THE BLUE PALADIN

( lance of v:ld rp blog ) - written by blue

[bluebonded-blog]

    “where am i supposed to get downloadable content in space?!”

[cherryandsisters-deactivated202]

Brothers all the way 

[bluebonded-blog]

     the air is pierced with the sound of his bayard-rifle, a blast of red light exploding from his sniper’s nest. the battle, for the most part, is over, the sentries destroyed and their commanding officer...

well. where he once stood, a headless corpse remains, greymatter splattered across the floor. he swallows; the gore is relatively (relatively) easy to ignore, although he can’t help but feel a tinge of guilt as he looks over at his single ally, pidge.

purple-red blood is soaked across the front of her armor, nearly covering the face of her helmet. he hadn’t really seen what happened the second before he shot, only that it was just in time.

       “pidge--!” he calls, as he jumps from the perch, jetpack slowing his fall until he lands with a soft impact. his expression is set in a grimace, and he shakily lifts a hand to smear off some of the blood that plasters across her helmet. “oh-- man. sorry, i-- are you okay?”

@impfiltration

[bluebonded-blog]

"lance..." she leans in to whisper, a hand covering her mouth. out of the corner of her eye, she stares back at the doe-eyed little girl. "your niece has been staring for...quite some time. is she alright?"

UPON ALLURA’S PROMPTING, he glances off to the side and at the starry-eyed face of his niece, aria. under normal circumstances, it would be rare to see her without one of her hundred barbie dolls in hand; it’s no wonder she can’t stop staring at the literal princess.

he leans back just slightly, making no effort to conceal a smile.

      “ she kinda digs princesses. ”

[yuujinchos-remade-blog]

let’s go down swinging.

[gringoslur]

If you love him, respect his culture (4/?): Varadero beach, Cuba.

Well, there’s only one planet with Veradero Beach, pizza shack looking over the water and the garlic knots and my mom’s hugs…[sniffles]…I’m sorry. I think this Nunvill is getting to me. I gotta go.

(PLEASE, DONATE/SPREAD THE WORD TO HELP THE CARIBBEAN)

[lifeinpoetry]

He was a type of burning.

Muriel Leung, from “This Is to Live Several Lives,” published in Nat. Brut

[wordsthat-speak]

Some days I woke up and got out of bed and brushed my teeth like any normal human being; some days I woke up and lay in bed and looked at the ceiling and wondered what the hell the point was of getting out of bed and brushing my teeth like any normal human being.

It’s Kind of a Funny Story (Ned Vizzini)

[miexr19]

@dremwur let them be friendssss

[greenbonded]

some miscellaneous lion headcanons: 

depending on how in sync a paladin is with their lion, when the lion’s hit in battle the paladin will feel the blow as if they were dealt it themselves. this applies to any strain or pain the lion feels, ex. if they were struggling to lift or move something heavy. 

the lions don’t communicate with words, but rather with thoughts, feelings, ideas. at least, that’s how it is with pidge and green. 

from the driver’s seat the paladins aren’t actually seeing through a ‘window’, but rather a projected screen showing them the view through their lion’s eyes. and when they’ve formed voltron, each paladin is instead seeing what voltron ‘sees’ from the black lion’s head. between that and highly advanced artificial gravity generators, even if voltron is standing straight with its hands at its sides, pidge will be sitting upright and feel like she’s facing forward. 

the cockpit is in the lion’s head, behind the eyes. it’s usually reached through an entrance in the mouth (unless the cannons are in the way) or a ramp that lowers from the lion’s chest, both which lead to the same staircase up to the head. but the lions also have lesser-used entrances that can be opened on their backs (but green’s is under the shield, so it’s usually blocked) and their bellies.

for the most part the lions are lead by their paladins, whether through the actual controls or commands through their mental bond. but the lions are perfectly capable of acting on their own. and while it’s highly uncommon for a lion to disobey their paladin, it could happen. the controls in the cockpit are more for guiding the lion, they don’t actually CONTROL it, and the lion can ignore or disobey any command they wish.

[lancesharpshooter]

I’m guessing a space ninja. Or maybe someone with magical powers?  You know, just spit-balling here. I don’t know. Let’s just keep tossing out ideas.

[lancenetwork]

Lance doing his leggy thing.

[latineheroes]

Lance in Voltron: Legendary Defender #4 

[bluebonded-blog]

"You know one of these days I'll have to teach you to make this stuff yourself." The Altean muses as he hands Lance a small tub of skin balm, a miffed, albeit amused expression on his features. "Then you won't have to take all of mine." He adds with a bit more of a smirk.

    “AW YEAH! You’re the man, Coran!” Eagerly, he takes the balm into his hands, practically bouncing up and down in place. No one can ever have too much exfoliation, as far as he’s concerned. He’d consider spreading the wealth to the others, if he didn’t want it all for himself.

He runs a hand through his hair, a sly grin spreading across his lips.

      “My face is gonna be as smooth as a Yel-more’s backside.”

[bluebonded-blog]

pinkbonded.

         HER HANDS shake a little as she lowers the rifle, but the grin on her face is wide and bright, her cheeks aching from the sheer force of it. The twin hearts in her chest beat rapidly and loud against her ribcage. It’s entirely unlike having to shoot a weapon in the midst of battle, especially with Lance’s smile and praise. 

She watches Blue stand in the midst of all the dirt, her eyes softening. There’s a distinct tone to Lance’s voice, enough so that for a beat she wonders at the squeeze of guilt, a sense of, ‘I didn’t mean to take your lion,’ but she knows Lance would never think it, let alone feel it. The circumstances were beyond either of their control. 

“By far one of the greatest.” She turns to him with a smile and rests a hand on his shoulder. “Unsurprising, considering the paladins she has chosen.” 

     “YEAH. I guess I am pretty great, too.” There’s a distinct lack of the same enthusiasm, but it’s only a blip, and it isn’t long before Lance is inhaling deeply, exhaling and then squaring himself up again, smile returning to his face. 

He does miss the old structure of their group, but any wistfulness is just as much replaced by happiness for Allura. It must feel good, after all, to be a Paladin, especially after hearing Coran’s story regarding the original group.

     “Hey, Allura?” He asks, now that the subject is on his mind, a rare genuity creeping into his tone. “Did you ever want to be a Paladin before? I mean-- I-I know you must have, but--- What did it feel like? Bonding with Blue.”

[bluebonded-blog]

I’m having more trouble writing a dumb 17 year old boy than I have writing a genocidal, sociopathic 1000+ year old warlord alien WHY

[bluebonded-blog]

Lance makes a lot of early 00s references, which is basically their universe’s equiv of the 80s, at this point. Back when he lives in Varadero, the local TV was pretty much always just really old reruns of shows. That being said, he’s intimately familiar with shows along the lines of True Blood, Supernatural, etc-- largely to blame from his sisters never changing the channel.