#She's not a Voltron OC

[spicymancer]

OC DNA for Monster Researcher Eclair! Her original characterization was a lot more subdued and demure. Nagato Yuki-esque. Eventually she sort of ended up being much more proactive and earnest. Anyway you can find the original template here!

[lexicorp]

Style Challenge! It's like 12 if ya count mine

geez tho I had a couple more I wanted to do but alas

I'm still proud I was able to get myself to complete this many though!

the absolute weirdest details to translate were how to do her cat eye syndrome, the different color roots, and the jewelry

my favorite lineart was definitely voltrons

[nekomortiz]

[Future Ver.]

Fun part abt losing power is i actually draw!

Worst part abt losing power is i get dumb ideas..

[yulgurr]

voltron oc in a year 2024? damn thats crazy.

my 14 yo self would've been really happy ab it tho!! (i couldn't draw her back then)

codename Valor

and thats about it i don't think i'll draw her again.. just something to tick off of my list of things my younger self would've loved

[azziopeia]

sigh voltron oc brain rot o clock…

[sparkystarlight]

actually doing kinktober for once over on twt :3

[clickabletale]

I may have been rethinking on my past VLD next gen/ship kids, primarily Pidge and Hunk’s kids. Don’t get me wrong, I still love Zeke and Molly. I want to draw them more, but I think I’ve been coming up with different headcanons for Pidge and having a family ever since I’ve realized last year that I’m asexual. (Like I did technically come out when I was 12 or so but I forgot and it all came back to me as an adult lesbian. 😭)

With my experiences, Pidge as asexual or demisexual just made more and more sense to me, but they would still want a domestic life with Hunk and having a family like her own. Pidge would probably feel really guilty about talking about it, but her family, Hunk and the rest of the Paladins would still be supportive. 💪💕

I’m thinking instead, possibly they both agree get a trusted surrogate to make that happen. (Probably with the tech in Voltron, idk somehow they twins would still inherit most of their parents traits without Pidge having to carry them.)

Just wanted to talk about that as I’ve been thinking on it a lot. 😭

[gingerbread-qwq]

My Voltron OC!!

[v-tired-queer]

Doodling for an AU I'm working on for VLD and this is the first baby that I've drawn that actually turned out how I envisioned 🤣 Practice does pay off 🩷

[i-heart-lombaxes]

Well I don’t have much to say today but it’s Kanti’s Birthday!!!! Happy Birthday best girl Kanti yassss!!!

Have some of my favorite pictures of her I’ve probably already posted:

[echthr0s]

sometimes I think about what it must have been like for anyone Chantry-affiliated to find out that the guy who is simultaneously saving the world and fucking it up in new Maker-unapproved ways is a Chasind hedge witch slash necrodancer that looks like *see last reblog*. ultimate prissy sour-lemon expression on every face every time he strolls into town (especially if it's an Orlesian town) and they can't do shit about it unless they want to become mushroom food as in that one Hannibal episode specifically

[burn-your-roses]

“I could take you home,” it said, a gentle smile on its face, dark eyes sparkling. “Back to Earth, that is.”

Lance gave the creature a ghost of a smile, eyes sad. “While that sounds great, I kinda have a job to do,” he said. “And I gotta finish it. Shiro always says that as soon as we’re done with the mission, we’ll go back.”

The creature stepped forward, slender hands finding their way onto his forearms, its touch warm and gentle. “Oh but you could see your family again! It must be so difficult,” it frowned, “Being so far away from them, knowing you had the power to go back, but not being able to.” Lance’s smile flickered, biting his lip. It wouldn’t be that bad to tell it how he felt. What would happen anyway? It’s not like he’d leave the group to go back to Earth, even if the idea entertained his mind sometimes while he slept.

“it is difficult,” he admitted, “I really miss them all.” The words tumbled out of his mouth now, and he held it's small hands in his, talking past the sudden lump in him throat. “And I feel really, really bad cos y’know, I didn’t even get to tell my family that I was going. They don’t even know if I’m alive! My máma,” he sighed, looking up at it, who squeezed their hands together, “God, she’d be worried sick.”

“I understand,” it said, it's voice soft and eyes so, so dark and so warm. “You truly have a heart of fire to carry on through this feeling.” It looked at him with those dark eyes through thick lashes, “But you know you do not have to continue like this. One day it will burn you.” It smiled warmly. “You do not have to keep fighting, Lance. I can take you home!” It was closer now, and God, Lance wanted to believe every word it was saying, wanted to look into those dark eyes and fall, wanted to just go home. He was so tired.

“But the mission,” he mumbled, a tiny part of his mind flickering in protest. He thought of his new family, Pidge, with their sharp wit and childish shrieks of laughter that reminded him of his siblings. Hunk, with his warm hugs and golden heart, his oldest friend. Shiro, with his stern but kind eyes and his ridiculous dad jokes. Coran, who sat with Lance and listened to him while they exchanged stories of their homes. Allura, who'd let him braid her hair, who'd make blanket forts with him when he was missing home. Keith. His Keith, all hot breath and arms around his waist, violet eyes and mischievous smile. Their soft talks while watching the stars and the gentle press of his lips. “My team. My family.”

“They're not your family, not really. If they were, where are they now?" Family stays together." It sighed, before smiling gently at him. "They’d understand,” it said kindly, “If they care for you as much you do for them, they would understand if you wanted to go home, Lance.”

Home. It sounded so alluring, so convincing, so close, as close as those dark eyes where from his own brown ones.

“Who’d pilot Blue though?” He murmured, dragging his gaze away from those eyes, those reassuring eyes, so warm and so-

It's hand lifted his chin up, smiling at him when their eyes met. “I think someone else would be able to pilot her. She is the easiest o pilot , no?”

Lance nodded, head spinning. Dark eyes, dark and warm, dark and war-

“That’s why she chose you was it not?” it asked, “You were the easiest option.”

“Not the first choice?” Lance mumbled. Stupid boy, not the first choice, never the first choice, who would choose you, of all people-

“Not quite. Look, Lance, they don’t need you,” it said, not unkindly. “Up here, they don’t need you. You’re no one’s first choice. You know that don’t you?”

Lance nodded again.

“But back on Earth?” it continued, face eager and smiling. Smiling dark eyes. “Back on Earth you are the first choice. They need you , down there. They want you.”

And that’s all he wanted. To be needed, to be wanted. Everyone could tell he wasn’t important up here- it was just like it had said. And it couldn’t possibly be wrong. How could he not believe it, with those dark eyes, warm and safe and wanting and-

“Take me home.”

[bluwrites]

Erm, hi. *Shoves my voltron oc angst at you* This is them doing the BoM trials.

Lucky is human, but often mistaken for half galra, and she's a doctor/surgeon.

I never had an opinion on the colour yellow, but when I saw those eyes above me on the floor, I knew I loved that colour.

I never cared for swords or knives until you told me I had to. Now they're my favorite weapon.

I never liked the quiet, but now that I have to be quiet, I do, just for you.

The sounds of my heart beating was all I could hear, staring at the roof above my broken body. My lungs felt like collapsing, the tumor attatched threatening to end my life. My body bruised from my fight for acceptance. Despite the misconception of who I am, I'm determined to show these people I can belong.

My sweat and blood have been put it into this, I can't back down now. I lift myself up, lungs threatening to fail and my body screaming at me to back down. But there's just one thing left to do. If I can get through that door, just get to it. On my feet again my throat burns and my vision threatens to blacken. "I'm not done yet." It's a whisper but it's heard, in my hand the dagger glistens in the light of the room. It's like I'm Jacky Chan suddenly and I'm up and kicking again.

They come at me again and again but I dodge and strike back. I can just feel my feet giving out, my breath leaving my body, and I slip, i'm falling, it's not stopping. I'm not in that room, but I didn't go through the door. I'm wondering what happens when it all gives out finally, my breath hitches and my knees buckle. I'm on the floor writhing in pain, throat spasms, I need air, but nothing is coming in and its killing me slowly. Then I see it, my end, this is where I go out. There's a bright light and I see myself. I'm younger, 19, I remember this. I'm sitting beside a hospital bed, and there's mom. She's got a tube in her throat, nothing attached. The monitor is flat-lined. She's dead. This was the last time I saw her. The last time I saw her gorgeous brown hair and aged skin.

She never gave up, she did everything she could to live another day, for me. But she still lost that battle. I couldn't do the same, I had to keep fighting like she did. There's no cure in space but if I can be out here with Aliens I can go home and get the treatment I need. The next thing I know I'm staring at a roof again, the same gray roof, in one of those rooms I had been fighting in. Did I pass the trials? My hand clutches the blade subconsciously, it feels different, and I can breath. I can breath!

Tears prick my eyes and I inhale deeply, raising my hand to look at the blade. It's different and longer, curved at the end like a curved back blade, a scalpel. How ironic. Then I hear those doors open and I know it's over. I passed the test.

When all of that is said and done I can feel someone's hands on my face, slapping my cheek. They're trying to keep me awake, but I can't hold on for a moment longer, my body quivers and I hack up my own blood. It's terrifying to see my blood on his hands after he wipes my lips clean. I hold on for one moment longer and I see those beautiful yellow eyes staring at me and yelling something in my face. Then it's nothing, and I assume I'm dead. I am floating in a pool of nothing. Only darkness is there and then a light at the end of a tunnel graces my sight.

[sminny-wew]

Do you ever think about how people drew and thirsted over the IGF Atlas more than they did with Voltron itself

[numerous-bees-in-a-skin-suit]

a drawing dump of my ocs who i love very very much since my mental health is yet again in the fucking gutter!!! they are: Faris (red hair), Kat (blue hair), and Ari (purple hair). they are my sillies

(the first drawing is this challenge I found on tiktok where you shuffle your music and the first one you get you have to redraw as one of your characters)

[toastess-with-the-mostess]

I think I'm gonna talk about my VF OC more! For now, I'm gonna be self-indulgent with her and talk about potential lion placement, lol

I'm not sure if this would be canon to my rewrite, but I like the idea of Anya having a connection to yellow, especially because in VLD the yellow paladin basically wears their heart on their sleeve and tries to help everyone before themselves her being a royal advisor is legitimately the embodiment of half of that, the other comes from her personality as I like to think of her as an open book when it comes to her emotions

Obviously she isn't trained to be a pilot, she was never meant to be one nor does she want to be one. But my idea is that hunk get knocked down during a fight with a robeast, the team still being on Arus means Anya is there to help but what about the cadets? All of them are paired up with pilots already, Daniel with lance, Vince with Allura, and Larmina with pidge. Except as we see in every fight where it's the lions vs a robeast and not voltron themself, they don't fare too well

So the team can't get to Hunk, and he isn't responding to them at all. Then Anya makes the very stupid and very dangerous call to run out there and get to him herself. When she does, he doesn't respond to her either (but is otherwise ok) and while the team is yelling at her for choosing to do something like that, they at least recognize she can manually* start the lion.

*In reference to DOTU since they always activated their lions by inserting the key into them, the same way Sven did in Ghost In The Lion, instead of the remote start they have now with the voltcoms

Once yellow lion comes back online, everything is on her, and she doesn't know how to fly. Yet she knows the lions are sentient, so before taking her first attempt into piloting into an active war zone and piloting in general, she begs yellow to work with her because it's more than just her life that is in danger because of an inactive lion

There's definitely more to that part specifically, but that's when her connection happens. Yellow doesn't just kick on autopilot to help her out, she telepathically reaches out to her to tell* her that she was bold to think she could make a difference without having any skills to back her up, but that it was the right choice to make anyway

*I imagine they talk to anyone that's not their pilot but only if worthy of them similarly to bumblebee and his radio in the transformers Bay movies, with bits of pieces of people talking from their own memories, not perfect but gets the job done. The pilots can hear their actual voice though and have a stronger physical and mystical connection to them.

Anya and yellow manage to get back to the team, who are going nuts at the turn of events, and get close enough to green to let Larmina hop over to take over yellow. From there the battle is won and once they're back in the castle, with Hunk now conscious and getting checked out at med bay, the pilots all bombard her with questions over what happened and how she felt being about to talk to the lions.

She's obviously freaked out, but she's happy that something as important as a lion of voltron trusted her to do the right thing, especially enough to form a connection like that. Lance starts talking to her about doing flight training and the others agree, but she refuses to get into the pilot's seat again because she doesn't want to be out on the battlefield ever again

They manage to convince to her some training because even if she's not out there being another cadet, she's the closest thing to a backup pilot they've got right now, and they definitely need it against maahox's forces