#Shirogane Takashi

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Sensitive Sheith. They tire so much.

[uniquecellest]

Klance and Adashi parallels that keep me up:

Keith and Adam: both went and did something sewer slideal (to be fair though Adam was ordered and Keith got saved by Lotor)

Lance and Shiro: both died but ended up coming back to life (Lance via Alluras powers and Shiro via having his conscience being put inside a clone), they're also both like mega flirts and disasters

Shiro and Keith: wanting to be in space no matter what and helping people constantly

Lance and Adam: love piloting but also wanting to be on Earth (I like to think Lance helps out on the farm but he's also the new lead MFE pilot for the Garrison and is teaching a new generation)

Also both ships have their own holt sibling that more than likely annoyed them about their crushes (Matt definitely bugged Shiro more than Adam and Pidge definitely bugged Lance more)

If yall have any other parallels throw them down

[alumi-san]

Shira: Lance kissed you?

Keith: *staring woefully out of his window*

Shira: And you said thank you..?

Keith: Yeah.

Shira: Well, that was very polite of you.

Meanwhile

Lance: Thank you?!?! WTF DOES THAT MEAN?!

Pidge: He's stupid Lance, you know that.

[t0oth-r0t]

some silly voltron thoughts;

shiro is actually very goofy and fun around his partner (originally this was gonna be about adam but it could also apply to curtis)

around the team, he's their leader and a parental figure. he provides them with guidance and instruction, and he's a mentor. he's the black lion's paladin, but with his partner, he's shiro and that's so special to me guys

like imagine he's baking with his partner, he's wearing some branded apron he was gifted by the garrison as part of a consolation package, and they both have flour in their hair and on their noses.

whatever they were making ends up burnt but they laugh about it and order postmates instead, turning on a stupid horror movie and eating storebought cookies until they fall asleep on the couch.

it's one of the few domestic moments that shiro *really* gets to experience as a pilot, but more importantly it makes him remember he's in his fucking 20's. it gives him a chance to actually feel like it.

when he's around someone he loves (especially if it's romantic), he lets himself feel like he doesn't know what he's doing. and that feels so, so good. for once, he doesn't have to pretend all of his shit is together, and he can relax and act his age.

[pidges-lost-robot]

An alien cat: *meows*

Coran: You sly bastard, I would never have thought of that!

Shiro: I’m sorry, can he actually speak space cat or is he just messing with us?

Allura: Knowing him, it may very well be both

[linkemon]

It's gonna be alright (Keith Kogane x Reader)

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ᴋᴇɪᴛʜ ᴛʀɪᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴘᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱʜɪʀᴏ'ꜱ ᴅɪꜱᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ. ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴏɴ ᴋɴᴏᴡʟᴇᴅɢᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴏᴏᴋɪᴇꜱ ʜᴇʟᴘ. ᴏʀ ᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴀꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ [ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ] ꜱᴀʏꜱ…

ᴀᴅᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: 1. ᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ꜱᴘᴏɪʟᴇʀꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴇᴀʀʟʏ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴꜱ.

It was the final stretch.

I snuck out again. Doing it in the evening would mean that someone would probably catch me but at night it's much easier. If the rest of the team saw me now, I'd probably get scolded but I couldn't help myself. Hunk finally baked some edible cookies!

I grabbed a plate from the nearest shelf and helped myself to a generous amount, then rearranged the cookies that had fallen out of formation back into a pyramid. This way, no one noticed when one or two floors disappeared.

As a medical student, or rather a former student, because on Earth I've probably already been kicked out of school, I always tell my team to eat healthily. I am quite aware of the effects of overeating at night and too many sweets but everyone has smaller or larger deviations. Mine gradually started to increase after Hunk got a new recipe for blueberry cookies.

When we tasted them for the first time, I was skeptical because of their blue color. We chose Coran as the tester because no one else wanted to poison themselves. However, it turned out that we had avoided failure. They tasted like cocoa.

Since then, Hunk has been baking them almost all the time and I've been stealing them on the sly. It quickly turned out that paladins had a habit of getting up often in the middle of the night. At first I ate in the living room and almost got caught when Pidge walked by. However, I managed to find a solution. My place for a snack was the rather narrow roof, which was accessed through a window on the top floor of the castle. Perhaps someone would be able to spot me during the day but at night it was virtually impossible.

I headed there too, thinking only that in a moment I would inhale that cocoa scent again. I crossed the hall, opened the window, and then placed the plate on the tiny windowsill. I had both legs out and was just about to start eating when it turned out I wasn't alone.

Keith was now sitting in my usual seat with wide eyes. He looked ready to jump but visibly relaxed when he saw it was just me.

Well, great.

So I did the only right thing that could be done in such a situation.

— Cookie?

— Excuse me? — He asked.

— I asked if you wanted a cookie. — I sat down and offered him a plate. — Just don't betray to others because I won't have a life.

He ate it, then reached for another one.

We never got along very well, partly because we didn't know each other before I joined the team. It's true that I didn't argue with him like Lance but he had such a heavy personality that I preferred spending time with Hunk or Allura. He always seemed quite cold to me but I admired his skills and courage because he certainly had plenty of that.

The silence was quite uncomfortable, so I decided to break it.

— Nice sky.

No response from Mr. Silent.

It was beautiful. A shade of navy blue completely different than the one on Earth. Constellations unlike any I've seen. Everything was different here. The thought always brought a momentary feeling of nostalgia and longing for my family but I was used to it by now. It hasn't wanted to leave me since I got here.

— Sooo... you came to think? — I said with my mouth full.

— You could say that — he muttered.

What an elaborate statement.

— I came to eat without anyone noticing. I glanced at him. — But it didn't work out as you can see. — What are you thinking about?

I didn't receive any response.

Keith started to stand up but I grabbed his sleeve.

— It's a bit inelegant of you to leave me in the middle of a conversation now.

If this could even be called a conversation...

— Something will attack me here at night when it smells food if I stay alone. — I stuffed the cookie into myself with my free hand. — If you want, we can sit in silence — I added.

I saw his hesitation but he finally sat back down after the last sentence.

I wanted to keep my word, I really wanted to. The problem, however, was the talkativeness. Everyone around me knew perfectly well that I was loud and ubiquitous. I also had trouble keeping my mouth shut. Keith and I were basically opposites, which was one of the reasons we had limited contact.

In short, I could be irritating. No wonder I couldn't last more than a few minutes.

— If you don't want to say what you're thinking, don't say it — I started. — But if you change your mind, you know  — I stabbed him in the arm — you can vent.

— Do I look like someone who wants to talk?

No, you look like an irritated bastard.

— No but you look like someone who needs it. You know, as a pseudo-doctor on this team, I also have to take care of your mental health. I think it's just as important as physical one.

His expression softened slightly. He was clearly wondering whether he should share with me what was on his mind.

The silence grew.

This is how my career as a psychologist dies prematurely.

I actually could have given up but I felt like I wanted to help. Kind of like when I was quite little and put plasters on literally all the kids in my neighbourhood who had bad knees. This feeling turned into a passion — the desire to professionally care for others. I didn't have the opportunity to graduate because I was in the middle of another galaxy but I did my best. I tried to use everything I had at hand to help those who were saving planets and races that we had never known about before.

— It's about my leadership — he began, so quietly that I could barely hear him. — I feel bad about it. Everyone is counting on me, they want me to give them orders but I have the impression that whatever I do, wherever I step, will be wrong. I'm not even sure how to get along with you. After I came back to the team, everyone looks at me differently. I'm not like Shiro. My only hope is to find him and bring him back but I don't even know where to start looking for him.

I'm out of cookies.

— It's obvious — I felt his eyes on me — that you're not Shiro. I'm sure we'll find him but it will take some time. You shouldn't try to replace him because each of you is different — I started. — It'll take you a while to get used to your new role but you're on the right track. Maybe try spending some time with the team? We haven't known each other for very long but I'm not blind. Some people really miss you, Keith. Don't run away from them, try to talk to them, eat some cookies and everything will be fine. — I stood up, took my plate and headed to the window.

It's gonna be alright — the cliché I may have tried to say to myself a lot too but what choice did I have? What else could I tell him?

— [Reader]?

— Hmmm? — I stuck my head out.

— Thank you.

— No problem but it was Hunk who baked them — I said, smiling to myself and then started walking down the dark corridor.

Keith will make a good leader but I might still make a good doctor when I get back to Earth. I should just cut down on the cookies...

[shadowwolflady]

Shiro Headcanons

First and foremost,

Shiro is a WARRIOR. He does not simply LEAVE the battle field. I REFUSE to believe he simply accepted his civilian role.

He HAS to be put back into action. Even if that means commanding voltron or piloting black. Domestic life does NOT suit him.

Look at his Garrison days, he was constantly pushing limits and himself. I refuse to believe he will just STOP. I refuse to believe he just accepts things so easily, especially things he can change.

As much as I love that he wound up with Curtis, I don't think it will last. It was a trauma bond. Curtis is a rando imo. We don't know a lot about Curtis either, which makes this tougher.

Shiro is going to go through immense withdrawals and PTSD. He needs a crap ton of help and support.

Ptsd is trying and breaks relationships. I have seen it. It is not fun. It changes people, it makes them not who they were.

Okay. Rant over.

General

• Dad and big brother energy

• Semi smart jock energy.

• Protective of his family

• Willing to throw down for his family

• Will resort to violence when pushed.

• Will not be the one to throw the first punch, honorable for the other to throw the first blow.

• He is not above pulling someone away from an argument.

• He has picked someone up and moved them away from a confrontation so he didn't have to deal with the fighting.

• Tries to think through things logically first before going head long into the fray.

• Believes in his team and their capabilities. He knows their strengths and weaknesses and nurtures them.

• Knocks nonsense off. But will enjoy fun when he can.

• After Hunk, he is the best hugger. Despite not hugging alot. He actually likes hugs.

• Likes naps.

• Will nap in the lobby, close to the action, if it is quiet.

• Rarely uses rank as an argue point, he likes to have the opinion of his whole team.

• Will gladly lend an ear to anyone. But rarely has anyone lend an ear to him.

• Always likes to push the limits. He tests the line in an irritating way.

• He sets the routine for the group.

• Leads by doing.

• A bit of a bookworm. Can be caught reading if not looking up things.

• Has fallen asleep with a book on his face.

• He likes cats and dogs. In that order.

• He is the embodiment of Air.

• Scars on his skin are the victories he won. He is a little self conscious about them.

• His first and main love is the stars. His second is being a pilot.

• How he got into the Garrison was because he wanted to explore and push the boundaries of a human. Go further, farther, and faster.

Food

• Can cook a bit, nothing fancy.

• Doesn't like sweets

• Prefers coffee or tea over soda.

• Water.

• Likes savory.

• Can handle some spice.

• Drinks occasionally.

Hygiene

• Showers at night

• Toothpaste and mouthwash

Fighting

• Hand to hand

• Uses his arm as a weapon

• He is more of a brute force fighter vs stealth.

Prosthetic

• Self conscious about his arm.

• Doesn't like that he can't feel temp through his arm.

• Misses the feeling texture through it.

• Stares at it at night while he lays on his back in bed.

• On more than one occasion, pidge has asked to look over his arm. She has plugged it into her computer and tinkered with it, making adjustments for him.

Routine

• Wakes up at 530 for the day.

• Gets dressed.

• Warms up and works out before breakfast.

• Trains every 6 days. One day of rest. Even if it is just for 20 minutes.

• The others started to follow his routine. While he would spend time practicing, the others would do their own thing.

• If he can't sleep, he lays in bed and stares at the ceiling until he gets himself up and out of bed. He will wander around the castle, usually finding himself in the Bridge.

• He will sit and watch the stars or fiddle in his chair with the data on his computer.

• He likes looking at the star chart in the bridge.

• Sometimes he finds himself in the training room. He will meditate or just sit there quietly. Sometimes he will put on the practice bot.

• Sometimes he will head to the hangar and sit in front of Black or in the cockpit. It's his place to think and unwind.

• He rarely likes to sleep due to night terrors. But he will nap.

PTSD and Trauma

• He has scars he isn't proud of.

• He thrashes at night and has put holes and dents in walls.

• He has cried out at night.

Hope you enjoyed some of the headcanons I have for Shiro.

[palatteflags]

Day 2: Gay!

Like stated before, this poll represents which character will get a moodboard in pride month. I will always have a group of 5 characters, canon or headcanon, and an other. Comments count as votes as well (one per person, to account for the other category).

[vaawd]

[uniquecellest]

Okay but imagine:

Adam lives through the Galra invasion. Team Voltron is on Earth reuniting with their loved ones. Shiro obviously nervous about seeing Adam again. So is Keith (bc he views Adam like a dad/brother). When the three reunite Adam only pays attention to Keith, completely ignoring Shiro and Shiro just follows Adam around hoping to get acknowledged in some way, even if it's in a "I moved on, but it is good to know you're alive" kind of way. Keith notices this and just laughs and doesn't explain anything to Shiro (lowkey Keith is also mad Shiro left for kerberos and left him and Adam) but knows his dads/brothers have to go at their own pace.

One night when Shiro thinks that everything is fruitless that perhaps Adam forgot about him Adam acknowledges him for the first time.

Bonus:

Krolia and Adam bonding which worries Keith and Shiro and not in a "oh shit they're going to kill each other" way but in a "they're going to be troublemakers together and thank God they did not meet when they were younger but - DID THEY JUST BLOW SOMETHING UP" kinda way

Krolia also loves the petty silent treatment bc she once had to do something similar with Keith's dad.

[bluebugjay]

I don't think we ever talked enough about how Keith grew up with no mum, his dad died when he was young and his non-bloodrelated brother went to space and was MIA and yet the garrison still just kicked him out??

they looked at him and were like yeah no this kid with no family, no friends, he'll do perfectly well on his own. just sent him packing in the desert equipped with nothing but a mullet, an excessive amount of rage and the ability to create explosives apparently??

[ancientfrozenglaciershark]

Shiro is like That

[pidges-lost-robot]

Lance: Shiro's like our space dad

Shiro, in exhausted 25 year old who is sick to death of being treated like he's in his forties/fifties or some shit: excuse me...

[shinyorangemushroom]

Shiro’s birthday! You’re still my favorite Paladin. Don’t care what they did to you. You get some 90s anime aesthetic to celebrate your birthday today!

[0magic0malina0]

Shame, but I can't get my finish draw up art the space possums sleepover…..