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Title: fALsEhOOd

Author: Me (Locke)

Warnings: swearing, Virgil is rude/sympathetic Virgil... I think that's it

This is a fic I've been posting on ao3/Wattpad, where i just posted ch 7 today. If anyone wants the links to either of those, i add that... Also might add a tag list if anyone cares to be on it...

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Chapter 1

"Take it easy, guys, gals, and non-binary, pals, peace out!

Thomas finishes another video, and I gladly retire to my room. Even though I've been enjoying everyone's company, it's still exhausting, and I can't wait to just lose myself in my music. Speaking of which, I grab my headphones, slip them on, and hit shuffle on my playlist. I skip through a few Panic! and Set It Off songs before I realize what I really want to hear right now. I scroll through my library until I find the collab album between Frank Iero and The Future Violents. I fall back on my bed as the music starts, like scratching some sort of itch inside of me. I lay that way, peaceful, and fall asleep before the album ends.

I'm woken by a knock on the door and Patton inviting me to come downstairs before Roman eats the last waffle. I heave a sigh, running a hand down my face. Waking up is always the worst part of any day. Maybe some music would help. I reach towards my nightstand- Oh, that's right I fell asleep listening to music. I adjust my headphones and hit play, then realize I'm not in the mood for Barriers and switch it to Vices and Virtues. Let's Kill Tonight starts playing, and I sort through the clothes on my floor. I really have to do my laundry- and stop sleeping in my clothes, I note, as I peel my jacket off and see the lines the zipper left on my arms. I shrug on a Black Parade tee and a ripped-up pair of skinny jeans, then pull my jacket back on. I don't leave my room without it, it's comforting to me, helps keep me grounded. I toss my clothes from yesterday towards a pile of clothes I think are the dirty ones, but I have Thomas' throwing skills and they land several feet away from my intended target.

I head down to the kitchen, where Logan is reading a newspaper (he'll do the crossword at lunch), Patton is cooking waffles and making an absolute mess, as usual, and Princey has Disney songs playing too loudly and is belting the lyrics. Also, unfortunately, as usual. Don't get me wrong, I'm a Disney fan, but not like that. He's dancing around the living room, using a remote as a mic, which is less usual.

"Seriously, Princey, can we please have a single peaceful morning without your theatrics?" I ask him, hearing the irritation in my own tone.

"That sounds horrifically boring," he replies, then climbs onto the back of the couch, continuing singing 'How Far I'll Go' from Moana, then launches in a parody directed at me.

"You say that you want me to stop singing, But what better way to end repose? But you just listen to me, Brendon Urie, I'll have you know, someday I'll be having you join my solo!"

I roll my eyes. That was pretty clever. But he already has enough of an ego without me stroking it.

"There's a reason you're the fanciful, dreaming side. You're out of touch with reality," I tell him, grabbing a plate and a waffle.

He gasps as I slide into a chair. "Such rude words from-"

"Hey, you two, play nice!" Patton interjects, a friendly warning in his voice. I scoff, grabbing the jam from in front of Logan and opening it.

"Seriously, you finished off the jam?" I turn to Logan. He holds up a finger to me, signifying he's in the middle of a paragraph.

"Sorry, what were you saying," he says more than asks, setting the newspaper down and turning to me.

"Why did you finish off the jam? You knew I was going to want some; you didn't have to be selfish and take it all!" I've seen the amount of jam he puts on his waffles. Heck, I've seen him inhale the jam straight from the jar.

"Excuse me, I do not understand your upsetness over something that literally only exists in one person's imagination. Another jar can simply be summoned. Your outburst is nonsensical.”

I growl, frustrated. "It's the thought that counts. Aren't you supposed to be good at thinking?"

"Woah, Virgil, what's gotten into you this morning?" Patton asks, setting down the bowl of waffle batter he was mixing with a concerned look on his face. "You haven't been this grumpy in a while. Did you not sleep well, kiddo?"

"That could be very possible, given the-"

"Logan, shut up," I cut him off, speaking deliberately.

Logan looks affronted, straightens his tie, and does the exact opposite of what I just told him to do. "I was going to say, given the negative side effects of sleep deprivation and your nighttime habits, that is a distinct possibility. But with your reaction, I think it's safe to say it's more than just a possibility. In fact, -"

I growl again, pulling my hood over my head and shoving my plain waffle down my throat as quickly as I can, then run to my room. Does he ever stop talking? Or Roman stop singing? Or Patton stop patronizing- pun purposefully excluded- me? I'm the anxiety, not some kid for them to not take seriously. When I'm not taken seriously, bad things happen. You would think the others would have realized this by now. But no, they treat me like some sort of child. I mean, Patton literally calls me his "strange dark child." I've asked him to stop but he still acts like he's my dad. Logan just brings up fancy facts and complicated language so we'll believe him because he obviously knows more, and he acts like I'm stupid or something because of it. Just because I can't quote famous philosophers or pinpoint exactly what's wrong all the time, doesn't mean I don't have helpful contributions.

And Roman's the worst, he's constantly insulting me, coming up with rude nicknames, and brushing me aside. He's so self-centered, I sometimes wonder if he realizes Thomas is in the driver's seat, not him. He thinks he can do anything and everything, without any help from the rest of us, but if it weren't for us other sides, he'd have Thomas do something crazy that would embarrass him beyond all belief and probably get him hurt. He dreams these... crazy, fantastical, wild dreams that are completely unrealistic and only serve to hurt Thomas. Why can't he just tone it down and be helpful? Not to mention his pride and ego, he is the worst at working with the group, and he is horrible at compromise. He seems to side against Thomas a lot, like when he helped Janus prove Thomas isn't as good of a person, and again when he supported Patton telling Thomas to be less selfish. He drives me crazy. Sometimes, I just want to shake him until he realizes how conceited he is.

I sigh to myself and snuggle into a purple bean bag, grabbing a video game controller and headset to help get my mind off things. No use stressing Thomas out any more than I have to at the moment.

[scatterthoughted]

Where There’s A Will...

At the ripe old age of fifteen, Pidge has finalized her will- and Lance is the first to find it (Pre-season  6)

Not a lot happened when Lance was left alone.

Time stopped and took a stretch, granting itself a rest from moving forward just so Lance could lose his mind in boredom. As his Abuela had always said, he was a ‘people’s person,’ an outgoing extrovert who just enjoyed the company (and attention) of others.

He liked to think she meant he was charming and bold- but left to his own devices on a drifting ship where the second closest life form was a cow (no offense to Kaltenecker), he realized it could just as well mean he got lonely easily. And bored. Really, really bored.

Today was one of those days where Lance was put to the test in the most torturous and brutal of manners, risking his mental state for the good of his crew and the universe. Other days he would fight for his life against a tyrannical empire dictator, but today was just as bad.

He was house-sitting. Or, well more accurately, spaceship-sitting. Castle-sitting? All of team Voltron had found some kind of mission within the span of a few days, all close enough that there was no need for the Teleduv. Coran and Allura were free to visit a planet holding trace elements of a long-extinct Altean flower, Shiro and Hunk were due for another diplomatic dinner within the same solar system, Keith had been busy with the Blades for the past few weeks doing missions who-knows-where, and Pidge went out to collect some rare metal stuff surrounding a star for her newest project. That left Lance to man the ship. 

Not that he was actually manning it- apparently the mice were more trusted than him, an actual pilot- but he did get the run of the castle. Which was fun for a whole five minutes after Pidge left.

Lance sat slumped on the couch, finishing up his second solo Monsters and Mana game (which was just as bad of an idea as it sounded) surrounded by empty containers that still held residue of Hunk’s gourmet creations. The space mice had made a bed out of his hoodie, cuddled up in a way that was very cute, but also very uncomfortable for him.

If only Pidge had fixed up their ‘playbox’ (what Pidge liked to call the hodgepodge of wiring and reactors she built to support Killbot Phantasm with Altean technology), he’d be beating their high score right now. 

But didn’t Pidge take it into her room to fix up a week ago? By Pidge-speed, she would have had it done ages ago- maybe it was functional already, and he could do something other than just sitting around and waiting for his team to return. Which was kind of pathetic.

“Oh, time practically flew- I barely noticed you guys were missing at all!” He shook his hands at the imaginary paladins in front of him. “In fact, I did tons-”

He sat up, having forgotten about the mice dozing behind him. They reminded him a moment later, scratching up the back of his neck with startled squeaks after being so rudely awakened. Lance shrieked and jumped around, knocking containers to the floor and encouraging the mice to run all the way down his body on their path to the stable floor. Not a pleasant feeling.

After a glaring stand-off with four rodents, Lance marched over to Pidge’s room. It was a mess as always, strewn with clothes, pictures, miscellaneous robot things, and other stuff she collected. She had certainly made herself at home in the castle. 

Even through all the mess and general stuff she had in her room, it was easy to spot the large console. The wiring was frayed and tangled, sticking out of the top like some sort of monster from an old sci-fi novel. Lance stopped in his tracks and frowned. Not finished then. He scratched his head, finding it odd that Pidge hadn’t finished in the time frame that she usually did when committing to a project- at most, it only took a handful of Vargas for something she already knew how to fix. Lance shrugged, deciding to add it to the end of the list of unexplained Pidge tendencies- right after her hoarding habits and distaste for peanuts (but not peanut butter cookies).

With a huff and decision to maybe try out the pool again, Lance started picking  his way through the maze of laundry and metal. He made a mistake the moment he glanced up to check his progress- Lance’s ankle swung right into something sticking out of the wall. He let out a howl at the instant pain flooding his ankle, instinctively clutching it in his hands and and hobbling around on his one good foot. Too far he jumped back, right onto a sweater- one that slipped out from under him, but not before pitching him forward onto the hard ground. There wasn’t even a well-placed tool-kit to break his fall.

He opened his eyes with a groan of pain- today was just not his day. To his surprise, Lance come face-to-face with what looked like an orange hard drive melded to the wall. Lance’s pain was quickly forgotten in pursuit of his curiosity, and he pushed himself up to get a better look at the strange device.

Hidden just under the lip of a low-lying shelf (terrible placement- his ankle still throbbed), it was a rectangle split in two; the upper half a lit-up orange light, and the lower half was what looked like a screen containing a pass-code pad. "Nothing like that in my room...” He murmured in confusion. “...what’re you hiding, Pidgey?”

As the respectful, non-nosy friend that he was, Lance instantly tried every pass-code he could think of. Her birthday, her brother’s birthday, what he was pretty sure was her father’s birthday... it occurred to him after a few Dobashes to be more creative. A super-hacker genius like Pidge obviously had an 80-digit code that was inverse Pi or something; maybe it was the entire Declaration of Independence in Binary or... Oh.

1-2-3-4 worked. Definitely suspicious.

The orange light blinked a few times, and words appeared on the screen that had previously been covered by the pass-code. Lance realized the device looked familiar, like the one they’d used to record their vlogs for ‘team-bonding’ reasons, except more compact. It opened to reveal only one file.

11/233/77645- Will

Will? Who was Will? Did Pidge have another brother he didn’t know about? Lance eagerly clicked on the file, and the orange light suddenly changed colour and concentration to project an image onto the opposite wall. He turned and stepped back to see Pidge, or at least a recording of her.

She was staring into the camera, looking uncomfortable. Her hair less unruly than it usually was (did she actually brush it back?) and she was wearing nicer, non I-needed-to-pretend-to-be-a-boy-to-sneak-into-the-Garrison-so-I-grabbed-my-older-brother’s-turtleneck clothes. Lance sat on the same bed she was perched on in the video, confused and curious about what was going on.

“Well, if you’re watching this, that probably means I’m dead. That I died... somehow.” 

Lance’s heart stopped. What was this?

Pidge’s eyes stared straight into his. “I knew from the moment I chose to stay and fight as a Paladin that the missions would be difficult. And, uh, deadly.” She swallowed, but then straightened. “I just want to say now that I knew the risks involved, and chose to help anyway. That no one should blame themselves for how I died, because I was ultimately the one who chose this fate.” Pidge looked down for a moment and the tiniest bit of regret shone through her determination. Her voice wavered so quietly that Lance had to strain for it. “Sorry, Mom.” 

Lance stood up with eyes wide, moving towards the projection with an incredulous mind and a pounding heart. She... expected to die by the end of this? That was nonsense, he and the other Paladins would never let that happen to her. They were a team, and teams stuck together. They wouldn’t lose each other.

“I never would have seen life going this way a couple years ago. But then Matt and Dad disappeared, and... I had to do something.” Pidge made fists in her mussed sheets. “Two years ago, I thought that by now I’d be exploring the world of tech in Matt’s footsteps at the Garrison. In the future, I saw myself growing old with my Nobel Prizes. Crazy how plans can change once an alien dictator and five flying cats enter your life, huh?” Pidge had drawn up her knee and rested her head on it, looking to the left of the camera in contemplation.

Lance’s heart sunk. Was she really that unhappy with being a Paladin? Sure, he got home-sick too and the job was dangerous, but it wasn’t all bad. They’d all met each each other and accomplished so much good in the universe because of their five flying cats.

“I’d be so bored with that life now.” She said with a scoff, clearing away Lance’s uncertainty. “Albert Einstein and Marie Curie would have gladly traded in their Prizes for paladin gear. I get to experience the universe’s wonders first hand.” She smiled. “With my friends. Who feel more like family every day.”

Lance was a little stunned. Pidge was the last to admit to gushy feelings to the entire crew- yet there she was, admitting to her closeness to the Paladins she had been prepared to leave mere months ago. Lance felt like a fool for not knowing better- that of course Pidge felt the same way towards the Paladins as they did towards her. Words weren’t always necessary to understand that.

Pidge cleared her throat. “I, uh, guess I don’t say it enough but... I really love you guys.” she looked right into the camera, and the honesty on her face reminded Lance of just how young she was. 

Not even old enough to drive yet.

“You won’t catch me saying that to your faces, probably ever. But I don’t mean it any less.”

Yet she had finished a video in preparation for her death.

“Mom, if you’re watching this... which I really hope you are if I never return... know that I don’t regret what I did. Even if I paid for it in the end, I will never regret finding Matt and saving Dad. You know it would have killed me in the end if I did nothing when I knew I could. That just isn’t me.” Pidge’s expression was fierce, pouring out the explanation she never had the chance to say in person. 

It was the most difficult thing Lance ever had to watch- but he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. His horror and shock rooted him to the spot, along with a pinch of painful curiosity- he’d never seen Pidge so open and up front with her feelings.

“I don’t regret it... but I do regret abandoning you, taking off without a backward glance.” Pidge’s face crumpled. “Their disappearances tore us apart when we needed each other most. I knew I was distancing myself, but I couldn’t accept their death and couldn’t stand being around so much grief...” Tears began to gather and her voice sped up. “I’m so so sorry Mom, I was all you had left and then I just left without a goodbye-” a sob broke through her words “Goodbye’s aren’t even that difficult when you know you’re coming back. I was so sure I would be coming back then, and now things are different which is why this goodbye is so much harder-”

The longer Lance watched, the more his heart broke. 

“Sometimes, I-I just want to go home s-so badly-”

He had no idea Pidge held this much grief and regret inside her every day- Lance had never lost someone he loved. He didn’t know she never expected to return home or see her mother again. 

The clip suddenly cut off and a new one began, with a calmer but puffy eyed Pidge. “If the Paladins ever make it back to Earth... I want you to have the digital photo album I’ve kept on my mini-projector. It’s got stills and videos of all kinds of things I’ve seen and done across the universe- the planets I’ve visited, the aliens I met. I can’t wait for you to see Beezer, he’s incredible. It’ll be our way of catching up, I guess.” She allowed herself a small smile. “My time in space wasn’t all galactic wars and hyper-drive, and I’ve always thought about how much you would’ve loved it out here. The variety and scope of vegetation alone would have had you drooling.” Pidge’s mouth quirked up at the edges.

The entire ship stood silent in the cold vacuum of space, holding its breath as Pidge ran through the family she fought so hard for, telling them not to miss her too much (but I’d be nice if someone named their kids after her or something) and listing what she wanted them to take- assuming they ever got access to it. 

And then she started talking to him.

“Lance...” His head snapped up and he leaned forward, desperate to know what Pidge wanted him to know if she never got around to it. With every other person, she had drilled straight through what she wanted to say, with cuts here and there for when she became too emotional. But here she paused.

And then a new clip began, skipping over what Pidge had been about to say.

“Take care of Kaltenecker for me- you know she needs a strong role model in her life. Also, you get my copy of Killbot Phantasm. Be careful though- since I just made the playbox out of spares and my own convoluted process, if you break it again, there won’t really be anyone to fix it...” 

There wouldn’t be anyone to play it with him at all, so what would be the point?

“I have something else I want to tell you Lance... but, uh, not as part of something I know everyone else will be watching. I’ll still probably be able to feel the embarrassment from beyond the grave.”

Pidge wanted her her last words to him to be something embarrassing? Why?

“It’ll be on the second file of this device.” She pointed at the camera accusingly. “Matt is forbidden to touch it.”

Lance frowned. There had only been the one file on the projection device.

She moved on, letting Allura know how much she admired her, telling Hunk that she’d always been jealous of how easily he connected to people.

“Never stop cooking, Hunk- you have a gift. I’m still shocked that you made me like the taste of Werfan Worms.” 

To Coran she expressed how appreciative she was of his father-like acceptance and to Shiro she thanked him for being a leader in the moments she was most lost. Even to Keith, she told him how much she respected him and his quiet but fierce loyalty. 

“I know you care more than you let on, Keith- I’m the same. But don’t distance yourself when you’re scared. It just hurts more.” 

Lance was the only one to get an extra file- but that wasn’t what he was thinking about by the end of the video.

“Life will go on without me, and I need you guys to as well. I know firsthand how difficult it is to lose somebody, and made this because I would’ve traded anything to hear their voices one last time...”

Another cut.

“I guess I’ll be waiting wherever Rover is. Don’t stop living if I do- someone needs to kick Zarkon’s ass if I’m not able to see it through. Also, make sure the next Green Paladin’s good to Green- let them know that I’ll come back to haunt them if they don’t.”

She looked so small in the frame. Her socks weren’t matching. 

“As Shiro likes to say, it’s been an honour flying with you all. Someday, I hope we get to fly together again.” 

The projection abruptly shut off, and it left a blank Lance staring at a blanker wall. The sudden silence built to a point he couldn’t stand, and Lance began to pace (as much as he could in the cramped obstacle course that was Pidge’s floor) just to keep his thoughts moving.

The possibility of Pidge’s death suddenly seemed all too real. Lance had long ago taken everything the smartest Paladin said as truth- if she thought she had no chance of surviving this war... was she right? What did that mean for the rest of them? 

Lance found it nearly impossible to imagine their team continuing on without Pidge. Who was going to hack Galran information right out from under their noses? Who would go along with his goofy charades and suggest jumping into a fountain when they couldn’t afford their favourite game? Who would finish a whole batch of peanut butter cookies overnight?

His hands were shaking and his face was wet. 

Lance couldn’t lose her- but watching her will felt like a sealing of her fate. How much time did any of them have left before they had to make the ultimate sacrifice?

“Lance?” The silence was finally broken by the room’s loudspeaker.

Lance yelped and jumped off of Pidge’s bed, heart racing a mile a minute. After hearing her voice ramble on for the past twenty minutes, it took a moment to convince himself that the projection hadn’t just turned back on. 

Pidge was back from her mission, alive and well.

Lance came back to himself, wiping away the moisture on his cheeks and in his eyes while frantically tripping over clothing piled in the way to the room’s comm.

“Lance? I’ve been circling the castle for the better part of five Dobashes- you better not be in the shower right now.” Pidge didn’t bother hiding her annoyance. 

Lance didn’t need anymore encouragement in his rushing. He held down the comm button.

“Yea-” His voice came out pathetically shaken and he quickly cleared his throat. “I mean, uh yeah, I’m here.”

“I’d be better if you were at the hangar’s instead, unlocking it so that my lion can get in. Honestly, I don’t see the point in the hangar‘s locking safety precaution; if the lion’s quintessence can be replicated, I’d say we have bigger problems on our hands-” 

“Maybe you can take it up with Allura when she gets back.” For the characteristically dramatic and upbeat Paladin, his words were oddly subdued.

There was a long pause. “Lance, is everything alright?”

He clenched his teeth against the sudden swell of emotions her words brought on. No, it wasn’t. It was definitely was not alright when the youngest, smartest, and bravest Paladin of them all was prepared to say goodbye. Indefinitely.

“Peachy.” His words were curt. “I’ll get to the hangar now.” Another pause. “Alright, if you say so.” Everything about her tone made it obvious she didn’t believe him.

The eerie silence in the castle did nothing to ease his tense mood, and he’d almost stomped over the space mice on his way down. Indignant squeaks brought him back to himself, and Lance let out a deep sigh when he stooped down to pick them up. Their calming chattering at his shoulder did nothing to quell the battle taking place in his stomach, and every step grew quicker and more frantic. It felt like awhile since he’d heard her voice- could something have happened to her because he took too long to get to her?

Lance reached the Green hanger’s doors at a run, newfound fear (the fear of losing her) making the steady hands of a sharpshooter shake. A pass-code and hand-scan later (ever since Kuron, Allura’s been a tad obsessed with castle security), the doors of the hangar slid open.

From his place behind air-tight doors, he watched as Green made her landing and the doors shut. Lance stepped into the hangar the same moment Pidge did, exiting from her lion’s mouth.

She removed her helmet and replaced them with the glasses she didn’t really need, but not before cleaning the smudges off on her shirt first. Pidge looked up then, and paused. Lance was staring at her as if she were about to disappear forever.

“Alright, something’s definitely wrong. What happened?”

(Part 2 coming soon!)

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really  LONG  CHARACTER  SURVEY.     RULES.  repost ,   don’t  reblog  !    tag  10  ! good  luck  !     TAGGED.  @vrepit-sa     TAGGING. @shurimanisms, @flareforged, @greenestxpaladin and tbh i can’t be arsed to tag more after all th a t

BASICS.

FULL  NAME :  Katie Holt / Pidge Gunderson NICKNAME :   Katie / Pidge AGE :  fourteen BIRTHDAY :   unknown ETHNIC  GROUP :  caucasian (the holts are probably some complete disaster of lineage lbrh) NATIONALITY :   american. LANGUAGE / S : english, morse, binary if she thought about it, a scattering of several different programming languages (nothing low-level like assembly languages though), a smattering of altean quite literally scared into her SEXUAL  ORIENTATION :  asexual. ROMANTIC  ORIENTATION :  might be aro? tbh she’d be happy with just someone to sit and do tech/geek things with so yeah, aro makes perfect sense. RELATIONSHIP  STATUS :   nope HOME  TOWN / AREA :  is central northern america a thing because that’s the feeling i got from the little we saw of the holt’s plae. CURRENT  HOME :   the castle of lions PROFESSION :  general technologist? of the paladins, stealth and infiltration

PHYSICAL.

SKIN:  very pale, easy to sunburn but still a healthy shade despite how much time she spends indoors/out of sunlight EYES :   highkey amber, gold in the sunlight and almost brown along the inner edges. FACE :  it’s round and soft, but also thinly lined, easy enough for her to be mistaken as a boy (and used very well against the Garrison) LIPS :   they’re the kind that don’t reveal their curves until she grins, cheshire in manner in that they don’t draw attention away from her face. they’re thin but not to the point of not existing. COMPLEXION :  surprisingly, given her age and habits, pidge’s face remains pretty clean and clear. BLEMISHES :   any birthmarks she has are tiny and hard to notice unless you’re looking for them. for the longest time, she’d had one on the arch of her foot, but it faded away at some point during her childhood and almost none of her others have. SCARS :  she’s got a couple fine lines on her hands (old motherboards were notorious for having sharp solder points on the underside and pidge has torn her hands up on quite a few during disassembly). from taking apart tech on earth. she’s thus far managed to avoid collecting new ones since becoming the green paladin. TATTOOS :  n/a. HEIGHT :   5′2 ? i think WEIGHT :   she probably weighs 110lbs soaking wet. BUILD :   her build is slim, very nondescript. the curve to her waist and hips are easily hidden in clothing and any curve to her upper body disappears once she’s geared up. FEATURES :   glasses. round ones that perch on the tip of her nose and manage to serve as a way she can look severely at someone without being blind. ALLERGIES :   greening the cube doesn’t give any details, but i imagine pidge deals with quite a few allergies to outdoors environments; pollen from multiple sources, making it difficult, if not impossible, for there to be a season that affects her less than normal USUAL  HAIR  STYLE :  she brushes her hair, but otherwise leaves it be, letting it be a slightly messy mop that hangs around her face. USUAL  FACE  LOOK :   n/a USUAL  CLOTHING :   if not in her armor, pidge prefers loosely fitting clothing for ease of movement, but doesn’t have much preference for the colors of such.

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR / S :   she doesn’t have specific fears, mostly, but at this point in time, she’s scared to death of not being able to find her father and brother. scared of finding out that they died. scared of not being able to put her family together. scared of losing the family she’s made in the castle. ASPIRATION / S :   she wants to find her father and brother, yes, she wants to go home, but... she also wants to see the universe. she wants to explore. she wants to see what’s out there. POSITIVE  TRAITS :   intelligent | excitable | quick-witted NEGATIVE  TRAITS :   stubborn | irritable | insensitive MBTI :   Logician (INTP-A) ZODIAC :   gemini? i think? it fits, anyway, so i’ll keep it for now TEMPEREMENT :   melancholic. SOUL  TYPE / S :   thinkier | hunter | helper ANIMALS :   beaver. VICE  HABIT / S :    picking her fingernails, chewing on the ends of pens while thinking, absently picking at scabs or new calluses. FAITH :  theistic but not ascribing to a religion? GHOSTS ? :   until there’s proof, nope AFTERLIFE ? :   ^ see above. REINCARNATION ? :   maybe there is, maybe there isn’t, no one knows yet ALIENS ? :   voltron is literally an alien weapon piloted by five. POLITICAL  ALIGNMENT :  not the galran empire. EDUCATION  LEVEL :    probably took some college level courses for kicks and grins before getting into the garrison. probably lied about her age for the garrison; definitely dealt with college level classes there.

FAMILY.

FATHER :   samuel holt MOTHER :   colleen holt SIBLINGS :   matt holt EXTENDED  FAMILY :   unknown NAME  MEANING / S :    katie is diminutive of kate/katherine, most commonly means pure. holt comes from wold/wald, and means a small forest or forested upland. pidge is likely a borrowed slang word short for “pigeon hole”, a place for messages to be left for later/a home for a pigeon. gunderson is a patronymic name derived from several different sources, but “son of "gondri" or "gundric", a once common old French personal name from the germanic elements "gund", battle and "ric", poser” is the commonly accepted meaning. HISTORICAL  CONNECTION ? :   old english for katie holt, norwegian/german/french for gunderson

FAVORITES.

BOOK :  she can’t just pick one. pidge had a library of books she left behind at home. it’s a combination of scifi, fantasy, and textbooks. she has a handful of in-depth guides for common linux/unix distros and for android in general. MOVIE :   again, she can’t just pick one. while her movies are as varied in interest as her books, katie didn’t keep nearly as much of a collection. 5  SONGS :  considering her music library spans several tens of gb, there’s no way to pick five to be favorites. it varies from month to month DEITY :   n/a. HOLIDAY :   she’s always loved christmas. snow outside, the windows frosted over, hot chocolate in hands. she and matt deep in concentration over some project or another MONTH :   december SEASON :   if she had to pick, she didn’t mind fall and early spring. her allergies kicked up a mighty fuss, but the weather was nice. PLACE :    green’s hangar. WEATHER :   even though pidge didn’t mind typical fall/spring weather, she much prefers the dark clouds and heavy rains. it’s soothing to ear the rain pouring down while she curls up with her newest project. SOUND :   rain on the roof over her head, the gentle hum of a computer well functioning, that single solitary bios confirmation beep. SCENT / S :    you know that smell when you first open a package of electronics? it’s crisp and almost burns the nose, but not quite, and quickly fades as you maneuver it into a system. a book freshly opened after being on a shelf for years, the dust, aging paper, and ink. petrichor. TASTE / S :    fresh strawberries, just red and not quite overly sweet yet, milk chocolate FEEL / S :   smooth and cold, machined metals emblazoned with coppers and plastics, faint vibrations under fingertips as a fan whirls to speed or a motor settles into a steady rotation. ANIMAL / S :    cats. felines in general. NUMBER :  she likes too many numbers, but to fall back on anything would be ones and zeros. COLORS :   golds and greens, dusk meeting a forest as the sky fades from orange to dark blue-violet. the stars shining in the sky.

EXTRA.

TALENTS :  hand to hand combat, computers and their defenses, stealth, understanding the gist of unfamiliar systems in moments. BAD  AT :  being sensitive of other people’s feelings, being tactful. TURN  ONS :  lmao what TURN  OFFS :   see above HOBBIES :    writing programs, modifying green, dissecting altean and galra tech to find out how they work, find out if she can make them work for her, and reassembling them to find out if she can make them work again TROPES :   deadpan snarker, hollywood hacking (something i’ll try not to overboard on bc i actually Hate it), motor mouth, military brat, teen genius QUOTES :     “I know.”, “That’s me.”, “Nice work, Tailor.”, “I got him! [beat] I don’t got him!”

MUN QUESTIONS.

Q1 :   if  you  could  write  your  character  your  way  in  their  own movie ,   what  would  it  be  called ,  what  style  would  it  be filmed  in ,  and  what  would  it  be  about ?           A1 :  honestly? it wouldn’t be chronological. it’d be bits of life, scenes you’d see in passing. moments of bonding between her and her teammates, moments of family time, little background things. i love just seeing a peek into lives. not the whole life, just.... bits and pieces, parts of the whole that make the whole easier to understand. Q2 :   what  would  their  soundtrack / score  sound  like ?           A2 :   it probably wouldn’t make much sense put together. a mishmash of anything and everything under the sun, from enigma to icon for hire to linkin park i guess Q3 :   why  did  you  start  writing  this  character ?           A3 :   i got hooked on voltron. binged the first season. binged the second the day it came out. started rewatching it with the bf, decided to take the plunge Q4 :   what  first  attracted  you  to  this  character ?           A4 :   a tech geek. a tech geek that was, yes, still somewhat stereotypical but not made fun of. mostly just a tech geek. and then the girl bomb right as i decided ‘ok so pidge is a really girly looking guy’ and that was it  it was over i was caught Q5 :   describe  the  biggest  thing  you  dislike  about  your  muse.           A5 :   i actually.... like pidge just fine the way she is Q6 :   what  do  you  have  in  common  with  your  muse ?           A6 :   too much. though she’s probably smarter than i am (i can bs a lot of her basic knowledge though..... soon. ) Q7 :   how  does  your  muse  feel  about  you ?           A7 :    ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Q8 :   what  characters  does  your  muse  have  interesting  interactions  with ?         A8 :    almost any character. pidge will run her mouth if talking with fellow tech geeks, probably still will with people who aren’t tech geeks, tends to ask too many questions even of people she probably shouldn’t be too friendly with (sendak). Q9 :   what  gives  you  inspiration  to  write  your  muse ?         A9 :   right now? everything. engima’s ‘the gate’ is what kickstarted it all, so there’s a lot of that in her specific writing playlist. Q10 :   how  long  did  this  take  you  to  complete ?           A10 :   two hours lm a o i get easily sidetracked.