#like Allura with short hair

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

a little bit of a mini art dump of unfinished things and stuff that isn’t enough to post on its own!! sorry for not posting art in like. forever. time got away from me lmao

[leenfiend]

allura deserved a character building haircut

[discordiansamba]

For the identity crisis AU, do you think their fashion sense changes any?

Oooooh, good question.

Well first off. Hunk's definitely wouldn't. This is because Hunk and Keith have exactly the same fashion sense. Seriously. Look at their outfits side by side. Cropped vests/jackets? Fingerless gloves? Boots? Belts with pouches? Literally the exact same fashion sense.

Lance probably wouldn't change much, but I think he'd develop more of a sense for comfort while still trying not to look like a slob. There's some part of him that wants to start wearing shorts, but he is not listening to that part of him. That's the devil talking. He would not look good in shorts, and he knows this. Stop trying to make him wear shorts, part of him that's Pidge.

Pidge gets a cropped jacket. She sees one at the market and she can't resist. It's got deep pockets- what more could a girl want? The fingerless gloves come after. Also when was anyone going to tell her how convenient having a belt with pouches was? She resists the urge to buy a headband, but it's there. She's not going to say that's the devil talking. That would be a rude thing to say about her friend.

Keith buys a non-cropped jacket and stops wearing the fingerless gloves. God himself could not force him to stop wearing his dad's old belt, though. Everyone's watching him like a hawk to see if he'll cut off the mullet but he just stops cutting his hair instead, which turns out to grow weirdly fast. He gets Allura to teach him how to braid it, which is a very weird bonding experience for her. She'll take it?

[spaceaces00]

Sleep headcanons!

Pidge has SO much shit on their bed and def is used to having a crick in their back

Hunk has pillows (like both for aesthetic and ergonomic)

Keith def wakes up upside down sometimes

Shiro sleeps coffin style but also little spoon

We know Lance has the works but I also think he has seasonal pjs (both festive and j heat/cold)

Allura has a bonnet or general night hair care that she tries to keep up

The mice have their own cute bed and routine with Allura

Every uncle sleeps in like a tshirt and weird shorts so Coran gets the same treatment

I think both Allura and Coran struggled with sleep for a longggg time after waking up in the pods

The team implement sleepovers to hang out more

[alluraaaa]

i do very much like the idea of baby butch lesbian pidge. or futch or however we wanna diagnose what she’s got going on in canon. but i’ve always seen her having a love/hate relationship with her femininity

when she first came out as trans she was veeery little and flocked to femininity like coming home. it was so easy to put on dresses and grow out her hair and play with girl toys. she wanted to!! and katie rolls off the tongue much easier than any other name, but her annoying brother still calls her that old nickname sometimes :/

(but it’s fine. it was pidge from pigeon. it was her first word. for some reason.)

and when she decides to sneak into the garrison detransitioning for the time being made sense. they’re looking out for a girl. with long hair. it’s the best plan she’s got. it’s for her family she can do it. she can do it she can just pick up the scissors… and…

pidge keeps his head down. doesn’t talk much, even to the two (other) guys he’s grouped with. doesn’t talk to them even as they all get launched into space with two more men. just five boys in a giant lion. guys night, right?

but soon enough it gets clear this isn’t temporary. this is real. they’re in this together. they have to mind meld and get along and be on the same wavelength twenty four fucking seven. pidge has to come clean.

so she does. she’s a girl. the name has grown on her but she’s a girl she’s she.

and the team accepts it. loves her regardless. hell, even saw through her botched haircut.

so… yay. she’s a girl and they know. but would they be okay with her being… girly? she’s missed the dresses and the hair and pretty flowers. yeah allura is all those things and they all like her just fine but would it be weird if pidge just suddenly gets girly? she likes the masc look too but damn she misses heels sometimes. she hates having to deal with her shortness

one day allura weasels all of this out of her and allura doesn’t take no for an answer. so pidge is dolled up in one of allura’s best dresses, face beat to the gods, hair done in the girliest style they can manage with her… whole situation. and she’s beaming at her reflection

then allura drags her to dinner, hiking up the skirt so she doesn’t trip over herself as she gets into her seat. pidge toughens up and waits for the laughs to hit her. for someone to assume pidge got roped into this and secretly hates it. the “uhh… who are you and what have you done with pidge?”

but none of that happens. shiro says she looks nice. keith likes the hair. hunk likes the dress. lance demands to get dolled up next.

if anyone notices pidge’s immovable smile for the rest of dinner, they don’t comment on it. and they don’t bat an eye when skirts and dresses make their way into the rotation of pidge’s outfits right alongside her pants and overalls

[quietblueriver]

Dimples, Imodna please ☺️

Thank you so much for the prompt!!

Short thing set after the interaction with Gwendolyn but before the witchy adventure. During their nappy-nap, I believe Ashley called it.

This got angsty, somehow. Laudna-specific angst, not Imodna angst, but still. Know that's probably not what you were shooting for with dimples, and if you wanna drop another prompt, I'll try for something fluffier lol.

-

Laudna stares through the window of their room in Whitestone, hands crossed tightly over her body and bottom lip, already worn ichor-black, trapped between her teeth. 

“Laudna?” 

“Hmmm?” 

No part of her moves and her eyes don’t shift from whatever they see outside, so Imogen is uncertain whether Laudna actually heard her or whether her brain recognized Imogen’s call and responded on reflex, the equivalent of a “pardon me” in the crowded market. 

She steps closer, lets her footsteps be loud and moves a hand to hover near Laudna’s shoulder, tries again. 

“Are you alright?” 

Black eyes do move now, catching sight of Imogen and whatever look is on her face must bring Laudna back to the moment, because she turns her body from the window, hands dropping, and asks, voice concerned, “Alright, darling?” 

Imogen tilts her head and closes the last of the distance between her hand and Laudna’s body, starting with a squeeze of her shoulder and skimming down until she links their fingers. 

“I asked first.” 

A crinkle forms between Laudna’s eyes. 

“Did you? I’m sorry. I’m a bit distracted.” 

Imogen takes another step, putting herself at an angle so that she can see outside the window. Reds and golds bathe the beautiful gardens as the sun sets, and a figure stands silhouetted against a wall of green, arm stretched strangely behind them. 

Imogen blinks, eyes adjusting, and the form becomes Lady Vex’ahlia, a bow in her hand. It hangs at her side as she turns to the massive brown bear that has sprawled out beside her and says something that makes it raise its head, slowly but with purpose. 

They hadn’t seen her at the meeting, earlier, although Imogen knows she’s busy with other things. Political things? She has about a dozen different titles and Lady Allura said something about a council, maybe.

But she's back now, if she was ever gone, stretching her shoulders and raising her arms above her head. Her clothes look familiar, and it takes a moment but Imogen recalls the stories strung along the walls. Vox Machina. New versions, surely, but the Lady looks like she could’ve stepped from one of those panels, proud and hardly aged, the string of her bow pulled taut.

The arrow knocks some small thing from the top of a bench straight into the tree behind it. Imogen wonders whether Lady Vex’ahlia ever wants to put her bow down. What she thinks of when she shoots. Her own scars tingle.

“She’s very beautiful.” 

Laudna’s voice is more subdued than usual, and Imogen aches for her, sees again the heartbreak in her eyes as Gwendolyn recoiled. 

“She is.” Imogen rubs her thumb over Laudna’s knuckles and pulls her eyes away from the Lady of Whitestone and back to her favorite person. “You are, too.” 

The smile she gets is more than a concession but less than the flustered, happy thing that Laudna typically favors when Imogen compliments her. She’s just telling the truth, not fishing, but Laudna’s reaction is a good gauge of her mood, and Imogen closes more of the distance between them in an attempt at comfort. 

“Thank you, darling.” 

“Just tellin’ the truth.” She presses a quick kiss to Laudna’s cheek. “Wanna talk about it?” 

The smile Laudna gives her then is full of fondness, enough to make Imogen’s stomach flutter. Laudna’s hand moves to scratch at the nape of her neck, which she knows Imogen loves, before pulling her closer, and Imogen doesn’t fight it, settles into the crook of Laudna’s neck. 

Laudna strokes at her hair as she speaks, the sharp cut of her jaw moving against Imogen’s temple every now and again with her words.

“Did you notice that Gwedolyn has dimples? She looks so much like her parents. Although I don’t think Lady Vex’ahlia has dimples. Maybe Lord Percival. He doesn’t really smile often, so I suppose it’s hard to know.”

She speaks softly, aimlessly, an unhurried stream of consciousness that feels intimately and beautifully familiar to Imogen.

“She does, though. Gwendolyn. And her smile does look like Lady Vex’ahlia’s. Something about her chin, I think. And both a little mischievous.”

When it’s clear she’s finished for the moment, Imogen says, breath against Laudna’s collarbones, “Yeah. Pretty cute. Think she does a good job keepin’ the Lord and Lady busy.”

She bites her lip, pushes back against Laudna’s hand until they’re face to face again. They’ve talked about it. They’ve talked about it. But Imogen knows that Laudna is still hurting, can’t imagine how it must feel to have Delilah to deal with always, but especially in this place, and then to have her scare a child, hate a child, from Laudna’s own body. It’s too much, and she doesn’t know what to say, but she wants to tell Laudna that she’s here to listen, that it’s okay if she wants to talk more. “Laudna, I know we…” 

At the shake of Laudna’s head, Imogen stops, and when Laudna turns her head back to the window, Imogen’s eyes follow hers, catch on Lady Vex’ahlia bent down over the bear, head pressed to his. Her mind moves immediately and naturally to Laudna’s fingers and their ichor strings dancing Pate through the motions of conversation so many nights before they joined the Hells.   

“There were much prettier girls than me.” A beat. Imogen’s breath sticks in her throat, and she waits, watches as Laudna drifts somewhere Imogen can’t follow. Her eyes stay fixed on the world outside, on Lady Vex’ahlia. I always wanted to be a lady. “They had,” she pauses, adds an aside that seems not to be directed to Imogen or to anyone in particular, “not that I wish it on anyone, of course, but—they had options. There was another girl in my class, Alene. Dark, shiny hair. Tall. She had dimples, like Gwendolyn. Her chin wasn’t quite the same, but…”Her hand comes to her own chin, fingertips coming to rest just under her bottom lip. “She had the nicest dresses. Her parents owned a fabric shop, I think. Or maybe it was the bakery? And a little inn.”

Imogen’s whole body is tense now but she forces herself to relax and keep breathing as naturally as she can, to leave space for Laudna to keep talking. It’s rare, for Laudna to speak about her life as Matilda, her death, like this—voluntary, undirected, without caveats or the shining positivity that dulls the impact of the horrible details. Laudna is thoroughly genuine, but that doesn’t mean she makes every part of herself available, that she doesn’t curate like everyone else. This is something different than a necessary disclosure to the Hells or even a detail given in trust.

This is Laudna on her own, giving Imogen room to be with her, if she’d like. It’s a gift, and Imogen doesn’t want to do anything to stop her, to risk it. If she wants to talk, Imogen wants to listen.

“I think, perhaps, with my parents, with,” a wave of the hand not caught in Imogen’s before it fists in her skirts, a familiar scrunch and release of fabric, “all of it, I was…the easiest option. Less outrage. No outrage,” she finishes with a whisper. 

Imogen wants to wrap her up. She doesn’t. She thinks of Matilda, alone in this place, confused and in pain and imagines wrapping her up instead. She would have been outraged. She’s outraged now. And she thinks, for the thousandth time, that she will kill Delilah Briarwood, and she will enjoy it.

Laudna clears her throat. “Anyway, they must have thought…Well. Even if there were better options, it’s flattering, that anyone would think I look anything like her.”

Laudna is generally too earnest to be wry, but it’s the word that comes to Imogen for the shift in her expression, the half-roll of her eyes and motion of her lips. “Flattering might not be the word,” she breathes to herself before continuing, “I’m nothing like Lady Vex’ahlia. Like any of the de Rolos, really. They’re all so beautiful, and I…”

The hand rises to her hair, but instead of the usual anxious motion, Laudna pulls a lock out in front of her and looks at it, a little lost. Her voice is confused but stitched through with a sadness so profound it takes Imogen's breath away. “I was never beautiful, but now, I…”

Imogen cracks open, overwhelming love and righteous fury and deep desire fighting to escape, to reassure. She beats them back and says nothing, stays quiet and close.

Laudna shakes her head and turns her eyes to the gardens again, and when she speaks, it's low and far away, caught in another life. “There were much prettier girls than me.”

[ravenquingvax]

I'm thinking about Vax'ildan...

I mean, I'm always thinking about Vax'ildan to some extent;

I want to be Vax'ildan, want to look like how I imagine he looks - just maybe not as short.

I want to be friends with his friends and siblings with his siblings, want to be a part of something like Vox Machina.

I want to flirt with Shaun Gilmore and lose myself in hours of tea and conversation with that beautiful sorcerer.

I want to sit and listen to Allura as she infodumps for hours, braiding her hair as she talks.

I want to spar with Jarett in the training pit, laughing and joking around with my good friend.

I want to talk transness and religion with Kima, want to break down myself and all it is that I've been through with someone who understands.

I want to learn how to garden under Keyleth's tutelage, getting her to blush and smile as I compliment her a lot.

I want to be best buddies with Pike and Grog, gossiping with them as we drink and getting into chaotic but somehow wholesome mischief together.

I want to pick Percy's brains about his weapons and all of his other inventions, want him to give me a full essay on them.

I want to be there as Scanlan sings and dances, playing his shawm or his lyre or his flute.

I want Vex'ahlia to trust me and confide in me as I trust her and confide in her, us taking turns to do each other's hair and makeup before the day ahead or taking turns to help each other clean up before bed.

I want to play with Trinket, hugging that bear always.

I want to be buddies with Simon, giving him treats and gossiping with him constantly.

I also really want to marry Vax and treat him like royalty, baby boy deserves at least that much after all he's endured.

I want to kiss Vax on the forehead and tell him that everything will be okay.

I want to hug Vax and to hold his hand as we talk about everything we've experienced.

I want him to feel safe with me, as I feel I'd feel safe with him.

I want him to teach me how to use his daggers while I teach him how to play video games.

I want us to have art sessions together as we unwind and recover from a horrid day.

I want to tell him he's loved, have him tell me the same.

I want to protect him, always.

Thinking about Vax'ildan...

Always thinking about him.

[spacecowboy-01]

The paladins of Voltron are attending a gala in honor of Princess Allura’s sacrifice and as celebration of the defeat of Prince Lotor and the Galran Empire.

Keith notices that Lance is seeming more distant than usual, and has wandered off since the festivities had begun. Keith motions to Shiro, and begins to follow Lance.

“Lance!”

Keith runs after Lance through the courtyard, passing flowerbeds arranged in a circle, with a rustic yet modern fountain in the center, flashing the paladins’ colors in order: purple, red, blue, yellow, green, orange, and then pink.

Lance catches a small hint of what seemed to be Keith’s voice behind him. The blue paladin, in his navy blazer, slacks and black tie, with his short, fluffy brown hair brushed neatly, turns around and slightly widens his soft brown, slightly reddened eyes when he notices Keith standing there, across the courtyard. “Keith? Is that you?” His voice betrays a hint of break as he calls out to his friend.

The red paladin and leader of Voltron, with his long, black, thick mullet pulled neatly into a braid, in his deep maroon slacks and blazer, black tie and deep purple eyes gazes back at Lance with a solemn silent understanding.

“Lance…” Keith begins to approach him, while trying to fight the urge to look him up and down, turning slightly red at the thought. “Look.” He stops a couple feet in front of him.

“I understand how you’re feeling, I..” He stops a moment as flashbacks of the catastrophic fire his father died in played through his head. He is brought back to reality when he looks back up at Lance, the one who he grew to appreciate and be most fond of during their time together. “I know how it feels to lose someone- someone you love. And I know it’s difficult. I do. I-“

He snaps his head to the side, pinching the bridge of his nose then waving his hand away as he continues: “I’m not good with words. Or people. Or emotions. Not like you are. But, I just- I didn’t want you to feel like you’re alone. Cause you’re not, and that would be stupid.”

Lance looks down at Keith in slight surprise, and scoffs at Keith’s last remark. He then shakes his head and puts his hand on Keith’s shoulder and says: “I know. Shiro had.. told me about what happened, the um, the first time we were all together on the Castleship on the anniversary of..” he stops a moment as he sees Keith look back up at him, his purple eyes seeming to gleam against the glow of the now purple water fountain behind them. “Yeah. I get it.” He finishes.

“Heh, yeah..” Keith adds. “Anyway, I just wanted to tell you again that I get it. I know losing.. Allura, is very hard on you. I know you truly loved her. But, I just- I’m here for you, man. And- you’re not alone.”

Lance slightly raises his brow and chuckles at the remark, then removes his hand from Keith’s shoulder and brushes through his hair. Keith turns slightly red while watching Lance’s hair, oh his perfect, fluffy hair.. tussle up and reveal the curls hiding underneath his hand.

Lance sighs and adds, his tone more serious and quiet, “But in all seriousness, thank you. This, I’ve- I’ve tried to be strong for the team and not show that I’m crumbling but, it’s gotten kinda hard lately..” he takes a second to wipe away a stray tear that fell from his right eye. He lets out a heavy sigh, and continues, “It feels kinda- kinda relieving to know I have a friend in this. Thanks, mullet.”

Keith scoffs and rolls his eyes at the nickname, but then gently replies “No sweat… Tailor.”

To that, Lance finally smiles and lets out a laugh. Keith blushes a bit while observing the Blue Paladin finally reveal a pure, happy smile- one that hadn’t been shown in weeks. Keith then sighs, and suggests, “Why not we head back inside? We’re missing out on all the fun, and plus- Shiro’s probably on the hunt for us. You know how he is, with his space-dad like feeling.” Lance laughs. “Yeah, he is kinda like our collective space-dad, isn’t he? Yeah, let’s head back. It’ll be good to see the others again, instead of being out here.”

The pair head back inside, and are graciously greeted by Shiro, Pidge, and Hunk. Pidge and Hunk secretly exchange glances as they see Lance put an arm around Keith’s shoulder and laugh, smiling for the first time in what felt like forever.

[autisticlancemcclain]

Pidge dreams of a swamp. She wakes up hot and sweaty and miserable. She’s sticky, all over, and especially below the waist. The air smells of iron.

“Oh, fuck,” she mutters, and bursts into tears.

She knew this was coming. She’s fifteen — beyond a late bloomer, really — but some part of her hoped she would hold off on it. Forever, maybe.

Or at least until she’s with her mama again.

She drags herself upright, gagging at the feeling of wet sheets smearing on her bare legs. The smell of blood is almost overwhelming (Lance not moving behind them blasted already barely woke up blood everywhere whole room smells nothing she can do Hunk knocked out covering her six information is vital they can’t pull back nothing she can do Keith scratched to hell lightyears away Red yelling nothing she can do Allura dragged away by the Galra they’re hurting her on the way own splitting the skin nothing she can do her team her friends her family broken and hurting nothing she can do never anything she can do). She shoves her face into her knees, trying to muffle her cries, but they burst out of her, rough and raw and scared and mourning. She chokes on her own sobs, wailing, everything hitting her at once.

Panic that is not her own pushes at the back of her mind, head butting her brain.

Cub, the Green Lion says, distressed. Breathe, cub. Please.

“I want my mom,” Pidge wails. “She’s supposed to be here. She’s supposed to be here!”

I know you do. The Green Lion’s tone is gentler, this time. Less prodding, more…resigned, almost. Pained. I know, Kathleen.

Pidge’s Lion tries to placate her, flooding her brain with comfort and love, but Pidge can feel herself getting hysterical, feel her breathing getting short.

“I wanna go home, I wanna go home, I wanna go home —”

“Pidge?”

The door creaks loudly, making Pidge flinch, and faint light shines into the room. The smell of juniberries pierces through the pungent smell of blood. A soft hand rests on the back of her tangled hair, brushing through the knots.

“Oh, Katie,” Allura sighs. She slides her hand down to Pidge’s shoulder and pulls her close, squeezing her gently. Pidge goes willingly — Allura isn’t her mother, and she’s nothing like her mother, but Allura is sweet and kind and knows everything, and Pidge needs that right now.

“Just take some time, asteraki. We’ll figure it out soon.”

Pidge leans into it. Her lower stomach aches, constantly, and her eyes sting. She still feels sticky and gross. She needs to comfort. She cries until she doesn’t think she can anymore.

“Okay,” Allura says gently, God knows how long later. “Come on up, okay? Let’s go to the washroom. I’ll draw a bath.”

Pidge drags herself out of the bed, stumbling after her. Allura tests the water three times, making sure it’s perfect, and dumps in way too many bubbles. She helps Pidge out of her ruined bottoms, guiding her into the bath. She carefully rubs shampoo into Pidge’s hair, rubbing out the pain in her roots, combing out the tangles.

She says nothing for hours, just quietly helping Pidge put herself back together. She drains the bath when it goes lukewarm, laying out fresh clothes. She strips the sheets, tossing them in a random hamper, and turns over clean ones, guiding Pidge into them.

“Move over,” she says, when Pidge settles into the middle. She glances at Allura in mild surprise, too tired to summon up something more verbal, but complies. To her further surprise Allura scoots in after her, half-reclining against the headboard. She gently tugs Pidge towards her until she gets the hint, leaning against Allura’s chest, gripping her shirt. Allura’s hands slide into her hair again, twisting the wet curls.

“My mom prepared me for my period,” Pidge says quietly.

Allura hums, gesturing for Pidge to continue.

“She told me what supplies to use, what to expect. Very scientific, my mom. But it was just — I don’t know. I wanted her to be there. I wanted to talk to her about it, when it happened.”

“My experience was similar,” Allura says quietly. “I had a — list of letters, from my mother. She knew she was ill, that she wasn’t going to be there for long, so she wrote a series of letters for me for various milestones. I had one for my first period, but it wasn’t…the same.”

Pidge squeezes her hand.

“This no mom shit sucks.”

Allura snorts. “It does.”

Allura keeps her hands clutched with Pidge’s. She holds her tightly, and Pidge doesn’t feel good, but she feels — better.

Big sisters make everythint better, Pidge is learning.

[klanced]

dog au

this is less about designating them as a specific dog breed and more about the Vibes

keith: he’d be one of those dogs that are bred to have a specific job but he’s unemployed (read: house dog) so he just constantly destroys the house and eats the walls. neurotic as fuckkkkkkk. he would calm down if you gave him a sheep or something

allura: one of those dogs that looks like a horse like a greyhound or an afghan hound. if allura was a dog she’d have a long skinny snout and huge soulful eyes that make her look like a prey animal. neurotic as FUCK but she doesn’t eat the walls like keith instead she just micromanages the shit out of her daily walks

shiro: obviously you could type-cast him as one of the Quintessential Japanese Dog Breeds but that’s such low-hanging fruit imo. i do think shiro is one of those dogs that was bred to thrive in subzero temperatures but now he’s forced to live in like san francisco so he constantly suffers from heat exhaustion. he’s still missing one of his front legs in this au idk maybe zarkon hit him with his car or something.

hunk: born to be a teacup dog forced to be Huge. if you compare him in the tags to a golden retriever i will stone you. if hunk was a dog i think he’d be one of those dogs that have beautiful bangs and luscious facial hair like a portuguese water dog. i actually think hunk would have less anxiety if he was a dog

lance: honestly idk what kind of dog lance would be all i can say definitively is that: 1) he’d be one of those dogs with a weird shaped head, and 2) he’d be one of those dogs that were bred to Hunt and Chase. so looooong legs. i also think he would have very short + thin + smooth fur and he wants to be a lap dog so, so, so bad but he unfortunately weighs like 50+ pounds

pidge: i think pidge would be one of those mean as fuck small dogs. like she’s an angel to her family but a total terror at the dog park to the point that you have to walk her at weird hours so there are less dogs around for her to bully. i know pidge is comically short in canon but as a dog i think she’d be a small to medium sized breed. i also think pidge would be some kind of spaniel or one of those dogs that have alarmingly human-like eyes

coran: ok i know i said this wouldn’t be a specific list but coran is CLEARLY some kind of terrier and he is specifically one of those breeds that has glorious muttonchops like an airedale terrier or a scottish terrier. if coran was a dog he’d be the purest kind of purebred with a carefully registered bloodline going back hundreds of generations in scotland

[sevenhoursofblue]

my modern! allura design! finally finished up the short hair piece, in the second, shes in a muscle tee and fiddling w hand wraps, most likely from training or sparring,,, then a full body design of the first outfit and a “formal” outfit. im probably going to keep working on it.

reblogs appreciated! <3

happy pride btw!

[thats-rough-buddy04]

Season 2- Voltron Rewatch

I absolutely binged this season in two days, I feel like I’m injecting this show into my veins. I was sewing though, I was being productive while I watched it.

Anyway this season was a lot better than season 1, there still is the pacing problem which I feel will continue cause just how short the seasons are. 7 eps I saw is one season…Again bring back 20 eps seasons!!!! This season was such a Keith and Shiro season which is fine because I like them alot. They both get more fleshed out more and feel like a well rounded character. Allura as well gets some character growth which I’ll get into in a second. From the first episode I already liked the season more. We see Keith and Shiro actually act like siblings in the way they interact with each other which in contrast in the first season we got a hug in the first ep and that’s that. It’s nice to actually show that they have a closer relationship with each other than anyone else in the group. Like in the last ep everyone is running to the hanger to see if Shiro is ok and Keith is the one running the fastest looking the most concerned. It’s little stuff like that actually makes me go yeah their brothers.

Space Mall and The Blade Marmora were my favorites this season. Space Mall being a more chill romp where there was not a life threatening event happening. I though the B and C plot where also fun. Shiro connecting with the Black Lion and Allura doing silly stuff with the mice.

I also really like this one random characters design, like it’s such a cute design. The Blade of Marmora was the Keith ep, him learning who he truly is. He’s willing to put his life on the line to know the secrets the Blade was withholding. Keith and Shiro are my favorite to watch fight so an ep where Keith is fighting for the most of it is an A+

They do this thing towards the end of the season where they recap the last two seasons. They act as if it’s been a longtime and as a viewer I felt not a lot of time past because of how quick the show is. Shiro is like yeah we won’t need Voltron anymore and it’s kinda stupid because from what I’ve seen they haven’t been doing the whole the saving the universe thing very long. I

The last ep was just fighting and that’s fine, I’m watching show about a giant mech I wanna watch them fight in that mech. So when Zarkon uses a mech as well, it was great because again I’m a sucker for mech fights. Also the animation really popped off during the fight. I was devastated when Thace died cause I don’t know why but I really liked him for like his zero screentime.

Characters

Shiro: Again like I said, he feels more fleshed out this season. I enjoy seeing him not being like just the serious leader, but also caring and brotherly. Not just with Keith but we him be a brother like figure to Pidge. He also loses cool with Slav, snapping at him. It’s funny and again just shows more of him. One thing I didn’t say about him in the first season is I don’t get Shiro’s hair. Like why is there just a tuff of long hair and then the rest is super short. I might be missing something but I just don’t get it.

Hunk: Not a lot changes with his character this season, he becomes more of a comedic relief character which in my opinion isn’t bad. Like he isn’t hilarious with some of the stuff he says but it’s not unbearable and most of the one liners are quickly moved on from. I like in Space Mall, we see him take charge of the kitchen. I like that his thing is that he like to cook, it’s cute.

Pidge: Her character again feels the same, she gets her moments to shine and forms a deeper connection with her lion. Her whole thing is she is a tech nerd but it’s done not in an annoying way where she has an ego or anything. With Pidge we are still following her as she tries to find her brother, I’m excited to rewatch it as it unfolds.

Coran: he’s still silly and goofy. I do really like we get to see him be more of a fatherly figure to Allura, which I love those types of dynamics between characters

Allura: I love her! She gets an arc this season that I thought was done well. When Keith gets revealed to be Galra, she of course struggles with that because Galra Empire took everything from her. The way it’s done is that unlike other shows where someone might be like oh you should apologize or talk to him, she just does it on her own. She realizes that she was wrong to judge Keith or think less of him because of who he is and she voices that to him, giving him an explanation on why she acted the way she did but still apologizes. Keith and her hug which was super cute and it reminded me how little I see platonic displays of affection between women and men in media. I love her interactions with the mice, it’s super adorable. She kicks massive ass in the last episode and that was hype, we stan a woman who is can be prim and proper and then kick ass. Gee I hope nothing bad happens to her

Keith: This was his season!!! We got more to his character, instead of just broody guy who can fight, we get someone who is struggling to figure out who they are and finding a place to belong. The reason why I liked this change so much is because it’s an easy thing to relate to and so as the viewer you want him to figure out the piece of himself he missing. Him figuring out he is Galra unlocks the next part of his character arc which he even says which is finding out more about his family. Keith is still reckless and acts about the same as season one but seeing his vulnerability makes him feel like a well rounded character. Seeing his dad was interesting and it showed how important his dad is to him. I was shocked by the southern accent I will say. Like I knew he was from Texas but I did not remember Keith’s dad with a southern accents. They should have given Keith one tbh. I learned that he is not canonically Korean but Keith is canonically Asian just not specified. In my eyes he’ll always be Korean though. Like everyone has a canon ethnicity while his is literally half human half Galra. I just don’t get it.

Lance: I’m waiting….I’m waiting for something to happen with him like he had stayed the exact same from ep 1 of s1 except for in Escape from Beta Traz we see a glimpse of some insecurity. He questions his place in Voltron, he feels he isn’t on par with everyone else. Unless I missed something this is the only time we see him not being well..him since the last when he talks about missing home. His insecurity isn’t even a main focus of the episode it’s so small that it’s “solved” also within the ep. Lance makes a good shot then Shiro praises him. I’m not saying he isn’t still insecure, Lance is insecure I feel would not be a big of a tag on ao3 if this one a one episode sort of thing. But from just watching the episode appears like oop my problems are solved. I’m sure we’ll get plenty of Lance insecurity in the upcoming seasons, or at least I hope. He is funnier this season thankfully, I actually laughed a few times. I wanna make it apparent Lance has been one of my all time favorite characters for years. I just don’t remember much of the show, my perception of him for the last couple years has been all fanon content.

Klance: Very little Klance action this season. Keith and Lance barely interacted except for when they got stuck in elevator. Which was fun, I like their interactions but it was very sparse this season. Everyone was paired up for missions and they never were together. I’m curious what started the craze of them because there is not a whole lot to go off of in the first two seasons. I watched the show as it was coming out but I was pretty young so I didnt have social media till basically the show was ending. So I don’t really know how this ship got so popular so quick, I know some stuff but I don’t know if that all there is to it.

I’m scared to continue only because I know what lies ahead.

[nekomortiz]

I caved and made a Voltron OC. She has like… the most lore/story of any oc ive made this far… 2016 me would be happy.

ANYWAY here’s Kat!

Quick Bio:

- Katarina “Kat” Moreau

- 19 (Season 1) , 20 (Season 6)

- French American (Human)

- Mechanic at the Galaxy Garrison

- Lance is her childhood best friend

When Kat was 10, her and her mother were in a car accident. Kat lost her mom, and her right leg has permanent nerve damage causing her random bouts of pain making her either limp or unable to walk. Since she is short thou, its very easy to carry her around.

She has a Dad and Two older brothers who are all very well known Mechanics in the mechanical field in the Garrison. They were happy when Kat said she wanted to join “The family business” as they call it.

During episode 1, she ran into Lance and Hunk while she was coming back from the kitchen for a late night snack and decided to join them. Since she isn’t a paladin, she uses her Mechanic knowledge to help Allura and Coran fixing things around the castle. Althou, it’s very odd that she can actually hear the lions talking instead of how they normally communicate to the others. Althou it is funny watching her talk to the lions and it basically looks like she’s having a one sided conversation with herself.

During season 3, she was examining a small space gem that the paladins found on one of their missions, trying to figure out what it can do and examining what seems like cosmic energy. Due to a sudden attack on the castle, she ended up accidentally impailing her arm on the gem. But instead of it harming her, it absorbed itself into her body, rewriting her dna and basically turning her into a walking mood ring. Shes still trying to figure her new ‘power’ out and unlocking more of what she’s capeable of.

Later in the series, that weird space gem turned out to be a piece of the same comet the lions were made from.

Her eyes and hair end up exposing her emotions, so she can’t keep them hidden even with keeping a poker face.

The colors & moods are:

- Normal/relaxed: White

- Angry: Red

- Sad: Blue

- Yellow: Joy

- Green: Suprise

- Black: Pure Rage

- Pink: Embarassment/Love

[findingcrow]

Some Voltron Headcabons for the soul (but it’ll probably be a lot of Pidge) (I will do more of these if ppl like it)

- Pidge roller-skates around the castle. When the others need a tool or something, all they’ll see is Pidge zooming by (and possibly hear a thud if they hit the wall)

- Hunk is basically Gordon Ramsey in the kitchen and he definitely watches Hell’s Kitchen and The Great British Bake Off

- When the group goes anywhere, Shiro holds their stuff like a grandma carrying her kids jackets

- Lance can only run for like 15 seconds before getting out of breath (Pidge and Hunk make fun of him for this)

- Keith will randomly hate something. Anything. Especially if everyone else likes it. He would despise Stranger Things and Melanie Martinez, not because anything is wrong with those things, but because they’re popular.

- Keith gatekeeps (Everyone tries to explain to him what gatekeeping is but he never understands.)

- Pidge sleeps once a week at most and runs purely on energy drinks and steals everyone else’s coffee (considering he’s almost always awake, she’s the best option when people can’t sleep so the rest of them often come to them to hang out)

- Keith, Hunk, Lance, and Pidge all have sleepovers and play Killbot Phantasm 1

- After each battle, Hunk makes a nice meal for the team :)

- Coran watches the paladins and observes them like birds to try and understand humans better (but his assumptions are usually wrong and the next day they’ll see him using a human item/phrase wrong)

- Shiro helps Pidge cut their hair because they discovered that they prefer it short rather than long

- Once Lance accidentally called Pidge “Pigeon” and no one has let either of them live it down

- Following that, Lance stumbles over his words like every other sentence

- Keith loves coconut. Idk he just seems like a coconut guy

- Hunk has snacks in his lion all the time and the paladins will sometimes yell out to him when they’re all traveling for some. He’ll throw it into space and they all race to grab the snack first. Once someone has the snack, he gets out more and makes sure everyone gets some

- Pidge has dirt on EVERYONE. Pidge sees all and hears all and has almost a black market on information between the paladins (Lance and Keith often buy information off of her about each other for the low price of their coffee for the day) (this is often used when birthdays are coming up and it helps Pidge make sure no one gets the same thing) (only problem is that the paladins have a REALLY hard time figuring out what to give him)

- Allura watches My Little Pony and cries at the end of each episode

[kidge-planet]

pidge headcanon!

It was Pidge's birthday and I didn't do nothing... SO I GUESS I CAN WRITE A FEW PIDGE HC!

The Paladins often witnessed arguments among the Holts, especially between Pidge and Matt or Pidge and Colleen. For example, during lunch together, Matt joined them. He teased Pidge by calling her "his little baby tiny sister" and treated her like a baby in front of her friends. Needless to say, he got punched right in the guts. And as she punched him, her parents passed by and screamed in harmony, "KATIE!" In response, she simply raised her shoulder and said, "What? I was simply giving CPR to that old man..."

The Paladins have a group chat, and Pidge frequently sends random pictures and messages because she finds it amusing. It could be a picture of her forehead or something silly like her and Bae Bae covered in mud. Sometimes, she also sends pictures of Matt sleeping, or once, she sent a picture of Matt and her with glittery face masks on (she forced him to do it).

She loves peanut butter so much that as a kid, she used to take the peanut butter pot in her room and to hide it to eat it ENTIRELY at night.

Her biggest fear is her mother... (ironically)

One time, she wanted to make fly a small plane that she had built... She went on the roof to do it. The plane did fly and so did she. (She fell down the roof and lended in a huge bush full of flowers that she was allergic to not a huge allergie, just irritated her skin... Ho! And she broke her arm.) Colleen laughed ( when they were at the hospital and the doctors told her that she was fine!)

Also once, shut down the whole city's wifi... Lance remembers that day very well! (Even tho he didn't know Pidge by the time) he was watching the last episode of his show and suddenly, NO WIFI. If he today learned that it was her fault, he would probably act very dramatically in front of her like: "HOW COULD YOU?!!?" *Falls on the ground dramatically*.

Pidge was always doing risky stuffs and she was always taking Matt with her... They were always getting grounded.

SHE ONCE HAD A BUZZ CUT. BECAUSE SHE PUT GLUE IN HER HAIR. IMPOSSIBLE TO TAKE IT OUT... (She was 4)

Pidge got Baebae for her birthday... They were ALWAYS together... Sleeping together, eating together, BREATHING TOGETHER... Baebae is her best friend.

Well, pet best friend... Before Voltron, Pidge didn't have a lot of friends... I would say she had friends but probably 2 or something... I headcanon that she knew a girl and some times, they would sit and gossip a bit... This is the actual only female friend she had before Allura and they we're doing many stuffs together but then she moved to another country, somewhere.... And then there was a guy... A tall guy and he is probably the gayest man alive🤔 they know each other since kindergarten and their parents are good friends... These are some OCs I have, im maybe going to draw them.

Pidge used to have a crush on a guy guy from the high school's football team... She never told him but it was a quick crush... (She was 11... he was 17.)

She also used to have a crush on Shiro when she was 13... Shiro knew but never told her... (Matt told Shiro lmao).

Pidge loves animals and animals love her. (Her friends call her a Disney princess.........)

Pidge used to enjoy having long nails, that was before war! She now always cut them.

Pidge doesn't have a voluminous breast, but she binds (she started when she had to prentend to be a guy and felt more confortable with her binder and then stopped after the war.)

same as the nails, Pidge loved her long hair! you can see it in episode 5 season 1: when she hcut heer hair, she hesitate and doesn't seem to actually want it... later, she liked her short haircut, but she would always prefer and miss her short hair...

At home, Colleen speaks Italian ( in the Atlas too, which was confusing to the paladins)

tell me if you'd like more of these!!!

[shatterinseconds]

Garrison

Klance AU month ‘23 day 3

“I can’t believe we’re back here,” Lance comments as he and Keith stroll the halls of the Garrison.

Not much has changed in the years since they’ve been gone. The paint is still a cold white, the floor gray. Teachers’ names on the doors might be the only difference in the building but even then, Lance catches sight of a few familiar ones—some he remembers hating with a passion and others who tolerated his boisterous energy.

He and Keith are only back here now because they’re getting married in a few days, and while most of the wedding preparations have been completed ahead of schedule thanks to the combined efforts of his mother, Allura, and Hunk, they decided to take a trip down memory lane. Tomorrow, when they have more daylight, they’ll journey to Keith’s desert shack to see what’s happened to it, if anything is salvageable. Keith is hoping to repair it enough to try to sell it since he won’t be needing it anymore. Lance tried to persuade him to keep it, if he really wants to; they don’t need the money right now. But Keith had been adamant, admitting he wanted to have some money set aside for when they would need a permanent residence on Earth when they’re done with their space adventures. Lance may have cried a little at that.

Keith slips his arm around Lance’s waist when they turn another corner. They have one destination in mind right now and are currently trying to remember where the access to the roof is. “Yeah, it’s crazy to think I always had a crush on you,” Keith says lightly, almost chuckling to himself.

Lance stops short. Caught off guard, Keith stumbles back. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” Keith says, mock glaring, and not daring to repeat what he said again. Which is okay because Lance definitely heard it; how could he not?

Still, Lance’s brows furrow while he tries to pick at Keith’s words. “You didn’t even know who I was when we met again while rescuing Shiro. Sorry for not believing you.”

“I knew who you were…” Keith says, trailing off. His gaze drifts off of Lance while mumbling, “I just didn’t know your real name.” He starts to walk away from Lance, as if avoiding the conversation they have to have now, but Lance catches the sudden determined look on Keith’s face. He must have finally remembered something. 

“What!?” Lance exclaims, utterly flabbergasted. He chases after Keith. “I never went by any nickname or anything. Well there was the self proclaimed—”

“Taylor. I thought your name was Taylor,” Keith admits, cutting him off. Well, that is… unexpected. Lance almost laughs, cheeks already hurting at how much he smiles. 

They’ve stopped at a large metal door towards the end of the last hall, a thin window showing the existence of a ladder inside. They’ve found the place. Exclaiming a quick ‘aha!’ under his breath, Keith manages to bypass the control panel lock to the door leading to the roof. The sign on the door says officers only; Lance never took heed of the sign when he was younger and he definitely won’t now.

Lance smirks, humming happily. “Good to know that title really did get around even if it was misinterpreted.” He starts to climb up the ladder after Keith, practically staring at Keith’s butt the entire time. It’s not like he has anywhere else to look. “But I’m a little insulted. I don’t look like a Taylor.” 

Keith rolls his eyes. He grabs onto Lance’s hand as he climbs up the last few rungs and steps onto the flat roof. “How will I ever make it up to you?”

This high up, the desert wind starts to whip around them. Lance cards a hand through his hair to push it off his forehead for a moment. A bit of darkness has already started to descend upon them, the night sky peeking through as the oranges and pinks fade away. How he’s missed this. Of all the planets he’s traveled to and all the sunsets he’s witnessed, Earth’s have remained the most beautiful. He arches his head back to breathe it all in before he turns to Keith with another sharp grin, eyes sparkling. 

“I just have to figure out a way to slip that anecdote into Shiro’s best man speech and we’ll be all set.” With his hand still holding Keith’s, he thumbs the engagement ring on Keith’s finger; a matching one rests on Lance’s own. They had proposed to each other at the same time—well, Lance was technically first—only a few months ago but neither of them wanted a long engagement.

“Wonderful,” Keith says dryly. “But I’m pretty sure half of our guests won’t understand it.”

Lance waves off his concerns and guides Keith down to sit with him on the rather uncomfortable roof. Leaning into Keith, he says, “Pidge and Hunk will love it. So don’t worry, it won’t go to waste.”

Keith presses his nose into Lance’s cheek. With the wind, Keith’s hair tickles his face when it blows around them. “I’m so glad,” he mutters into Lance’s skin. Lance turns until he captures Keith’s mouth with his own as his hand moves to cup Keith’s face.

And they watch the sunset together, like they did so many years ago.