#voltron mood board

[kiyomarus]

Happy birthday, Lance McClain !!

[maiz-of-light]

Ahh, I made an aesthetic for Equiv chappie one!

[happyleakira]

voltron coming off Netflix mood board

[inventors-fair]

EDH Redesign Commentary: Rise and Shine

I think this was a really strong week overall! Let's get the highs out the way first: I've been in a deckbuilding spirit, and I've been feeling really great about how the best cards here made me want to build decks with them and/or build more into the design process. I'm not surprised that a few of the same mechanics made appearances, like myriad, and how cards made it clear whether or not they were more interactive or more self-contained with a multiplayer mood. There was so much variance this week as well!

With that variance, I feel that some designs got mildly myopic in their balance and explosive factor. Many cards had very interesting ideas that for whatever reason missed the polishing mark because of wording, minor exploits, or overcomplication. But that's part of what designing for a format like Commander entails. Lots of past precedent means you're essentially designing for Vintage where thousands more cards happen to matter. Each designer also brought something that they love about their multiplayer experiences to the forefront. I greatly appreciate contests where we can let a little bit of that loose, let people feel freer. Constraints are fun, but there's gotta be love behind it.

Judge Picks (and one other card, we'll get to that) are cards with specific qualities that I wanted to highlight and/or cards that were close to podium-ing. Clash on!

@bergdg — Livonya Silone, Mythcarver (IT'S-COMPLICATED PICK)

I don't usually venture into the workshop during the weeks where I run contests. If I had, I would've seen The Master, Multiplied and the rules complications going into that card. I had written at the beginning of the week all of this card's ambitions, the rules citations for how it wouldn't work, yadda yadda, and I completely missed the fact that yes indeed, this card works and it works very, very well. That's entirely my fault for overestimating my rules knowledge and intent without proper background checks.

Had I done the proper work, this card probably would've been a winner, so here's an inaugural award for Winner By Default, The Default Being Abelzumi Didn't Do His Homework. Card time. I am genuinely sorry about that.

Of course this card kicks ass. How could it not? The ability to have multiple swings with equipment switching turns an otherwise volatile Voltron strategy into a massive and precise distribution of power on the board. Everyone has to be prepared to block but everyone's also at the mercy of Livonya's trigger deciding to hammer this or sword that. The mono-red equipment build has been tried and true with other commanders such as Godo. The difference is that maximizing you damage output becomes so much more intense and thoughtful. It's a fantastic card to build around that just begs for broken things to be done with a rich skill ceiling and an accessible floor of "put all your best stuff on the field and switch as you want to." Bringing back a relatively unknown legend with metal flavor and a metal name was already a strong choice, but this card also asks everything that a legendary creature can of its commander builder. I liked it even when I was wrong about it and I love it now.

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@bread-into-toast — Defame

The design sense is strong per usual. This card in particular is just kind of weak for the cost. Basri's Solidarity + Cower in Fear isn't a weak combination by any means, but as a rare for a weird overload, I'm a bit on the fence about it. Honestly, if there was somehow wording for one more mode then I'd be down. As it stands, slightly better sorcery-speed Subtle Strike isn't grabbing me as strongly. as it could. Compared to other five-mana effects for the cost, you can see how there's room to push.

That said, let's go back to the design sense, because this is an excellent card from that perspective. The modal methodology still allows for you to benefit if you don't need both, but with the overload there's no reason not to choose both either way. Getting around creature hexproof/ward is fun as well, although paying five mana for that, well... All the same, I also love the flavor that you've put into this Silverquill student. Either they go after the specific vendetta, or they're going to slander a whole clique. Excellent name for the flavor and a great comparative sense of their spellcasting.

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@corporalotherbear — Lazav, Dimir Guildmaster (JUDGE PICK)

Super inconsequential note: I'm personally of the opinion that Flash should always be on its own line because of what kind of keyword it is—like the first printing of Samut. Regardless of whether or not that's precedent, we have a really interesting card here at the very least. What I like the most is this card's ability to be a great limited build-around. Legends-style drafts are apparently out of vogue, but if you're in a graveyard shell you can use this as your commander and have any kind of graveyard-midrange strategy at the ready. Lazav has always been kind of a one-and-done dude in terms of his designs; personally, the OTJ one is the most creative to me, but that's just me.

The more I think about this card the more I'm warming up to it. There's more than just stealing cards, because if you're building around it, then you can stack your own graveyard with powerful ETBs and have the myriad actually matter. Other Lazav builds kind of rely on general value to become the best commanders that they can be, and it's a lot less interesting than what you've made here. I think that there were a lot of mechanical intersections this week, but I want to commend this card for doing a pretty cool take on a character that otherwise doesn't have a lot of variance going for them on official cards.

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@dimestoretajic — Bruvac, Illustrious Orator

So if I'm not mistaken, any kind of non-legendary clone skirting makes this infinite. Because you don't specify "this ability" to me "any iteration of these words among cards you control," you could argue that a Spark Double'd Bruvac can mill, then trigger the other, and then that one triggers the copy, and so on and so forth. I understand what you were going for and it unfortunately breaks under that kind of scrutiny; with the right hand of mana rocks, it's a consistent turn three table kill.

What kind of wording would make this not infinite? My go-to would be to limit the trigger to once a turn, and then you could make it a little stronger, like: "Whenever an opponent mills one or more cards, you may have each other opponent mill that many cards. This ability triggers only once each turn." Then you could have the second ability be somewhat more relevant to the milling, because as it stands it's a little less exciting than it could be. I mean, yeah, it's Bruvac, it's not supposed to be an exciting character, but there could be at least a little hint about what to build besides just mill. Exiling cards from graveyards to goad creatures? There are options. The only other thing is that I don't hate the notion of the flavor text but it feels more like a sarcastic aside than an in-depth look at this Azorius character. What place does he really have in the world as a commander now? I'd like to see a little more of that.

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@hypexion — Elesh Norn, Grand Praetor

I was a little freaked out about the costs for those abilities until I remembered that there were the "compleated" planeswalkers, and then it's like, oh, that makes sense. And here we have Bant Phyrexians, a shard commander. From a mechanical perspective, this card's bonkers. I—hold up, what? Sorry, I'm doing a Scryfall search, and Blightsteel Colossus has been errata'd to a Phyrexian, but Consecrated Sphinx hasn't? That's dumb. Anyway. I'd want to build this deck, so that's a solid thumbs-up. There are lots of options and ways to build, great proliferation tech, and she's going strong.

Is the power level comparable to other Praetors or iterations? I mean, if someone told me, knife to my throat, "build a Bant Phyrexian commander deck," Chulane would probably be my go-to. But if this card were an option, yeah, I'd go for it. Just straight Phyrexian, though? That's a bit tougher. Sheer value is only as interesting as the imagination. In the end, I think I'd have a fun time building. The thing I want to understand more is how you're justifying the colors here. Honestly, it would make more sense for both symbols to be Phy-mana. Part of the Praetors' identities are their indomitable xenophobia even within their spheres. There are multicolored identity minions and whatnot, but the Praetors in their own perfection? Character-wise, I'm not buying the argument. If I was a more pedantic Phy-fanboy I'd also say that the Praetors also need to have punishing effects but I actually appreciate that you went a different direction here and broke from precedent to make a good card.

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@justicefortyvarkell — Depala, Determined Racer

I was wondering "Why not just Vehicles myriad when you crew them?" but there would be some weird wording changes that you'd have to do. Let's see... "Vehicle tokens you control are Creatures in addition to their other types. // Each Vehicle you control has myriad. (RT)" Well, I'm sure there are other ways like the one that you did, but the only reason I would suggest something like the former is for wording/mechanical condensation. That said, the way that you wrote this card does make it fairly obvious what the intent is, and I respect that part of it.

In terms of Boros vehicle commanders, the original Depala is still probably the go-to for a lot of people for the consistency, although mono-white and Grixis AC decks are also up there. This card carves a bit of a niche in the multiplayer-specific aspect. I think myriad is going to be a mechanic a lot of people will use this week (I say, while writing this before every submission has come in but after already seeing at least two myriad cards). While it's not doing anything absolutely new with the concept of multiplayer damage, I personally enjoy Vehicles and would use this as a Commander if I played more multiplayer games. Great for ETBs, great for general smashing.

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@melancholia-ennui — Dakkon the Avenger

Dakkon is a cool dude and one of my current Oathbreakers (remember that format? Good stuff!) and I wouldn't worry about the grandfathered lands-matter aspects of his cards. I buy it. Wild that Dakkon is still alive... Anyway, reading up on the soul-stealing aspects of the sword, I totally understand where this card is coming from and how powerful it can be. For this cost and with these abilities, I feel that you could have gone so much more aggressive with it. Six mana for an otherwise creature that has to connect combat damage and pay even more mana for the effect... This card demands a push that isn't quite there yet. I might be 202X-Magic jaded, but right now it almost feels like an uncommon. Not a bad one, mind, but not a rare power-wise.

Complexity is another issue, though, and I don't mind where you've gone with it. The thing to keep in mind is that, well... It's not a trigger. It's a replacement effect, so the last sentence isn't necessary. Even if it was a trigger I don't think it would be necessary. Lemme brainstorm... The first version I came up must be blocked and destroyed smaller creatures to turn them into lands, same kinda role. There are lots of cool ways to have this cool idea come to fruition. In my opinion, this one's a little clunky and overcosted, but has a solid core. I'd like to see an artifact-Voltron deck that runs an updated version of this dude.

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@misterstingyjack — Craterhoof Yearling (JUDGE PICK)

I think this is one of the strangest, strongest, and most imaginative base designs that I've seen this week. There's a lot to be said for how much power you can pack into mono-green smashing, and the callback to Craterhoof Behemoth is awesome. The ETB here is strong; I actually don't know if this is the kind of finisher that this effect needs. Compared to where you want to play this in the game, it honestly feels like you can push the power a little bit more into a consistent finisher. A semi-Overrun effect is definitely strong. Where C-Behemoth is a one-and done demolisher, I think this design space has some more options.

The first thought that comes to mind is have this be both a enters for the +2/+2, and then at the beginning of combat on your turn the additional commander damage boost comes into play. It encourages long-term combat, especially if you're at parity in a Legends/Masters draft format. Explosive ETBs are fun, but I love the ability to have an even stronger board presence that immediately puts a target on you. In a 1V1 Commander game, it's kinda rough if you've already dealt any amount of damage, but putting a clock on as opposed to a one-time boost can raise this card to the power levels of contemporary Commander in a way that doesn't break it. I love this space, actually. What could other colors do with it? What would those effects look like? I'd love to see more.

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@nine-effing-hells — Taranika, Regent of Akros

I think this card is totally fine as an experience counter Boros big thing, even if Otharri says thankyouverymuch and annihilates the battlefield with it. Maybe it's not the absolute most imaginative thing for RW to do, but it does it well, and I want to respect that aspect of it. It was pretty close to being up there this week, I'll be honest; there's also the reality of making big attacks bigger doesn't have the most complexity to build with. How would one want to make this deck? Put in haste, get a few creatures, maybe a little protection, and it's an easy damage out. Of course you can build more into that notion, but the width and depth are at odds.

Still, what more could RW do with experience counters? The use of experience counters at all is, to the best of my failing and exhausted memory, the only one that we've seen for this particular contest. It's one that's very much exclusive to having creatures as your commander (unless, like me, you've been watching too much LSV and how the aforementioned Otharri goes into cube) and it's hard to spread out. I'm sure I could brainstorm other options, but I like the way that you chose to incorporate a flavorful mechanic to the Akroan troops that's been away for a hot minute. The whole card's feelings are absolutely radical, so let's put that icing on the cake. And of course, it's powerful as all hell. Assemble the Legion, anyone? I want to hear more about what could've been changed to make it more unexpected. What are the reasonable limits of experience counters, especially in this color combination?

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@sparkyyoungupstart — Scion of Alara

So if I bring this to a cEDH table facing Urza, Godo, Gitrog, and Heliod, I've got...a trampler. Woohoo! In all seriousness, this is a volatile commander that's asking a lot of playgroups and commits a cardinal sin: discouraging casual playgroups from running certain cards. Sometimes deckbuilding is self-contained and there are just matchups that make card matchups difficult (combo vs. jack, aggro vs. control). Gyruda, as a different example, might make players more aware of what values of creatures are in their decks, but it's not a card that necessarily discourages players from running even-MV cards. This card guarantees that your opponents' keyworded commanders make your five-color pile that much stronger. Or, it ends up being a 9/9 death-trigger card, which is...fine, but only as fun as Child of Alara is already.

Let's be real: Child of Alara is already a pretty wild commander and while it isn't directly designed to do so, the absolute annihilation of its death trigger is pretty well-suited to multiplayer politics already. The fact that nobody gets death triggers but lands get untapped is...interesting? I think there were some interesting ideas in general going for this card but I don't feel the cohesion or direction that I need here. What is this card representing, exactly, and what sort of deck does it want to be? The charitable approach would be a control-ish sacrifice-ish deck. Maybe. I don't know, I don't think this card is meeting me halfway here. Minor FT note: "Each" would work better than "Every" because of the limited/name quantity of shards.

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@stupidstupidratcreatures — Erinyes of Death's Hunger

Maybe it's just the space, but this card feels pretty scant to me. I did put the reminder text on myriad in a mockup, so there's that, but—I mean, Kroxa already has "each opponent" in its rules text. Maybe myriad as a go-to multiplayer balance makes sense in general, but I'm not completely sold on why it needs to be this particular reference. But having nonlegendary callbacks to legendary effects isn't unheard of. I think ultimately I like what this card does, and I'll talk about that in a sec. Justifying it for this contest compared to its origin makes me ask what new thing it brings.

But as it stands, the power level is high and the bar is aggravatingly good. Without evasion, the nontoken version is fairly weak, but I suppose you'd run cards to get around that. It's an immediate target and a real pain to get around if there's even a single hit in. The typing of "Elder" is something I'd change for sure. That's a reservation for legends, and just feels out of place here. The whole card is generally fine and quite strong. Again, I just don't think this reference was the strongest choice.

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@xenobladexfan — Loran, Tocasia's Legacy (JUDGE PICK)

Emry has taught us one thing: casting artifact cards from the graveyard is super cool. Affinity has taught us something else: drawing an obscene number of cards is also super cool and also dangerous. I feel that the ability to generate Powerstones fairly easily will lead to combo cases where you run effectively all colorless eggs, draw a bunch of cards, and then use Unwinding Clock et. al. to untap your powerstones and crack your eggs and... Oh wait. Amulet of Vigor, cost reducer, eggs... Hooooo lordy you could draw a lot of cards. Or at least, with the right untap for Loran you could. So yeah, I want to build this deck ASAP.

I think the first ability should be "Whenever a player casts their first artifact spell each turn" because otherwise you're in a situation of ludicrous Powerstones and draw. Again, I wanna emphasize: with the right generic costs and a sac outlet or whatever, you can draw so many cards during each turn and it'd be impossible to keep up with. This was a card that I'm just worried enough about its power level to put as a Judge Pick, but it's damn close. I love it when there are Commander contests that make me want to build decks that don't exist yet. Even though I really don't get a chance to play Commander these days, I love the notion. Good on you! I also love the in-joke about how she'd want to play an "eggs" deck by holding a spatula. /j

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@yd12k — Sarkhan, Dragon Caller

Not to praise MAT too much, but it did give us a Commander Sarkhan for this niche, even if it wasn't designed for Commander as such. Don't worry, you're not getting docked for that. The reason I bring that up is because there's something about this design that feels a little bit difficult to rectify. The fact that a lot of people won't have dragons on hand—I mean, IN hand—means that you're basically creating an army of 4/4s for everyone right off the bat. Just to be clear: that's a ridiculously fast start to the beatdown even if you're for some reason not running any dragon advantage.

If you are, and if you have any kind of turn-one ramp, you can easily bring out Sarkhan turn two with a consistent advantage of cards like Lathliss, Klauth, Terror of the Peaks, Miirym—the list goes on. Even giving your opponents dragons isn't enough to stop the power you can bring to the table. I don't think this card is necessarily balanced, and I don't really know how to make this approach work for multiplayer in the way that you envisioned. What exactly did you envision for this, actually? I think the design space of everyone-gets-dragons is...in-character for Sarkhan, but gameplay-wise, I'm not sensing where the balance was supposed to be.

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Enjoy the reflections this week, folks. @abelzumi

[ahria-lethe]

I made a mood board (with assistance from @museaway) for UrsaeMinoris's Voltron fanfic "I have your back".

[ambiguouscheese]

matchup information:

status: closed (:

fandoms i'm comfortable writing: genshin impact, honkai star rail, mystic prince, six of crows, nevermore, marionetta, voltron, atla

fandoms i've been in before (know it less tho): harry potter, marauders, stranger things

if there's a fandom you don't see on here, feel free to request it and if it's a fandom i've been in or encountered before, i'll write the matchup for you! if it isn't tho, please do have a backup fandom for me to write for :)

1 matchup per fandom

max fandom request: 2 (except for elaborate aesthetic personality matchups)

types of matchups available: appearance matchups, basic personality matchups, elaborate aesthetic personality matchups

anons allowed!

please read below for more details

note: while each matchup has an estimated amount of time it'll take to finish, how long i actually end up taking will depend on how busy i am at the moment, please be patient! thank you

appearance matchup description

*it is preferred if you aren't anon for this matchup because if you give me your pics and would like them to be private as an anon, i can't really reply to your ask directly!

pic of yourself

specify preferred gender for matched up character

specify characters you specifically do not want

specify if you want a minor or not

i will get back to you in 1-2 days as this is the simplest kind of match-up

i will include the character(s) i have chosen for you based on which ones i think aesthetically fit how you look

this is the most basic kind of match-up, i basically just match you up with someone who i think you would look good with based on appearance and so all i need is your picture!

basic personality matchup description

description of your personality (mbti, enneagram, zodiac, whatever you want! just tell me about yourself)

likes, dislikes, and hobbies

specify preferred gender for matched up character

specify characters you specifically do not want

specify if you want a minor or not

i will get back to you in 1-6 days

i will include sfw headcanons and a description about you and the character i have chosen for you

this is your usual matchup where i read the info you've given me and match you up with a character that i think suits you best! only sfw headcanons and descriptions, and feel free to add any extra little details about yourself!

elaborate aesthetic personality matchup description

*you can only request from ONE fandom for this matchup

description of your personality (mbti, enneagram, zodiac, whatever you want! tell me about yourself)

likes, dislikes, and hobbies

aesthetic (eg: you're more cottagecore or you're more grunge, search up different kinds of aesthetics if you don't know!)

color you think represents you

favorite music artist or song or album

optional: choose multiple things that you think represent you (eg: hyacinth flowers, lip stained wine glasses, vanilla candles, etc)

specify what kind of tropes that you do NOT like

specify preferred gender for matched up character

specify characters you specifically do NOT want

specify if you want a minor or not

i will get back to you in 7-14 days, depending on how busy i am

i will include sfw headcanons, a description about you and the character i have chosen for you including dates i think the two of you would go on or songs i think the two of you would like, a trope or two that i will assign to you and the character's dynamic, a mood board for you and the character you've been matched with based on the descriptions you've given

the more detailed you are, the more elaborate i am able to be!

this is the most elaborate of all the matchups where i'll give you a mood board for the relationship between you and the character you've been matched up with! as well as this, you will receive a trope or two, songs you might listen to together, and potential dates you'd go on. again, as this is the most elaborate, these will take me the longest so please do be patient!

request through the asks!

[sadeporter306]

AH I finally have Beck’s official playlist up and going, along with her finalized mood board and icon (separate post), and I think it turned out pretty good! Some of the songs are definitely geared more towards her as a teenager, because that was the time when most of her life shifted and became so chaotic (more on that in the future YJ fic).

But yeah; it took me a while to do, mostly because I couldn’t decide whether I wanted to use the playlist I have of songs I think she’d listen to or the one relative to her character. I ended up choosing the latter, just ‘cause Beck’s angsty and I love sad music, but I don’t think she would really listen to sad stuff (call me selfish). I still don’t really know what her theme song would be, but as TCATH progresses, I’d be more than happy to hear any input you guys have on it!

As for my YJ fic, I think I might begin writing and storyboarding soon, just because I think it’s going to be a little side project of mine. The show itself is already so tandem to childlike wonder to me (that’s the best way I can describe it) and while there are VERY heavy subjects that I would dive right into (have y’all met me?), I think it would be a much easier and more flexible project than TCATH. I’m sure it will be split into two books (one before the five year skip and one after) but I’m thinking there are gonna be a few in between. I know for a fact that I will be filling in some of the space left by the show’s writers in those five years, and that will be my take on what happened (ex: with Jason, why some of the main team left, etc.)

I am busy with school, and I ask for patience as I write. I am still balancing work and hobbies, so I can assure you all that I am not stepping away from TCATH, and I plan on finishing it, however long that may take. I have a thing where I am WAY too attached to characters, so it’s good that I will have my YJ fic and my next two fics in the planning phase to lean on.

So I guess I should comment on what those two fics are…

If you’ve followed me from my Wattpad years, you know that my first fic was, yes, a Voltron fic. And yes, it was heinous and I hated everything I wrote with a burning passion BUT that does not mean I regretted it. I don’t think any author really REGRETS the first book they wrote, but it definitely wasn’t a work of art. It was way too serious in my opinion, and I feel like Voltron is so much more warmhearted and found-family esque that WOTS was just not the vibe. The fic I’m planning scratches some of the main character’s arcs and traits, but (if you read Wielder of the Stars), Raina Callan’s sarcasm and wit is still very much alive, don’t worry folks. She just won’t be paired with a certain Red Paladin anymore, and instead she has a twin brother. And that’s all I’m saying about that.

My other fic will be based on Outer Banks, which is odd because I almost NEVER write based on a live action work, but I love the dynamic of mystery and adventure all while living on an island. I had thought of just writing a mystery murder beach story of my own, but I don’t really have the time for it. I mean, popping plots out of my head for TCATH is hard enough. This fic already has a good cast in my pre-storyboard phase, but there really isn’t much else besides that.

AH and I’m blabbing.

Keep a lookout for updates, I love y’all, stay super freaky, blah blah

[adobedragon]

Thirty minutes into the flight from Onlar to the nearest teleduv, the smell of feces grew too overpowering to ignore. Lance had been ignoring the faint whiffs of shit because he suspected the cause was somewhere in the cockpit and something he should deal with immediately. Not just immediately, but lethally.

But Lance was in a great mood. In just a few hours, after a week away from home, he’d be back on Mars, back in the little apartment he shared with Pidge and Keith, getting some much-needed cuddles with his favorite people in the universe. He didn’t want blood on his hands, even if said blood was purple and belonged to a glorified space rat. Or several of them. Holy shit, what if there's more than one?

He slumped forward in the pilot’s seat, elbows on the control panel, and rested his forehead on the palms of his hand. Maybe he could just keep ignoring the stench. Maybe all he needed was a snack. Sitting up, he reached for the gear box, which, in addition to containing the usual tools for emergency repairs, contained his stash of garlic knots. Made by his mom and shipped to Mars, they were now a little on the hard-tack side of stale, but comfort food was comfort food, even if it took a jaw-breaking amount of chewing.

With a tap to the glowing purple lock switch—like everything on the Blade of Marmora ship, the cockpit was a dreary shade of gray with bright motes of purple lighting—and the box’s main drawer slid open.

“Holy crow!” His hand, already reaching into the box, jerked back in surprise. A small pair of yellow eyes stared back at him. “Shit!” Lance stared at the chabbit, the source of the reek. “Shit, shit, shit.”

This one was tiny and fortunately alone. A baby.

“Shit.” The expletive was also a descriptor as the infant varmint had done just that; shit prolifically in the box, with the added insult of piss. It had also devoured the garlic knots.

Blade of Marmora policy was clear: “Any chabbit found on board a Blade vessel shall be eliminated by any means necessary.” Chabbits, native to the Galra homeworld of Daibazaal, were warm-blood reptilian rodents. Fully grown, they were the size of a very small cat, had two short tusks that delivered a mildly venomous bits, ate absolutely anything and had opposable thumbs. In just a few short years since the restoration of the Galra homeland, they had managed to spread throughout the universe and were a reviled pest species.

The Blade of Marmora flight manual also included instructions for the most efficient and safe ways to dispatch of the creatures. Lance, however, had always made himself scarce when his parents slaughtered a chicken or some other livestock on the farm. Though he’d done more than his share of killing as a Paladin of Voltron, chucking a helpless living thing out of an airlock (Option A) or snapping its neck (Option B) was more than he could bear.

Lance stared at the little animal. It stared back.

He shut the drawer.

Long minutes passed. Through the cockpit window, the faint cyan glow of the approaching teleduv facility grew larger, a spot of color in the otherwise black with a net of stars, chiaroscuro expanse of space.

Lance’s stomach rumbled.

He stabbed angrily at the purple door latch and as the drawer opened, snarled, “Why’d you have to eat my garlic knots? Why?”

The chabbit cocked its tiny rectangular head and chirped.

“Yeah, well, I’m hungry too. And I’m the one flying this boat. If the captain ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy.” He glared at the creature. “I have to kill you. It’s nothing personal. Well, yes, it is. You ate my garlic knots.”

The chabbit, who’d been huddled against the back of the drawer, chirped again and hopped toward the front of the rectangular space. With another hopeful chirp, it rose, wobbly on rabbit-like haunches, and grasped the edge of the drawer with its four fingered hands.

Lance leaned back, eyed the creature for a second and then closed his eyes. “You’ve got two seconds to escape. I didn’t see you. Shoo.”

The sound of claws scrabbling on metal and bits and bobs of tools followed, then silence. Lance opened his eyes expecting to find the varmint gone. Instead, it was cleaning itself, purple tongue lapping at a foreleg. And it was still in the drawer.

Steeling himself, he reached out his (fortunately gloved) hand and grabbed it firmly behind the neck and yanked it from the box. This was supposed to be the safe way to catch a chabbit as it prevented the animal from biting. It didn’t stop it from frantically clawing at his hand and arm with sharp little claws. His armor protected him from that, but it did nothing to shut out the piteous noise coming from the baby. Although this chabbit was no bigger than his hand, its wails were filling the cockpit.

Desperate to end the heartrending racket, he dropped the thing. It fell in his lap, and Lance made no move to catch it, hoping it would flee.

Falling onto its side, it slid between his thighs, wiggled about and righted itself. With an indignant chirp, the tiny chabbit turned a baleful eye on him.

“Do you have a death-wish? Go!” He waved at it. “Otherwise, it’s lights out.” He drew a finger across his throat for emphasis.

The chirp turned sad, and yellow eyes filled with reproach.

Lance lifted his gaze at the teleduv. According to the instrument panel, they would reach it in thirty doboshes, a little over thirty minutes, Earth time.

At the next chabbity chirp, Lance scooped the beastie off his lap, this time gently. The chabbit didn’t resist and nestled happily in the palm of his hand.

Lance’s heart melted. Not the most unlikely event as his heart was probably composed of something like wax and he was a notorious softy. But this was a chabbit, an illegal alien species on Mars and elsewhere. Not the mention, he was breaking Blade of Marmora regs by not killing it. (Though on that count, he had an out as he was extra cozy with one of the Blade’s head honchos.) He grimaced. “Keith’s not gonna like this.” Pidge probably wouldn’t be amused either. Their other roomie, Kosmo, Keith’s cosmic wolf would probably eat this little critter.

As though sensing his indecision, the chabbit chirped. Lance grasped it carefully, flipping it over to study its underbelly. It was hard to tell, but it seemed to be male. “You look like a Rogelio.”

Upright and back on Lance’s palm, Rogelio eyed Lance worriedly.

“Shit,” said Lance as he stroked a finger over Rogelio’s bony eyes ridges.

Rogelio purred and rubbed his snout on Lance’s finger.

“It’s okay, buddy. We’ll work this out.” Just the act of petting the little chabbit made him feel calm inside. “It’s okay. You’re with me now. Safe and sound.”

(Backstory for Three Paladins, a Wolf and a Chabbit)

[thaliagrayce]

i've been talking abt my voltron playlists and @iveofficiallygonemad asked to hear them and i want to share with anybody who wants!! i know they're not perfect, i'm working on them & trying to make them better. if you have any recommendations for any of them, let me know!! there's like A Lot and i want to give a lil explanation for most of them, so i'm putting them under the cut ^-^

SO first i have my favorite one <3 it's just. all of them. it's the whole team. it's a mess and it's a bunch of different genres because it's them fighting over the aux cord on a road trip. it's them trying to make each other laugh or annoy each other or play something catchy enough it will infect everyone in the vicinity with brain worms.

Hunk: i'm pretty happy with my Hunk playlist! chill vibes. he strikes me as the kind of guy who listens to calm music to try to find his own calm, and that's what i got here :)

Pidge: this is messier and less cohesive than my usual playlist because frankly i think pidge would have a shit taste in music. all over the board. this is a mix of meme songs and 8-bit covers and vocaloid and stuff that i think pidge would genuinely connect with, and i think pidge listens to all their music on shuffle without any regards for genre or mood because they're a gremlin. nobody gives pidge sole control of the aux.

Coran hears 80's music for the first time and loses his mind. He thinks ABBA is humanity's single greatest achievement.

Lance: i have ideas about where I'm going with this but haven't really settled yet. Lance seems like the kind of boy that loves to dance (is that canon? i forgot) so most of these are Bops That Make You Move in some way or another. he likes to present an upbeat face to the world, so there's no angsting in this playlist! we are clinging to the things that make us happy with both hands until our knuckles turn white!

Keith: i'm gonna be honest. i made him a playlist but i honestly don't think he cares about music very much. it's very important to some people! he's just not one of them! i haven't cracked this playlist open in a while but i'm pretty sure it's full of songs that i think he would conceivably train/work out to.

Shiro: this playlist involves the dumbest headcanon i have for shiro that has just not left me alone since i first thought of it. most of the playlist reflects the fact that he had an emo phase in middle school (that one isn't a headcanon, you just have to look at him to know) but BUT there are a few songs on here that are on here because. little known fact. he also went through a Twilight phase that he told nobody about. (keith knows. keith was there.) he has the entire twilight soundtrack memorized. he moved past the story but the music stays forever. he used to daydream about slow dancing to Flightless Bird, American Mouth. the first time Coran mentions that they have to avoid a place because there's a supermassive black hole there, he has to bite his tongue in order to keep a straight face. do NOT ask me why i believe this so wholeheartedly.

Allura's playlist sucks right now. I think it's because in my heart of hearts i know that, were she on earth today, she would go fucking nuts for taylor swift. i have ambivalent feelings for taylor swift. i cannot do allura justice like this. if you see my vision and have recs as to what might actually fit her, PLEASE.

Klance: i haven't done it yet but i'm gonna go through this and sort it to be a sort of progression of their relationship, starting with the more combative Rivalry songs, then slipping into "oh shit oh shit" songs, then maybe ending on the more lighthearted purely romantic songs <3

(i have two songs in a shallura playlist which does not at all encapsulate how much i'm obsessed with them. the tiny cop inside my head is just constantly screaming at me that i'm going to get yelled at for liking shallura. i am going to kill the cop inside my head.)

[rorimoon9597]

I think that I'll post a series of one-shots that are based off of my future AU of Voltron, with characters we love and new ones. The one-shots are going to mostly be based around the next Paladins of Voltron, three of whom are family and are related to the group from the show.

I'll probably end up posting about each of the characters that will be focused on, as well as a mood board of each of them.

I'm currently working on the first one-shot, which is going to be a life-or-death kind of situation. I hope that you guys enjoy it once I post it.

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Voltron Chronicles mood board

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rule #12 - through the tides

Rule #12 - Through the Tides - Fish in a Birdcage

➼ information ❧ Voltron ❧ Pairing: Hunk & Lance & Pidge ❧ Tags: shark attack, amputation, surfing, surfer! lance, no voltron lions au, blood and injury, harm to animals (the shark had it coming), hurt no comfort, nonbinary! pidge, gore ❧ Summary: Lance just wants to surf, but it seems like a creature of the sea has different plans in mind. ❧ Word Count: 1,837 ❧ Cross-posted from Archive of Our Own ❧ Original post date: 16 October 2023

➼ whumptober 2023 ❧ Day 16: Amputation ❧ Previous Day ❧ Next Day ❧ Masterlist

Author Note:

this is inspired by a VERY specific fanart of lance and shiro (not ship i dont think) where shiro is trying to comfort a crying lance, who is staring horrifiedly at his amputated arm. the nub has obvious shark bites, and the whole work is so compelling bc its like lance was hurt by the thing he loves THE MOST in the world (or that the fandom has assigned to him anyway) and nobody can understand his pain but shiro, who is also an amputee.

BUT YOU KNOW WHAT. I CANT FIND IT. i cant find the fucking fanart. its gone. if any loser reads this fic and happens to have the fanart somewhere. link me to it. or dm me on instagram or twitter. i am desperate. i am so utterly desperate idk what to do with myself

also faintly inspired by barbie's "a mermaid tale" but thats only because the only references i have to surfing are the movie and Teen Beach Movie and im gonna be honest, this is not like teen beach movie at all

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The ocean is Lance’s happy place. When he sets his feet in the cold salt water, the tension in his body from the day or week flows out of him like how the ocean waves ebb against the shore. His feet sink into the sand and seep between his toes. It’s a natural massage to work out his anxieties. The breeze rushes off the horizon, tossing his hair and cooling the sweat on his forehead.

He stares at the glittering sun in the midday sun. It brings him relaxation and adrenaline all at once; the water lapping his ankles is his calming massage, but the waves crashing further ahead call his name as though they are a crowd of excited fans. Lance doesn’t surf professionally, preferring to keep his hobbies and his career separate, but that doesn’t mean he won’t get a rush from the beachgoers watching him tackle the unforgiving ocean.

He adjusts the board under his arm and takes a deep breath. He spares one glance over his shoulder at his friends waiting on the safe sand. Hunk waves at him enthusiastically from where he’s building an already impressive sand castle considering they only arrived ten or so minutes ago, and Pidge smiles from their lounge chair. Their massive umbrella protects their fair skin from burning at the slightest touch of the sun.

Lance turns back to face the waves. A big wave builds in the distance, too far for Lance to get to in time. It’s a promise of a thrilling challenge yet to come. He doesn’t waste any longer and strides out to join the people swimming out in the ocean.

The chill of the ocean is a fresh of breath air to him. Most people — Pidge — complain about the bite and sudden cold, but Lance has never been able to understand that reaction. It’s like a mint for bad breath, a shower after toiling in the mud, and a payday after two weeks of hard labor. He embraces the slap of the crystalline water as though it’s an old friend, which in some ways, it is.

He hoists himself stomach-first onto the board and drifts when his feet can no longer touch the ground. He’ll propel himself now and again to keep moving in the right direction, but for the most part, he stays stagnant on the water. Waves come and go as they please; a good one is harder to catch than a mediocre one, and a gnarly wave is the rarest of them all. Unfortunately, Lance is in the mood for something huge to make the adrenaline rushing through his veins worth it, so he has to wait a long time.

Honestly, it’s not so bad. As long as he’s in the ocean, he can’t feel the edges of impatience creeping up on him. The sound of the water’s ever-constant movement is a melody to his ears and a remedy for his greed. He can stare for hours at the way the sun reflects off the water in dazzling bursts of light. It’s a phenomenon that can’t be replicated even if all of history’s best painters rose from the dead to collaborate on recreating the scene.

It can’t capture the smell of salt and seaweed, the gentle caress of the water on his hands and calves, or the happy people screaming and splashing each other in the distance. Seagulls circle overhead and dive when they find a fish straying too close to the surface, or they find a human to harass for bread and chips. The heat of the day burns on Lance’s tanned skin, unrelenting even as the thin clouds attempt to diminish its power.

It’s Heaven on Earth. Michelangelo could never hope to replicate it.

Lance spies a wave rippling in the distance. The water ripples, and the frequency of the sloshes near his board change. His heart picks up pace, and his arms start working to get closer to the rising wall. After years of surfing, he can easily tell which waves will end in a disappointing, diffused heap, and which ones will create a loop so large Lance can stand inside.

A shadow overcasts the water that the wave rises over, and the rush of the moving water overpowers the loud beachgoers closer to shore. His world narrows to him, the wave, and his board. Lance forces his board and himself underneath the wave, the ocean completely encasing him in sea water. He stays there for a moment, salt and water burning his eyes and flowing against his closed lips. The sounds of the surface world are muffled, and he can only distinctly hear the gushing water.

When he’s about to break the surface, he spots a form under the water. Lance has had close encounters with sea creatures before — fish, crabs, jellyfish, and other rather unfriendly animals that didn’t appreciate a human traversing their home. He’s never been upset when they pinch, bite, or sting; he is the trespasser. The ocean is not his home.

He’s been near sharks before but in every single instance, it was in a more or less controlled environment. The sharks were small, freshwater, and used to human presence. Experienced divers kept their noses and teeth from ever getting within biting distance.

In the split second after, he breaks the surface with his board clutched in a white-knuckled grip. All he can see now is the very tip of the shark’s gray fin coming straight towards him.

“Shark!” He screams as loud as he can, and he climbs onto his board as quickly as he can. The wave is still moving, on the brink of collapsing in the great surge he’s been waiting for. They travel fast, faster than he hopes the shark is willing to go to keep up with him. It’s not going to be the surf that he wanted, but by God is it going to be the one he’s going to get. It’s ride-or-die, literally.

Hazily, he hears the blow of whistles and the revving of the lifeguards’ waterskis. His heart beats too hard in his chest, and it nearly overpowers the sounds of the restless ocean. His board wobbles underneath him, threatening to knock him off with the slightest misstep. He knows it's the panic setting into him that’s throwing him off but his running mind can’t help but associate it with the shark moving in the depths below him.

The shark produces a massive shadow underneath his board and rocks Lance off-balance. It’s slippery from being completely under the water, and his tingling feet prevent him from a steady grip. His arms flail in the area to pull him back on the center of the board.

He’s still screaming his head off when he falls. It’s not completely off — his body is still on, but his hips straddle the board and his legs plunge into the ocean. He tries to pull them back up, but he notices the wave has left him behind.

Then pain explodes in his right leg.

He thrashes against the board, attempting to use his full body weight to dislodge the shark off his leg. But it holds fast. Lance can see its body as more than just a shadow, now. Its nose sticks out of the water, and its huge body moves back and forth with all of the effort it has to pull him underneath the waves.

Lance can hardly think past the bite, how it sears his leg in the worst agony he’s ever felt. He’s been burned, stabbed in a fight, beaten to a bloody pulp, yet nothing compares to this. His skin rips and tears under the huge, sharp teeth of the shark. It takes all of his core strength to keep on the board and not tip over, which means leaning on the other side. It’s taking off his leg, it’s taking off his leg, but he has to sacrifice it if he wants to survive.

Blood comes up in smokey waves to pool around him and the shark, mixing with the white steaks and bubbles created by their fight. Lance lets go only temporarily to punch the animal directly in the nose, which actually gets it to let go. Its body torques and thrashes in the water. Lance uses the short opportunity to bring his leg onto his board.

Except it doesn’t come out of the water. His knee comes up, but the space where his calf and foot should be is occupied by the overflowing pour of blood and flesh. Tendrils of the tendons the shark couldn’t get ahold of swing in the open air. His white bone peaks out from his knee, a small numb in comparison to the long bone that should continue the skeleton.

He screams, and he screams when the shark launches to finish the job, and he’s still screaming when a pair of hands hoist him off of his board and out the shark’s bloody, snapping jaw. Its beady eyes flash in the open air, staring directly at its prey before it flops under the water once more. It breaks his board in half from the crash of its massive body directly down the center.

Lance’s voice is hoarse, and his sobs are uncontrollable as he stares at his leg. Or rather, the absence of it. It throbs like it's still there. The pink and red bits of his flesh fly off in the wind from the speed of the jet ski. The lifeguard is saying something to him, but he can’t hear it over the engine of the machine and the static in his ears.

He’s never going to surf again. He’s never going to be able to walk on his right leg again. Not as flesh and bone, but as a wooden peg, metal, a machine, nothing but the air. It should still be there. He can still feel it. Parts of it remain; his liquid and solid insides still flow and burst into the area where it should be. It should be there.

But it’s not, and it’s unbearably painful and all he can do is sob as the pain overtakes all of his senses. Salt flies into the gaping wound, filling up the space where his leg should be. 

Where his leg isn’t. Where it never will be.

He’s sobbing when the paramedics drag him into the waiting ambulance, and he’s reduced to whimpers as the sheer pain overrides his consciousness. Hunk cries with him and holds his hand, and Pidge can’t seem to stop screaming, either.

He passes out thinking about his leg. How it’s gone and never coming back. but still hurts all the same, still mocks him in its presentation of being real and attached to his body. He sees the pink, pulsing flesh peeling from his knee in thick strips behind his eyelids. He feels the warm, blood-infested water, and stares into the gaping jaws of the shark that claimed his leg.

Then, the deep, watery darkness of unconsciousness.

[colour-catastrophe]

Keith Kogane - Voltron

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Coran aesthetic

Keith//Lance//Pidge//Hunk//Shiro//Allura

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For my Voltron fic found here.