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Happy Halloween Everyone! đ đť đŹ đŤ đ
I've been seeing this meme everywhere for the past few years and I decided to make one.
#Ulaz#VLD Ulaz#Ulaz Deserved To Live#Doctor Ulaz#VLD#Voltron Legendary Defender#Voltron#Halloween#Halloween Meme#Halloween 2024#October 2024#Galra
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âvoltron is a kids show!!â and then somebody kills themselves in the second season
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No. No, you guys definitely didn't teach her how to hack and get into tech. So, I apparently started this one a while back and with the dialogue from Spider-man: Into the Spiderverse. It was amusing to work with, especially for this AU. And the only reason I kept procrastinating was because I wasn't sure what take I should go with for Pidge. Finally figured it out.
Anywho! I hope y'all enjoy this one! Commissions are available on my Ko-fi. Until next time!
#vld#voltron legendary defender#pidge#thace#ulaz#pidge gunderson#katie holt#bom Thace#bom Ulaz#blade of marmora#dads of marmora#thace and ulaz adopt pidge#vld pidge#vld thace#vld ulaz
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Soulmate au but Shiro and Ulaz are soulmates but Shiro is with Adam.
Adam doesn't have a soulmate, he has no red string of fate but Shiro does. However Shiro doesn't care and ends up getting with Adam and they end up engaged. This au still follows the canon so Shiro ends on the mission and yada yada.
Shiro and Ulaz meet again when Ulaz breaks onto the castle. This is where Shiro realizes that they're soulmates. So instead of Ulaz dying, he lives and stays with the Paladins. Shiro ends up in a dilemma because Ulaz is both sweet and attractive but he still loves Adam.
Cue â¨ď¸polyâ¨ď¸ stuff
Now, it's not something that happened quickly because one, Adam is incredibly confused and two, because Ulaz is also incredibly confused. Shiro is just praying it works out. It does but that doesn't stop a week or two worth of confusion. Adam is just confused as to how an alien is Shiros soulmate, especially an alien that might be a few thousand years old. Ulaz is just confused by how Shiro is Keith's brother but Adam is Keith's parent even though Adam is younger than Shiro by a year or two.
#voltron#voltron legendary defender#voltron adam w#adam w#voltron adam#voltron shiro#takashi shirogane#shiro#vld ulaz#ulaz#shulaz#uliro#adashi#shadam#perhaps even#adam x ulaz#adalaz#thats not my best work ngl#adashulaz#ulaz and adam havent a clue as to what is happening#shiro is just praying he can manage to be with both#hes very happy when the two also end up together#shiro wasnt planning it but a win is a win#this is lowkey one of my fav ships#im probably the only shipper#but its fine#im fine being alone in this#no im not#someone else please see the vision
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Ulaz, ft. even more fur. These two getting into messes together is one of my many favorite Voltron things! I wonder if the others will rescue them before they escape themselves.
#whump#whump art#tw: blood#tw: injury#voltron shiro#vld shiro#vld fanart#takashi shirogane#my art#captured#injured#shiro voltron#vld ulaz#trapped together
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Part 8 of Kissartfebruary challenge by @violettenouvel , and back once more with the purple space kitties!! This was a lot of fun to do exploring the different ways to express affection through kisses and I had a lot of fun! This is what I have.
First was day 19, God they are such cheesy romantics, makes you wanna yell "OMG, GET A ROOM!!!!". But back with the tooth rotting sweetness of the space kitties being precious. It is proven that kisses are just as effective on the "Neck(back)", not just front, so give love where it is due!
Second was Day 20, and the question stands. Am I gonna continue drawing an older couple being cheesy af and still madly in love? Yes. Yes I am. Had to draw Duram and Aeryn again, and I don't care what anyone says, true love can withstand even against the testaments of time. I'd say they exchange kisses on the "cheek" daily.
Third, It's Moira's turn to make someone a blushing mess... Ulaz is usually the calm collected type, and Moira is the shyer of the pair, but she can have her moments of confidence. "Ears" are the most sensitive part, so it makes one a little nervous from the embarrassment.
Last and final drawing of them for the challenge is Day 26, Ulaz and Moira are back once more. Years ago I drew an angsty pic of their last farewell where Moira gave him a kiss on the "forehead" to wish him luck. So kinda redrew it again. Hope ya like and stay tuned
Art, Moira, Duram and Aeryn are mine
Kissartfebruary challenge by @violettenouvel
Galra and Ulaz belong to VLD franchise
#voltron galra oc#voltron blog#voltron galra#voltron oc#voltron#vld ulaz#vld galra#vld fandom#vld oc#vld fanart#blade of marmora moira#vld moira#voltron legendary defender blade of marmora#vld blade of marmora#voltron blade of marmora#blade of marmora#voltron legendary defender original character#voltron legendary defender galra#voltron legendary defender oc#vld original character#galra original character#kiss art challenge#kiss art february#kissartfebruary#nerd of marmora#vld duram#duramxaeryn#duram#aeryn#vld aeryn
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Hiraeth!Keith oneshot (1)
read it all here!
trigger warnings// suicidal ideologies, war, blood, injury etc. (general Blade of Marmora stuff)
âGIVE IT BACK!â
Kolivan effortlessly dodged once again, Keithâs new sword that felt wrong in his hands barely grazing the long braid he wore that hung behind him. He adjusted his grip with a twist of his wrist but Kolivan simply backhanded him away, his strike not even grazing him.
âEmotions are a luxury we canât afford,â Kolivan warned as he unbalanced Keith with a simple kick to the back of his knees. âYou are attached to this blade; it is all you have left of your world. But that planet is gone, nothing but dust and rubble lost to the empty expanse of space. You must accept that if you are to survive here.â
His bones ached and throbbed but he still got to his feet, charging again like it was second nature. Kolivan punched him and he couldnât tell where, the impact feeling all too similar to the rest of his body which he was sure was becoming a giant bruise.
With every hit he learned to roll with the impact better, getting up faster and faster, not allowing Kolivan a second to breathe. He punched while he deflected Kolivanâs weapon and missed. He kicked before he striked, learning and adapting based on what he saw Kolivan do. Not that it mattered. Keith hadnât even managed to land one hit.
Keith had been told all his life by his father that he could do anything if he just set his mind to it. His dad had never lied before but Keith was starting to doubt it all the same. He wanted more than anything in the world, no the universe, to beat Kolivan, to get his knife, the only thing he had left, back and he would spill as much blood as he needed to get it back-
He had convinced himself that the reason he was failing was because this knife wasnât his, it was similar but wrong, it fit into his hand wrong, it set against his belt wrong, it was too heavy and too light and at the same time, and it was all wrong. Kolivan could be beaten, he could escape, he could go back to a home that wasnât there if he could just win but that was wrong too.
Keith could listen to his dadâs raspy voice again if he could hit harder. He could watch the sky bleed from twilight to dusk again on the porch if he could just move faster. He could feel wind in his hair and the ground rushing past him on his dadâs bike if he could just win.
A daze had taken over him, a delusional obsession deep in his gut that he believed with every fiber of his being that if he just did enough he could go home. He didnât want to remember the fleets blocking out the sky, his fatherâs panicked voice, the tremors shaking the ground, the running, the smoke, the fire illuminating the blue glow of two crescents beneath cheeks as blood mixed with ash and his knife gleamed a little duller.
He had run away from it all, taken to a ship he didnât recognize, pressed against people he didnât know, drowning on dry land trying to breathe above the crowd towering over him-
And then Kolivan was there, a firm presence at his side that was wrong. It shouldnât have been claws against his shoulder, it should have been his dadâs calloused hands. It shouldnât be a pale multicolored face with a scar that ran down the side, it should have been his fatherâs with a nick above his eyebrow. He wanted to run, to feel sand under his feet, and run away as fast and far as he could because everything was wrong and nothing was going to change that.Â
More than anything he was angry. More than that he was exhausted and he couldnât run from that anymore as he sank to his knees, gasping for breath. It was a tiny rebellion, to show emotion when Kolivan had just told him not to. He glared up at him with all the fury his soul could produce, only for the taller Galran to kneel beside him.
âWhat do you want, Keith?â Kolivan asked indifferently, observing him with golden eyes.
â...I want my knife⌠back⌠itâs not⌠yours!â Keith heaved, scrambling to his knees.
âIf you defeat me your weapon will be returned to you. But you must first learn how to defeat me. Knowledge is greater than power.â Kolivan stated so nonchalantly like it was simple. âYou are powerful, you have survived through many endeavors, but you still cannot win. But you still must do what needs to be done.â
Keithâs gaze followed Kolivanâs blade as he dropped it, the sound echoing as soon as it hit the floor. He stared up in disbelief but he only waited. Keith watched the Blade lose its glow, no longer in Kolivanâs grasp. The insignia in the crossguard grew dark as he looked on impassively, waiting for the action Keith would take.
âYou should have killed me by now,â Kolivan said calmly, like he knew Keith wouldnât move. It snapped him from his shock, lunging for the hilt and crossing it with his own to rest barely an inch from Kolivanâs neck. Humiliation burned under his skin that he had to bend over to reach his height, but he still didnât move, eyes not leaving Keithâs.
âYou are granting me mercy. That was your first mistake,â Kolivanâs form blurred right in front of him and he didnât even get the chance to nick him as Kolivan swept his legs out from under him. His stance mirrored the one Keith had taken not seconds ago, both swords hovering over his neck. Keith glared down at the swords, meeting Kolivanâs stare without flinching. It wasnât like he had anything to lose.
âYou are not powerful enough to grant mercy. You must permanently deal with your enemies to ensure they donât hurt you or anyone else. Power is the ability to choose. The Blade of Marmora doesnât have that option.â Kolivan lowered his sword. âNeither do you.â
Keith was quiet, no longer meeting his eyes. He only heard Kolivan sheath his own blade before setting down Keithâs own.
âEach blade is unique to every member. It is tied to your life force and bloodline. You should make your own in the forgery. Use the Luxite provided there sparingly, it is hard to gather these days.â
Before exiting Kolivan stopped, turning back to him. âChoose a new name. Your previous title has very obvious origins. Iâm sure I donât need to remind you that your species is now very coveted by Alteans and Galrans which are currently the most powerful species in the galaxy. If you are to help the Blade of Marmora avenge your planet you must become one of us. Embrace your new duty to the universe⌠A purpose is a very important thing here. Donât lose sight of your own.â
It took Keith a while to realize he had even left. The words and empty warnings floated through the empty space of his mind as he laid, motionless, on the floor. What did he want? What purpose did he even have here? What was even the point of getting off this shiny, cold floor?
Keith could have pondered those questions for the rest of his life. He could give up, right here, and never move again. The others probably wouldnât even notice, if they even cared enough to. Who could blame him? A kid, alone, literally thrown into an unknown universe. The only planet he had ever known was destroyed before his eyes by a war he couldnât even hope to understand. What could one helpless kid abandoned by the cosmos itself hope to do?
It was at that moment Keith decided he didnât need hope. His dad had died helping people, and Keith would die doing the same thing. He wanted to avenge his planet, his dad, his home, his memories, even if he had to give up all of them to do it. Remembering would only tether him to the moment he lost it all. He didnât have time for that.Â
He forced himself to move, to crawl, to spite the world itself. The Blade of Marmora wanted to use him? Keith would use them right back to fuel the supernova of rage building in his chest. He would shed all the blood he needed to, enough to drown the stars themselves. He would destroy, maim, shatter and crush anything that got in his way. He would burn the sun itself even if it would only leave him with ashes.
It was enough. It had to be. It wasnât like he had anything else.
#VLD Hiraeth AU#galra keith#voltron#vld#my fic#blade of marmora#BOM!Keith#Krolia#Keith and Krolia#Krolia and Keith#Keith & Krolia#Krolia & Keith#Ulaz#ulaz vld#vld ulaz#vld thace#vld kolivan#vld antok#antok vld#thace vld#kolivan vld#thace#antok#kolivan#voltron ledgendary defender#keith vld#vld keith#keith kogane#keith voltron#voltron keith
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Honestly when I listen to the klingon warriors anthem Sung by this guy it gives me galra empire/blade of marmora vibes.
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#blade of marmora#dads of marmora#galra hc#galra headcanons#vld galra#galra empire#Daibazaal#zarkon#prince lotor#kolivan#krolia#ulaz#vld ulaz#thace#vld thace#antok#vld antok#vld regris#regris#Vrek#vld vrek#vld Ilun#acxa#zethrid#ezor#vld narti#narti#Commander Sniv#Commander Trugg#vld varkon
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What ifâŚ
Since Keith can sense Quintessence maybe he can also manipulate it.
Keith can see and feel the way quintessence moved when Allura, Haggar, and the druids use it. So he self taught himself how to use it.
The following is a headcanon of an abandoned fanfic (We Rescue Each Other by Angelicat2 [13/?])
While being tortured and experimented on by Haggar, Keith learned to enhance his senses one by one and also speed up his healing processes. He enhances his hearing the most since he can eavesdrop on the conversations around him when he is paralyzed on the medical table. Using this method he manages to self-teach himself how to manipulate quintessence and absorb other peopleâs quintessence. Every time he gets r*ped he takes 10-15 deca-phobes of their life and leaves them a virus within their quintessenceâs to kill them faster. While in the room with Shiro he also trained his quintessence manipulation Bu speeding up Shiroâs healing and stopping most of the pain from the wounds (this is without Shiroâs knowledge simply because Keith forgot to tell him). When they get rescued by Ulaz and transported to the Marmora base Kolivan doubts Keith and Shiroâs loyalty. Keith doesnât want Ulaz to get in trouble for saving them and therefore abandoning his mission to get into Haggarâs inner circle so he asks what information they need and proceeds to give them everything he overheard while being experimented on and even on what Zarkon accidentally revealed while he was (in a room) nearby. He got the Marmora enough information to have multiple operatives removed from their undercover missions and posted elsewhere. Shiro is enamored with his competent half-Galran boyfriend.
#voltron#vld shiro#vld keith#vld headcanons#vld#haggar Vld#kolivan#ulaz#vld ulaz#keith kogane#sheith#takashi shirogane#voltron: legendary defender#competent Keith#skilled Keith#galran keith#galra keith#half Galra Keith#Druid keith#alchemist Keith#BAMF Keith
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How would Morvok, Sniv, Ulaz, and Regris try to impress a reader theyâre interested in? Would they talk about their exploits or do something theyâre skilled at?
That is an interesting question. Here's how I believe they would go about impressing the woman of their dreams (aka all of you, the readers)
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~ Ulaz ~
~ Honestly, Ulaz is the kind of person who would observe you first to make sure that you're interested in him before he tries to impress you
~ To him, romantic relationships should take time to develop in order for the romantic tension to build up, but once he's 1,000% positive that you have a crush on him he spends more time with you
~ Ulaz likes to show off his skills to you whenever you're around and he's always careful not to make any mistakes, the last thing he wants is to embarrass himself in front of you
~ If the castle is parked on some planet, Ulaz definitely goes out on a hunt so he can impress you with his hunting skills
~ He's also always there for you whether you need someone to talk to or hang out with, in order to show you that he's interested he's always present while he's around you
~ Ulaz also impresses you by learning about the things you love or are passionate about, that way he can do those things with you on a regular basis
~ Will definitely get a little shy and blushy if you do or say something, anything, that implies that you're very interested in him
~ Ulaz is a hopeless romantic and will impress you with various romantic gestures, but he won't love bomb you or come on too strong bc he doesn't want to overwhelm you
~ He's also affectionate with you, which works like a charm while he's trying to impress you
~ Another thing Ulaz does to impress you is fire dancing; he's never done it before, but with how flexible he is, he does it perfectly without setting himself or anything else on fire
~ He's also got regular dancing skills, which are extremely impressive
~ With time, he learns how to make you swoon for him and all of his methods work because it isn't long before he begins courting you
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~ Regris ~
~ Regris is still a young adult, younger than Ulaz, and even though he's serious most of the time he can get a little awkward around you, his love interest
~ Regris doesn't know what to do or how to impress you, so he does several hours of research to see what humans liked and found attractive
~ He begins working on various tech projects specifically made for you; whether it's something to make your life easier or something akin to an mp3 player that holds thousands of songs with headphones, you can bet he'll make it
~ In order to really woo you, Regris tries writing a poem and giving you flowers
~ He's definitely not a poet, but his attempt to impress you definitely confirms your suspensions about him being romantically interested in you
~ Regris definitely tries to impress you with his fighting skills
~ Just to be clear, he might try fighting someone if it impresses you unless you don't want him to
~ He also likes to impress you with how sweet and cuddly he can be, but he also treats you well just as any future significant other should
~ Regris once tried to perform a traditional dance for you from his father's people, but even though he probably messed up a few steps he could tell that you were still impressed
~ The fact that he can use his tail to lift things is impressive enough, if the two of you are out shopping he uses it to carry some of the bags
~ Thankfully Regris eventually figures out how to impress you without being awkward about it and is successful in showing you that he's romantically interested in you
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~ Morvok ~
~ Morvok knows that he's not the highest ranking commander in Zarkon's military, but he can be charming and to him, he thinks he's the best
~ The problem is that when he's around you he gets shy and blushy because he's never been around such a beautiful woman before
~ However, he makes it his mission to impress you after he catches one of the foot soldiers in his ranks flirting with you
~ Instead of fighting off a monster or bringing you the biggest kill he can find, Morvok impresses you with how charming he can be
~ He definitely brags about how many planets he's successfully conquered and how big his territory is, although he leaves out the part when he needed help conquering one planet in particular
~ Morvok also doesn't tell you about how the paladins defeated him, it's too embarrassing bc of the whole âVictory or Deathâ thing
~ Because of his size, he's avoided most dangerous situations throughout his life, although Morvok knows how to play a few different instruments and he impresses you by showing off his mad musical skills
~ While he's around you, Morvok becomes a little more humble since he doesn't want to scare you away
~ Ultimately, whether you and Morvok end up together is up to you
~ He is cute and fun-sized tho, and he's huggable too
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~ Sniv ~
~ One would think that Sniv would keep pestering you when he realizes that he's romantically interested in you, but he doesn't want you to resent him if he comes on too strong
~ However, he does get more lovey and affectionate
~ In order to impress you, Sniv proudly tells you of his exploits and how many planets he's conquered in order to snag a place at the main hub
~ He also brings fresh kills for you on a regular basis and he shows off his fighting skills
~ However, he understands that humans are different and he impresses you by also showing off his sensitive side and how much he truly cares about you as a person
~ Sniv learns about your interests, even the fandoms you're into so that you both can âfangirlâ together when one of your favorite artists/directors comes out with something new
~ Another thing he impresses you with are his dancing skills when Zarkon throws a royal ball for only his highest ranking commanders and their plus ones
~ He's funny, too, and knows how to tell hilarious jokes to make you laugh
~ Expect him to make the fur on his head look extra fluffy because he wants to impress you in every way imaginable
~ With how impressive and charming he is, Sniv easily manages to impress you
#Ulaz#VLD Ulaz#Ulaz x Reader#Galra#Ulaz x Reader Headcanons#BoM Ulaz#Regris#VLD Regris#Regris x Reader#Regris x Reader Headcanons#BoM Regris#Sniv#VLD Sniv#Sniv x Reader#Sniv x Reader Headcanons#Commander Sniv#Morvok#VLD Morvok#Morvok x Reader#Morvok x Reader Headcanons#Commander Morvok#Voltron AU Where Everybody Lives#Voltron Legendary Defender#Voltron#VLD#SFW#SFW Headcanons#Headcanons#Pre Relationship#May 2024
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Why Ulaz Makes Me Extra Sad
I just feel like more than anyone, my boy Ulaz would've really appreciated peacetime. The more I ponder my favorite Blade's brief appearance, the more I feel like he's not even the military type, like if he had his druthers he'd be running a little clinic within walking distance of a nice teahouse where he'd go sit in a corner booth and read.
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Sometimes the best place to sleep is next to your giant alien papa. Ulaz probably loves nights where his baby girl just wants to rest with him. Pidge feels safe and warm next to him.
Okay, so, apparently this has been a WIP since August of 2022. Which makes sense at to some details were missing, like the line for Ulaz's knuckles and the line under the mouths for lips. It was the previous style where my lines were a 4.0 pen for lining, not a 2.3 that I use now. But, I'm glad I dug this out and finished it. They look so lovely and content.
Anyway, I hope y'all enjoy this one. Commissions are available on my Ko-fi. Until next time!
#Ulaz#Pidge#Pidge Gunderson#Katie Holt#Thace and Ulaz adopt Pidge#baby pidge#blade of marmora#VLD Ulaz#VLD Pidge#dads of marmora#artist on tumblr
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Goretober 2024 Day 3: Bite
tribble combat music starts playing in the background
Galra indeed don't kiss. The mouth-to-mouth contact is reserved solely for a parent feeding their cub using, you guessed it, a pair of internal jaw/pincer-like structure that sometimes reacts instinctively even in the adulthood when something is shoved in the mouth far enough and grabs onto it in an attempt to pull it in the throat.
#voltron#vld#shiro#voltron shiro#ulaz#voltron ulaz#winter shiro au#galratomy#goretober#blood#and that was the last time Shiro stuck anything anywhere in a Galra body before making damn sure it's safe to do so
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"We'll get it out."
Followup to this sketch!
Been coloring this for a while! So many people to shade. But I finished it in time for @augustofwhump's Day 7 prompt: Promise.
Snippet of WIP fic for it under the cut, ft. more promises and Shiro flashbacks.
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âOk. Ok, letâs get this off.â Hunk balked for a second, but he managed to reach for the muzzle. Ulas winced but held rigidly still as Hunk ran his fingers tentatively over the surface.
âThis isnât what muzzles are for,â Hunk said into the quiet. âOn dogs, I mean. They donât keep their mouth closed, its only to keep them from biting. They need to be able to pant. ThisâŚthis is justâŚcruel. Whatâs it even for?â
Shiro forced himself to see the mechanism rather than just blur over it. He might know. He might know, and he didnât want to know, but he might. âMost Galra donât pant like dogs do.â He shivered. âAnd they are cruel.â
Curved bars matched the shape of Ulasâ head and neck tightly, holding the heavy cage in place. Tightened automatically, too seamless to pry under. The muzzleâs central panels were dark and opaque, emblazoned with the imperial sigil over where they sealed the wearerâs mouth. The only holes for air were two narrow slits in front of Ulasâ ears, whistling softly as he breathed.
The higher bar, the one that curved under Ulasâ eyes and across the back of his head, was a disturbingly familiar, magenta-ish metallic color.
Dizzy something ached in the back of Shiroâs head, where the crescent scar jagged across his neck. âThereâs two components here.â He tried not to wince, and moved slowly as he pointed. âThis section, is a prisoner head collar. Across the skull under the eyes.â Hunk froze, fingers shaking on the bridge, but Shiro made himself keep going. âThe muzzle was anchored to it. Maybe activated from it.â
They were looking at him, both of them. Katieâs face was torn between furious curiosity and blazing anger. Hunk looked sad and scared and like he knew ---
Shiro couldnât not blink. He couldnât not lose the thread, suddenly blotted out by phantom ---
Pain dug into his neck, the sound of his own muffled cries in his ears, hard edge biting into his hair.
Galra words. Over him. âFace down, and it stops.â
He hadnât. Heâd snarled and fought, scrabbling against hard metal, dragging against the awful snap of the shortening chain wrenching on his head. Heâd kept his knees under him, his chest off the ground.
âProve you know the word, olka. Or do you want me to make this worse?â
VRRRR
Pressure crushed suddenly into his jaw, the panels of the muzzle grinding into him from all sides. Pain jagged and sudden, shallow spikes extruding into his cheeks and under his chin.
He screamed.
âCoryx! Enough! You already confirmed ---.âÂ
âIf I wanted your opinion, Ulas ---
âShiro!â
Shiro blinked, torn suddenly in between. He was down on his knees and he was standing with his arms curled over his face. He was howling into a gag and he was heaving gasping, whimpering breaths in empty air. It was dark, purple, and it was bright, blue.
Ulas the Galra pushed another dark form over him, armored, unbattered,, and Hunk his friend stared up at him, hands out, pale with worry. There were Galra yellow eyes behind Hunk.
He couldnât keep Hunk safe here! He had to get him out!
âItâs ok. Shiro? Itâs ok.â Hunkâs eyes shimmered, like heâd been crying. âI promise. Itâs not on you. Itâs not going to hurt you again.â
The panic tilted, unbalanced, as the reluctantly focused. Hunk didnât sound scared. What was going on? At first Shiro only saw the damn head collar, muzzle extended. Not --- not on him. He could see it and all its awful crosses.Â
The strap dug wrong into fur, biting into Ulasâs face. The same face. Ulas sat curled in on the table, face narrowed, eyes sharp. He swiveled his ears forward and Shiro realized with a start they were even rounder now. âShhhhr,â Ulas wheezed, face drawn with pain from trying to talk. âMkkkkkr.â
The memory had a tail, a faint echo that barely clung on now. Hands on him, holding him pinned. Unhooking the tension dragging him down. Makur, stop. Youâre exhausted.
Ulasâ voice. Shiro knew without even having heard it.
He shuddered, lowering his hands. He didnât want to know anything else right now. He nodded shakily to Hunk. âS-sorry. Iâm ok. Letâs justâŚget this over with.â
Katie watched him, her face clouded with things she wasnât saying. Like a trap he might fall into someday. But instead she said, âYeah, now that you pointed it out, I can trace the interface signals between those two pieces.â She waved a small detector wand near Ulasâ jaw. âThey are real chatty.â
A small panel lay on the table next to her, with bent metal and detritus next to them. It looked like while Shiro was freaking out theyâd made some progress. He cursed being so easy to make useless.
Hunk hesitated, but when Shiro came back, he followed. Ulas didnât turn his head, jarringly pliant as Hunk reached into a small opening in the neck loop of the muzzle. âThereâs lots of conduits in here. And I still have no idea what energy source they use.â
He should stay quiet. He should focus and do what he had to and not jab at any of the rest. But Shiro watched Ulas shudder, and couldnât. âTell us if it hurts you,â he ordered quietly in Galran, confused again with how steady his voice came out. âI want to know.â
Ulas twitched, blinking rapidly. Then, as Hunk worked, he began to make small, soft sounds, back of the throat, no attempt to make them into words.
Not very bad then. Despite himself, relief chilled up Shiroâs shoulders. He knew Galra could shriek if they were in pain.
Hunk paused, looking queasy at the sudden feedback from his work. âIs heâŚumâŚok?â
Shiro nodded, swallowing hard. âQuintessence can be intense if it touches skin. Be careful if something splashes.â Tingles across his tongue were something he needed to not think about right now.
Hunkâs eyes widened. âYou know what this is? What state of matter is it? Does it sublimate?â He bit his lip. âWait, I thinkâŚâ
Before Shiro could answer, the muzzle lit up, awful purple lights. The snap smell of sweet and glass itched along Shiroâs mouth. Ulas flinched, sitting suddenly straight, hoof cloves lurching sharply apart. âWhoa!â Hunk wrenched back, hands fluttering in the air like he wanted to help but was too scattered to know where. âWell itâs on, but itâs expecting some kind of cue? Like a key?â
But something jarred in Shiroâs head. Heâd tried to remember this, over and over and over again. âWait, Hunk, keep itâŚUlas, grax.â He caught Ulasâ arm with one hand, curbing and steadying him at once, and reached for his head with the other. Ulas yelped, dragging away from Shiroâs hand for a second. Then he seemed to catch himself, and, slowly, painfully, he come back.
The muzzleâs awful edge loomed centimeters in front of Shiroâs fingers. Some part of his brain was trapped in a screaming circle, convinced if he touched it somehow it would crawl up him and find his scar, bite into it again.
Shiro tapped the muzzle in sequence, thumb and forefinger. He tried to be gentle, and he heard how each key hurt in Ulasâ faint, louder sounds. Jaw. Side. Center. Jaw. Jaw. He let himself slide between which finger and which place quickly, without thinking, just where they ought to go.
Neck.
Neck was last.
Vrrrrrr.
Shiro froze, still touching the back of Ulasâ neck, his entire body locking rigid. The sound made him want to swing at something --- anything --- make it go away. Force it farther from the parts of him it wanted to capture. Hunk startled, pulling out of the guts of the collar as the contraption clacked and shifted. The tight bars glinted hungrily, shimmering as they woke up.
âHell yeah!â Katie swarmed forward triumphantly, suddenly too close. âShiro, youâre a genius! I need you to write that down later!â
Ulas reached up as the muzzle began to fall, but stopped as Katie caught it. It kept whirring and unknitting, bright lights glaring like eyes.
It was unlocked. Heâd unlocked it. Something about that shook Shiro so hard it was hard to see the parts reconfigure. But he shuddered --- why werenât the muzzle panels dematerializing?
But he saw Ulasâ face crumple in pain when Katie pulled to ease it off his head. âWait!â Shiro caught the crest just as Ulas whimpered, ducking to follow the pull. The jarring urgency cluttered so far into him it felt like he needed to run somewhere. Spikes. Were there spikes?
Hunk and Katie stared at the two of them. Katie let Shiro brace the muzzle, eyes wide, and Shiro realized heâd spoken in Galran again.
âWait. Somethingâs wrong.â Shiro blinked hard, trying to stay present.
Itâs ok. Faelbarâs voice filled up his entire body. We are not hurt.
Shiro wanted to tell him, yes, he knew that, but for some reason it helped anyway. It helped him keep his voice steady, keep the panic roiling somewhere in his fingers from shuddering out into Ulas when he asked, âWhat? Where?â
Ulas blinked hard, clawing the air between them in small, reflexive motions. This close, Shiro felt a faint double-shudder in his breaths, like something was garbling up his throat. How long had it been on him? Katie hadnât said how sheâd found him, only that it had been bad.
âShow me.â They needed to know. He needed to know.
Slow, tentative, Ulas caught the edge of the muzzle near Shiroâs hand. His fingers were jarringly, confusingly big. He nudged against the edge, angling his head slightly back and forth, figuring out the right way to move with whatever was hurting him. Then, with a wet, ragged pant, he pulled back, the straps scraping deep furrows in his fur as they dragged by.
For a moment Shiro saw his face, so familiar it made him freeze. Long, shallow, inhuman snout, bony, wide forehead, light shimmering off the strange flat span between his eyes and nose. Shallow gouges scraped and scabbed across jutting cheekbones which were incongruous with the hollow cheeks and narrow chin under them.
But Ulas held his mouth open, and then Shiro wasnât seeing anything else, because a narrow chain snaked between his teeth. As he moved, Shiro felt rattling in the muzzle. It was attached.
Tense, unsettled feeling tingled up Shiroâs fingers. He didnât recognize this. He didnât know if it had everâŚ
Ulas reached some sort of end on the chain. He paused again, orienting, and then leaned away, extending a tapered orange tongue. His hand tremored next to Shiroâs.
No wonder. The chain anchored to a dark eye bolt connector pierced six centimeters from the tip of Ulasâ tongue. Yellow winked around the studs where it had tugged against him.Â
Shiro tasted bile. Shit. Heâd sounded muffled and pained even when the muzzle let him speak, before the druids changed whatever stopped him short. It must have been there, punishing him for every word. And now it sat tethered so close to the muzzle he couldnât speak at all.
âFuck no wonder you couldnât talk.â Katieâs entire body tremored with fury.
âWait, that --- thatâs what itâs for? Thatâs awful!â Hunk covered his mouth with his hands, clearly vividly imagining the sensation. âWhat is wrong with these people?â
Galra who speak against the empire donât exist. You wonât ever find one.
Shiro wasnât sure who he remembered saying that. He didnât want to know. He held still in a way he didnât recognize, sweat pricking on his neck that he was holding the other end of something that painful. Ulas mumbled wordlessly, falling back forward, trembling from the effort of holding the chain weight.
Damn it. Shiro didnât think he had piercing scars on his tongue. But now heâd have to check.
âKatie, bring one of those casings.â Shiro was startled by how calm he sounded. The palpable panic in the other two made him very still inside, like if he touched it it would explode. âHunk, what do you have to cut this?â
Thankfully, having something to do was right for both of them. Katie snatched the nearest capsule of Altean medical something with its square edges. Hunk balked a step away, but he leaned forward, peering at the inside of the muzzle. Shiro didnât dare glance down himself, keeping all of his attention on Ulas.
âHere.â Katie held the tin out to Shiro.
âItâs for him. Hold it horizontal.â Shiro blinked, forcing himself to meet Ulasâ eyes. He didnât want to. Something about the tether in his tongue, and how Shiro could feel it dragging even right now, and how clearly trapped it meant heâd been when Katie found him.
He was the one Shiro was supposed to meet. Supposed to find. The voice shouting to him to run in his night terrors.
But he hadnât been looking. Hadnât be sure he would. If Katie hadnât found him⌠âBite down on this. Weâll get it out.â
Ulas slowly lifted his ears. This time when he tried to answer it was visible, his tongue bending but then snapped down by the chain. âUhhzzz.â He winced, and stopped, instead parting his teeth and tilting carefully so Katie could slide the metal jam into the crook of his jaw. She stared, mouthing numbers quietly to herself. Shiro had no idea what for, he just had to assume it would come up if it were important.Â
âShiro?â Hunk grit his teeth, hand fluttering forward but stopping short of touching the metal rim. âIâŚnone of my repair kit tools will be small enough for this.â Instead of looking just upset, he lookedâŚangry? âMaybe the Alteans have something. Iâll find Coran, and --- â
âNo.â Shiro blinked, momentarily dizzy, as repercussions and tradeoffs cluttered off his head. Where had that come from? Had he always been thinking like that? âI donât want them seeing this.â
He kept his worries to himself, that Allura might decide she liked this safeguard, that he would have to explain to an alien sovereign about what humans would and would not do. But not well enough, probably, judging by the sharp, suspicious look Katie shot at him.
Hunk frowned. âThey wouldnât,â he said softly. But he crossed his arms nervously and didnât keep heading toward the door.
Maybe. Shiro wasnât sure what he thought was likely anymore. He shrugged. âI can do it.â He flexed his hand, the mechanisms whirring softly.
Hunk swallowed. But he didnât argue. âDo you have that kind of dexterity with that thing?â
âYou can melt metal?â Katie grinned wildly at him, before she caught up with what she said and frowned just a intensely. âThat doesnât sound safe like this.â
âCut.â Shiro pressed his fingers together, forcing himself to consider. The Alteans felt dangerous. But so was he. It was sort of refreshing to get direct blunt questions like that instead of people being careful. Usually Hunk tried to tiptoe around it. âYes. I do.â Shiro paused, expecting more from the certainty, some memory, some data. But, no. Nothing. He just knew.
He glanced at Hunk. That was a lot to trust someoneâs tongue to. But, then, it was also the least massive responsibility theyâd been handed recently.
Hunk set his shoulders. âWhat can I do?â
Hell he deserved to be so far away from anything like this. Shiro swallowed down the guilt. Two jobs, only one of which he thought Hunk could manage. âHelp him hold still.â As Hunk crossed cautiously to Ulasâ other side, Shiro caught Katieâs eye. âHold this steady?â
She grit her teeth and barked, âYes.â Her hands were small and she perched on the edge of the table, both of which helped her be stabler than either of them. Katie looked very pale. âItâs ok,â she told Ulas firmly as she took control of the chain.
He didnât shiver this time when Hunk reached around him. His entire frame sagged minutely, like the support reached much deeper than just bracing his neck and shoulders.
Shiro looked from one grim face to the next. âReady?â
Hunk and Katie nodded.
Ulas pinned his ears back and let his tongue droop loose. His yellow eyes tracked Shiroâs face, not his hand.
Eerie. Shiro wasnât sure how he knew where eyes with no pupils were looking. But he did. He lit his arm, the cold rushing through his shoulder like a warning. It lurched him viciously, suddenly alert, ready to fight.Â
Reaching between the muzzle and Ulasâ pinned tongue splashed awful light across the gashes in his face. This close Shiro could almost smell them. It glimmered on his tongue, and edged the scabbing there. Shiro caught the chain, feeling desperate puffs of air on his fingertips.
He had to do this exactly right. A mistake would burn, he thought, best case, or cut, worst.
But the chain was slippery, trailing yellow and clear rivulets from Ulasâ mouth. And the links were small with complex jagged edges. Reaching for it, Shiro felt the barbs, the twists. It was designed to hurt even without pulling. It spun between his fingers before he could get a good grip, shrieking at the heat.
Ulasâ eyes lurched too orange, too dark, and he keened. Involuntary motion dragged his tongue back. The piercing clacked when it brought him up short.
No! They didnât get to make this worse. THis was something he got to do with the arm that helped.
Shiro snarled and crushed down hard, the kind of hard that made his brain balk, ready to feel pain from the metal. But he wasnât soft like that, not anymore. The chain sliced cleanly off the muzzle.
For a moment, Shiro was too stuck to see anything other than the chain, the muzzle, and how blood beaded up on Ulasâ tongue as he flinched back. Shiroâs fingers ground into the face plate almost of their own accord, while pain screamed out of his jaw and nose. Memory or not, he could barely tell.
Someone. Someone made him want to destroy this thing. Right now SHiro couldnât quite put a finger on a face or a voice or anything like that. Just the fierce, burning hatred loose in his head.
Ulas shuddered, hand coming up to catch the links trailing down from his mouth. It looked like a snake trying to twist into him, and he made a faint, pitched pain sound that jittered all the way up Shiroâs spine.
Give it to me, Faelbar hissed. Iâll crush it. Shiro had the echoing, massive feeling that the lion knew what the pain felt like, because Shiro had. That he wanted nothing more than to wipe the horrible thing off the face of the universe.
That helped. At least he could make this one let go.
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Saying "Earth needs you, we all do" to a hot guy is gay as hell
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More pieces for the Kissartfebruary challenge by @violettenouvel , featuring more Voltron OC shenanigans! The days are mixed a little but here is the list
First is Day 5: Stolen with Duram and Aeryn. A moment in their younger years, when the pirate had successfully "Stolen" the Doctor's heart.
Ulaz and Moira are back for Day 8: Shy in the second piece. Moira can be quite shy when it comes to helping out someone close to her, and rather than put her on the spot, best to say nothing and accept the gift.
Third is Day 11: Interrupted which is basically the meme "Why do I hear boss music?" Once more with Younger Ulaz and Moira shenanigans with a surprise feature of Duram the ever watchful father. I don't think he took too kindly to finding out that his daughter is involved with some young Galran trainee he is teaching to be a medic, even if he knows he has good intentions. Aeryn tells him to give some space, but Duram can't help the protective nature, and he would be damned before he gives up his duties as a father. So no problems with "Interrupting" their quality time by keeping an eye on them.
Art and OCS are mine
Kissartfebruary challenge by @violettenouvel
Ulaz belongs to Voltron franchise
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