#PALADORKS

[shutyour-quiznak-01]

Restarted voltron today

I have never screamed characters names louder or cried or hyperventilated more

[grumpycakes]

Hagaar: the red paladin's connection with you runs deeper than all the others, which makes him ... vulnerable

me: MOOD

Hagaar: He still believes there is good in you

me: I'LL FIGHT YOU

Hagaar: Which leaves him open to persuasion, you will exploit this

me: LOL the boy is THICK AS A BRICK, AIN'T NO WAY BRAINWASHED SHIRO IS GONNA EXPLOIT HIM. HE'LL JUST SIT THERE SAYING I LOVE YOU TILL SHIRO IS FIXED LBR. IT'S GONNA BE THE CAP AND BUCKY SCENE FROM WINTER SOLDIER ALL OVER AGAIN JFC

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Keith: You're my brother, I LOVE YOU!!

Shiro reacts to that and pulls back before going back into evil shiro

me: huh, maybe saying I love you at him a buncha times would have worked

[pricklyalpaca]

[cipher-wise]

The Paladins voting for the others is just- no words! For real tho, Lance and Keith ppl

tHE BUMB ONE

[lynnetendo]

He won the first round?!... ...Hi @blue-paladork, I really wanted to recreate the exact situation I was in when I read your comment on my post, which is - I slept the sleep of the dead and you said that Corrin actually won while I still was half asleep-, so here’s a comic... oh, yeah, I got the idea because of your icon, obviously! Sorry and... also sorry for out of character Moe Lukas.   (There’s a worse and different version under the cut... I was afraid even despite having a reason, Lukas being included might be too “lol random! x3”, so there’s Lachesis and Titania looking for Corrin alongside Lukas (since they wouldn’t have a their-game-universe dragon character they could cheer on in the gauntlet as well, like Lukas himself). also lukas is more OOC moe in the end asvghshjksdojl)

[the-lightning-strikes-again]

I saw something about “paladorks,” but my brain read it for some reason as “palasporks” and now I can’t unsee the Voltron cast as a group of dancing sporks 

[mysweetavalon]

EIGHT YEARS AFTER LOL

Findabhair Surana has found some sort of cure to the calling and is planning to retire with Leliana -- with whatever amount of time she has left. She still mourns Alistair's loss, but doesn't hold hate towards the Inquisitor or anyone about it. It was his time.

Marian (Stabina) Hawke is still with Merrill, and her remaining siblings; Garrett (Paladork), Bethany, and Adina (Douchy) have all found peace, for the time being. (Featuring their nicknames from Varric)

Helen Lavellan is still with Josephine in Antiva, and still speaks with everyone while theres an obvious calm before the storm.

[misterewrites]

Unlikely Allies (Welcome to the Underground

Hey everyone! E here hoping you are all safe and sound. Sorry for the delay. The original plan was for me to update every two week because of my various responsibilities but a lot of things ended up happening so I had to delay this chapter a bit. Also there has been a shift in my job that might affect the release date of this chapters as well so hopefully I can keep up the whole two week deadline but as a word of warning delays might happen.

Thank you for reading this project of mine. I really appreciate it and I am so glad it's doing so well. Feel free to Reblog, share, comment all that jazz I love reading them and remember this story is also on Ao3. Stay safe, wear your mask, wash your hands and take care of yourself and your love ones! Have a great week! E is out!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27814297/chapters/71425041

Story so far: One day into the Underground proper and Abigail has already been chased by strange creatures into an unexplored tunnel and a creepy house that screams trouble. Trapped within, the group runs into a paladin wandering the darken halls. Despite the stranger's calm demeaner, Oliver claims he's nothing but trouble and little does the group know how correct he is. 

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“No by the way” Oliver narrowed his eyes at the man before the trio.

The stranger tilted his head quizzically “No?”

“No” Oliver repeated firmly “We’re not interested in your righteous cause or your god.

The stranger chuckled darkly “What righteous cause?”

“You’re a paladin in an evil creepy house in an unexplored tunnel off the beaten path.” Oliver explained “That only means one thing: Trouble. Solius I take with the whole…”

He gestured to the faded sun symbol splashed across the dented armor.

“Aye” The paladin answered with a nod “I am Fen, judgment of the sun god Solius on this mortal plane.”

Oliver raised an eyebrow sarcastically “Solius is the god of sunshine, rainbows and redemption. I wasn’t aware of he added judgment to his resume.”

“He hasn’t” Abigail mumbled.

Neither Oliver or Fen paid her any attention.

“Your mocking is common among the faithless” Fen growled softly.

Oliver gave a noncommittal shrug “If you want to believe in a higher being in exchange for some magical whatevers, that’s a you problem. I’m good with my music.”

“Bards” Fen spat out distastefully.

“Paladorks.” Oliver replied with false civility.

Abigail and Archibald watched the barbed exchange carefully, unsure what exactly was going on.

Abigail’s knowledge of paladins was sketchy at best: Like clerics, she knew their drew their magic from the deity they have chosen to follow. Good and bad gods existed in equal measure in this world and each ruling a domain such as light, dark, night, murder, redemption. Unlike the clerics, who often were healers or at the very least practitioners of powerful magics, paladins were their god’s warrior on the mortal plane, protecting their flock or routing out their enemies with religious fervor and steel.

Abigail was only familiar with Solius due to her family’s livelihood. While not particularly devoted to the sun god, her parents often left offerings in his church in the town to help ensure a good harvest for the year.

Speaking honestly, Abigail was never sure how exactly clerics and paladins drew their magic from a god or how exactly gods worked. She had heard the elders endlessly argue whether the gods were divine or simply higher beings who were beyond the comprehension of mortal beings. It was frankly above her thought process and she rather focus on questions she could answer such as what she was going to eat that day and if the bloodblooms needed more or less water.

“So.” Oliver began tiredly “How much danger are we in?”

Abigail and Archibald shared a concern glance

“I’m sorry, did you just say we’re in danger?”

“Yes” Fen answered bluntly “Much danger.”

“Much danger?” Abigail couldn’t keep stop her pitch from rising “Danger!?”

Oliver gestured to Fen “Of course we’re in danger. A paladin’s here. An experienced

paladin.”

“How do you know he’s…?”

The question died in her throat as she got a good look at Fen: A longsword hung sheathed at his side, his armor worn and nicked dozens of scratches and dents across the faded symbol of a sunburst. At first she thought his left arm was draped in his riding cloak, hidden out of sight but as he pushed the hood from his head and adjusted the cloak with his right hand, she realized with an icy chill that he had no left arm.

Archibald shifted uncomfortably beside her.

“I lost it in a mighty battle.” Fen answered the group’s unasked question “I had it removed when a cursed creature bit my arm.”

“Cursed creature?” Abigail thought for a moment “Like a werewolf? Wait, there’s werewolves down here? How would that even work?”

“Mystic moon energy. Let’s move along.” Oliver chimed in “What are you hunting here in the dark?”

“Wait I want to know more about the werewolves!”

“Demon” Fen stated, ignoring Abigail’s inquires.

“We’re in its prison, aren’t we?” Oliver rubbed his eyes wearily.

Abigail stopped dead in her tracks “Demon?”

Fen remained silent but nodded in conformation.

“Demon.”

“For fucks sake. Can we leave?”

“Guys, there’s a demon here?”

Fen paused thoughtfully “I do not know but I would recommend against it. The sealing power of this place is weakened. If it were to escape….”

“Yeah, yeah.” Oliver cut him off “Innocent souls consumed, bloodshed, the standard spiel.”

Fen glared openly “How carefree it must be to hold nothing sacred.”

“Not all of us wear our bleeding hearts on our sleeve.” Oliver coldly replied.

Abigail cut in between them “There’s a demon here?!”

“Yes, I thought we made it clear. Keep up farm girl.”

“How are you not panicking?!”

“Survival instinct” Oliver explained simply “You can panic when you’re not about to die.”

“Speaking of, remember not to in a moment.” Fen glanced towards a darken hallway, drawing his blade quietly.

Something changed. The air, calm and still, became tense and uneasy. Goosebumps ran down Abigail’s spine as a sense of dread filled every inch of her body.

She wasn’t the only one who felt the shift: Archibald stood closer to her, one hand his bow the other on her shoulder, his breath steady yet stiff. Oliver held his lute in a death grip, his fingers curved in anticipation and ready to pluck the strings at a moment’s notice.

“It’s coming” Oliver whispered carefully to the others, his gaze fixated on the hallway before them.

At first Abigail was unsure how the bard knew that: the house was dark and the dusty air swirling about made it hard to make out anything beside silhouettes of furniture and decor.

Then she heard it: Thud, thud, thud of uneven footsteps as the demon lumbered ever closer to the group. The scraping of wood against something seemed impossibly loud in Abigail’s ears as she tried to shove down her fear from bubbling out of her throat.

“What the hell….?” she murmured as the creature shuffled uneasily into the room.

Oliver scoffed “Yes it did come from hell. Thank you farm girl.”

“Even now? Seriously Oliver?”

“It’s how I cope.”

The demon was humanoid, 7 feet tall with splotches of bruising across its deep red skin. The form was a strange mixture of heavily muscular and malnourished. It wobbled into the room, its thinly skeletal left leg being dragged along uselessly. It flexed its thick muscles threateningly as it held a massive weighed club up with little effort. The demon studied the others with sunken flaming eyes, its skin loose and pulled over the skull like an ill fitting mask. The wispy strains of reddish black hair swayed back and forth.

Abigail’s throat dried as the room became warm and stuffy almost as if this creature’s presence alone corrupted the air around them.

Abigail coughed a little, trying to clear her airway from the heat “What is that thing?!”

“No idea.” Oliver shrugged, clearing his throat as well.

“I thought you knew everything!”

“Not even close farm girl.”

“Then why do you act like it?!”

Abigail snarled but before she could strike at the bard, she felt Archibald’s hand gently squeeze her shoulder. She turned to face him and saw him breathing deep and slow.

He was right. This was not time to let her feat lash out everyone around her. She needed to stay calm if they were going to get out of this in one piece.

The demon tilted its head curiously at the group before it. It spoke deep and gravelly with a tone that was questioning but no one knew what it was asking.

“Maybe it’s asking if we come in peace?” Abigail chimed in hopefully.

“Tis a beast from hell. Do you really think it is asking for peace?” Fen scolded harshly.

Abigail’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment “I can dream alright! It’s my first time dealing a demon from the 7th pit of hell! Forgive me if I’m holding on to childish questions cause I’m trying not to freak out here! It’s how I cope!”

The demon grumbled its question again eyeing each person carefully.

“Watch for its left hook.” Fen cryptically offered.

“What?”

The demon shrieked, rattling the house violently before reaching out with its left hand. Without warning, the arm stretched forward towards the group, the skin wrinkling and pulling loose.

Abigail froze as the sharp nails grasped wildly in her direction.

Archibald moved, shoving Abigail out of the way but ran straight into the hand’s grasp. It dug its claws into his armor though luckily it hadn’t manage pierce skin.

“Archie!” Abigail cried, fumbling uselessly for her knife.

Fen and Oliver jumped into action: As the arm pulled back to drag the helpless archer closer, Fen grappled Archibald, holding on with all his strength. Oliver pluck his lute with a dramatic flourish, gold musical symbols filling the air for a moment. Abigail flinched at the clashing notes played but the demon’s reaction to the dissonance was far more explosive: Its face contorted and recoiled as if it Oliver had physically attacked it. Its body shuddered and its claws loosened their grip. Fen jabbed his blade into the demon’s grip over and over again until it released its hold on Archibald.

Demon snarled hungrily as the arm snapped back into place.

“Archie, Archie I’m sorry I…” The words died in Abigail’s throat as he gave her a comforting smile.

“Don’t worry farm girl.” Oliver shouted, pulling at her cloak to get her moving “It happens but if you’re not good at fighting…”

“Get good at getting out of the way.” Abigail whispered back as she allowed the bard to pull her to the side.

Oliver faced Abigail questioningly “Oh you know the saying? That’ll save time.”

Abigail remained silent. Arthur used to tell her that when he joined the knights.

Fen pushed forward, sword drawn with Archibald close behind.

Archibald fired an arrow, attempting to cover Fen’s approach but it bounced harmlessly off the demon’s skin.

Fen lunged forward, swinging wide and cutting a deep gash across its chest but the beast countered, aiming its club towards the paladin’s head. He ducked, tucking under the demon’s outstretched arm and backing off.

“Oi paladin! Where’s your holier than thou smiting divine power?” Oliver called from behind a chair.

Fen didn’t reply, too busy deflecting the demon’s club with the flat of his blade. He drove his blade deep into the creature’s shoulder but the demonic entity ignored it completely. It gripped him tightly by the armor and lifted off his feet. Fen tried to push the sword deeper but it wasn’t slowing the demon.

The demon bent it shoulder in an uneven angle as it raised its club just above Fen’s head. It gave toothy smile, its fangs glistening in the dark while preparing to deal the finish blow.

It staggered backwards as an arrow struck its eye. It bounced off same as before but the demon was caught unaware and reacted instinctively.

Fen took his chance. He reached into his hood and smashed a vial of clear liquid across the stunned demon’s face.

It howled in pain as steam rolled off its burning face. The demon dropped Fen as it wildly flailed about, smashing anything nearby to splinters.

It shouted in its infernal tongue before crashing into the doorway, breaking a chunk of the wall off and retreating deeper into the house.

Archibald shakily leaned against the wall to catch his breath while Oliver approached Fen, his jaw tense with anger.

“What’s the big idea?” Oliver poked the paladin’s chest “What scam are you running?”

Fen’s face twisted in anger “Scam? How dare you speak to me like that!”

“Stow it.” Oliver snarled “You are not a paladin.”

Fen rose to full height, glaring with unrestrained rage “I AM A PALADIN! THE CHOSEN OF SOLIUS!”

“Former chosen.” Oliver spat out.

The anger drained out of Fen’s eyes only to be replaced by shame.

Oliver clenched his fist “I knew it. This isn't some mission for a higher power. This is a suicide run trying to get back in your god’s good graces! He renounced you, didn’t he?”

Abigail stood rooted in place “Is that a thing?”

“Yeah. It’s a two way street. You devote your life and existence to a god and they grant you the power to do so but if they happen not to agree with how you do things then bye bye divine magic. That’s why he wasn’t smiting it with holy energy.”

Fen said nothing.

“God this is why I hate paladins.” Oliver fumed “You act better than anyone but you’re as a big a sham as me!”

“I am nothing like you.”

“You lost all rights to your high horse pal. Now what’s the plan?”

“The plan?” Fen repeated in confusion.

“Yes focus.” Oliver replied “The plan to deal with the demon. I assume you have one or did you come in here expecting to kill it with your normal boring self?”

Fen scoffed “I am not completely brain dead. Of course I have a plan.”

“Which is?”

“The seal.” Fen awkwardly started “If we can strengthen the seal, we can weaken the demon enough to put it to sleep.”

Oliver rubbed his eyes “And of course you don’t know where it is.”

“It is well hidden for a reason.”

Oliver let out a tired sigh.

“We’ll help” Abigail jumped in “We can’t let that thing escape into the Underground.”

“And we don’t want to die.” Oliver chimed in.

“That too."

Archibald looked uneasy but resigned. This wasn’t what he signed up for but he really didn’t have a choice.

Fen raised an eyebrow “And that is it? You’ll do it out of the goodness of your heart, bard?”

“Of course not” Oliver admitted “But the sooner we get this done, the sooner I don’t have to deal with you.”

“Finally we are agreed” Fen murmured.

Abigail sighed “I wish I didn’t have to deal with Oliver anymore.”

Oliver clapped his hand together, completely ignoring Abigail “Alright, let’s see what we’re working with. How many vials of holy water do you have left?”

Fen blinked in surprise “Three but how did you…?”

“Don’t bother.” Abigail mouthed.

“Alright. Give them to Archie. He can dip his arrows in them.” Fen rolled his eyes sarcastically “And what will I use oh great amazing leader? My sword is not enough to slay the beast and I need time to apply the water as well.”

Oliver stepped closer, staring eye to eye with the paladin as he pushed his lute into his hands “If you lose this, I will kill you.”

“And what am I suppose to do with this? Play a song about friendship and love? Overcharge for a children’s rhythm?” Fen mocked.

“No you idiot.” Oliver pulled away “You beat him back to hell with it.”

Fen stared at him utterly lost.

Oliver knocked on the surface of the lute “It’s magic.”

Fen couldn’t contain his surprise despite his loathing of the bard

“Your lute is magic?”

Oliver rolled his eyes “Yes. It’s not a sword or a spear but at least you’ll be able to hurt him some. At least enough for me and farm girl to find the seal.”

“Me and who now?” Abigail shook her head “Wait, your lute is magic? Why is that important?”

“Demons are naturally resistant to mortal weapons” Fen explained as he held the lute aloft, getting a feel for its weight “It would be like attacking them with a butter knife, Painful but ultimately an empty gesture. But magic, whether spells or items imbued, can bypass their nature. Holy magic would be ideal hence the holy water.”

“But we work with what we got.” Oliver finished “And can you fight farm girl?”

Abigail shifted her foot shamefully.

Oliver snapped his finger “No. Don’t do that. Nothing wrong with not knowing how to fight. I don’t.”

“But you know magic!” Abigail argued “That’s more than me.”

“Look I don’t like you.” Oliver admitted “But beating yourself up isn’t going to save us. Yes I know magic but I’m not going to be tossing fire or lightning out of my fingertips. That’s not how my magic works. Finding that seal is just as important as Archibald’s and Fen’s job.”

Abigail glanced towards Archibald. His face was grim but determined.

“What’s your job Archie?” Abigail asked gently, unable to keep the worry out of her voice.

Archibald punched a fist into his hand.

“You’re planning on fighting? That thing?”

Archibald nodded firmly.

“Archie, you can’t be serious! What if it hurts you? I promised Cecilia I’d keep you safe! Archie…”

Abigail stopped as the archer wrapped his arms tightly around her. It was warm and gentle. Tears formed in her eyes. It felt nice to be hugged again. She hadn’t been hugged in such a long time she forgot how calming it was.

He pulled away, giving her a soft smile.

Abigail still wasn’t happy with the situation but there was little choice left.

“Alright.” Oliver spoke with an edge of finality “While you two keep the demonic asshole distracted, me and farm girl will find the seal and try to strengthen it.”

“Farm girl and I” Abigail corrected.

“Seriously?”

“No, I wanted to mess with you. It’s how I cope.”

Oliver glared “We need to move fast. Once the seal is strengthen we’ll need to make a break for the exit as soon as possible because I am not dealing this place longer than I have to.”

“Do you even know how to strengthen ancient seals?” Abigail asked

“No idea but I’m a quick study.” Oliver admitted.

Abigail glanced out the grime covered windows “That’s not very comforting. And what if those shadowy creatures are out there still?”

“That’s a for later problem. Let’s focus on one life or death situation at a time.”

“Fun” Abigail replied glumly “I’m really enjoying my time in the underground guys.”

“That’s the spirit farm girl!

“I hate you so much right now.”

[poly-losers-club]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: IT (Movies - Muschietti), IT - Stephen King, Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Beverly Marsh/Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier, Richie Tozier/Stanley Uris, Bill Denbrough/Richie Tozier, Bill Denbrough/Mike Hanlon/Ben Hanscom/Eddie Kaspbrak/Beverly Marsh/Richie Tozier/Stanley Uris, Will Byers/Mike Wheeler Characters: Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak, Stanley Uris, Mike Hanlon, Bill Denbrough, Beverly Marsh, Ben Hanscom, Mike Wheeler, Lucas Sinclair, Will Byers, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Dustin Henderson, Eleven | Jane Hopper Additional Tags: lucas/max are background and mentions of dustin/suzie, also mentions of background nancy relationships, thats right bitches its poly losers time, poly losers club, or as i like to call it - the Lovers club, This starts off as a chat fic and slowly becomes not a chat fic, Richie Tozier and Mike Wheeler Are Twins, The Losers Club Love Each Other (IT), ooooh do i want to tag something thats kinda spoilery...., ill tag it later, Richie Tozier & Stanley Uris Are Best Friends, Soft Richie Tozier, he has emotions and a lot of them, Post-IT (2017), ive never seen chapter 2 but i know vague things that im going to ignore, Post-Stranger Things 3, but hopper is fine dont worry, the byers didnt move, and hopper is fine, Pennywise is His Own Warning (IT), Established Relationship, Secret Relationship, Getting Together, so sorry about the amount of tags i tend to ramble, no beta we die like henry bowers did in this fic, ding dong the bitch is dead, there is a Lot of bevchie in this which was an exercise to write, because i have never written bevchie before, but im also incapable of not gravitating to streddie, so theyre there too and theyre in love, there is some minor homophobic language, but i will let you know which chapters use it, and i will add more tags if i think of any Summary:

It's been far too long since Richie and Mike have seen each other - but in that time, a lot has happened for both of them. Now as they reunite in Hawkins, and as their friend groups collide, how long can those dangerous secrets remain hidden? Has too much happened for them to be as close as they used to?

Can Richie ever have the serious conversation that he's been planning for weeks?

And most importantly...are their battles truly over?

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  This Isn’t The DND Chat, Will

  William the Wiseiam: Mike: i hate richie, hes annoying, i don't want him to visit William the Wiseiam: also Mike: texts richie for almost an hour, while i'm sitting in the room and can watch him go through a face journey at whatever richie is saying

The Cool One: drag him

Another one bites the Dustin: sassy will is my favorite will

Paladork: fuck all of you

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[Not my work -- but couldn't find a post on tumblr for it anywhere. Please link me if there is a post already. All credit goes to the author]

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I Would've If I Needed To

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by Derpy_is_awesome

“You know,” he began, voice soft, “there was a time that I would’ve died for you…” 

His memories aren’t exactly linked to his words, but his words are true nonetheless.

Keith, already having been tense, only seems to stiffen even more and frowns, staring at Lance.

He looks surprised, but his eyes show pain, regret.

His voice is just as quiet when he replies.

Hesitant.

“What changed?”

His eyebrows are furrowed and Lance shifts, turns his body, lifts his free hand to Keith’s face, and gently tries to smooth out the male’s expression. Keith allows it, but his eyes only reflect his own sorrow even more now that his entire expression is carefully blanked out.

Lance knows the answer to Keith’s question instantly.

Really, he didn’t have a choice in the matter; his heart had chosen for him long ago.

His hand drops from Keith’s face, trailing down, following the bump of his chest, smoothing out the creases on the sleeve of Keith’s Garrison uniform, until his free hand meets Keith’s currently unoccupied hand.

He intertwines them, tightens his grip with both hands, and smiles ruefully, “Nothing, Keith. Nothing has changed.”

Words: 1863, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron)

Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron)

Additional Tags: Fluff, slight angst, Miscommunication, Pining Keith (Voltron), Pining Lance (Voltron), Gay Keith (Voltron), Bisexual Lance (Voltron), Keith (Voltron) is Bad at Feelings, Keith (Voltron) is a Mess, Socially Awkward Keith (Voltron), Keith (Voltron) Angst, Keith/Lance (Voltron) Angst, Insecure Lance (Voltron), Cuban Lance (Voltron), Lance (Voltron) is a Mess, Lance (Voltron) Angst, POV Lance (Voltron), Keith/Lance (Voltron) Fluff, Eventual Keith/Lance (Voltron), Slow Burn Keith/Lance (Voltron), Kinda, if y'all haven't guessed, i can't handle slowburn well, LMAO, Pining Keith/Lance (Voltron), Keith/Lance (Voltron)-centric, Mutual Pining, Dorks, Canon Divergence, Paladorks, if paladorks isn't a tag istg-

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Headcanon

Vitae in his Main Verse works closely with Pidge and Hunk on projects. Most often, this is for the overall betterment of gear, or the ship.  Sometimes, it’s for the sake of shenanigans.  He has a great love of fucking with the enemy for giggles and morale. In one especially notable case, using a hacking program, he managed to tap into a fleet of Galran fighters. Completely overtaking them is next to impossible-- but seizing their audio broadcasting signal? Child’s play.  Nothing is more infuriating for a Galran Carrier than to watch their robotic fighters get picked off like flies to the sounds of maniacal cackling and the sweet, sweet vocalizations of Queen’s ‘ Don’t Stop Me Now ‘ in HQ. At least a dozen footsoldiers that week were sent to do the dirtiest ship work possible because they were caught humming a few bars of Freddie Mercury.

[grumpycakes]

Got this adorable Sketch commission done! Some good hug-y Sheith smooches!

[justsomevoltronstuff]

You don't need to answer this, I just wanted to say thank you! For doing the matchups for random people on the internet, for having an accepting blog, for being so sweet and kind, I could go on for a while! I know I can't speak for anyone else, but reading the description of this fictional relationship that you created, and the way that you add little notes at the beginning of each, it just made my day, so thank you!

I woke up and read this and was like, I’m answering it. but not bc I wanna toot my own horn and be like ‘oh that’s so nice yes shower me in compliments’ nahh babes, I wanna take a moment to thank you for this, because honestly y’all being so encouraging and nice to lil ole me asdfghjkl I can’t thank you enough for that🥰🥺🥺

I can’t describe how happy it makes me that you enjoy my writing, y’all all may be strangers on the internet with completely different personalities, but we all share a common love for the Paladorks or else we wouldn’t be here

💙❤️🖤💚💛

~Rori💜

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A Day in the Life of the Shirogane Family

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by No1DigiBakuFan

After Allura's sacrifice, everyone went on a mission to bring her back, sacrificing Voltron and Sincline to get Allura back. About 5 years after, Allura and Lance got married along side Shiro and Keith. One year later brought Allura and Lance's son Alfor and Shiro and Keith's daughter Akira into the picture. Then another too years gave the boys a son named Sven. This is a look at their every day lives, from when they wake, to when they intend to sleep.

Part of the Secret Santa Exchange in the Legendary Paladorks, a multishiping Voltron Discord server. Exchange Twitter info if interested.

Words: 5866, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Keith (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Love Child 1: Akira, Love Child 2: Sven, Kosmo (Voltron), Iverson (Voltron), Love Child 3: Alfor, Hunk (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Allura (Voltron), Krolia (Voltron), Pidge (Voltron), Kolivan (Voltron), Atlas (Voltron)

Relationships: Keith/Shiro (Voltron), Allura/Lance (Voltron)

Additional Tags: Vague Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Sleepy Cuddles, Sleepy Kisses, Kid Fic, Post-Canon, Not Canon Compliant, Epilogue What Epilogue, Slice of Life, Married Life, Cute Kids, Life Lessons, Diplomacy, Found Family, Meddling Kids, Plans, Bonding, Communication, Gymnastics, Teasing, Tickle Fights, First Crush, Crush on a Parental Figure, Bad Flirting, Space Husbands, Domestic Life in Space, Chores, Cuddling & Snuggling, Movie Night, Bedtime, Hinted smut, Fade to Black

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Boyfriend bracelets

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by Cosmic_choclet

Christmas is nearing and Keith wants to give a present to the two bodyguards he likes so much and tell them his feelings. Now he just needs to muster the courage to do it.

Words: 4931, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Multi

Characters: James Griffin (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Keith (Voltron)

Relationships: Keith/Shiro (Voltron), James Griffin/Keith (Voltron), James Griffin/Keith/Shiro (Voltron)

Additional Tags: Secret santa for the Legendary Paladorks server exchange

read it on the AO3 at Boyfriend bracelets

[plumeriafairy14]

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY FROM YOUR LOCAL GAY PALADORKS. They are so in love, it's cheesy. 💙❤💙❤💙