Lance McClain

"I'm just really Tired" | Highly Selectice Lance McClain Roleplay Account | Tracking #sadspaceby

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I really need to stop making accounts,, whoopsie daisie?? Anyways, i’m upset with the lack of eighties love in this fandom! So, my darling self decided, I’m going to make a rp account for all my babies fala and coran aside IN ONE NIGHT!! Look at me go,

Well, to get to the point here,, Like and/or reblog if you’d be interested in interacting with the original Paladins of Voltron!

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I still shake that so many of you guys follow my Shiro and just under a month I have gotten this many, like Woah… !!! I have no idea what I have done to deserve such an honor but thank you all for the support. Seriously! I love Shiro with all my heart and I do my best to give him justice, sometimes I might lose sight of myself but at the end of the day, I stick the same way he does.

This is about teamwork, I cannot have made THIS possible if you guys weren’t there. So thank you!!! Below is the list of amazing people I meant and had the chance to interact so far. If you are not here doesn’t mean I don’t notice, but it would be nice to talk you know? I am always one that cherishes MUN interactions more than muses.

@blazerought - Alice you are the very reason I made this account in the first place and while I strive to be a good Shiro for you, one you can say proudly you know, I still have so much to learn~ Thanks for getting me into this hell. :D Thanks for being my friend and for being kick ass even when I am horribly afraid of messing up. Bahaha… but yeah, I adore you. 

@galrabled - My babe. I kind of drag Shane to Voltron hell without meaning to [it’s a lie I wanted to ;) ] But I am glad you decide to join on your own and with Keith none the less! Thank you for being such an amazing friend and for helping me improve my writing. I know I often say I don’t feel worthy of your writing but one step at a time I am making my way forward!

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I’m back! And I completely renovated my theme and rules, so give that a looksie~ I’m horrible at staying active aren’t I? Whoops. Anyways, apparently, I have 150 followers now? When did that happen?

I would do one of those followers forever type thingies, but I haven’t really been active enough to develop strong relationships with different muns so,, I guess I’ll save that until I hit 200? 

Well, Like for a quick starter, or send me a message if you want to plot!

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Ayy It’s Panda back at it again with another blog! But anyways, that doesn’t really matter at the moment, what does is giving our precious Hunk some attention! :D 

So anyways, if you’re willing to interact with a Genderfluid!Hunk, please do give this post a like or Reblog. Please help spread the word! I’m eager to write with you~

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He smiles lightly at her complimenting his skills, his chest contracting affectionately. He does suppose he’s an alright Pilote, though nothing compared to Keith. And his sharpshooting skills were amazing, Shiro himself said so. His lips quirk up even higher at that memory, because Shiro never compliments him and that one time felt way too good to be true.

Just like Blue being his Lion. 

Lance sighs contently when her head is placed against his own, loving the feel of her fur against his bare skin. His hand moves to stroke gently behind one of her hears, massaging the cartilage gently. It occupied his fingers rather efficiently, much better than some stress ball ever could. Petting Blue while she was in Lion form honestly soothed him more than anything else. It even helped his emotions, the self hatred he felt ebbing away each time he strokes at her ear.

He continues the special attention to her ears even when she lays back down, going from massaging them to playing with the cartilage, gently bending it back and fourth and rubbing the the tips between his fingers.

“I know you do. It’s just...difficult sometimes. I know I can talk and talk and talk, but when it comes to my feelings I just can’t? It’s sort of like my throat just closes in on itself. Even now it’s hard!” One of his hands moves to pinch at his wrist, a tic he couldn’t really help at all. He does it when feeling particularly emotional, like now.

“Sorry if I confuse you sometimes. I confuse myself too. I hate the way my brain works.”

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Lance has to admit, he feels like a bit of a traitor especially considering the fact that he and Blue were super close. Still are close, in fact. He relies on her emotionally, because she’s his anchor. Blue would probably be coaching him through this whole situation, but that seems incredibly disrespectful to Red. While Blue still does hum slightly in the back of his head, he tries to focus only on the lion he’s currently sitting down in. 

He hates to admit it, but he feels lost without Blue’s calm and gentle guidance. And scared, but he can do this! He will do this. For him and Red, because this is one of the most important parts of bonding with a Lion, the first interaction. If he screws this up, he’ll lose any chance of connecting to Red. And despite his and Blue’s relationship, he truly wants to get to know her. From what Blue has told him, Red’s not a bad person at all. Just mildly misunderstood. Like him!

Her hum vibrates through his entire body and lights him on fire. He shivers, and his foot begins to bob up and down excitedly. It’s a strange, bubbly excitement he only gets with Blue or when he goes somewhere exciting. It was sort of like he and Red were about to go on a trip Disney World, which was a weird analogy but still very true.  

“Independence?” He;s a bit confused at what she means by that. He thought all Lions were able to make choices without their Paladins’s consent. “Why would I take any of that away from you?” Blue certainly piloted herself most of the time, because Lance was just far to antsy to cooperate sometimes. “You’re your own person, It’s just wrong for me to control you. I like to think of it more as...we’re partners! I work with you, you work with me.”

Lance has to bite back a startled scream once Red launches away. It’s not the speed that got to him, more like the suddenness of it. “Wow!” A large, playful grin spreads across his face. This was fun! Blue only ever went fast when it was necessary, preferring to go at her own pace. Red was definitely more spontaneous. A tight feeling of understanding coils in his chest. Lance loves Blue, and has much in common with her, but not like this. Blue was far more calm and collective, always a steady hand to guide him. Red...Red’s something different.

Or, well, so far she is. Who knows what the future holds.

“Faster! Faster!” He feels like a child, but Lance doesn’t particularly care. He just grips tightly at his seat, letting Red control everything.

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He doesn’t look directly at her, but scoots over so Naeva can have a seat on his bed. Again, he doesn’t really expect her to actually sit down with him. She could be really iffy about personal space sometimes, no matter how often he tried to hug her. He’s never really respected personal space anyways, because he grew up with literally none whatsoever.

He swallows over the lump in his throat in tries to squash the nasty thoughts forming in his head, but the seed is already planted. It;s really hard to focus on strategizing with her like this, but he’d be damned if he didn’t at least try.

“I was um, thinking we should replan the part where we sneak into the base.” Well, maybe if they did just charge in there like they normally did, he could accidentally get shot by some soldier. Wouldn’t that be an easy way to go? Like being struck by lightning, Lance physically jolts at that thought. 

Holy shit, this was getting bad.

“I mean, well, we usually go in guns blazing with a few of us sneaking in. And, while that distraction tactic worked well at first, they sort of caught on. Plus security is most likely tightened up...” Lance trails off for a second before quickly shaking his head. “Um. I’ll have to pull up the blueprints but i could probably find a good spot for us all to sneak in...”

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Lance pauses in his affectionate touches, but quickly continues them once more. “I just...Sometimes I don’t feel like i’m necessarily, um, i don’t know, skilled enough to pilot you?” He manages to get a small amount of what he was thinking out, but it’s rather hard to actually speak his emotions sometimes, mainly because he doesn’t do it to often.

Instead, he tries to think everything he feels, hoping that she catches his thought system.

It’s just, compared to the others, he felt like he was nothing but a grain of sand. No, a grain of salt. They could all pilot their lions beautifully, and all of them had a special talent to accompany them. And while his and Blue’s relationship was amazing, he felt as if she could do so much better without him.

And everyone, his lion included probably, knew he was the weak link. The one who was going to eventually bring them all down. He’d most likely lead them all to their demise with his brash nature, and his bad habit of doing without thinking. Lance didn’t want to bring his precious Blue down with him. 

“Sorry.” He murmurs as he strokes the back of her fluffy ears. “I’m so emo sometimes.”

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“Okay, so before you say no right off the bat, I need you to know that this would mean the absolute world for me.” He hopes- No, he prays that Pidge isn’t going to turn him down. “Anyways, I need you to modify blue so she can blast shakira songs for me, pretty please!”

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“The one and only.” He attempts to grin, but it fails miserably. 

Lance feels a little guilty when relief settles it’s why into his chest at seeing Hunk in the same state as him. It’s like the two were totally in sync sometimes. Rather it’s with sleeping patterns or when they’re in battle. Long past are the days were Hunk was merely his best friend. The big guy is more like a brother to him, someone he trusts above all other.

“Yeah. Can’t sleep. I was thinkin about home again. And, you know, decided to do a painting. And, well.” He says as he shuffles over to where Hunk is seated, taking the chair next to him. “It’s not going so well.” Lance laughs, but it’s tainted with exhaustion and frustration.

“So what poisons you’re mind? Or are you just not sleepin?”

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Please like this if I owe you a reply! Something weird happened and all of my fucking drafts got deleted.

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Hello there! My name’s Panda, and you can find me over @sadspaceb-y​ too! I decided this would be a fun idea, as i’ve barely seen any Matts floating around Tumblr. I sort of wanted to give him a try, so here we have it!

Give this post a like or reblog if you’re willing to roleplay with Matthew Holt~

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So guess what I did...

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“Not just women, but men too.” He winks, glad for the topic change too. “And the genderless folk. I have everybody at my side.” Truth be told, Lance has only ever dated three people in his life time. And two of those relationships were horrible. “I’m just that good man.” Despite his calm and playful nature at the moment, he still felt rather uneasy.

It’s not everyday he pours out his heart and soul to somebody you barely know. Well, he’s known her for a while now. But not really know her, if you get what he means. Truth be told, it’d made him a little twitchy. Not even Hunk, precious, lovable Hunk, couldn’t bring out his true feelings. It was...strange. Weird. He couldn’t explain the feelings bubbling up in his chest.

“You know, not only do I have a great smile, but I have amazing skin. I could totally give you pointers on how to look as fabulous as me.”

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Lance sighs, long and heavy as he leans up against the headboard of his bed. Everything seems so....pointless right now. Like, life used to have so much exuberance! Life used to be something he looked forward too, and every morning he woke up he felt like accomplish anything. He’d genuinely laugh, he’d offer honest smiles to people. There was just so much to do, so much to see in the world- In space! But it changed, and honestly Lance isn’t quite sure how exactly it happened. It just did!

At first it was small things, like homesickness. He’d glance out of one of the many windows in the castle and see the empty void known as space. It was endless, scattered with multi-colored stars and a few planets here and there.  Yet no sign of his home. No earth in sight. No mother coming home from a long day of work to hug him, no little sisters waiting to do his makeup, no cousins preparing another stupid fucking prank on him. And that, that made him feel so unbelievably lonely. 

He knew he had people there for him. Allura and Coran, the Paladins, Naeva- Even if she was secretive as hell sometimes. They’d all gladly listen to him vent about his home sickness, but they weren’t the people he’s grown up with. The people that really knew him. The people who’d seen him at his worst, who’d seen him after getting positively crushed, who’d seen him at his most pettiest. 

And after the home sickness had settled deep into his heart, the self esteem issues started to pop up. They were brutal with him, voices in his head always repeating his flaws to him. Always reminding him of the mistakes he’s made. It’s like he can’t breath without the air being filled with self-hatred. And it hurts, holy fuck, it hurts.

Sometimes, it feels like everything would be so much better if he were just...dead. 

Lance jumps when there’s a knocking at his door. He’s confused for a second, but he remembers that he asked Naeva to come to his room so they could talk about strategies for their next mission. He totally forgot about that, and to be honest he wasn’t really expecting Naeva to actually come to him. 

“Come in!” Lance calls out, not bothering to pick up the dumpster he lived in. He’s ninety percent sure she really doesn’t care about dirty laundry.

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Okay! So, I’m almost done with the drafts I have saved up and they should be posted within the next, i’d say, two hours! But anyways, who’d be up for some 80s Lance? Because I am heavily considering making a separate account for my precious baby Isumo.

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“....Porn. Furry Porn.”

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Lance shifts a bit, knowing he’s being observed by the lion. He has to resist the urge to open up his mouth and speak, but he for once over rides his ADHD in order to allow Red a proper assessment. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a bit scared of what the sentient robot thought of him, but he attempted to hold himself with dignity. This seemed so much easier with Blue, whom took one look at his grinning face and promptly fell in love. Not that he’d ever attempt to compare the two lions, as they were both magnificent in their own rights, but Blue was really all he had to base his experience on. Absentmindedly, the Cuban pinches lightly at the thin skin on his hand, one of his many tics caused by Asperger’s.

He wonders if Keith is going through a rough time with Black, who was said to be the hardest to connect with. His shifting continues in intensity without Lance realizing it, being unable to speak causing his body to attempt other outlets for his energy. Lance notices that Red shifts around a bit too, and a flare of hope pulses in his chest. Maybe Red and him aren’t a lost cause. Maybe she’s just as impatient and energetic as he is. The thought makes his lips quirk up in a slight smile, and his feet still and the pinching of his hand halts. Maybe, just maybe, this situation wasn’t going to be as miserable as he’d previously thought.

He doesn’t even flinch when she begins to take a more predatory stance, instead follows her every movement with his eyes. Blue may be as easy going and confident as he is, but she doesn’t have the boundless energy he seems to carry, doesn’t posses the need to always go go go go. He nearly cries when she lets down her enormous jaws, and tries not to run up her ramp. Happiness pulses through his entire body. Not the same happiness he’d felt when he first rode in Blue cockpit, but something more softer. More anxious.

“Trust me Red, you won’t regret letting me do this!” He says with a large grin plastered onto his face, practically skipping over to the pilot’s chair.