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SHUT UP I LOVE THE HEADCANON THAT KEITH THOUGHT LANCES NAME WAS TAYLOR BECAUSE LANCE KEPT SAYING THEY CALL ME THE TAILOR THAT’S SO FUNNY COZ WHEN LANCE SAYS ‘UH THE NAMES LANCE’ KEITH JUST BLANKS BECAUSE WHO THE FUCK IS LANCE AND WHY DOES HE LOOK LIKE TAYLOR DJDJDJHDJJR
The Best Headcannon I’ve ever heard!
Keith names his space dog Lance bc he blu
-Jay
Would any of you like to see some old stories of mine? As in original works, not fanfics. I’ve had a case of writers block lately and rather not give y’all half assed stories. I would like to give you some content and this is the only thing I can think of. Let me know if this is a thing you’d like to see.
-Avi
Consider the following
Keith has no bellybutton because he was hatched.
-Jay
Hii!^^ i just discovered your blog, and i saw that you don't write reader inserts? not to be stupid, really, buuut what are exactly reader inserts?😅
Jay is the one who doesn’t write reader inserts. I however do. Reader inserts are basically fics or headcanons using you or (y/n). They are basically meant for the reader to insert themselves into the story. Sometimes s/o can be interpreted this way. Personally I don’t mind them, but not everyone likes them but I do both characters and reader inserts and Jay just does characters. It’s all down to preference. I hope that helped!-Avi
Hey another ask! First off I love your writing. I don't get why people continue to send in hate? Why are they targeting your blog specifically? And who has that much time to hate? So anyway how would Shiro take care of an s/o with foot surgery headcanons would be great! (just got surgery and it sucks) please don't give up writing because a lot people like your blog including me :)
I’m pretty sure they were trying to start some discourse and that sort of stuff. I’m also sure it was one person. They sent in multiple asks in one big paragraph sorta. They were mad that we had some stuff for shieth on this blog and very little klance or other ships. We try to keep this blog discourse free and you’re welcome to send in requests for whatever ship, shieth just happens to be the ones requested and Jay likes it so. I don’t have strong opinions on ships, ship what you want i cant stop you, just don’t bring your discourse here. The anon also accused me of being Jay? I don’t get it, lots of blogs have multiple mods. Then they got mad because i posted pictures of my brother and I playing Shadow of the Colossus? I don’t know.I think they were just mad and I was the one unfortunate enough to be the one they chose to take it out on. Thanks for your words of encouragement thought! It’s nice that people enjoy our writing.
-Avi
Shiro
Surgery in general just sucks
he’ll suddenly become like your butler
need and ice pack? there he goes
want food? Go speed racer go
pillows? guess what you have 20 now
He’ll carry you around everywhere
bridal style or piggy back. Whichever you prefer.
He would rather you stay in bed though
The must experience he’s had with something akin to surgery is having his wisdom teeth pulled which sucks btw
this is kinda his basis for the pain and he defaults to what his parents did for him
so essentially he does a lot of things for you but as you get better it becomes less and less
hates seeing you in pain in general and constantly asks if you need pain meds
if you tell him to stop he will
he loves just sitting in bed and cuddling whether your watching something or not
he will take you to places that are easy with crutches
speaking of crutches he’ll defiantly get you something for under the arms
I broke my ankle a long time ago and I used some bandannas but I’ve seen people use everything from towels to stuffed animals
he loves you so all of this is worth it
Damn this is really starting to be a lot of excuses
Yeah I know I’ve been inactive for a long time. School and life were just hating me and I’ve finally had a break and all I want to do is sleep. I also haven’t had much motivation. The last thing I posted was something I spent days on and no one liked it. That was a little crushing, but hey that’s how things go. There was also a couple of anon hate messages directed at me (the kill yourself ones and the works) I deleted them because I’m pretty sure the people sending them just want the attention but whatever. So sorry. I will try to get something up
-Avi
You asked for some requests? Uhhh how about some cute nighttime routine for whatever ship you want?
Sheith NightTime Routine Head cannons!
•Keith’s favorite thing to do before bed is put on his boyfriend’s sweats and one of his Tees, there are /way/ to big for this smol boy
-Shiro thinks it looks adorable
•Shiro’s favorite thing to do before bed is take off his shirt, who could blame him with the way Keith drools over his chest
•Sometimes Shiro will attempt to Braid small, different types of braids into Keith’s hair, its difficult but its a fun way to pass time until their tired
•Their both cuddling monsters lets be honest
•They would watch, like the nerdiest show together and fall asleep to it every night, they’d have the most frustrating spell the next night trying to find out where they /actually/ left off
-It would be something odd like a documentary show that they both just make fun of but love all at the same time
•Omgg Bedroom Snacks, Keith’s drawers are just filled with crap food, things like gushers, poptarts, double stuf oreos, crackers, peanut butter patties and popcorn it’s basically just carb and sugar heaven
-Jay
Any requests for Jay?
Im bored, send in some general requests for me?
Happy Birthday Shiro!
Yeah, yeah I know this is like a week or two late but who can blame me? Ive been pretty inactive due to family issues and school which generally tends to be difficult for me- luckily Avi has been keeping you guys updated! Enjoy this drabble in a few concepts I was thinking of!
-Jay
What could Shiro say? He hadnt expected a party to come his way, they were in space- he expected his teammates to be more invested in the intergalactic space war they were fighting than baking cakes and knitting sweaters. Though he wouldnt admit it he was suprised and generally happy when he opened the kitchen door, after a day of being thoroughly ignored and wrapped up in training he was suprised by those he leaned on the most.
“Supirse!” “Happy Birthday!” And other various comments were yelled out, suprising the man, little bowties wrapped around various places im the kitchen as his team had little to work with, as the hours carried on he learned that Hunk had- of course prepared food for the party, Lance gifted him a messily knitted sweater, though made of itchy alien materials it was the thought that matters, Pidge, Coran and Allura had been the few to come up with the idea of a party and decor.
His adoptive brother, Keith, bestowed upon him a teasing expression and a small gift, a tie, the team poked fun at it- of course Keith never had been the best at Presents but the small note tucked into the box was enough to make up for the tie that Shiro wouldnt find himself wearing anytime soon.
Lost
I’m so excited to share this one with you guys! It took me awhile to complete and the ending was a bit rushed but it’s at least half decent. I know I’m breaking the no spoiler week. Sorry. Anyways I hope you enjoy! -Avi
It felt like nothing and everything at once. He knew there was colorful light everywhere, but couldn’t see it. He was floating and standing on solid ground all at once. The air felt syrupy. It made movement sluggish and taxing. But breathing was easy. Was this a physical place? He could feel his lion in the void, but it felt like the times he connected with his lion’s conscience. He was alive, that much was true. It was comforting and painful all at once.
He spent his lonely exile in contemplation. What could he have done better? The plan was risky, yes, but they were strong. They had to have succeeded. Was someone piloting? Or were they dead in space? He couldn’t tell.
Slowly, he started to feel more things around his “body.” Something told him someone was flying the Black Lion.That means they won. Unless this was not one of his friends. Maybe it was a Garlra general, or maybe even Zarkon himself. No, he had to have faith in his team. A team cannot function without faith in each other.
He started to feel more aware. This pilot was no enemy. They couldn’t be. Some instinct told him. He wanted to know who this was. He couldn’t speak to them directly but maybe he could get the Black Lion to be a translator of sorts. If he could restrengthen their bond, then he could possibly get a message to his team. Determination filled him. He had to do this.
In his growing awareness he could feel two connections flitting about. One was the ancient consciousness of the Black Lion. What could only be described as the frayed end of a rope that was completely cut through came from it and came within his grasp. The other was a small string that even if he could reach out, was too far and too hard to grasp. He tried moving his “arm” to grab the rope of the Lion. His muscles shook with the effort. He tried for as long as he could until the fatigue consumed him. He had moved maybe an inch. It was a start.
He started a cycle. He’d move him arm as far and long as he could until he couldn’t do it anymore. Then he rested until he had the same amount of strength as the last time. The routine made the void a bit more bearable. The worst part was the points of rest. That was when doubts and fear crept in. What if he couldn’t make it? What if he was doomed to this for eternity? What if he did touch it and nothing happened?
Inch by inch, he made his way to the rope and finally he felt it with the tips of his fingers. A small victory, but a victory all the same. He felt some other elation alongside his own. The Black Lion was happy about something. Suddenly he felt that he was flying through space towards something. It was small and contained something that the Lion felt was familiar. Then the rope barely drifted, but it was far enough that he wasn’t touching it anymore. He couldn’t move anymore, he had to rest.
A memory pulled him in. He was sitting in his old room. It was the night of his tenth birthday and was trying out his new telescope. He wasn’t interested in what was happening on the ground. The stars shown down on him, whispering promises and dreams. He looked through the lens. He was trying to find Orion’s belt. It was the first constellation that he was able to clearly pick out. His father had pointed it out to him as often as he could, and ever since he’d look for it. It was like reading his first book in the way that once he could do it, he wanted to do it over and over just because it was an accomplishment. On sleepless nights back home, he’d look through a telescope and try to find it. It wasn’t always able to be seen, but he knew it was still looking down on him. He wondered how far away it was. If he was freed from the void he planned on checking.
When his strength came back, he was surprised to find the rope had barely moved from when he stopped. With effort he started to curl his fingers around it. The more contact he had with it the easier it was to move. He felt the Lion’s confusion. The tighter the grasp he got, the confusion was replaced with doubt and then an assured unacceptance. He could “see” the pilot. They looked and felt almost exactly like him, but with the knowledge that it was not, the pilot was clearly manufactured to be that way. It felt like there was a spot of dark corruption that would grow and fester. The Black Lion denied the “Shiro” in her cockpit.
“Shiro” left and his awareness dampened. He couldn’t “see” anymore. He vaguely felt what was happening around and inside the Lion. He was tired. A vaguely familiar pilot took the fake’s place.
The new pilot took them into battle. He felt the firing of the of the Galran ships. The graceful yet impatient movement flight. The Black Lion fought somewhat recklessly in the hands of the pilot. Then he felt more. He felt the other lions come closer. New connections appeared in the void, a larger one paired with a smaller. A thin web grew and connected the larger ones together. The web strengthened and formed something more powerful than the individuals. He knew it was Voltron.
A small amount of power leaked to him. He felt the frayed rope mend a bit. Then the web was gone. He was back with only the Black Lion and the familiar pilot. He still didn’t let go. He tried to send a message, but to no avail. This would be a game of patience.
The paladins engaged in another battle. They were protecting a convoy. The adrenaline even got to him. He felt a blast graze the Lion’s side. They flew by an asteroid for quick cover. Then they barreled towards the cruiser. This was not something they could win with the individuals. The pilot clearly felt the same when the web came back. He had been saving his strength for this. More power flooded through than before and he “saw” things again. The battlefield was being littered with broken ships. Voltron’s sword was a drawn. He had seen this on other his other tries.
He imagined reaching inside himself to look at his heart. If it could, sweat would have gathered on his forehead. A blast his Voltron’s leg. Lance or whoever was in the Blue Lion was jostled. He could feel it. The right arm swung the sword at the attacker. The slice was clean. He looked out upon space. They had won, but at a cost. One of the convoy ships had been destroyed. Then he was launched back into darkness. He was getting frustrated. He wanted to help, but he was stuck int the dark and bright hell. If only he could at least send them a signal. If only he could warn them about the fake.
Another day another battle. This time they were attacking what looked like a supply ship. They were doing well for a time. Then reinforcements showed up. This was another chance. He gripped the rope tighter, it felt stronger. Still frayed, but it had mended a great deal. He pulled and he was in the eyes of the warrior.
The battles was not going ideally, but he couldn’t focus on that right now. He blocked out everything but the feeling from Voltron. He reached inside again. He “saw” the cockpit again. Inside was Keith, fighting as hard as usual. He felt doubt coming from him. Keith had little faith in himself. In spite of that, he was leading well.
He reached to Keith. He was the best candidate right? They had known each other longer than the others. He was getting tired, but still tried. This was it. Hope filled him. The effort was getting to him. He wouldn’t give up. Then he hit a wall. He shoved again with the last of his strength. Still nothing.
He fell back into the darkness. No. No. No. No. NO. NO. This couldn’t be happening. He should have been able to do it. What had he done to deserve this? He was good. He studied. He turn things in. Even in the arena he tried his best. When he was back home after a year of hell, he didn’t complain. Hell, he joined a team and fought for worlds that weren’t even his own. He fought and bled time and time again, and did he complain? No. He held his tongue. He told himself that it was fine. He did his job and more. So why was he the one being punished? Why must it be him that suffers? Why? WHY? What mistake did he make?
The Black Lion tried sending comfort, but the battle was more pressing. He wanted to go back to a simpler time. Back when war was distant. The stuff of the past or far from his home. When space was a kinder dream. When the Garrison was the hardest part of his life. His mind went blank and he floated.
His connection with the Black Lion continued to grow. Even after his failure he still couldn’t seem to give up hope. He still held on. To his dismay, Keith left the team. He didn’t know the reason, but he had faith that it was a good one. Keith wasn’t the type to just give up on the people that he cared about. Just look at what he did when the Kerberos team was lost.
He despised the fact that the feeling of “Shiro” taking control of the Black Lion was becoming familiar. Every time it brought up what ifs. What if he was feeding crucial information to the Galra? What if he was breaking the team down person by person? What if he was going to start killing them when they least expected it? The longer the battle lasted the more what ifs rose to the surface. The Black Lion flew through the forest dodging laser after laser. The others had already been called to help.
The web wove together in desperation. Worry coursed through it. Voltron dodged and fought but couldn’t make a dent. A shot caught their leg. Then the other one. Then the arms. A casing of vines grew around them. Panic grew among them. What could they do? What could he do?
He felt the paladins consciousness strengthen. If felt like they were there right next to him. He forced his “eyes” open. The void was indeed vibrant. He turned around to his team. They were already leaving. This was his chance to at least warn them. He had to hurry. Only Lance was left. It took more effort than he thought it would to speak.
“Lance! Lance, listen to me!”
And then Lance was gone.
Hey ya’ll
Damn this blog is staring to become like half announcements. Sorry guys. ANYWAYS so I was hit with an inspiration Sunday night but it was a season 5 spoiler. I want to make try make this fic a longer one cause I feel bad that all mine a pretty short and yeah. I’m excited to post it. I might do it tomorrow because Friday I got a thing going on and on Saturday is my birthday so I’m gonna be busy. In the meantime I’m gonna try to work on the inbox.
Still I’d love to talk to you! Send stories or random thoughts in! Go crazy!
-Avi
This is just a thought but I’m pretty sure Kuron/Shito/the clone/whatever the hell you want to call him is in more seasons than the real Shiro
-Avi
Hello! May i ask for a drabble where the paladins set a blind date for Shirt and a female reader who is an ENFP? Just if you want :3
I don’t exactly know what an ENFP is so I googled it and well I tried. For those who were as confused as I was, it’s a result of an generally accurate personality test. Specifically these letters mean (from my quick research) E (Extroversion) N (Intuition) F (Feeling) and P (Perception).I hope this is right and that you enjoy!
-Avi
It was about time you went out on a date. Space is fun and all and the paladins are lovely in their own ways, but honestly you just needed someone your age. Lance, Keith, Lance, Hunk, and Pidge are too young. Allura is too occupied with making plans. God does she need a break. And Coran is more of a weird uncle. Lance was actually the one who set this up.
“You’re gonna love him (Y/N).” Lance had said before you left the Blue Lion. He had flown you down to a cliff on a peaceful planet. It’s beautiful, and very purple. The cliffs have light purple vines dangling off them. The trees have dark purple trunks and lighter purple leaves. Even the sky is purple.
“Follow the path down the cliffs to the coast. you’ll find a table and your handsome prince.” lance directed and sent you on your way. You walk down the path. Who could this person be? Is he tall? A fighter? Maybe a specific someone that you’ve had your eye on for awhile?
Finally you reach the beach and it’s as purple as the forest that you were dropped off in. At least the sand is a bunch of different shades of it. Your eyes land on a table. Your “prince” is already there. He’s much more handsome than you thought. No stains. No holes or tears. No missing chunks. You can see your life from this point on. You’ll go back to Earth together. He’ll meet your parents. Get married and maybe even start a family.
You sit down across from the shirt. You take a sip from your glass. Yes he’s perfect. You can’t help but stare at the decal around the collar. You make the first move.
“So, tell me about yourself.”
I’m sorry I had to. Don’t worry here’s a legit one.
You take a seat at the little table. Your mystery date hasn’t shown up yet which is fine. It gives you more time to admire the scenery. You’re in a natural-ish gazebo of sorts. The floor is a mosaic depicting alternating rings of floral designs and ocean waves. The gazebo thing itself has a partially hidden frame of white stone. Vines wrap themselves around it. Flowers found cracks and crevices to occupy. The food that you’re supposed to eat is hidden under silver coverings. You hope that your date shows up soon, you’re starting to get hungrier.
You hear footsteps approaching. You’re surprised to see Shiro standing in a tux and with flowers in his hand. His hair is slicked back away from his face. You’re not complaining, you just thought he wasn’t interested in dating. His eyes roam from your borrowed dress to your eyes.
“Wow.” He says, blushing. He awkwardly offers you the flowers. You smile and accept them. “You look amazing.”
“Thanks. You don’t look too bad yourself.” He takes his seat across from you. “Honestly this is a pleasant surprise.”
He gives a small smile. “I agree. You look amazing.”
“You already said that but thanks again.” God he’s cute. “So how’d you end up here? As in on this date.”
“Keith actually. He said that I needed a break and locked me out of the bridge. Then Coran gave me this suit and the flowers and Keith told meto come here.” He laughs. “Not that I mind. I did need to get out. How about you?”
“Lance said he’d found someone for me. Allura gave me a dress and then Lance came back to drop me off. How much you want to bet that they were working together?”
Again he laughs. The awkwardness fades and you have an interesting conversation. Sadly, the end comes all too quickly.
“I had fun tonight. Maybe we can do this again sometime.” You stand by the door to your room. Shiro had flown you back in the Black Lion.
“I’d like that too.” He’s not entirely sure what to do next. You move in and give him a quick kiss on the cheek.
“See ya then, Shiro.”
PLEASE READ
So as you know season 5 comes out tomorrow and I will not be posting any spoilers for about a week. The next thing is that we have an almost empty inbox so REQUESTS ARE NOW OPEN FOR BOTH OF US so send them in! We love to see what you guys got and chat!
-Avi
hcs for paladins + matt. How would they find out if their S/O was a shapeshifter (only animals tho) and/or they were connected with the elements? Please and thank you!
I’m just gonna to do the shapeshifter one if that’s alright with you. I’m trying to clean out the ask box and I have a couple more to do but one is kinda uncomfortable so I might not do it. ANYWAYS I hope you enjoy these quick headcanons!
-Avi
Shiro
The immediate thoughts that came to mind was giant and fluffy
He’ll ask his s/o to turn into something like a bear or something like it so he can just bury his face in the fur
Does see a tactical advantage to it but only incorporates it into any planning unless his s/o is ok with using it in combat
Keith
He doesn’t pay to much attention to it
As long as his s/o doesn’t shed he’s chill
When his s/o is mad at him they either do the cat thing where they basically sleep on his face or get fur everywhere
Lance
He loves it so much
Comes up with different animals to see if his s/o can change into it
Loves it when they turn into something small and he can carry them around
Loves using them as a pillow
Hunk
For the most part doesn’t mind
As long as they don’t get hair into anything he’s making
Other than that he doesn’t treat them any different than he wouldn’t treat them any different that a normal person
Pidge
uses them as a heater at night
Whenever she pulls late nights her s/o will pick her up amd carry her to bed
Sometimes she just rides on their back around the castle
It helps her reach things
Matt
Like lance he comes up with different animals to see if they can transform into it
Have you ever seen those pictures/drawings that are of one person with a looming beast behind them.
Loves to do that when intimidating people or making a grand entrance
His s/o will sometimes just turn into something cat sized and ride on his shoulders and basically a scarf
I have the body of an 8 year-old boy, so can you validate me with some headcanons or scenarios for the paladins fem!s/o who is secretly insecure about her lack of curves (like boobs and butt cuz I’m just flat all over)? How would they find out about her insecurity and how would they react?
I do not have any expirence with this because i have boobs the size of watermelons SO I’m taking this from what my friend has told me. I’m very salty about shirts. I hope I did ok.
-Avi
Shiro
He doesn’t really are to much about someone’s body
Serious he lost his arm and has a prominent facial scar. In his mind and others don’t judge so why should he
He did a little before Kerberos but after everything he doesn’t anymore
When he finds out, he says as much
Keith
Similarly to shiro he does not give a shit about appearances
As I’m pretty sure I’ve said before if he’s accepted then he can do others the same curtesy
Will fight anyone who makes a negative comment on it though
Lance
Oh this boy loves to complement people
Whoever hes in a relationship with is complemented like there’s no tomorrow
He makes an effort to complement whatever could be perceived as a “shortcoming”
He has a big family and has at least one sister that had this insecurity
I have a headcanon that he’s the sibling that all of his siblings could go to for advice or just to talk to and thats how he knows how to make homemade face masks to the best way to hide a body
Hunk
When he loves someone he loves everything about them
He can put a positive spin on almost anything
Small boobs? You dont have to worry about your boobs taking up a significant part of the torso length of shirt
Also perfect for disguises
When he was younger he was picked on slightly for his weight and appeaereance so it would be a bit hypocritical for him to judge someone else for this body
Pidge
She grew up with a very supportive family so her insercuities about her own small curves were squashed quickly
She does what he family did for her
She rarely mentions it and when she does it’s never negative
She mentions that there’s a wider selection of easily fitting shirts for people with no or smaller boobs
