

“It is time for your interrogation. Do not fight- it will only make things worse for you.” The officer orders him, unlocking his cell door. Of course, as soon as they grab Lance’s shackles, Lance attempts to bite them. He succeeds, but his blunt human teeth can’t penetrate the Galran’s thick fur, and he only gets a mouthful of fluff for his troubles. Yuck. Who knows where this Galran has been? Lance certainly doesn’t.

The Galran growls, grabbing him by the back of his neck and shaking him like an unruly kitten. Do Galrans scruff their children? They certainly look similar to cats. On another note, what does a baby Galran even look like? Were they cute or did they look like rats? The people (Lance) want to know.

He is abruptly jolted back into reality as the officer sets him down again and starts dragging him down the corridor. Rude. Lance can be trusted to walk on his own two feet, really! That chip in his tooth is definitely from soccer, not from tripping in front of the fireplace and smashing his teeth open on the grate. No sir, that did not happen.

The Galran unceremoniously dumps him into a room that sends shivers down Lance’s spine. There’s no outward indication that the room is somehow haunted but Lance just gets the feeling that horrible things have happened here.

There’s another officer standing with their back to the door but they turn around when Lance is manhandled into the room. Is it technically “manhandled” when he’s pretty sure his original guard is a woman? Something to look up later. If he survives long enough to use Space Google again.

“Ah, the prisoner. Tie him to the chair, I will take over from here.” The other officer orders, their words in Galran to presumbably leave Lance unaware of the conversation. Jokes on them, Lance is a language sponge and started teaching himself Galran as soon as he knew they were the enemy. Can’t always rely on those pesky translators!

Lance’s chains are transferred to the chair and he sits down reluctantly, one eye on the creepy table filled with sharp things. There’s a grate underneath Lance and he tries not to think about what is supposed to flow into it. He might genuinely be about to get tortured. Maybe him and Shiro can form a club! Fucked Up By Galra Interrogation. FUBGI. Eh, the name could use some work, but he’ll think of something.

The original Galra leaves the room, along with her (?) aide, leaving Lance alone with the new officer. They survey Lance in silence for a few moments before yet another Galra appears, in a similar uniform to the other. Lance is apparently special enough for two interrogators. Yay.

“We begin. What is your name?” The first Galran asks and Lance cant stop the surprise appearing on his face. His future torturers want to know his name? Lance has never been more confused in his life, not even when the concept of speaking had been introduced to him as a child, and his sisters can testify, Baby Lance was very confused.

Does he tell them? What if they ever take over Earth? They could find his family. He keeps his mouth shut.

The interrogator sighs. They continue on with the questions, Lance answering none of them and the Galrans getting more and more frustrated. Eventually, the basin is brought out from beneath the murder table.

Oh. It’s filled with water and Lance has a sinking feeling that he’s about to be waterboarded. His chair is adjusted and the basin put on a small table in front of him. One interrogator moves behind him and puts a hand on the back of his head. Lance has no room or leverage. If the interrogator pushes his head down, he won’t be able to escape the water.

“We’ll start with the easy questions again. What is your name?” The interrogator asks, and god, Lance is honestly scared now, but he refuses to say anything.

His head is pushed down. His face goes under the water and he instinctively tries to breathe, even though he knew it was coming, knew he should hold his breath.

Lance gasps under the water, choking on the liquid flooding his mouth and spilling down his throat. He tries in vain to lift his head, but the interrogator is so much stronger than he is.

Just when he’s about to pass out, Lance is dragged out of the water. He’s sopping wet now, his hair dripping but he doesn’t care because he can breathe.

“Do you want to tell us now?” The interrogator says pleasantly and Lance shakes his head mutely. The interrogator sighs, like Lance is some unruly child, and then his head is being shoved down again.

He remembers to hold his breath this time, and inhales far less water. But his lungs cant hold out forever and eventually he has to gasp, try to breathe, and he swallows half the basin in his panic.

When he’s brought back up, there are black and yellow spots dancing in his vision and he has the vague thought that they look like wasps.

The interrogator asks for his name several more times, drowining him again and again. They move onto Voltron, before the interrogator realises he’s getting nowehere and switches to different questions.

“What age are you?” The interrogator asks and Lance sobs. He’s so tired and the water is so cold, and its only one question, right? He doesn’t want to go back in the water.

“S-seventeen.” He chokes out and the Galran behind him releases him like they’ve been burned.

“Seventeen? You are seventeen decaphoebes of age?” The interrogator asks and Lance nods weakly.

The guard who’s been holding his head down comes to stand beside the interrogator and they speak in hushed tones. Lance is exhausted at this point but he listens in, in case it’s important.

“He is a child! We- we can’t torture a kit!” The guard says and the interrogator grimaces.

“We have our orders.” They remind the guard and the guard’s fur bristles.

“Then we say he passed out. I refuse to harm him anymore.” They say and the interrogator’s shoulders drop.

“Fine. What were Voltron thinking? Sending kits onto the front line.” They say sadly and the guard’s face falls.

“They had no choice.” They say softly.

Lance is still confused but he thinks he understands what’s happening. The Galrans have a strict code according to Coran, that say they must never hurt children. By Galran standards, Lance is very much a child, to be protected not harmed.

This is his chance. He lets his shoulders slump forward, and gasps out some shuddering breaths, tears rolling down his face. A whine escapes purposefully from his throat, eerily similar to the sound of a Galran kit in distress. Lance has always been very good at mimicking sounds.

The two Galrans fall for it. The guard scrambles to unchain him, lifting him carefully from the chair. Lance plays up his reaction to the guard’s presence, squirming around like he’s terrified the guard will hurt him.

“Sh, sh, it’s alright. You’re going back to your cell, you’ll be alright.” The guard soothes him. The interrogator opens the door and guides the guard back to Lance’s cell, letting out the same soft rumbles as the guard. They’re meant to soothe and reassure Galran kits, but they don’t have much effect on Lance. He is still a human, after all.

He’s gently deposited into his cell and given a blanket to curl up in. He can hear the interrogator outside the door, informing his original guard about his age and he can hear a horrified gasp escape them.

Good. If he can tug on the Galran’s heartstrings, make them associate him with a child of their own race, they’ll let down their defences and he can escape. He just needs to bide his time. His team will be looking for him in the meantime. The guard is right in a funny way- he'll be alright.

#whumptober 2022 #langst #lance vld #voltron #waterboarding #drowning #fanfiction

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jackals-ships · 2 years

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actually im now thinking about All the various realities and jackals/jackals who are hounds like

we have proto hound

arguably one of the least fucked up little guys minus their penchant for committing arson as a first option

blade of marmora who infiltrated during Lotor's baby reign and went deep fucking sigh. kolivan. i can't NOT fuck him,

subtly steering lotor into a better path and occasionally just grabbing him by the scruff and putting him on a better path

half galra little kitty guy about Lotor's height but they wear heels 2 make them taller than him

the hound

it is so angry bc its zarkons perfect killing machine but lotor keeps picking them up and giving it kissies

also technically galra but via druid Fuckery

please give them therapy holy shit esp once lotor is in the rift my god the man's UNHINGED and it already unhinged BEFORE !!! there is a reason they're a war criminal even by galra standards

the tallest and its lotor is also the smallest. it think it's fucking hilarious

main verse vld jackal

i am just a little creature i cannot change this

meets lotor via the cultural exchange program

is no longer allowed in official meetings bc it keeps biting everyone. #girlboss behavior

is upset that they're not also a funky alien kitty >:/

has a connection with one of the Sincline ships and calls her Sinny/Sinny Baby

storyline always subject to whatever makes me go 🥰🥰 at the time but lotor does not get put into rift baby jail AND this lotor has a little more galra traits

did get kidnapped once but they're fine and honestly they got to let loose a lot of anger so

pirate au jackal

is also a little creature but like. fucked up about it <3

their lotor never went back to the empire and went on to become a pirate that terrorizes the empire instead

found jackal on his ship post them escaping the galra empire bc they were part of the kerberos mission and was going to take them home but they got attached to each other

now they do crimes <3 as a treat

au jackal where zarkon gets redeemed

literally just trying to vibe here man

the one having the most normal time tbqh

MINUS the fact that their zarkon won't stop trying to play wingman and asking when they're going to propose to lotor PLEASE get out of my HOUSE mama stop giving him COOKIES you're ENCOURAGING THE MAN

#jackals barks #long post #we have many flavors of little guy

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