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they’re a 10 but they’ve seen all of voltron legendary defender
#voltron#vld#i still went to church while participating in voltron#voltron survivor#voltron legendary disaster#voltron lance#voltron keith#voltron shiro#voltron allura#voltron pidge#voltron hunk#what a shit show#funny#relatable#she’s a 10 but#he’s a 10 but#they’re a 10 but#lmao#funnies#shitpost
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in Voltron Survivor, Coran's the host. Allura, Keith, and Shiro are all the ones everyone guesses as most likely to win, but Allura over does it and gets voted off, Shiro's a "really sorry but if any of us have a chance it's only because you're not here" voted off, and Keith gets an injury and nearly fistfights the medic helicopter to stay in the game. Hunk manages well and goes pretty far before he ends up making a reverse alliance where everyone votes him off and he's visibly trying not to cheer as his flame is snuffed. Lance surprises everyone by winning bc he's just so friend-shaped and that disarms anyone from voting him off
YES LOL I think he goes in super cocky, but by week two he's ditched smack talk and is all about forming natural alliances and making sure the camp has it's bases covered, which can't help but to endear him to the competition. He talked shit out the gate but I think would truly be such a team player AND such a hype man, when his head wasn't on the chopping block lol, and he doesn't get voted off consistently bc everyone's got bigger fish to fry, and low-key think that if they got to the final council with him they would get more votes. Next thing they know, the underdog has become the rock of the tribe 😩👌
The more I think about it the more sprawling thoughts I have on The Game that everyone plays but HONESTLY u are so on point, I think you've got it in one!!!!
#pidge gets voted out first bc of being tiny#but her personality clashes w Allura are what exposed Allura's weakness RIP#asks#Voltron SURVIVOR#puppetmaster55#thanks for indulging me LMAO
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She doesn’t hear him come in. She doesn’t hear a knock at the door, or his footsteps on her ornate Fluxian rugs, although that’s not too unusual. Lance is silent when he walks. But she doesn’t hear him until she hears the rustle of her bed canopy, feels her giant duvet being pulled over her head.
She supposes she should be startled by her friend’s sudden appearance in her room. Perhaps angry — she has insisted that he knock more times than she can count, and he never listens.
Instead she bursts into tears.
“Oh, Allura,” he murmurs, crawling on top of the bed immediately and placing an arm around her. He squeezes tightly, rocking her back and forth as he moves. “It wasn’t your fault.”
She doesn’t bother answering. She only sobs harder, muscles tense, refusing to take any comfort in his hold. She does not deserve comfort. Not when her failure came at a cost so deep.
“Millions dead,” she whispers, hiccuping around the word. “Millions.”
Lance stays silent. He offers no further platitudes, doesn’t bother to argue or try and change her mind. He’s already said his piece. Instead he simply squeezes once, then pulls away slightly. For a moment Allura is disappointed, then angry with herself for feeling that disappointment at all, but before she can follow that train of thought there’s a gentle pull of her hair and she realizes he’s gotten a brush.
He says nothing as he combs through her hair. He doesn’t ask her to move, doesn’t try to stop her tears. He simply lets her cry, knees tucked under her chin, and silently runs a brush through her hair. Whenever he reaches a tangle — and there are many, she’s been sitting blankly with her bedcovers over her head for stars know how long — he simply sets the brush down and begins to work it through carefully with his fingers. He never tugs on the hair, and it never hurts. It’s only soft, soothing strokes until her cries fade into sniffles.
“It’s not your fault,” he repeats when the tears have started to dry on her cheeks. His voice is firm, unarguable.
“We were minutes too late. The wormhole — I’ve moved us faster. I didn’t use enough urgency.”
His cool fingers brush the side of her neck as he gathers her newly brushed hair and she shivers. He sections off a piece of it, pinning the rest out of the way. She hears him weave some of the long, kinky strands together in a braid.
“How do you know that they weren’t waiting for us?” he asks quietly. “All information we had pointed to a small fleet; dangerous but not deadly. There was no reason for us to suspect that a Zaiforge canon was in the mix, because none of their communications said there would be.” He unpins another section of hair and gets to work. “The plan was to ambush us, ‘Llura. They used the planet as collateral.”
Deep down, she knows this to be true. She watched Zarkon and his forces do this countless times before she lost her own people to his tyranny.
But the guilt still lingers.
Seconds.
She was seconds too late to stop him, and for her error an entire planet was eradicated.
“Do you think they saw it coming?” she asks in a small voice.
Do you think they died afraid? is what she really means.
Lance says nothing for a long moment. His hands still, and his breathing quickens slightly.
Her heart sinks. He knows the answer just as she does, and he will not lie to her.
“There’s this song, on Earth,” he says, returning to her braids. “Our planet is broken into hundreds of nations, and they’re always in conflict with each other. Some moreso than others. One of the conflicts involves deadly nuclear weapons. If one country decides to fire, the rest will as well. Our entire planet is at constant risk of annihilation because our governors care more about their stupid pride than life.” His voice shakes by the end of his sentence, fury lining his voice. She is completely still, hanging onto every word, confused at the subject change but intrigued despite her horror. “Most of us who are aware of the issue live with a constant terror, even if it’s only in the back of our minds, that at any moment our planet could blow the hell up and there’s not a single thing we can do to survive it.”
She glances over her shoulder, no longer able to listen quietly. He avoids her gaze, brown eyes trained intently on his task. “That’s horrifying. All of you just…live like that?”
He shrugs. “Very little we can do to stop it.”
She starts to see the connection he’s making, the line between her heavy guilt and his planet’s fear.
She swallows. “…You can live with the fear?”
“There’s a song,” he repeats. He hums a slow, sad beginning. “‘We creep up on extinction, I pull your arms right in; I weep and say ‘goodnight, love’, as my organs pack it in…’”
He sings the song for her softly, following the final moments of a young couple, quietly dressing each other for their own funerals, dancing as their planet burns to the ground.
“There’s a peace to acceptance,” he says as his hums come to an end. He ties up her last braid and tugs her around to face him. He meets her eyes, finally, and reaches over to grab her hands, squeezing gently. “They were with their people and loved ones, as they died. They were afraid but they will be avenged. It’s not your fault, Allura.”
A tear drops down her cheek, dropping onto their joined hands. She watches it splatter, and finally lets herself believe that her friend is right, that he wouldn’t lie to her, that maybe — just maybe — she’s not at fault for this tragedy.
And maybe Altea wasn’t her fault, either.
“Okay,” she whispers.
He smiles, squeezing her hands one more time before pulling her out of bed and towards the door. “Good. Now, come on. Hunk made some food, we’re all waiting for you.”
#i haven’t written an allura story in a hit fucking minute which is a travesty#vld#voltron#allura#princess allura#lance#lance mcclain#lance & allura#they are so close to me. and what about it#allura angst#langst#hurt comfort#hurt/comfort#survivor’s guilt#my writing#fic#longpost#friendship
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HELLO??
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New fic idea? With no title yet? And I don’t really have a summary just yet, but basically it’s a voltron The Forest au (bc ive been playing way too much of that game). Think a bit like the tv show Lost? Or The Wilds? But with more comedy and it’s also pretty close to crack treated seriously, featuring Keith having to be the leader of a ragtag group of survivors as everyone slowly becomes more crazy than even he is. And Lance being a badass, and everyone being a badass really. Anyway, let me know if you think it’s interesting enough to post on ao3??
Also! I should note, Keith and Lance are strangers in this fic and I, for one, firmly believe that Lance would flirt with anything with legs if it wasn't for the fact that Keith and him were rivals in canon.
CW: A plane crash, minor injuries including bruising and a bit of blood, and a dead body
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Keith’s head was ringing something fierce as he came back to a slow consciousness. God, maybe this was why he never slept on planes if this was the apparent outcome. He blinked out the stubborn weariness from his eyes. The sound -the real sound- slowly welled back up, birds chirping distantly.
…Wait, birds? Why would he be hearing birds on a plane-?
And that’s when he saw it. Over the tops of the shitty main cabin seats in front of him, between the useless dangling oxygen masks, there was a forest.
Not like out the window or like some fake painted on trees to make it not seem like they weren’t in a metal tube flying high in the sky. There was an actual forest filled with actual trees a good few rows in front of him, all framed by the broken-in-half plane.
Ok, no, maybe he did sleep on planes because that absolutely wasn’t real. Not a chance in hell. Keith sat up to try and find more evidence that this was clearly just a stress dream, only to cry out in abrupt stabbing pain from his midsection. He looked down, wincing as he pulled out his shirt slightly. He was met with his own skin painted with a mirage of angry purples and blues around the edges of where the thick seatbelt still held him in place.
A bruise. He had a bruise all along his lower stomach. Which would make sense to have if the seatbelt stopped him from going forward extremely abruptly. Like, let’s say, in the event of a plane going from some super fast speed that Shiro would know to an absolute and utter zero. And that only happened when…
In a second of what he would later convince himself was momentary hysteria, all he could think was, damn, looks like we aren’t making it to the connecting terminal on time.
He then much more rationally jolted forward in his seat again (and was greeted with the same sparking pain) at the fact that the plane had fucking crashed. What the fuck? What the FUCK?!
As quick as lightning, Keith undid the stupid seatbelt and turned to Shiro beside him. The man was still out like a light, but breathing, thank fuck. He checked diligently for anything seriously wrong (shrapnel, lacerations, currently bleeding anything- oh god, oh fuck? What was happening?).
Somewhere near Shiro’s hair and all across his nose area was covered in dried blood, a bruise forming around the former. That definitely meant a concussion, right? Keith wasn’t a doctor, he had no idea how to check that. The blood seemed to be slowing to a crawl, which was probably good.
There wasn’t anything majorly wrong on his body so it seemed. Or at least, there wasn’t anything wrong that wasn’t already wrong. His arm was missing, which sounded terrible until it was taken into account that it was his already amputated arm… From a plane crash… A different plane crash… Oh, Shiro was going to be so pissed when he woke up. Who gets into two plane crashes??
A groan coming from directly behind him derailed that train of thought. Keith whipped around to look at the source of the noise (much to his strongly protesting body). A tanned, narrow-faced guy somewhere around Keith’s own age was slowly blinking his way into consciousness just like Keith had. His face was full of freckles and what looked like only a few slight bruises from where Keith could see. Overall, the other… survivor looked to be in about as good a shape as Keith was.
Jesus, just the thought of saying ‘survivor’ was not really sinking in. They had survived a fucking plane crash. That wasn’t a thing that just happened, much less twice in Shiro’s case. He even joked that he was flying with Shiro because lightning never struck the same spot twice. Evidently, it fucking did. Maybe he shouldn’t have tempted the universe like that…
“Mullet?”
Keith refocused on the guy now staring at him, scoffing at the incredibly slurred and equally confused ‘nickname’.
“Are you… dying or whatever?” Keith asked.
The guy tilted his head, his face scrunching up at the question until he refocused on the mask sitting securely on his nose. He yanked it off as careful as a band-aid, watching it strangely as it bounced back up toward the ceiling.
The guy turned back to Keith, a silent question in his eyes. It seemed to answer itself though, as the stranger’s widening eyes filled with the soft sunlight trickling in over Keith’s shoulder.
“Ho-ly crow,” The other survivor shook himself like that’d get him to wake up. Keith understood the feeling.
“I… I think the plane went down,” Keith winced at his own statement. Obviously the fucking plane went down. No plane landed fine with only half of it left, especially not just the back half.
“Looks like it,” The guy replied hollowly before his face filled with alarm, “Oh my god! Hunk! Pidge!”
Blue Shirt (he really needed to learn this guy's name, but that would have to do for now) turned to his oddly named friends. Which was Hunk and which one was Pidge, Keith had no idea. They seemed to be like Shiro, alive but not quite up yet, if the sigh of relief Blue Shirt let out said anything.
The guy turned back to Keith with a lot more awareness, “What happened??”
“Like I said, the plane-”
“No, no, I don’t need the obvious! Clearly!” The guy frantically gestured over the seats, “I meant like, how are we even, you know?”
“Alive?” Keith finished, “I don’t have a damn clue.”
“And what about everyone else?” Blue Shirt asked.
Keith tilted his head.
“Like, the other people. There was a- a cute, little elderly couple right over there,” Blue Shirt pointed across the aisle, “Where did they go? Where did everyone else go?”
Probably thrown from the plane, Keith’s mind darkly supplied. He didn’t, however, want to come off as a complete freak to the only other survivor awake right now.
“Maybe they already got out?” Keith tried (and failed) to sound optimistic.
The guy frowned, seemingly trying to process that, “...Right. Okay. And they probably just left us because… because… Because! They didn’t know how injured we were, and that’s, like, a rule! Totally! You don’t move the injured people because their spines could be damaged and everything! Trust me, I’ve watched all of Grey’s Anatomy, even the truly bad seasons.”
Very trust-inducing, Keith didn’t voice. He nodded tentatively despite that thought.
Blue shirt stood- oh goddamnit, this was getting annoying, “Hey, what’s your name?”
“Hm?” The guy stretched out in the aisleway, pain evident in his face, “Oh, um, right. The name’s Lance, but you can call me the man of your dreams.”
“W- what?” Keith definitely didn’t squeak that out. Also his face definitely didn’t go tomato red. Also his heart didn’t feel like it just had a palpitation. Also- You know what, shut the fuck up. How was he supposed to react to that?? Who realized they were in a plane crash and immediately f- flirts with the only other awake survivor???
Lance (the man of Keith’s apparent dreams, what the fuck, what the fuck, what the-) grimaced in what looked like sincere apology, “Sorry, sorry, not the place. I think my head’s a bit, uh, scrambled, you know? From all this? Anyway, what’s your name, Mullet Man?”
“...Keith,” He dragged out of his mouth (stop fucking staring at the pretty guy who just trauma-flirted with you), “And it’s not a mullet.”
Lance put a hand on his hips, or tried to. He winced at the touch and let it drop, “Puh-lease. I spotted that thing the moment you walked on the plane. Shorter in the front?”
“I guess,” Keith answered tersely.
“And longer in the back?” Lance raised an eyebrow.
“Yes?”
“Ha! See, that’s literally the definition of a mullet: business in the front party in the-” Lance abruptly choked on the air, hand going to cover his mouth as his eyes went wide as saucers. He stumbled backwards, grabbing on to the flimsy blue seats to stop himself from falling completely, “O- oh my god.”
Keith stood ready to catch Lance, expecting to see him losing blood or something, “What’s wrong?”
With a face three shades paler, Lance pointed over Keith’s shoulder. Was… was he just now processing their wrecked plane? Even after they talked about it? Nevermind. Trauma was weird sometimes. That was what his old therapist used to say at least. Maybe it was still settling and that’s why Lance kept going on weird, unnecessarily long tangents?
“The plane crashed,” Keith repeated slowly like he was talking to a spooked deer, “Are you hurt or-?”
“N- no, Keith, look,” Lance demanded, voice shaking.
Keith turned in confusion to follow Lance’s eyes only to be meet with-
Oh.
Oh.
A woman -one of the stewardesses, Keith assumed by the neatly pressed uniform- laid dead-eyed in front of them. Her limbs were sprawled out, her head haloed by the bent edges of where the broken plane met the open air. Grimly, Keith thought that that made sense. Of course not everyone would survive a goddamn plane crash.
But then he noticed what killed her. It wasn't being tossed by the aggressive turbulence, nor was it the excess metal shrapnel from around the edge of their halved plane, no.
Glimmering there in all the glory of the midday sun was a bloodied axe buried squarely in the middle of her chest.
#voltron fic#the forest au#klance fanfiction#fanfic#keith voltron#lance voltron#shiro voltron#hunk voltron#pidge voltron#allura voltron#coran voltron#those two will eventually be in it#leader Keith#and everyone else is a little bit crazy#where are all the other survivors?#whats going on?#read and find out ooooo!#klance
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So I had to start wearing a wrist compression glove recently for my dumb nerve health or whatever, and I looked down at it while drawing tonight and took 10d6 psychic damage.
I can never escape. Not really.
(Flash Warning)
#it’s 2am#don’t ask me why I made this#other than shame idk#this edgy twink haunts the dark corners of my mind#this felt like a true psychic attack#I am a V*ltr*n survivor#these are my war flashbacks lol#old fandom#keith kogane#where’s my voltron veterans card
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also im watching the witch from mercury since i couldn't get into dungeon meshi. wow women
#bwark#my flatmate has been saying for a while that i would enjoy it. we're both survivors of voltron so yeah that makes sense#only two episodes in and i am enjoying it. prologue made me cry. lesbians are abound. it's promising so far
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SPOILERS FOR
Supernatural Finale, Teen Wolf Movie, Plague Tale Requiem ending, Fallout 4 ending, The Maze Runner - The Death Cure
Crying about the dead gay angel and the dead traumatized closeted brooding werewolf man and the traumatized white-haired cyborg space dad of a bunch of traumatized kids and the teenage girl who killed millions trying to protect her brother but had to kill him anyway and the parent who faced the end of the world trekking across a wasteland to reach their son ultimately for him to be the enemy and the boy who had to be killed by his lover who was immune to the virus that was plaguing his blood and the...
#castiel#supernatural#derek hale#teen wolf#takashi shirogane#voltron#amicia de rune#a plague tale requiem#fallout 4#sole survivor#the maze runner#newt maze runner#thomas maze runner#newtmas#someone put me out of my misery
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What the hell, that’s actually a really funny line
#mobbtalks#I think the fact I’m working on the five dragons again has like. flushed my brain back to a lot of old unfinished projects#this is from a take on the adventure zone balance where Taako can see Lup’s ghost the whole time#but the have No Way to communicate so really it’s a lot of frustrated charades#I’m also being fucking. haunted. by Voltron. I am not doing it I am not writing it but there was an au idea I had years ago#that had decided to move back into my head WITHOUT permission#basically at the start of Voltron they show up on the castle or w/e and wake up allura and. other guy. right#well the idea I had was what if they don’t do that#it would have picked up multiple years later when Pidge(? I think) managed to reconnect some faulty relay and the pods come back online#I think they were like stasis/healing pods? rough getting around w/o those#and essentially it would be like. a real deep dive onto allura and other guy#if I remember right they essentially are the last survivors of their whole race. a desperate last hope#how would they feel waking up to find that a group of people have done it without them? people from a planet that doesn’t even know Voltron#it was gonna have a lot of focus on grief and the lions and change#and i refuse. not doing it. nuh uh can’t make me Get Out Of My Head#a real big focus on team as family which as far as I can recall the real Voltron never really did NOT DOING IT NO#anyway this taz fic has a lot of really good lines actually but this is my favourite
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#I think group projects could maybe be improved#by if it was like survivor style vote a member off the island#and then maybe possibly that could lead to world peace#slav#slav every day#voltron#man fuck John#my guy hasn’t done a single slide and we’re presenting *tomorrow*
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“I can’t believe (x) attracted a toxic fandom, it’s so cute and wholesome!” is exactly the kind of naïve mindset that’s prevalent in lots of geeky social circles that makes them attractive to narcs and predators. If your fandom has a lot of people who reflexively assume someone is a good person because they like the ‘right’ art and/or fight for the ‘right side’ of slapfests, and there’s easy access to children, the space will become a safe haven for manipulators and delusional narcissists because there’s a seemingly never-ending supply of potential victims and enablers.
#also see articles on why predators tend to target religious communities#not even efforts to make fandoms safer for minors/marginalized groups/survivors were immune to what I described. got co-opted REAL quick#fandoms#fandom#fandom culture#discourse#toxic fandoms#steven universe#my little pony#my hero academia#voltron legendary defender#fandom adults#ya media#anime#weeb culture#geek culture#nerd culture#radicalization#geek culture radicalization#radicalization of a normie#shipping#shipping fandom
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girl help i’m genuinely considering finally watching voltron season 8 after five years of refusing to because it might be the thing to break this hyperfixation.
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VF PIDGANCE FOR THE OTP QUESTIONS GO HAM BESTIE IDC WHICH ONES PICK ANY
YOU FOOL I ALMOST DID ALL OF THEM AND THERE'S NO TIME FOR THAT
3. who compliments the other in front of everyone?
Definitely Lance complimenting Pidge nonstop, Pidge is usually super busy in the hangar, but that doesn't stop Lance from being gooey about him
4. Who's more likely to tell a pun and what's the other's reaction to it?
No-brainer here, Pidge doesn't stop telling puns just because they're dating, it's his LIVELIHOOD. Lance does sometimes laugh, but mostly he just rolls his eyes at his genius's stupid jokes
7. Who introduces their partner to their family first? How does it go?
Lance is an orphan so the only other option is Pidge introducing him to his adoptive family but not as his boyfriend. They met a while back and Pidge's family loved him especially because he was helping keep Pidge safe. Chip also met Lance way back and they get along, but when Lance and Pidge are official he's not very happy about it because he thinks Pidge can do way better (Pidge points out that chip's crush on hunk is similar just in a different font, which chip vehemently denies)
#toast talks#ask answered#🥖nat🥖#mutuals!!#voltron#voltron force#vforce11#voltron force 2011#ask game#for context on the last one#lance canonically is an orphan since the comics and in v3d#he's the sole survivor of his village after an attack which is where he gets his aggression towards Doom from#so fans have applied it to the other lances sans ld since that's a hard reboot#Pidge is also an orphan but he and his twin got adopted out at an age where they could remember it#however i hc that pidge was orphaned and then adopted before he could even remember it#but they didnt get much time together since they shipped Pidge and Chip off to the garrison on earth after being lied to by the GG#thanks for the ask Nat!!
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there should be a support group for voltron fandom survivors that shit left marks on my soul
#not just the fandom voltron survivors in general#THIS A VERY SERIOUS TOPIC SO I SOUND SERIPUS#DO YOU KNOW I SHED TEARS#fuck voltron all my homies hate voltron#im sorry#i miss them tho#voltron
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real footage of me in the hospital after heart surgery
#heart surgery#keith kogane#keith#im in love#egg#i could die#but i wont#im a survivor#voltron legendary queerbait#voltron#gay for keith kogane
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Each cartoon I’ve watched is like a cherished old friend, and every time I rewatch content for it it’s like meeting up for lunch and talking about how our lives are going. <3
And then Voltron Legendary Defender is like a sour acquaintance I once knew who DESPERATELY wanted to be in with my friendship group but nobody liked them (for good reason) and now we are both bitter about it whenever we see each other on the street in passing. 😡🫵
#Voltron Slander#coming out as a VLD survivor#okay but also I was never THAT into Voltron so that’s probably why#Voltron#cartoon
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