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// is green a giant box sort of lion, a yarn ball sort of lion, or a small (hopefully stuffed) mouse sort of lion?
❧ @lionessofthestars
green is definitely more of a mouse ( stuffed or not-so-stuffed ) lion. there’s more to do with mice than the other two items, and she gets bored of things quickly. with a mouse, you can fling and bat it around and play with it, you can tear into it with teeth and claws, and you can chase after them. …and in the case of live mice, you can observe them and see how they react to certain things, or how they behave with the environment around them.
all that said though, she won’t ( usually ) turn her nose up to a good box or ball of yarn. she’ll just find them boring after they’ve been slept in, destroyed, or have generally served their purpose.
You've no idea how happy I was to find your blog, my friends had seen me whining how badly I wanted a Green Lion blog to rp with and how I squealed when I came across your blog. It's seriously given me sm life with just the small bit we've written together so far and I can't wait to do more!
1-800-how’s my portrayal ❧ @katieundercover
aw, i’m so glad you were happy to find my blog!! i know that struggle with desperately wanting a certain character to interact with, and that character being fairly rarely played lmao. i’m also glad you’re enjoying the little bit we’ve done so far, and i’m really looking forward to doing more, too!!
@techspecialistofvoltron: ( x )
☆ ɢᴜᴀʀᴅɪᴀɴ ᴏᴈ ᴛʜᴇ ᴈᴏʀᴇᴤᴛ ☆ It’s been, what, a week? Yeah, that’s right, a week since her mom said she spoiled Kitty Rose too much. Scoffing about how even the best of cats didn’t deserve their own tuna melt. Katie mostly just rolled her eyes internally (Try that externally in the Holt house, and you got yourself the icy stare of death), going on to press how her pet had a humility range quantifiable along the septillion scale. Possibly while also trying to squeeze in some key-phrases glimpsed from her dad’s lecture notes. It was a claim that pushed the idea of exagerative to extravagant, but Katie was so sure of herself in the moment.
Only now does she meet her comeuppance, all in the form of fat, fluff-ball stretching across her monitor.
Her natural reaction, first, is to flinch away—at least enough so she wasn’t half-way curled over her laptop anymore. Next, of course, is to let loose a belated moan that spelled out all sorts of aggravation. She had been in the zone! Fingers flying across her keyboard at record speed, eyes primed onto every detail of her screens.
If she were interrupted by anyone else, someone who didn’t have cutesy paws or a delicate purr to save them (Never mind a cognitive understanding of human language that she recognized), Katie would be giving them an earful. All about how her focus had been shattered, and her work stalled.
No one can really yell at that little, whiskery face, though, huh? Glare and grumble at, for sure, but not yell.
“Come on, Kitty Rose.” Katie sighed, scooting her desk chair up close with a creak. “You just need to– Uh.” Hands tried coming in at every cardinal direction and those in-between, but faltered before anymore than the fringes of fur could be grazed. Either the position was awkward, or a little too close to fangs and nails for her liking. The most she has ever suffered were some shallow scratches and love-bites; still, sharp edges left the girl whine in the apprehensive key. She ended up just pinching at the corners of her laptop’s base, wondering the most humane way to slide her cat off her stuff. “Get up? Please? Mom is gonna think you’re even more of a brat.”
Well, she had succeeded in gaining attention, but it wasn’t going the way she had hoped. Rather than being lavished in soft coos, cuddles, and petting, the best way to remove her was being sought. Even with her eyes closed, Green could sense her cub’s hands trying to find a way to approach in order to lift her from the keyboard. Opening her eyes just a touch, the cat peered up at Katie for a couple of ticks, waiting to see if she would give in.
She didn’t.
At the mention of her cub’s mother potentially seeing her as even more of a brat, Green’s tail flicked in an indifferent, yet slightly frustrated way. She was not a brat, she was a lion of Voltron! And she required attention now. It had been far too lacking today, in her opinion.
In response to the whole thing, Green simply let out a quiet ‘merp’ before rolling onto her back, making a show of her unwillingness to move from her spot.
pidgeling.
@battlethought
For once her laptop wasn’t in hand, just a simple book. An old book on Altean engineering that Pidge found in Allura’s personal collection that she’d been given free reign to. The Paladins all had the day off to relax and recharge, so of course that meant Pidge was still doing something remotely intellectual. And when she reached what she thought was going to be the empty lounge, of course it was a pleasant twist that her lion was lounging on the couch. Of course Pidge was going to sit with her.
They’d all been traveling and fighting a lot lately. No mission, whether diplomatic or dangerous, was going to be completely safe. The lions may be laced with quintessance and virtually indestructible, but that didn’t mean they didn’t need rest periods too to recover just like their Paladins did. As soon as she’d sat down, Pidge’s hand was reaching to bury in her lion’s fur and give her some much deserved attention. She knew what her lion liked her to do, so it was done. Soon enough her fingers curled to start scratching the crown of her head and smile as her lion reacted accordingly.
“You can go back to sleep girl, I didn’t mean to disturb you. I’m just reading for awhile.”
Head leaning into the fingers, Green’s purr continued to rumble deep in her chest. Perhaps her Pidgeling had not meant to wake her, but she had regardless and, now that she was mostly awake, Green would remain so. ...For now. Some company from her Paladin was, in this moment, much better than continuing her nap.
‘ I have had enough rest for now. ’
The reply was simple, and the tone in her ( telepathic ) voice made it clear that she was content with these new occurrences. Blinking slowly, the lioness shifted a bit, just so that she could lie her head in Pidge’s lap. Yellow eyes glanced lazily over the book the girl had brought along, noting that it seemed vaguely familiar. Perhaps that was simply because it was clearly an Altean book, possibly one from the castleship’s library.
‘ What are you reading today, Pidgeling? Is here something new you intend to learn about? ’
Regardless of how the bipeds feel about him and of how she feels about him ( she's still not sure on that anyway ), Green can sense that Haxus is... lonely may not be the right word. It's what comes to mind first, though. Without saying anything, the synthetic lion comes up to where he sits on the floor and rubs her flank along his side. The top of her head comes to bump against his chin, and she settles half of herself down, uninvited in his lap, nosing at his hand, seeking pets and scritches.
Fluffy Pick Me Ups || Thank you! || @battlethought
Haxus had been only half paying attention to what was scrolling across the datapad in his hand. It wasn’t so much actual work as it was something to give the illusion that he was busy so the others would leave him alone. For an hour or so it seemed to be working… until a weight against his side told him that at least one person aboard the ship wasn’t buying it. He glanced down only to be quite surprised that it wasn’t Blion… then again she and Shiro had been out for most of the day on their own business. That left the ever-observant Green Lion.
His face scrunched up a bit at the gentle bump beneath his chin, and he let out a resigned huff as she settled in his lap. It only took a bit of persistence for her to get him to lift his flesh and blood hand to her head and begin gently scratching between her ears. He leaned his head back to rest against the wall as the creature in his lap began to purr quietly. There was no questioning, no curiosity, just quiet company… at the very least he could be thankful for that.
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blue.
( @battlethought // sc )
the castle was quiet, lights dimmed in the darkened cycle the alteans & humans all had agreed to, a poor imitation of ‘days’ & ‘nights’ the paladins had known all their lives. it was in the silence that blue padded toward the other hangers, checking up on her siblings despite the limp she herself carried. they all had taken damage in their last fight & despite pidge, hunk & coran’s help, they still needed time to repair their own damages.
satisfied with how the others were faring ( for now ) blue made her way to green’s bay, easily finding the other in the darkness. carefully she eased down beside her sister, nudging her in silent question.
are you okay?
While she heard the soft sound of her sister’s paws padding across the floor toward her, Green didn’t move from where she’d laid herself out, though she did turn her head in Blue’s direction. In silence, she watched the approach, watched the other settle down beside her, and it wasn’t until the question was there that she released a slow exhale.
‘ Of course. We’ve all been through worse. The damage will be fully repaired in time. ’
A small yawn parted Green’s jaws and she shifted, moving closer to her sister so that their sides were pressed together. The battle had been just another battle of many; she wasn’t particularly concerned or bothered by this one. It had been nothing, in the scheme of things, in the face of some of the other fights they’d taken on. But Blue was always one to worry more about the well-being of everyone than she, even after something fairly routine.
Playfully, but affectionately, the smaller lioness nudged her head against Blue’s.
‘ You worry too much, as always. ’
The black lion cocks her head, looking over the smaller lion before leaning down to lick Green's nose. {You, little one, need a bath}
❧ @lionessofthestars
‘ We’re the same age, you can’t call me “little one”. ’
A hefty huff escapes her – a pouty action which… doesn’t do much for her argument. She may be smaller than the others, but that makes her no less experienced than the rest of them!! Green has never taken well to being treated like a cub, even by this particular sibling. In a show of defiance, the smaller lion paws at her nose, as though to wipe away the affectionate lick that Black has just placed there. In reality though, it comes off as more petulant and childish than remotely mature or level-headed.
Giving her body a soft shake, fluffing up her fur in the process, Green does hazard a glance over herself and can’t help but note that… okay, maybe her sister is right about one thing. An indignant sniff, and she turns her attentionback to the larger lioness, putting on an act like she doesn’t enjoy grooming sessions with her siblings and wouldn’t love to have one right now.
‘ Though I suppose you have a point. I was exploring some of the dustier, less used parts of the castleship with my Pidgeling earlier… ’
♚
nonsexual acts of intimacy / / accepting ❧ @katieundercover
♚: head scratches
Despite hearing the familiar footsteps approaching and feeling the familiar figure drop down next to her on the couch in the lounge, Green doesn’t move from the place where she’s been laying, napping on and off for the last varga or two. The only real acknowledgement she shows in recognition of her Paladin joining her is a small flick of her ear. She’s comfortable, after all, and has no interest in moving for anything. Besides, she figures that Pidge will cuddle up comfortably next to her or start idly talking to her, neither of which she minds in the least – especially since it means she doesn’t have to move.
It takes a few moments as the Pidgeling gets herself comfortable on the couch, but eventually Green feels a hand on her head, stroking gently though the fur. Ohhh, yes, good, pets are always very much appreciated. And yet, things get even better a tick later as her Paladin’s fingers begin to scratch, finding all the right places which she knows the lioness particularly enjoys receiving affectionate scritches. A soft purr begins to rumble in Green’s chest, and soon enough she can’t help but lift her head and lean into Pidge’s hand, encouraging her to continue while also moving to show her where to focus her attention next.
‘ At least you woke me from my nap for something important. ’
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MAJESTIC MAJESTIC MAJESTIC *blip blorp blip blorp bloop borp*
nonsexual acts of intimacy --- select from the following for my muse to respond to:
♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes
♕ : Holding hands
♖ : Having their hair washed by your muse
♗ : Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse's lap.
♘ : Cuddling in a blanket fort
♙ : Sharing a bed
♚ : Head scratches
♛ : Sharing a dessert
♜ : Shoulder rubs
♝ : Reading a book together
♞ : Caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which)
♟ : Patching up a wound
♤ : Taking a bath together
♧ : Your muse playing with their hair
♡ : Accidentally falling asleep together
♢ : Forehead or cheek kisses
♠ : Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.
♣ : Back scratches
♥ : Your muse crying about something
♦ : Slow dancing
Just to be clear -
Even if we have never interacted, you are more than welcome to send me memes. Sentence memes, text memes, questions about my muse. It’s a great way to start something new between muses. If you want to interact, but none of my starters are interesting, send me a meme. If you want to know my muse better, send me a meme. If you just have nothing better to do and want to see if something will develop between our muses, send me a meme.
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No, NO—
What is it WITH you people and creatures alike, always licking him! This is not acceptable! His fuzz is fine as it is, it’s styled that way! N… Not that any form of protest seems to matter to anyone these days, as Nico has come to realize, meaning that the literal walking Banana has also figured he may as well accept his fate. There is no escaping.
(Why do they think he looks like a mess? He kinda pouts at that. He styles it this way…)
…
So long as he gets to pet the ‘offending’ critter, he figures he can put up with a spot of uh. Grooming or whatever it is. They look soft, surely they feel just as much… Oh…
The lack of protest is a nice change, actually. Usually when she sits one of the humans down to groom them, they complain or wriggle around, which makes the process incredibly difficult. This is much easier, and it has Green settling down comfortably ( for once ) as her tongue rasps through the Midoan’s fur. The idea that he might style it like this, purposefully makes it look a disaster doesn’t even occur to her -- it simply looks to her like he got out of bed without grooming himself this morning.
What makes it even better is when he reaches out and pets her. That makes this the perfect exchange: one of them gets tidied up while the other gets some much needed attention. A pleased, albeit quiet, purr rises from the lioness, indicating that he is perfectly welcome to continue.
‘ You put up much less of a fuss than the other cubs do. ’
Lion Swap but from the lions perspective
Red: Hey. Hey, Blue. Hey.
Blue: What?
Red: Lemme have your paladin
Blue: What? Why?
Red: I like him. I wanna try him out
Blue: But I like him :c
Red: Plzzzzzzzzz. You can have the Princess.
Blue: Fiiiiiiiiine. But I want him back.
Red: Thx, boo
Yellow: awww. That's nice. Hey Green maybe we should-
Green: Touch my paladin and I will personally turn you into a trash can
haxus.
The Dreian knew how childish his behavior was at the moment, how childish some would say his anger was. Just as with his brother, he’d lost the person he’d grown closest to, and dealt with it by focusing his resentment on those in the immediate vicinity, whether they were directly to blame or not. At least the anger was more often buried by the apathy that he found himself sunk into, apathy and acceptance that his current situation, though far from ideal, would do until something better suited to his talents came along.
“Please. He’s Emperor to me in name only, nothing more. I owe him no sort of allegiance,” Haxus snapped quietly. It was the only reason he hadn’t taken an escape pod and fled back to the Empire the first chance he got: nothing awaited him there but execution for his failures. Soldiers were meant to be expendable: he would have died for his Commander had he seen no other options, but such mentality extended to Sendak and absolutely no one else.
He fixed the lion with a scrutinizing eye.
“Legend says Voltron destroyed the Galra homeplanet after Alfor told them their emperor was dead, only for Zarkon to send a message declaring war on Altea for what they did. So forgive me if the start of it seems almost like some sort of setup on his part. Zarkon fighting back against his friends seems to have been justified.”
A huff of a breath, half in exasperation and half in irritation, Green rolled her head as though to roll her eyes before once again fixing the Dreian with a firm, piercing gaze. The true events of the past were not what was up for debate here, it was the results that were the point of the whole thing.
‘ I don’t have an interest in arguing over what happened in the past, nor who was at fault. The point of the matter is that you are not the only one who has suffered the loss of those closest to you. ’
With that said, however, the lioness appeared to relax slightly, her gaze becoming more appraising and less scrutinizing. What Haxus had said before his own interpretation of past events was something of interest to her, something she wished to explore further. Considering most Galra she’d come across who were on the Empire’s side pledged their allegiance to Zarkon, this was something of a fascinating revelation.
‘ Your allegiance laid with your Commander alone, is that what you’re saying? I admire that, actually. You have a loyalty to those you truly believe in and, presumably, believe in you. Trust you. Perhaps even care about you. That is far more wise than blindly following and being loyal to a single leader, one who would give you up in an instant if he gained something from it. ’
A pause, and the lion glanced off to the side in thought, her tail continuing to twitch.
‘ For whatever it may be worth, I am sorry for what happened to your Commander. I know nothing I can say to explain the situation will lessen anything that you feel, so I won’t bother. However, I will say that surely you must understand at the very least that it was a likely outcome, regardless of how it came about? We are enemies, after all. ’
