#Cyance

[cyangarden]

On this day five years ago

[arend-8000]

According to yugi-oh it makes you better at cyance games

[fuckthisshitimin]

Keith: If I'm not back again this time tomorrow...

Lance: Carry on?

Pidge: Carry on.

Keith: No come pick me up I probably got lost or into trouble or both.

[tydy-the-megnet]

It's a Da– I mean, a Hate

With enemies like this, who needs friends? Or however that saying goes.

Day 6: Enemies

Pidge hated that she didn't hate him. Lance McClain. The ultimate flirty pretty boy Casanova with a penchant for bad jokes and incorrigible cockiness. And her lab partner in physics 2. He slacked off, distracted her, and flirted habitually.

And worst of all, Lance was really, really good-looking. And so nice, and honestly very reliable. He wasn't smart with math or physics, but he managed to keep her from starving herself when she got too into one of their projects. He wouod distract her and practically force her to take breaks, thus risking their grade.

And she hated... that she couldn't be mad at him for it. Because she really liked him.

Crushes were stupid, Pidge decided.

Lance was like her nemesis in a psychological war that he didn't know he was a part of. Every time they got together, Pidge would try her best to maneuver around him to keep them on track for work, and then he'd counter with something like–

"Holy crow! You have the limited edition gold disk Killbot Phantasm I!?"

–mentioning her favorite game.

"Yeah!" Pidve scooted over to his side in front of her shelf. "I won it as first prize for a robotics competition."

"Wow, you really are a genius." Lance said, smiling at her. He even had the nerve to pat her on the head. What a jerk.

"Wanna play?" She found herself asking. She felt like a little goblin sneaked inside her head, controlling her from within and forcing her to go along with his ideas. Now she was even suggesting alternative activities herself. She'd been corrupted by his back-of-the-class-ness.

She got back at him by thrashing him with a final score of 134-33 in the face off mode.

"Wow. Good at physics and phantasms, what can't you do?"

Her face heated up against her will as she looked into his impossibly blue eyes. He must've been hypnotizing her. Again.

"Like you said, I'm a genius." She smirked. Chalk that up as a win! He even admitted she was–

Wait, it was a compliment. Pidge's smirk evaporated into the aether and she grimaced at the "Player 1 Wins" screen.

"We need to get back to work."

Lance groaned. Now that was a win. Pidge smiled to herself as she opened his textbook to the current chapter.

"You know," Lance started as he picked up some of their papers from the table. He organized them—not even bothering to color-code them, Pidge noted with disdain—and continued, "This project is due Friday."

"Yeah, which means we don't have much time left!"

"Yeah, true. But it also means we're almost done."

That was right, Pidge realized. They wouldn't have as much of a reason to hang out outside of school, because their work was done. Until the next project anyway. Her mind cleared, and she thought about how she'd go back to how things were before: getting her homework done in a timely fashion, keeping her grades up, and constantly besting her personal records in Killbot Phantasm. Maybe head out to the arcade one weekends and dominate some of those machines in a way Lance never–

"Yeah, I'd love to go to the arcade this Saturday." Lance smiled, and Pidge jolted, suddenly knowing that she said that last part out loud. And worse, invited Lance.

"Uh, cool." She said stiffly. "It's a da- I mean hate."

"What?"

"I hate you."

They stared at each other.

"Y-you do?" Lance asked. He sounded more confused than upset, though. "Didn't you just ask me ou-"

"No." Pidge said firmly. "I said I was gonna go to the arcade and get high scores you could never hope to beat. That's not a date. That's uh... um, a challenge."

"Oh." He blinked, then smirked, "Well then, Miss Holt– you're on!"

"This Saturday, then. At the Voltron Garden Arcade. Two o'clock."

"I'll be there. With my game face."

"Is it any better looking than your regular face?"

"Oh, it's way better."

"Wow."

Pidge thought she was going to combust. What was happening? Her words didn't match the way her heart was pounding and her stomach was flipping.

It wasn't a date. This wasn't flirting. And she definitely didn't like him. This was just to gamers going face-to-face and—and now she was imagining his face. His dumb, stupid face. Kissing her face, no less.

"Well then, now that that's settled." Lance spoke and Pidge balked. What was settled? Nothing was settled, they hadn't kis–uh, played yet. "Shall we?" He held out his arms, like he was gesturing for them to go. But it was Wednesday. Not Saturday.

Pidge was losing it, she decided. Unless he was offering to kiss her now? That was crazy, though. They hadn't even held hands. She didn't even want to hold hands. Is that why he was holding his hand out? She hated these mind games.

"Pidge?" Lance scooted closer, and Pidge watched him, eyes darting between his eyes and his lips. They were kind of shiny.

"Pidge, are you okay?"

No, she wanted to say. She was not. He wasn't playing fair any more. He went from those annoying gestures to practically making out with her. Why was he so close again? Pidge's eyes went blurry and unfocused behind her glasses. Her gaze stayed locked firmly on Lance's lips, ignoring his concerned cerulean gaze.

"Piiidge? Pidge! Pidmmm–" He kissed her.

Or did she kiss him?

Someone was kissing someone. What was Lance thinking? Now she was getting nauseous and her heart was racing faster than ever, and Pidge stopped to consider he might have poisoned her.

But how? She had gotten the snacks earlier, and there's no way he got anywhere near her peanut butter cookies.

... and okay, maybe she didn't hate it.

Pidge leaned back, falling to the floor. Lance followed her, lying over her and keeping their lips glued together like two protons in a helium atom. Her hands grabbed onto his shirt, balling up the fabric and gently tugging him toward her. Pidge almost didn't even notice her own action, dazed as she was.

But she very much noticed his hands in her hair, his elbows propping him up, and his smooth lips engulfing hers.

He had a big mouth.

Pidge squeaked, and then felt more than heard Lance's chuckle as the sound rumbled through her. It was nice.

Then her breath came short, and with a loud 'smack,' Lance parted from her. A line of spit trailed between their mouths, and Pidge's half-lidded eyes lazily moved to look into Lance's own.

"Do you really hate me?" He breathed. His pupils were really dilated, she noticed. "You have a really fun way of showing it."

She stared, uncomprehending. Her chest was rising and falling with each heavy breath. Her glasses were askew, and slightly foggy. His hands were still in her hair, and hers were still in his shirt. She focused on these.

"Mm. Fun." She answered in a daze. "So, uh..."

Lance smirked at her, "Do you really wanna get back to that project?"

Project? Project. Pidge groaned in her mind, her eyes closing in silent chagrin. That was right, they had work to do, and Lance had distracted her again. She hated him so much.

[izlaria]

Can someone recommend me a good pining plance fic? I want the longing™️, the romantic tension, the thinking your love is unrequited!

[andiv3r-reblogging]

OH WAIT LIKE FROM THE CLOUDY WITH A CYANCE OF MEATVALLS MOVIE????????

flintsinllaffpfllrlr

flintstones????? That seems like it was what you were going for

[februerik]

oh no

oh no

oh no no no no no~

so i've only recently heard of taylor swift's song "i'd lie" (thank you tiktok)

and no lie after listening to it on repeat for a long while

i had an epiphany (heh)

THIS IS TOTALLY A PLANCE SONG!!!

I MEAN—

HIS FAVORITE COLOUR'S GREEN??!

i'm sorry imma go spend hours on an animatic of it in my head because my art skills aren't there yet now...

[rainforestgeek]

Hunk: *sees Lance and Pidge holding hands* Oh so you finally got together? Who confessed?

Pidge, proudly: I did. Short and sweet.

Lance: ...

Lance: you were standing drunk in my garden, yelling “listen here you little shit, I have feelings for you and I know you have feelings for me too, and it’s about goddamn time we acknowledged them!”

[nightstar1319]

Plance your name au 💚💙

Hello everyone am back and I finally finished this drawing of Lance and pidge it took me days to finish it but hey it's worth it💚💙

[nina-a-pines]

Lance: Do you accept constructive criticism?

Pidge: Yes.

Lance: I think you’re marvelous and the universe was made just to be seen by your eyes. I love you.

[starlightprincessart]

Inktober 2019 - Day 5: “Build” Characters: Katie “Pidge” Holt & Lance McLain from Voltron legendary defender  

[cyangarden]

Around 4 years ago...

[everythingisawayoflife]

y’know, i do not think i will ever get over the second pidge hears allura says she’s going out on a date with lance…the pain…

[purpyl]

So uh-- wow I never thought I'd come back to Plance when I needed comfort,,,

Here are some really self-indulgent Plance headcanons, enjoy ;)

- Whenever they watch rom/com's together, Pidge likes to just look at Lances face and see his change in emotions,

(From his teary eyed look when the couple does something cute together to the look of pure and innocent joy at the dumb gags thrown in, Pidge never gets bored)

- Lance really likes to plan date nights for the two of them, he usually thinks up of really strange yet romantic things to do/see, but most of the time something will go terribly wrong with Lance's plan and his only backup plan is "invite hunk to join us and mess with people" so they generally just spend time bonding as the garrison trio,

- Once they got stranded on an alien planet for almost two days, with no technology to call for help around them,

- They've definitely also tried to recreate a beach setting somewhere within the Castle of Lions, and ended up making a mess that took weeks to fully clean. (Even leading up to the loss of the Castle, most of the paladins were still finding sand literally everywhere, even though it was contained only in one room...),

- I like to think that, despite his meticulously thought through sleeping routine, there are days where Lance does all his regular routine but instead of going to bed he likes to stay in the main room with Pidge whilst she works so she has some company,

- On the days where he sleeps in the main room, he makes sure to bring a bunch of pillows and blankets to ensure the most comfort in case Pidge gets tired and wants to sleep too - which is very rare but it has happened once or twice.

- They're both the biggest pokemon nerds, so when they find a bunch of pokemon movie box sets at the same place they got Kaltenecker, you bet they're going to watch it almost every week,

-I always get this warm feeling imagining them hanging out in one of their rooms, the room dimly lit by the screen, surrounded by snacks & technology, and them just belting out the original pokemon theme.

- Pidge is also the type of person who's laptop is just full of movies, shows and games she's downloaded,

- Despite the range of movies and shows Pidge has, the paladins tend to only watch, the Shrek movies, Jurassic Park and on an off chance they have a lot of time, you'll catch them watching The Walking Dead.

- Pidge and Lance 100% play Stardew Valley,

- They both miss the domestic aspect of earth and they find comfort in the little farming simulator,

- Lance romances Abigail because she reminds him of Pidge with her love for games, her bravery/strength and her overall cuteness ((he was previously married to Sebastian but has since divorced him in game to be with Abigail))

- Pidge romances Alex, because his love for the beach, cockiness and crippling self-doubt reminds her of Lance.

;))

[fuckthisshitimin]

Lance, throwing a ball: Think fast.

Pidge, a ball hitting her face: uh.

Lance: I said think fast.

Pidge: And thinking has absolutely nothing to do with catching, which is what I was thinking as this ball came closer and closer to my face.

[tydy-the-megnet]

The Brightest Stars

Day 5: Stars

Pidge stepped out onto the roof of the Garrison, freezing when she saw Lance lying down where she normally set up her scanners.

Lazily, Lance turned to her and smiled. “Hey, Pidge. What’re you doing up here?”

“I could ask you the same question.”

“Just doing some stargazing.” He answered, turning back to the sky.

“Really? You don’t seem the type.”

Lance chortled, and Pidge found herself sitting down beside him, her bag of equipment by her side, forgotten for the time being.

A couple minutes passed before he answered, “I’m gonna be up there soon. I can feel it.”

“Not if you keep crashing the simulator.”

“Hush, you. We’re gonna have a moment.”

“A moment?” she questioned, the edge of her lip quirking up. “What kind of moment?”

“A nice one. A bonding one.” Lance replied easily.

Pidge hummed and leaned back to lie down beside him. “You got a favorite?”

“A favorite star?” He wondered, “That one. It’s so bright.”

Pidge followed his arm, looking to where he was pointing, “That’s alpha Canis Majoris, or the Dog Star Sirius. It’s the brightest star in the night sky.”

“Huh. You know, you’re a pretty bright star, too.” Lance winked and nudged her, eliciting a laugh.

“It’s a part of the constellation Canis Major, also known as the Big Dog.”

“Wow. Do you have a favorite constellation?”

Pidge grinned and pointed straight north, “Right there, just barely above the horizon – the Big Dipper.”

“Oh, I know that one!”

“Ha, I think everyone does. What about you? What’s your favorite constellation?”

“Hm.” Lance pondered for a moment, looking around, “Where is Leo?”

“The lion? It’s over there.” She scooted around to point in the other direction, “See those stars that kind of make a floppy piece of pizza?”

Lance craned his neck to follow her arm, setting his head on her shoulder and sighting his eye right own the length of her arm, “Oh, I see it!”

Pidge turned, her nose sticking into his hair. She mumbled, “Good choice.”

“It’s my zodiac.”

“Mine’s Aries.”

“Oh,” Lance moved again, turning his head to look at her. Pidge didn’t move, leaving barely an inch between them as they gazed at each other with only the starlight shining down on them. “We’re compatible, I think.”

“You actually buy into astrology stuff?”

“It’s fun.”

Pidge hummed and stared unblinking into Lance’s eyes, the barest of lights from above making them twinkle, “I should teach you real astronomy.”

“Only if I can show you some astrology.”

They waited like that, neither retreating, and neither making that final move forward. Their breaths intermingled, fogging ever so slightly in the cool night air.

“Okay.”