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[paterfamileo]

RIP I am so sorry for just dropping off the face of the earth like that.

As you guys probably figured by now (and I’ve mentioned on my main blog) I’m just not feeling Voltron anymore.

We had a fun run though, and even if I wasn’t the most active RPer to begin with I enjoyed our time together.

I won’t be deleting this blog or anything, but I’m not entirely sure I’ll pick activity back up any time soon

[paterfamileo]

Happy Birthday!

(Whoops! Just saw this in my inbox I’m so terrible lol)

But thank you! It was back on the 7th and it’s my fault for being late on seeing this 😂😭I hope you have a good day!

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a birthday edition doodle for the sweet grape bean that is @eatyourgrapes

[superheroladies]

When He returns 

(shameless ripoff of this genius)

Also on Twitter 

[paterfamileo]

@ograndsovereign @noxperditus

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"Rather bold of you, little bird."

Drabble Mania || @paterfamileo

Setting: The corrupted wormhole from s2 sends Pidge into Fate!Favored Alfor’s reality, and she experiences solitary confinement in his pursuit for a paladin.

Pidge considered herself lucky, all things considered.

She could only assume some kind of bullshit magics sent her lion tumbling through alternative realities, but where she could’ve been left drifting through space (It is 90% empty) or launched right into Galran hands, she crash landed on Altea—the good guys!

Pidge imagined Allura would love hearing about the reality where the Alteans defeated Zarkon, and her father still reigned even after the serious blows he took in the apparent quintessence rift no one had bothered telling her about—leaving him with scars across his face and void eyes. Only, getting home was taking a while, and that’s when Pidge started suspicious.

Alfor, in turn, become increasingly overbearing.

He was constantly around to turn the conversation away from how she was getting home, or just about anything about that rift. Anytime she asked about the hoktrils sticking out of some servant’s head, she was then told the valiant tale about how the Altean empire was bringing peace to the universe. If she wanted to fly, then of course Alfor needed to be there—to mentor, he liked to say. Escorts were even suggested if she left castle grounds.

The King’s true turning point was whenever Pidge tried leaving, or better yet, escaping, since she was having to tiptoe down the castle halls at the most ungodly of hours to avoid any intervention. Her plan was to just take her lion and either find someplace that’ll actually get her home or make one herself. No one here had had any intention to help her do so, obviously; besides, everything around this place felt weird. The people seemed fake and two-faced, and there was this eerie air to everyone’s words—Alfor’s especially.

She was breaching her lion’s hanger, already imagining the much more nicer, way less creepy places she could find, when the girl was jerked back by a steely grip. Pidge was spun around to find who else but Alfor, staring her down with those eldritch eyes that reminded her of a ghost. “Rather bold of you, little bird, to disrespect all the hospitality I’ve treated you to.”

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[paterfamileo]

Anybody else low-key terrified of Alfor’s implied abilities after s6?

Like if Allura is bringing people back to life after one visit and minimal training from Oriande (And Haggar’s whole deal)

Just

How powerful was this dude after centuries of experience

[paterfamileo]

Got a couple responses down and I’m feeling GREAT!

Hoping to keep the momentum up tomorrow, but for now I gotta retire for the night cause I’m old lol

[noxperditus]

paterfamileo:

noxperditus:

H̛́o̢͠͝n̛er҉v͏̡a̷͠͞.

Zarkon’s hand falls back to his side, limp. Alfor’s hand phases into his chest with no resistance, like a quiet sigh echoing through the night. The world around them ripples and fades, the image doubling up momentarily before it is lost in a dim purple glow.

It is dark.

Zarkon is still. His eyes are empty, and dead.

There is a hiss of movement around them; discontent slithers through the air, but dares not come close to Alfor’s light, nor to the faded echo that answers it.

Zarkon’s hand twitches, his pupils focusing and unfocusing. A long-held breath slips out between his parted lips as they finally alight in flickering yellow, the echo’s presence weak and struggling to stay in place.

“…A l f o r.”

The name is spoken with reverence, released from him in a quiet breath; voice and lips do not quite work in tandem.

“ W͢he̢r̕e̷.͞..̵a̛re͠ we?”

“A place of shadows… but only if you deem to keep it so.”

How I’ve missed you..

Finally allowing even a flickering moment of open ache, liquid heat pricked at the edges of his vision–and were he living still, ash would be curling in his lungs.

in the end, he was nothing more than a ghost, seeking to cleanse a beatless heart.

“Pry away those choking fingers, old friend… I am here, I am listening. Bring forth that star still nestled between those ribs of yours.”

Don’t you slip away again, hold onto me.

“S h a d o w s…”

The word echoes around them, as if repeated by a thousand disembodied hisses. The darkness writhes, displeased, and for a brief moment Zarkon can see it. It is not the Black Lion - it is not welcome. It is not safe-

The building panic bleeds away, and the echo of a man forgets. He forgets everything, his eyes closing as if to sleep. But then he speaks, and awareness surges back, a burning light grounding his shattered echoes in the present.

“̸̧͞A̴̵l̴̡fó̵ŗ?͡”̧͞

His brow furrows, his questions dying on his lips; he was about to ask where they were. He had already asked that. Where were they? 

Shadows.

Alfor.

Zarkon looks down, his movements almost in slow motion, a trail or blurred and faded light following each one. He looks at his own hands, brow furrowing once more in confusion. Are they his? His claws look…wrong. But they are his.

“Į don’t u̡ ̢n d҉ ͘e͜ ̕r̶ sţan̡d.” His eyes lift to look upon Alfor once more. Something is…off about his dear friend. There is a glow, a lack of solidity. There is- a writhing over his shoulder, and Zarkon struggles to hold on to Alfor’s words, to make sense of this. 

He is so…. t͝ ͘i͞ r ҉e͡ ͝ḑ.

“I t  i s  n o t  s̷ a f ͞e̴.̷ ”

[paterfamileo]

“You cannot kill that which is already dead, old friend.”

Words harden for the slightest of moments, the ghost melts back again just as quickly, though his hand remains calling to the star he knows to be there.

“The only one that is no longer safe here is that darkness within you, but I cannot cast it from an unwilling heart. Zarkon remember who you were! I know that noble soul is still there to hear me, you’ve answered my call already...”

Alfor moves at last, saying nothing more as he instead tucks against the emperor’s chest.

“I’m not leaving you again.”

[voidborneleones]

Voidtouched AU Glossary

-Touched - Someone who has been Chosen by one of the Cosmic Lions. Comes with extreme longevity and mystical powers, and physical changes.

-Marked - Someone born of a Touched parent. Minor powers and physical change. 

-Tainted - Something in the Abyss corrupted a person. Madness, physical change, and becoming a conduit for that creature to pass into this dimension follows.

The Abyss - The term for each Lion’s personal realm. They have individual names but as a whole they are called The Abyss

The Void - The Black Lion’s realm. It is a deep, unending blackness dotted with stars and space. Monsters lurk in the Void.

The Flame - The Red Lion’s realm. It is a great, burning land, stone eroded into magma and the skies darkened. 

The Deep - The Blue Lion’s realm. It is a vast, eternal ocean full of life and a calm current. Monsters live in the Deep.

The Undergrowth - The Green Lion’s realm. It is a thick, tangled forest of roots and vines, flowers and fruits. It is the calmest realm.

The Mountain - The Yellow Lion’s realm. It is a sprawling desert under a blue sky with a high mountain. There is a shining light atop the mountain.

The Void - The Black Lion’s realm. It is an infinite nothingness, a deep blackness with occasional stars. There are monsters that lurk in this realm.

[voidborneleones]

paterfamileo:

Black, I am so sorry…

Gutted was the least he could say. Least he could feel.

Zarkon was gone, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Voltron should have lasted for centuries more in our hands alone… Not end like this.

Looking up only as he found himself before the greatest of beasts, he did nothing more than raise his hand.

What could he say? What could be said to a creature as tightly bound to Zarkon as he was, if not more?

What do you want, Alfor?

The voice was alien. Not the warmth that Red spoke with. Others were not meant to hear the voices of the Lions. The Paladins could handle the voices of the Abyss but only their own. Only their chosen.

Black was the nothingness. The Silence at the End of All Things. 

Her voice was monstrous.

She was in pain. She had half of her completely torn away and there was nothing that could be done. Nothing that could be helped or fixed. Her Paladin was dead and so was so much of her. She would not fly again. 

[paterfamileo]

Something inside him buckled at the crushing void. 

The Nothing, the Silence, unlike anything he’d borne before in his time as a Paladin as it picked into his ribs and clamped the matter inside his skull, threatening to pull it all away with the force of a collapsing star.

“Black... I...”

Breathe.

Only in forcing the thought, did his stuttering, stumbling words find footing again.

“Black... I.. With Zarkon gone, Voltron is still needed... I--I must fly you if we are to still form Voltron, the fate of the universe could be at risk if I don’t.”

But don’t think for a moment this is something I wanted.

[paterfamileo]

Why did you send the Lions away but kept Black in a castleship?

“What other choice did I have?” The words settle on his ribs like cooling tar, weighted and stiff between breaths, his heart turned frantic for just a moment.

“Zarkon’s bond remained with her even after death, even if his noble nature did not… I had to do it.. For the good of the entire universe I had to.”

[paterfamileo]

“What is ‘quintessence’?” Randomness from Ignitus

“Surely you jest, my friend! You’ve never heard of quintessence? My… what a culture you must come from if you haven’t heard!” Laughter eased between his words, the young King spared the dragon a warm grin, palms turned upward.

“Why… Quintessence is–as a friend of mine once put it– life itself, a primordial energy of sorts, if you will. We–being my people of Altea and the like–have developed technology with which to harness that power, and put it to use. Rather nifty, really.”

[talicor]

“Why would you leave me to make such a choice?”

Catch me still catching those OG feels thanks to @voidborneleones and Alfor’s pain at having to lock up the Black Lion for the good of the universe

[voidborneleones]

The Silence

You can thank @paterfamileo for this one. 

Still haven’t watched S6 yet. But she’s still there. She heard him. And now they can’t hear each other. Alfor can’t let Zarkon find her, and that means he must keep her from finding him. 

The other Lions were sent away. 

The Black Lion was locked away. 

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Light.

        Blinding, white light.

                        Voices?

Arceus be damned did he ever have a headache. What had happened to him? There had been nothing, nothing for so long. And then, with a blaze of glory, POOF! He was assaulted with the sensation of having his senses his own again, of no energy filtering into his body and being in control of himself all in the span of a few mere seconds!

It’d….proven to be too much for him. He’d fainted. On the ground if he was recalling right. So….why did he seem to be lying on a bed of some sort?

Moving one’s body after who knows how long under what’s essentially suspended animation is no easy task. It took just about all the strength Mike 1 had to order his body into an upright position, but he prevailed. And was…stunned at what he saw. Was he in an infirmary of some sort? If so…it was certainly more advanced than anything his species had created.

“Where-” a harsh fit of coughing interrupted him. His voice was weak and raspy from years of no use. Big surprise. “-Where am I?”

[paterfamileo]

“The obvious answer would be a bed,” 

Pushing away from the wall he leaned on, Alfor kept his words low, gentle even. 

Since the stranger’s arrival, no one on Altea--or even in the immediate scope of alien dignitaries--could pin a confident origin of this odd, furred being.

Spoken words now were more of a relief than he anticipated, even if his initial response came across as flippant at best.

Now near the bed proper, he offered an open palm.

“In seriousness though, you are on planet Altea, in the medical wing of the royal palace. How do you feel?”

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