#vld swap au

[angstandhappiness]

NICE

I just really had the urge to do screencaps edits for my swap au this was a tons of fun to do.

Part 2

[k1ance-a-lot]

[aroaceleovaldez]

related to my prev post, i absolutely LOVE talking about fandom history, particularly riordanverse fandom history, and i've been actively around the tumblr part of the fandom for the better part of at least a decade now, so feel free to ask me about riordanverse fandom history or similar stuff like that!

[elise-the-potato]

Klance personality swap au wip I'll prolly never finish

Bonus :

[angstandhappiness]

Nice

For the swap au are the ages of the characters changed to what role they're now in or have you kept it all the same?

All I remember about canon ages is that Shiro is the oldest from all human paladins and Pidge is the youngest. Allura is technically 10.000+ years old, but still considered as teenager. I’d like to save their original ages, except for Keith. He’s a little older, because I  think his original age doesn’t fit the fact he was sent to Kerberos as a pilot.

[seypia]

"of course not your grace, it's just that i'd hate to see you forced to mingle with all those commoners"

[kazperthegh0st]

Im not usually a fan of crossovers, but im curious… if leo Valdez and lance mcclain jokingly swapped places one day… would anything actually change?

Leo: im curious what the galaxy garrison is like.

Lance: i want to know what this wilderness school thing is.

Then, leo finds the lion. Lance pretends to be a demigod, and it works?

Hunk and Pidge know but they find it funny. Piper of course knows.

Keith barely remembers Lance anyways so hes just like: latino. Check. Annoying. Check. And calls it a day.

The gods know of course. But 1: they dont have any control of space, and 2: Hera needs a person to build and fly the argo 2 so she makes Hephaestus claim lance as his kid.

Hazel figures it out because no way can that person be related to sammy. Then lance swears her to secrecy.

Nico is told not to ever get a mullet. (Bonus, nico doesn’t even know what that is)

[graphx]

Role swap with Human!Allura AU because her and Keith have so many parallels i don't even know where to start

that was a lie; what character had long hair, daddy issues due to a HALLUCINATION, used violence as their first instinct to trauma, and almost/did die?

(Your all wrong all of that also describes Pidge btw)

If I had a nickel for everytime one of the main protagonists had hallucinations of their father used against them to manipulate their emotions I would have THREE nickels which isn't that much BUT IT MEANS THESE CHARACTERS DESERVE A BREAK HOLY SHIT

[angstandhappiness]

Neat

👉 Total role/body/soul/whatever swap AU! by @iacediai  

Coran, Coran the gorgeous man as a Rebel. OMG, I really fell in love with this awesome AU that I was in need to make this edit. Guys, Acedia is really awesome and I love her art! I wish I could draw like her someday 😀 💙

I hope you like it and don’t forget to give your love to @iacediai too! Love ya guys!

[imhereformysciencefriends]

Day 6: Galra Allura

Tags: @loturaweek2024 Species swap, alien culture, Galran Empire, helping someone you dislike and hating it the whole time, deep seated propaganda/brainwashing, touch starvation

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Prince Lotor was an embarrassment to the Galra name and species. Everyone knew that. To even touch him was to risk being polluted by the filth that tainted his bloodline and made him soft, pathetic, vulnerable. To associate with him? Was to practically volunteer to join him at the bottom of the pecking order. He was alive only because he had half-inherited his father’s martial prowess (and how powerful was the mighty Emperor Zarkon, that even half his strength should best any Galra that challenged Lotor!) and because Galran custom forbade even Zarkon from ridding the universe of his own child.

Allura knew that.

Allura was a good, dutiful, honorable, hardworking Galra. She was proud, as all Galra were proud, she was fearsome, as all Galra were fearsome. She was cutthroat and coldhearted—and maybe that was a lie.

The smell of blood was not foreign to her. She’d spilled plenty of it, herself. His shouldn’t move her. It was good, she justified to herself, that she concerned herself with the wounds and wellbeings of other Galra, for Galra were all as one, united under their glorious emperor, and to uphold and uplift the Galra around her was to uphold the empire as a whole, she self-rationalized. But Lotor was only half Galra, his blood tainted with Altean genetics, she shouldn’t care if he bled, if he ached, if he hurt, if he gasped as he rolled himself onto his knees and hand, the other wrist too damaged to put his weight on.

Really, she would be doing him a favor just for walking by. If she just strode past him and the unconscious bodies strewn around him, hell, she should be concerned about them, not the one left standing (or, well, kneeling. Getting there).

…Maybe, since he was half Galra, it would be alright if she half-cared?

She didn’t ask or offer, simply walked up to him, got his good arm slung over her shoulders, and lifted. He growled at her, and she growled back, not exactly happy about this either (damn her soft heart! A Galra should be better!), but his anger settled into confusion when she merely pulled him to his feet.

“...To what do I owe the honor?”

“Can it,” she snarled. “Let’s just get you out of here before any of these fools wake up and try for a round two.”

Because yes, that was it, they were the fools. Everyone knew Prince Lotor inherited half the emperor’s strength, it was their fault for thinking that they could best even that.

As a group.

Against one man.

She grit her fangs. Life wasn’t fair. Of course Galra didn’t play fair. It wasn’t honorable, exactly, but she doubted this was an official challenge for anything. And how did a prince get picked on this much anyway!? It was embarrassing for him.

“I rather must admit, I had thought when you approached me you intended to finish what they’d started.”

“If you keep chatting so much, I just might,” she snapped, with less heat than she’d intended. The line of his arm across her armor was distracting (it was always distracting) (she had yet to shake off the childish need to be touched outside of battle. Shameful). It was distracting her. This was a distracting situation.

“...Thank you.”

“Please,” she muttered quietly, “don’t ever mention it.”

And, see, again, Allura was distracted, it was a distracting situation, she wasn’t thinking about where she was going, because she’d just finished her shift and had been heading back to her apartment, and in lieu of actually taking Lotor somewhere her body just. Finished the trek home.

She stopped in front of the door to her room, very clearly in one of the residential halls, very clearly embarrassed with herself, even with her downturned ears hidden by her helmet and her blush underneath her fur.

He laughed, damn him, a soft, breathy, barely-there sound. “And where, precisely, has my valiant savior taken me?” Lotor asked, teasing and very knowing and sounding quite amused, the bastard. She shoved him off of her into the wall.

“You know I’ve had about enough of your sass!” she snarled, fangs bared, and he laughed again, louder, though his eyes were sharp on her, treating her like a threat. Good. She was one.

“Forgive me,” Lotor said, still sounding amused, if cautious, “I’m afraid my mouth has played the culprit in many of my altercations. I just can’t seem to control it.”

“Perhaps you should learn.”

“Perhaps.”

She crossed her arms and huffed, then. Well. Conceded in looking away first. It bristled, to be the one to look away from Lotor, embarrassment of the Empire, but she could admit she was being just slightly ridiculous (she’d been the one to bring him here, after all), and even if he did take advantage of the deliberate show of weakness, she doubted he could do much against her, down a wrist and limping like that.

“Your breath seems caught enough,” she muttered, still turned away. “You can make your own way from here. I’m going to rest.”

She slammed her hand down on the ID pad and her door slid open for her, allowing her to storm in.

“Wait!” Lotor called, soft but urgent, and she stilled in the doorway, cocking her head to look at him and her lip lifted just enough to snarl with one fang.

“Please, at least tell me your name.”

“...Allura. Now go away.”

The door didn’t slam behind her, just neatly closed like it always did, and she found herself resenting the emotionless metal for its lack of force. Good riddance. She was supposed to be enjoying a varga or two of personal time before she slept and went back to work the next day. Not dealing with stupid princes and their stupid faces and their stupid injuries and their stupid, breathy, lilting laughs that sounded so soft and inviting and their stupid smug faces and stupid, stupid, stupid!!!

Her face burned as she stripped off her armor, flinging it roughly at the armor stand. Whatever! She hoped she never saw him again!!!

(Except she did, she did, she wanted to see him. Stupid. Pathetic. Weak Allura).

[mothmanavenue]

keith’s back for a home visit

[angstandhappiness]

NEAT

since i love @iacediai swap au so much i cant stop myself from drawing a bunch for it but i hate not posting things right away so this post is probs gonna be edited a bunch of times with more au drawings. i just really love it okay

[v-tired-queer]

A bit of a Barbie: Princess and the Pauper Sheith AU (and by that I mean loosely based on all because I was rocking out to Free from the soundtrack) where Shiro is a princess getting married to man who she doesn't even know all for the sake of her kingdom and Keith is an indentured servant to a high-end seamstress and the two fall in love when Keith is working on her wedding dress but oh no! Princess Shiro gets kidnapped! And now Keith has to team up with strangers who all are close to Shiro from working in the palace to find out where she is and rescue her all while the royal family is trying to save face with King Adam, Shiro's betrothed, but then Adam falls in love with Sir Curtis, Shiro's royal adviser, instead. Queen Allura and her own royal advisor, Lord Coran, are simply visiting to snack on popcorn and watch the drama

[ethereance]

Some allurance soulmate aus for all your (my) allurance needs:

-Soulmate au where you have a counter on your arm that counts down to the moment your soulmate dies. As soon as Allura’s hits 0 during omega shield, she knows.

-Au where you dream of your soulmate before you meet. Childhood friend-ify them. As kids, Allura keeps having dreams of this strange boy with round hideous ears, and Lance has dreams of an elf princess cosplayer. Who he eventually realises is an alien. From space. They form a fast friendship in this dreamscape, chatting out about anything and everything. In the waking world, Allura will look up this planet ‘Earth’ but no records of an ‘Earth’ exist. Strange. Was it just a normal dream after all? Except they meet again and again.

“Where is this ‘Earth’?”

“It’s in the Milky Way.”

“The Milky Way?” Allura’s never heard of such a place.

Lance starts explaining the plots of his favourite sci-fis to her, and asks if she knows any aliens like that. She tells him she doesn’t know what a Jedi is, has never heard of aliens who can travel through time, though this E.T he speaks of reminds her vaguely of a species she has met. Allura teaches Lance some Altean songs she knows that he’ll later try and recreate on his guitar. Allura talks often about her family, her father especially, and the royal advisor, Coran, who unintentionally taught her the word ‘quiznack’ after stubbing his toe (Lance will start using this word in the waking world and no one knows where it came from). And Lance follows up with stories about his family, his sister mainly, and how they’re not to be trusted if they’re being far too suspiciously nice. Allura laughs, and wonders what it would be like to have that many siblings.

Eventually, Allura’s stuffy events she has to attend involve suitors, and Lance is moving into the garrison, just like his hero Shiro. Allura likes the way his eyes light up as Lance talks about flying.

“Maybe one day I’ll be able to fly to space. And see you,” he says.

“Perhaps,” says Allura.

Maybe Earth is hidden from star maps, yet to be discovered by the Alteans, as wide spread as their data is. Allura has spent her free time searching these maps for so long, but maybe it’ll be easier for him to come to her.

Lance starts talking about his new friend Hunk, and how he wishes Hunk could meet her, and about this annoying guy with a mullet.

“Why don’t you like Keith?”

“Why would I like Keith?”

Allura’s there for him as Lance learns he’s been listed as a cargo pilot.

“I’m sorry, Lance. I know it wasn’t what you were hoping for.”

Lance’s disheartened face steels itself. “… It isn’t over yet. I won’t stop until I reach fighter pilot class. I’ll just have to do better. I’ll be the best cargo pilot they’ve ever seen! So good they’ll have no choice but to move me up!”

Allura starts expressing her unease over Zarkon.

“He’s… strange these days. Father and him have been arguing. I’m worried something terrible is coming.”

“Like what?”

“I’m not sure.”

Then Allura goes radio silent, and Lance is uneasy, and suddenly Pidge is talking about this being named Voltron. And.

“Voltron’s a robot,” Lance says.

Pidge gives him this strange look, trying to get a read on him. “How do you know?”

“My soulmate’s father built it.”

Hunk’s eyes widen. “Dream girl?”

Lance nods. “Dream girl.”

It continues mostly the same, but. But.

“It’s you,” they’ll say as they meet, Allura tumbling into his arms.

A long awaited meeting.

(Longer than they realised.)

“You’re Lance?” Coran says after initially trying to battle him. “I see Allura wasn’t exaggerating about the ears.”

“Can everyone just leave my poor ears alone?!”

-A vaguely Your Name inspired au where soulmates show themselves in a whole manner of ways. Some present themselves through soulmarks like counters, or glowing tattoos, some have visions of their soulmate, some get soulmate telepathy, some keep finding their soulmate’s lost things tucked under their pillow. It’s different from person to person.

For Lance and Allura? They’ve been bodyswapping for as long as they can remember.

It’s confusing, at first, waking up not just in a body that isn’t your own, but an entirely different world. Thankfully, because of the power of brain hijacking, they at least understand the language people around them are speaking or else this world be x10 more scary for a pair of lost kids.

Lance’s family are a little thrown by this posh speaking version of him, but once they realise this is his soulmate, they’re pretty accommodating. This is Lance’s soulmate, after all.

“Are you from England?” Luis asks her.

“No. I’m from Altea.”

Allura gets confused as to why they’re searching maps of their own planet for it.

“It’s up there,” she says, pointing skyward. Beyond the blues, where the stars twinkle and shine, her home resides out there. Somewhere.

They joke that she’s an alien. But oh. Hang on. She actually is.

“Aw, lucky! I wish mine was from space,” laments Rachel.

The siblings get incredibly excited and start showing off the ‘coolest’ parts of Earth (Allura is from an advanced civilisation. A mobile phone doesn’t fascinate her). But what interests Allura the most is the rain. It’s refreshing. Much calmer than the rocks that storm Altea’s skies. It doesn’t ‘rain’ often in Altea, luckily, and they had to develop force fields to accommodate for it.

When Lance returns to his body, he’s convinced it was all a dream for all of five minutes until he gets hounded by questions on what the alien planet was like.

Altea had been stunning. A place straight out of fantasy. They even had space elves, how cool was that? Also he was a princess who owned far more dresses than the ones his sister would play dress up with him in. The wardrobe was far bigger than even his parents’ room.

A man called Alfor visited him after he was late for etiquette class, wondering if his ‘daughter’ was okay.

“And then I got a tour of the planet!” Lance explains. His family hangs onto every word.

It’s just the first swap of many. They’re random. One day they could wake up as themselves, or the other.

Lance wishes he could meet this person his whole family have met except him.

They start writing notes for each other. Usually just so they can keep track of things that need to be done. But they’re also their only mode of communication to the other. It’s almost as if they’re pen pals.

Lance grows up knowing the paladins of old, knowing Coran (who takes an instant liking to him), and Allura’s family. Allura grows up knowing his. And his school friends (which quite a different environment compared to her homeschooling). The more she learns of Earth, the more bizarre she finds it. Do these people really believe themselves to be the only form of life within the universe?

Meanwhile, when in Altea, Lance still can never give an accurate location of Earth.

“I don’t recognise those stars,” he’ll say to Alfor.

Lance tries clambering into Blue one time. It’s how he meets Blaytz.

“Oh, who’s this sitting in my chair I wonder?” teases the man.

“I’m Lance!” he says, beaming as Allura.

“Um.”

It gets a little more difficult to manage the tag team bodyswapping as they grow up. Studying for a test could be rendered pointless if they swap on the day. Allura proposes they study for both their tests, and the other’s. Which sounds like a horrible idea to Lance. That’s double the studying. He’d rather she just call in sick. Also, Allura’s exams involve giant holograms that can beat her up (though. This body is super strong. And wait. What do you mean Alteans can camouflage?)

Allura finds it a little difficult to keep up appearances around lance’s friends (though it’s marginally easier now that she has managed to mimic his accent). This is different to polite idle chatter when they host visitors from other planets, and his naturally outgoing personality is a little difficult to match. When she returns home, she’ll find that she has new Altean friends there that she has yet to meet.

Being on Earth lets Allura unwind, she finds. She isn’t a princess here. And yet, being a princess is all she has known. It’s strange.

Lance is fun, she thinks. She wonders if she’ll ever meet him.

Lance loves meeting new people, and they’re aliens! Aliens! Though, having to involve himself in Altean diplomacy like this has him very much out of his element. They’re using forks that don’t even look like forks, and some that levitate food. (And then sporks are just this universal thing? What’s with that?)

Allura smiles fondly as she reads this note. She agrees that there are some very strange forks they have to use.

They’re still swapping when Lance is in the garrison. Allura likes being able to get pilot training out of this, though the technology is quite the back step compared to Altean tech, and she does feel like she’s overstepping on Lance’s dream.

Lance gets close enough to Hunk to explain this who swapping thing to him.

“You know, this does explain some things. Sometimes it’s like you’re…”

“A whole other person?”

“Yeah. And you forget things sometimes. And the other day, when you spoke to Jenny—”

“—Wait?!?! Jenny???? I spoke to Jenny?”

You know how the story goes. How Shiro falls to Earth, and everything falls in motion.

But this time Lance recognises the word ‘Voltron’ and so too does he recognise the Blue lion.

She roars upon recognition.

“You’ve been here before?” Keith asks.

“No. I last saw her on Altea. What is she doing here?”

“Same as she always has. Waiting. Are you sure you saw the same lion?”

“There’s only one Blue.”

Lance also recognises the castle of lions.

But this isn’t Altea. That he knows.

Why is it here?

Allura tumbles into his arms.

“Father?” she asks, then her eyes widen in recognition. “Lance?!”

It’s clear everything has changed since they last time they swapped.

It’s not until after Coran awakens (and Coran!!! This is the first time Lance meets him as himself) that they realise they’ve been travelling 10,000 years apart.

(“If I had known. Then maybe this war…” starts Allura.

“You couldn’t have known,” Lance assures, though guilt eats at him too. What was all of this for if not to save lives? “We… couldn’t have known.”)

Whilst they wish the circumstances of meeting each other could have been better, it’s nice to finally be able to talk face to face.

Knowing Allura before was like piecing together a puzzle, small snippets of a person. Now he has the whole picture.

Lance falls. Bad.

He hears her laugh, not his laugh as her, but her laugh as her. And it just hits him. That this is the person that’s been interwoven in his life since he was a kid. She’s incredible.

(What did he do to get her as a soulmate?)

This time Allura has a much better understanding of Earth, and has a closer connection with the paladins earlier on from having connected with them as Lance. She doesn’t feel quite as isolated.

And Lance basically grew up on Altea. It wasn’t his world, not at first. But grew into a second home. Maybe he wasn’t ‘himself’ but he has so many fond memories there, and all of the people. It’s hard to imagine that was 10,000 years ago. He wasn’t even born then.

Allura does get someone else to reminisce about Altea with.

The swaps don’t stop, however. Not even after they meet.

Which is a bit of a problem when they need ‘Allura’ to operate the castle’s teleduv whilst simultaneously having a blue paladin.

Allura first pilots the blue lion when stuck in Lance’s body.

“I know I’m not him. But. Please. We have no other option.”

Maybe the swaps stop eventually through some means. Maybe they don’t.

Just. Bodyswap shenanigans. These two meeting before they meet

-That one roleswap soulmate au I started working on years ago wherein they’re called ‘quintessence mates’ and everyone’s born with pretty pattens adorning their skin. One day. One day I shall return to you.

[visionaryinsomniac]

...Crossover anyone? ??

/ Plagg as the leader of Blades of Marmora, Adrien as the Galran Prince and Tikki as the Altean Princess.

[angstandhappiness]

Neat

now lets have some aliens as humans in this au