#about hallura

[alluraaaa]

To add on to the voltrans and lesbian headcanons I’ve been ruminating so deeply on transmasc femme lesbian hunk. He definitely knew he was transmasc very early on, and a lesbian later, but I feel like he wouldn’t have considered the fact that he’s also a femme until meeting allura and having meaningful conversations about what it means to be femme and figuring out how deeply that identity resonates with him. Anyway I’m emotional ABOUT IT BYE

YESSSSSSS. VOLTRON LESBIAN DEFENDER‼️

[voltronrenaissance]

ok hold on I should make an about. oops

im 23

any pronouns

call me hank

i dont have a dni just don’t be weird or I’ll block you

I am not a sh*ladin or a piladin.

this is a sideblog I’m NOT‼️‼️ revealing my main rn

that covers it for now I’ll update as needed lol

[astralscrivener]

Hi baby!!! It’s me here with fanfiction game words! 🥰❤️❤️❤️

okay okay okay here are my words:

- intimate

- protectively/protective

- warmth

-giggle

Feel free to choose your favorites 🥰❤️❤️❤️

WEEEEEEEE THANK YOU LOVEY

intimate

i was honestly worried i wasn't gonna have this one but LO AND BEHOLD I FOUND ONE

for the as-yet-untitled oneshot for prompt o: opportunity in the abcs of klance series:

The Galra are their best bet. The Lions are a one-way ticket straight up the ladder, a promotion no soldier would turn down. But the Galra also won’t leave the universe’s greatest superweapon so damaged. Fixing the Lions will be high on their priority list. And who better to understand the intimate connection between Lion and Paladin than an original Paladin and Altean alchemist themselves?

protectively/protective

i did not have protectively/protective specifically, but i do have protect!!!!

from the as-yet-untitled oneshot for prompt t: trust in the abcs of klance series:

Lance’s spork scraped his plate. The screech filled the dining room, and the vibration of it traveled up Lance’s arm until it sat uncomfortably in his teeth. The others startled, raised their heads. Lance looked down and realized his knuckles were turning white. He couldn’t explain himself, if the others asked. What was he supposed to do, just admit out loud that he didn’t trust having Krolia here? Not after everything? That failing to protect Keith then, and still feeling like he was failing to protect him now, was eating him alive?

warmth

again, no "warmth" specifically, but i do have warm!

from [REDACTED] chapter 2 (light content warning for emetophobia):

Keith was no longer following at all. His heartbeat was suddenly loud in his ears, and the curdling thing in his stomach had made its way up to his throat. He must have made a noise, maybe turned green, because the next thing he knew, he was hunched over on his knees, the team surrounding him, several hands on his shoulders and back. Warm brown fingers pulled his hair out of his face.

giggle

astoundingly, there is no giggling going on in my dozen wips. everyone is having a miserable time forever and ever and ever. however i did find some laughs

from the hallura crush fic:

Allura blinks at him. “Um.” Then she remembers her whole purpose for coming here, and blinks again, and remembers that she is the face of the Coalition. This is nothing. The stakes of this whole thing are not higher than the war. She can do this. “Yes,” she finally answers. “I need advice.” There’s a startled snort from behind Lance. Lance’s uneasy smile twitches. “Advice? From me? You’re asking me for advice?” He laughs, high and unnatural. “That’s—did someone put you up to this? Is this a prank? Pidge asked you to say that, didn’t they?” “No,” Allura answers, fidgeting now with her fingers. “I—I want to talk to you. About…romance.”

fanfic wip guessing game! send me a word, if it’s in my wip document I’ll answer your ask with the sentence paragraph that it appears in!

[gracechastity]

You ever think about those fanfics you never wrote/finished because you left the fandom?

Back when I was into VLD I started a Hallura time loop fic but never made it to the end of the first chapter, and like the thing is, I can't just rewrite the fic for another fandom because it was so tied to that fandom and that ship.

I'd like to one day write a time loop fic, but the plot would be so different.

[alamhigyoooo]

here's my girl hallura! the best thing about her is that she's decisive about the things she wants. she commits to her goals and pursues them until she achieves everything. sometimes it can get her in trouble, but her heart is in the right place, and she's powerful because she'll keep on trying to reach the finish line until she succeeds!

In reference and in the spirit of this post right here, please reblog this with a screenshot of your character along with their name and your favorite thing about them.

[coolspacequips]

Suh guys it's been a real long time but anyone got some nice Shance hcs or aus you wanna share 🙏🙏🙏

[days-until-voltron]

8 days until Voltron season 7

[klanceficarchive-blog]

There was a cough behind them. Keith and Lance both turned around to see that the other players were looking at them in amusement.

One of the guys said, “Look, we’re happy for you, but you two are giving us diabetes.”

“Yeah, not everyone here is into PDA. Get a room.”

“What? What’re you talking about?” Keith asked, furrowing his brows.

“We know you’re dating but you don’t have to be glued to each other all the time.”

“We aren’t dating!” Keith and Lance both said at the same time.

---- Or: 5 times Keith and Lance deny they are boyfriends, and the time they finally don't

[nyarados]

what’re some of your favorite voltron ships

at this point adashi is all that matters

[boofwellington]

Hey I'm not dead here's some new content

[hallura-goodness]

Give it up for day two of @allurashipweek !!

“You are not meant to go through that door.”

Allura glared, rubbing her injured shoulder through the suit they had lent her. This all seemed extraordinarily over the top just to prove that she was worth trusting with their secrets. Onward she went through the door, finding two people instead of one, then three, then four, on and on the number climbed, and each time she lost a little faster. She ached all over, each breath sending a sharp, shooting pain through her ribs, her shoulders. Her knees ached and popped as she moved, and she was afraid that if she knelt she would not be able to rise. This was torture.

“This is torture, just call it quits and let her leave!” Hunk told Kolivan, a daunting and icy presence at his side, watching the screen as impassively as a man might watch space-paint dry. “She couldn’t win against one of your dudes, she’s not gonna win against ten of them!”

“Eleven.”

“Oh because that’s so much better,” Hunk said sarcastically, crossing his arms. On someone more confident, the arms might signal some sort of closed off aggression. Hunk, however, was just worried.

Allura limped forward, breathing hard and dangerously dehydrated. She needed a way out. Not quitting, quitting wasn’t an option, but she needed an answer, a solution, something that didn’t involve her fighting-what? Twelve, thirteen adult Galra? In an act of desperate adrenaline, she threw her borrowed knife into the recessing wall door, and barely managed to slip through, sporting a new, deep slice on her bicep for her efforts where a Marmoran tried to stop her.

The simple relief of not being surrounded by enemies was enough to make her fully collapse, her adrenaline spent. Around her, the suit quietly hummed.

“Allura!” Hunk called as he rushed to her, kneeling down and gently cradling her shoulders, lifting her head up against the soft, warm bulk of him. She couldn’t think of a single thing she possibly could’ve wanted more, right then, and smiled weakly up at him, with just a hint of mirth.

“I suppose I really wasn’t meant to go through that door,” she joked, and his face creased into a worried smile.

“Wait, what’s happening?” Hunk asked Kolivan, still standing next to him, watching a phantom of himself rush to Allura’s side and lift her like he so dearly wanted to.

“The suit has a function that projects the wearer’s greatest hopes and fears,” Kolivan explained, “Right now, your friend desperately wants to see you.”

Hunk tried not to think too hard on what that meant. Allura tried rather hard to think anything at all. It was difficult, through the pain and receding adrenaline and the soft promise of safety that Hunk’s presence always emanated. It would be so easy to just rest a moment, trust that Hunk would never let any harm come to her while she was out. Slowly, her eyes dragged closed, and it grew harder and harder for her to open them back up with each blink.

“Hey, stay with me now,” Hunk said, worried yet always so gentle. His words were always spoken so kindly. “C’mon Allura, let’s get you upright.”

Even with Hunk’s help, standing was a monumental effort. Every fiber of her being protested it. She opened her mouth to make a rather morbid joke, aiming to soothe some of the creases around Hunk’s beautiful brown eyes, but was stopped by the door getting shot open.

Galra who were not Blade members, who were wearing the same armor as the soldiers who had been there when Allura’s father had-

Allura couldn’t react fast enough, her pathetic body too injured, their guns too swift, Hunk’s body too obvious a target.

“NO!!!” Allura cried, feeling like she herself had been shot, watching Hunk stagger back a half step before collapsing on the ground.

“No, no, no, Hunk no, don’t, you can’t-“ she babbled as she fell to her knees next to him, vainly pressing her hands to the bleeding wound, her enemies forgotten, irrelevant.

“No, please, Hunk, no, I’ve lost everyone, Hunk I’ve already lost everyone, not you too, I can’t lose you too, no!” she begged as she began sobbing, her tears falling hard and fast. “Please,” she screamed, voice raw and hoarse, “please! I’ve lost my family and my friends and my home already please not you too not you too not you not Hunk please,” her pleading quieted, choked whispering strangled out past her sobbing. “Please I can’t bear to lose you too.”

“This is cruel!” Hunk told Kolivan, fingers itching, blood pumping agitatedly through his ears. “Enough! Just call it off!”

“Victory or death. She either proves to us that we can trust her, or she dies.”

Hunk looked Kolivan in the face for a solid two seconds before punching him in it. Sure, Kolivan was a Galra, but Hunk was many, many pounds of hard work and pissed off. He brought the butt of his gun down on the other guy’s head, a little less hard, and then had to apologetically hit him again to knock him out. He rushed to Allura, needing her to know he was okay, needing to get that quicknaking suit off of her.

“Allura!” Hunk called as he barreled through the door, finding her sobbing over his (strikingly realistic) corpse (don’t vomit don’t vomit don’t vomit). The illusion wavered, but Allura just stared at him with incomprehension.

“Allura, none of this is real, this is all fake, it’s okay, I’m right here, the Galra dudes in weird armor are gone, they were never here in the first place, I’m safe, you’re safe, I’m okay, it’s okay, you’re okay,” he assured her, kneeling to her side and rubbing her shoulders. “Well, sort of. You’re pretty banged up from fighting a whole bunch of people, but nobody’s like, dying.”

Allura, wordlessly, reached out and cupped Hunk’s face, then turned so swiftly her neck popped and felt the apparition. Her hand passed through the corpse like mist, and she felt herself keen again. Hunk was alive. She hadn’t lost him. It was enough to set her crying all over again, flinging herself at him and burying her face in his shoulder. His warm (alive!) hands soothed her, stroking her aching back and petting gently at her hair above her bun. His voice in her ear was so heart wrenchingly gentle she felt she could die.

When the door opened again, she was on her feet in an instant, blade drawn, her body between Hunk and whoever was there, the memory of his death still fresh in her mind.

Kolivan glared at them a moment, flanked by two soldiers with their masks up. His was down, and he was sporting a truly impressive bruise and what looked to be a broken nose.

“We’re. Leaving,” Hunk asserted from behind her, bayard drawn.

Kolivan nodded. “You are not meant to go through that door,” he said, gesturing behind him.

“Then what door are we meant to go through!” Allura snapped, unwilling to admit she was afraid of what would happen to Hunk if they tried to pass by Kolivan.

“Go up the elevator you took down here, then back the way you came.”

“Is this some sort of riddle?” Hunk asked as Allura’s brain started turning.

“Hunk, let’s just do it,” Allura said softly, and Altea bless this precious, perfect boy, he nodded his assent. They followed Kolivan’s orders, going past the throngs of people that had soundly defeated Allura. She remained utterly on edge throughout, worried of one of them attacking, of somebody going for Hunk.

But they didn’t. They left the way they came. Allura got her armor back on when told she wasn’t meant to wear the BoM suit, they kept walking when told they weren’t meant to know the BoM’s secrets, and Kolivan met them in the hangar with the blue lion.

“I think I understand now,” Allura said, and Hunk made a soft, questioning noise behind her.

Kolivan arched an eyebrow.

“Trust. You gave me orders that didn’t fit with what I believed made sense, and I disobeyed them. Thinking I knew better. The result was pain and-“ her voice caught, thinking back to the blood, her palms itching with the phantom memory of it, “-and loss. I needed to trust your direction, even if it went against what I wanted, because if I can’t trust you to guide me, you cannot trust me with your secrets, or trust me to be a worthy ally.”

Kolivan was not an expressive man, but he did smile a little at that. “And our trust, I think you may have earned. We will not tell you everything, only what you need to know, but the Blade of Marmora is willing to partner with the Paladins of Voltron.”

[kakunamatatq]

Actually scratch that last post I have a bigger wishlist for VLD main cast interactions:

Allura & Hunk (He taught her about human road trip games but we didn’t actually get to see it we were robbed)

Allura & Pidge (They had that moment in “The Fall of the Castle of Lions” but I don’t really remember anything really big since? Gimme more of the sparkly space sisters interacting pls)

Coran & Keith (Keith asked Coran about a Galra piloting Blue back in “Greening the Cube” but then it’s the same as with Allura & Pidge; I need more content)

Keith & Pidge (The longest interaction they’ve ever had was that argument in “The Fall of the Castle of Lions.” Pidge building the trash replica of Keith and them hugging in s4 would have so much more of an impact if we got to see them interact more and ngl I was disappointed they didn’t have a moment together in s3 where they connected over missing Matt and Shiro)

Shiro & Coran (Gimme more of those moments from “The Black Paladin” where we have the two oldest members of the team talking about things one-on-one)

Shiro & Hunk (”The guy taught me everything I know about being a pilot. Which isn't much, but that's more on me.” I know that’s not really plot-relevant but I would’ve killed to see a glimpse of that, or, anything between these two. All I can remember is their little exchange in “Taking Flight” and it makes me so sad they don’t get to interact more)

Shiro & Lance (I’m not counting what all happened in s1 when Lance was in a coma because he was unconscious for that so other than that they have Beta Traz and that’s it?)

This isn’t getting into the Operation Kuron speculation because that’s a whole other set of interactions if the clone is canon (I’m personally hoping for the ‘after everything gets sorted out Kuron lives and becomes Ryou Shirogane’ theory panning out because all Shiros deserve to live and have the best in the universe). And then if Matt sticks around I need more interactions between him and basically everyone else besides Hunk and Pidge (not that I’d say no to more of those ofc but we already got a lot of quality stuff between them and it’s only been like five episodes)

[alamhigyoooo]

me seeing @everybodylivesau sending out a call for npc/wol oc babies AND BOY HOWDY

(no gpose extreme tool to make my visions come to life so alas please bear with a written description)

so like a bajillion years ago (4 it was 4 years ago lmao) i started shipping hallura with aymeric and tbh i’ve never quite been able to let go of that family fantasy i have for them...even though since then i’ve sliced hallura’s fertility into bits with nifty new lore and then there’s this cool ot3 thing that hurts me a lot to think about but more on that another time

BUT hallura/aymeric babies...in a perfect world i always see them having two children, an older daughter (rania, for hallura’s mother) and a younger son (skylar, for which i have yet to figure out why but that’s the name i Want) both of whom inherit their parents’ black hair and their father’s blue eyes. i actually wrote it into hallura’s lore that she had their daughter before perishing to black rose in the eight umbral calamity timeline....love that for g’raha getting to read about it!!!

and i love these babies SO MUCH rania is a sharp-tongued, incessantly observant socialite who can stun full-grown adults with her wit before she’s ten years old; most of ishgard firmly believes she’s on track to become a politician much like her father, except much more scary because she got hallura’s bluntness and disdain for beating around the bush. and then skylar, who turns out to be every bit the spitfire his sister is, but instead of politics takes up arms to follow in his mother’s footsteps; he’s brash and overconfident (only his sister can really put him in his place) and he has a bit of a complex because of his famous parentage, but he’s ride or die for the people and places he loves.

they grow up so loved...god they grow up so loved, hallura knows what it’s like to grow up in a country that’s not really your own (re:ala mhigo -> limsa lominsa) and aymeric knows what it’s like to grow up alone with rumors and expectations always hanging over his head (re: his entire parentage arc). both of them are fiercely protective of their children’s happiness and rumors/gossip/mockery are Not Tolerated at all. i believe aymeric never thought about having his own children, was more interested in maybe adopting a successor to his house, but hallura has wanted to be a mother so badly from the time she lost her family, and her passion for a family is what inspires aymeric to want one for himself, too. 

but i just think about rania and skylar a LOT and how rania always has her hair done up in little buns to show off her cute pointed ears and how skylar always comes home with a new scrape on his knee and a story for his mother, and how they’ll take trips to la noscea to spend winters at their grandmother’s farm under the gentle sun, and rania learning how to fly from skylar who’s an adrenaline junkie just like hallura, and them sitting on the floor in front of the fireplace while hallura brushes skylar’s hair and aymeric reads to rania....I LOVE THEM and sometimes i get really sad that i took this away from hallura sdlkjgfsdklfjlg

in the future though...my mind hath turned to ot3 things and maybe a family is still in the works for hallura/g’raha/aymeric after all

[venomade]

me as I contemplate making a voltron sideblog: how the fuck did this happen to me I hate this stupid show please I never wanted anything less in my l i f e.

[lesbianklance]

💣 and 👀!

Ship that pisses you off: 💣

hahaha sh*ith

Ship you’re curious about: 👀

recently I've been thinking about hallura a lot for some reason idk man they could be adorable but tbh? whenever a mutual of mine talks about a ship i dont personally ship im always curious what drew them to it yk? so many ships fit this category

[vldkeith]

How do you feel about hallura??

i think allura is a lesbian so gfdkjgfkdsfhgs can’t say i like it, but that’s just my interpretation!