#poor allura

[mx-giraffe]

Someone: why are you crying?

Me, sobbing:

[mushed-kid]

voltron as textposts etc. 33

(featuring @gilyoungroach who also came up with the last one)

[torveiglyart]

Okay so remember my Voltron Lion Takeover post? Yeah, I lied. I brought my ipad with me and since we only had one parks day, I had a LOT of time to just chill in the hotel room, meaning drawing time. So I ended up drawing the burn marks anyways. I imagine the whole fiasco going something like this:

Lance woke up to the blue walls of the pod, blurry vision, and an ache throughout his body. He collapsed forward into Hunk’s waiting arms, knees weak. There were cries of surprise, concern, and reprimand around him, but Lance heard none of it, instead focused on the arms supporting him and the itchy feeling that was starting to spread up his arms and legs. Once he had cleared his head and vision, he gave Hunk a pointed look, hoping his best friend would get the message and shut everyone up.

“Um, guys, I think Lance would like some food and quiet before we bombard him with questions.”

The commotion died at Hunk’s announcement. Carefully, Hunk and Allura led Lance to the dining hall, setting a bowl of food goo at his place. Lance ate in silence while Hunk and Allura chatted quietly next to him, catching him up to speed on what had happened while he was in the pod. The itching had since gone away by the time Lance had finished his food. Lance was about to go change into his regular clothes from the pod suit when Allura called to him.

“Lance, before you go change, there is something you should be aware of.”

Lance paused and turned back around to Allura with a questioning look, waiting for her to continue.

“Whatever happened back there, it left some… permanent scarring. I know not how they came to be but Pidge, Coran, and I are looking into it.”

With a hesitant nod and a frown, Lance went to his room. Peeling off the pod suit, he gasped at the patterns now etched into his skin. Geometric veins and circled ends filled his arms, legs, and torso, reaching all the way to his neck and ending at his nape hairline. They were everywhere. And permanent.

Tracing the lines with his hand, Lance could feel himself tearing up. It was one thing to be mentally changed from a war away from home, but to have such a large reminder burned onto his skin? To be altered in such a big way? It stung more than any homesickness ever would. At least he hadn’t lost a limb like Shiro had. Lance doesn’t think he’d be able to handle losing an arm or leg, losing a piece of himself like that. Looking into his bathroom mirror, he breathed out in relief at finding no marks on his face. That would have been a real heartbreaker.

With a heavy sigh, Lance shrugged on his usual attire and headed back to the bridge for a full rundown of what happened, and to maybe share his side of the mission report. The others were already there awaiting his arrival. Upon seeing Lance, Pidge hopped up and ran over, tackling him in a hug then slapping his shoulder.

“You idiot! What the quiznak were you thinking? Taking on a Galra commander alone? With your broadsword? Were you trying to die?”

Lance put his hands on her shoulders, looking her in the eye. “I wasn’t trying to die, Pidge. I was trying to protect Allura. She was down and I was stuck with close-range fighting. I’m sorry I scared you all, but I won’t apologize for what I did. Which, by the way, what exactly happened? One minute I’m fighting the dual sworded guy, the next I’m waking up in a pod. And what’s up with the scars?”

There was a silence amongst the group before Allura spoke up.

“While I was down for a while, I was awake when you brought me back to the castle in Red. You… you did not look entirely yourself. You had this red and blue cast to your hair, with solid yellow eyes and fangs. It was strange. And your armor, well, you can see for yourself.”

Pidge butted in at Allura’s pause. “When I found the surveillance video, per Coran’s request, your armor was solid black with star-like dots in the coloured sections. And you were fighting strangely. Like, been a solider for 20 plus years strange. And your bayard…”

There were nervous glances passed between the crew, all avoiding Lance’s gaze. It was irritating.

“And what about my bayard?”

There was an awkward pause before Shiro broke it.

“You were switching bayard forms with a fluency none of us have ever seen, as well as using forms you’ve never had, including our forms.”

Oh, so it was way more than just some weird scarring. Lance had done the impossible, and woke up with no memory of it. Not to mention the eye thing sounded like possession. The security feed must have freaked them out quite a bit. Lance could only hope Lotor was kept out of this.

"Does Lotor know?"

Allura spoke immediately. "No. We decided to keep him out of the know for this. While we trust him not to do anything currently with the information, we do not trust that he may use it if he betrays us."

That put Lance at a little more ease. At least prince L'oréal didn't know of his sudden mastery of being a paladin. But there were still questions to be answered.

"What forms did my bayard take?"

Hunk decided to answer this time.

"You had your regular blaster, your sniper rifle, broadsword, our bayard forms like Pidge's katar and Allura's whip, and completely new forms. Dual pistols, dual smaller swords, a lance, and a shield. It was really weird, but impressive."

That was far too many bayard forms for Lance. He was the weak link, a seventh wheel, not a proficient fighter like Zarkon, who could use multiple bayard forms. So why had he? He would have to look at the footage later, as he still needed to know about the scars.

"And the burns? Any working theory on those?"

Shiro looked alarmed at Lance's words, opening his mouth to say something before Allura cut in.

"Pidge claims they are like lichtenberg scars, but their shape and flow remind me of quintessence veins, both of which should be impossible given the footage we have. You were not struck by electricity again, and you would have to have been overflowed with quintessence for those veins to appear. It is quite a concerning conundrum."

With a gasp of surprise, Pidge turned to Allura.

"What do you mean /struck by electricity again/?!"

Shiro nodded at Pidge's question. Coran looked horrified. Hunk kept looking between Allura and Lance for an explanation. Lance decided this wasn't needed right now.

"I was hit at the Omega Shield and Allura healed me. All good now. Can I see the footage? I want to see what happened for myself."

So

I went wayyyy further with that than intended and wow I really hate how nonchalant everyone was with Lance's death but ANYWAYS here you guys go. What happens when you get possessed by a lion of Voltron? You get an overdose of quintessence and trauma. Hooray!

[klanced]

happy pride everyone ❤️ can we ruminate on how vld’s treatment of shiro was genuinely one of the most homophobic things I have ever seen in recent television

[empty-blog-for-lurking]

My ideal vld fix-it is Lance and Hunk having "two birds on a wire" style blind faith vs unhealthy mistrust parallel arcs, where Lance trusts the wrong person and not himself to the point of actively ignoring the warning signs he sees vs Hunk who trusts himself but doesnt trust others to the point of going full Nancy Drew and going behind his teams back, and this causes a chasm in their friendship which would have been more focused upon in earlier seasons (and then they kiss <3)

[holysheithyall]

voltron season 1 probably

[kismetconstellations]

"Watching Season Eight of Voltron: Legendary Defender" Moodboard

[cxrsedboo]

“lance why the fuck are you buying tuna, nobody eats that”

“okay FIRST OF ALL-“

they were sent by allura to get some food for everyone and ended up arguing like a married couple in-front of the cashier and everyone else in line for 10 minutes straight (nobody complained, it was thoroughly entertaining and entertainment is something you need when ordering subway) needless to say they’re no longer allowed to buy food for anyone anymore AT LEAST without someone there to keep the peace and prevent them from embarrassing themselves like toddlers

keith teases lance about buying tuna when he ends up eating a meatball sub so who’s the loser now (jk i love him dearly), i refuse to believe he doesn’t have some wicked scar on his face like on his eye or smth because number 1, literally everyone in the universe wants to bloody kill him but also because its cool and he deserves to have some sort of scar okay- also keith with earrings just hits differently

why is lance wearing a purple earring? honestly i dont even know myself but it looks good- the bandage was intentional though, mf got it 10 minutes before they were sent to get food after trying to impress the cadets with his awful skateboarding skills (he made a fool out of himself but at least he made everyone laugh, win win ordeal iykwim)

the shading is god awful on this but i still love it because of the stupid subway background that i found on google not even 2 minutes of searching, ty toast for helping me w the background i wouldve stared at pinterest for 30 minutes questioning my existence without your guidance

[motokeith]

actually I will never complain about being a klancer at the end of v.tron because imagine the ending from an al/urancer’s perspective

[intersectionalityamazon]

Allura Vysoren: emotional support wizard

[youngjaesass]

sometimes i wish i never ended up watching voltron just because of the ending

[rorimoon9597]

I'm trying to watch 'The Last Stand Pt 2' BUT I CANT CAUSE ADAM

I AM GONNA CRY IF I WATCH THAT PART

[one-thousand-and-one-fandoms]

Voltron Ghost Whisperer AU - Part 8

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Lance ran until his lungs and legs burned and then some. He lost track of the streets around him as he aimed for the only place where he could calm down. He kept picturing him, the day of the fire, and exactly as the lady described. Lance knew for a fact that they didn't have any pictures taken that day. What she described simply wasn't possible.

He reached the park he always went to when he needed to be alone to think or to sulk, and he found the tree he always climbed and he made good work of climbing to one of the higher branches. Only then, when he could see the sky extending for miles and miles and the houses seemed small and far away did his breathing began to calm down. As it did, his eyes watered and he choked on a sob.

"Lance?!" Hunk called him from below. Lance could see him trying to climb the tree, but failing. Any other time it would have been funny to watch, but now it was mortifying that they saw him freak out and that he inadvertly showed them his secret place.

"Lance, can you come down, please?" Hunk asked, and Lance knew he was worried. But Lance couldn't come down. Not really. Not when the ground felt so suffocating.

"Where is he, Hunk?" Pidge asked as she finally caught up to them. Hunk merely pointed a finger upwards and Pidge looked up. She raised an eyebrow before she tossed her bag next to his and began to climb, as well.

"Guys, c'mon, that's not fair!" Hunk complained and made one more attempt to climb the tree. Meanwhile, like a monkey, Pidge climbed with easy and soon reached the branch next to his.

"Didn't know you could climb," she mentioned offhandedly.

"You didn't ask," he countered softly.

"It looks like you have practice. Imagine the pranks we could-"

"No!" He exclaimed, and Pidge startled, so he backtracked because he didn't want her to fall off the branch, "I'm sorry, but no. That was... that was our thing, y'know? It's just our thing."

"Y'know Hunk and I have never pried about what happened before you came here, but we've gotten clues here and there," Pidge said cautiously, "we know you had a best friend you don't talk about anymore, and we know that the fire in the next town over was in your school."

"It's not like I didn't want to tell you guys. It's just... I don't talk about it... I can't."

"We know, and that's why we never asked."

Lance was quiet for a long time. It wasn't fair that he got two great friends who have been supporting him all these years, and protecting him, and he wasn't honest with them. It also wasn't fair to him that Lance kept his memory hidden from the world and there was no one else who could remember the little boy with fire in his eyes and an attitude problem. So he forced the words to come out of his mouth even if it felt like they were scratching his throat on the way.

"I miss him everyday," Lance he said, voice raspy and low, his chest constricting in pain, "I always wonder if he would have liked you, if he would be part of our group, if he would have played for the football team or maybe gone to piano lessons."

"Is he..." Pidge began but hesitated.

"He's dead... and it was my fault."

"Lance, you can't blame yourself for the fire," Pidge countered immediately, "everyone knows it was caused by improperly storing chemicals in the lab."

Lance shook his head. He had accepted his guilt a long time ago and didn't need Pidge to sugarcoat things for him.

"I didn't start the fire, but I convinced him to skip class with me. If we hadn't, then we would have been evacuated with the rest of our class, but we weren't there and he..." Lance's sob this time escaped in full force with more than a few tears.

"Oh, Lance," Pidge said and put a hand on his knee, "it wasn't your fault. You were just kids and you couldn't have known."

"Pidge's right," Hunk said, panting, hugging a branch just a few feet underneath them for dear life but his face looked determined, "you couldn't have known. I'm sure he wouldn't want you to blame yourself."

Wouldn't he? All these years, and Lance thought he must, for sure, hate Lance for what happened. Lance still thought he should. But now, if what the lady said was correct, he had a way to find out.

The thought made his gut clench unfomfortably and caused his heart to race. What would Lance do if K-he hated him? What would Lancd do if he didn't? Lance didn't think he deserved forgiveness, but regardless of what he thought, now he felt that he had to find out if what this lady said was true: if K-he was truly coming around his old house every day at dusk the way he used to with his pa, if he had truly been waiting all along for someone, anyone, to come find him and if he really wanted to see Lance.

There was only way to find out.

Lance climbed down the tree, followed by Hunk and Pidge. Hunk looked ready to kiss the ground.

"So, what does that lady say that made you so upset?" Pidge asked. Hunk sobered up immediately.

"Her unwanted guest? Well, according to her, that's K-" Lance took a deep breath to dislodge the tennis ball that seemed to have appeared in his throat and gulped loudly, "Keith."

Pidge's features contorted in anger, "I smell a scam."

"I don't."

"Well, you should."

"Wait, Lance, are you saying you believe her?" Hunk asked.

"I do."

"But why?" Hunk asked.

"Because she told me things only I know," Lance answered, "things that the only other person to know would be K-Keith."

"Like what?"

"Like what K-Keith was wearing the day of the fire."

"Pictures," Pidge was quick to argue.

"There were none taken that day, and none in the papers," Lance countered, "I read them all."

"What else?" Hunk asked.

"Every day around dusk K-Keith and his pa would come over for dinner at ours. That isn't something you can find in research," Lance replied.

Pidge huffed in exasperation, and exclaimed, "Fine! But we aren't letting you go on your own."

"Right," Hunk agreed, albeit a bit confused, "where are we going, again?"

"We're going to my old house," Lance answered, "I just... I have to know."

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[njararna]

i used to defend s3 like nobody's business back when it dropped re: keith and the lion swap but having just rewatched it now omg this is dogwater bro

[diabeticgirl4]

I normally don't say this about characters I love but I rly hope matt gives cassandra a love interest before the end of the campaign

[empty-blog-for-lurking]

Ideal Shiro, Kuron, Sven dynamic (specifically post s8)-

Note- this is not Kuron hate post btw. I just think he should be allowed to punch Shiro atleast once