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Literature.

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my whimsical and mysterious beta reader @kryptalia and i being unable to take anything seriously, a series:

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I finished introducing each of the paladins POVs!!

Gave each of them a sort of “name drop” line (because of the drama):

“Since before Takashi Shirogane could remember, he’d been enamored with the stars.”

“The sour stench of vomit burned Lance McClain’s nose as the flight simulation lit up in red.”

“Keith Kogane’s heart hammered like a drum as he crept into the Garrison’s quarantine tent.”

“Princess Allura, heir to the throne of the planet Altea, watched in horror from the bridge of the Castle of Lions as her homeland burned.”

“When Hunk Garret had been a child, he’d spent his lazy Saturday afternoons sprinting in circles in his parents’ backyard and pretending to fly his toy fighter jets through the brilliant blue sky overhead.”

“Pidge Gunderson wasn’t really Pidge Gunderson, but that was a story for another time.”

Introducing each of the characters perspectives and the tone of each of them has been so fun, I’m like shitting myself over here.

I’ve found myself spending most of my time writing from Lance’s perspective, so I hope everyone likes Lance because you’ll be hearing from him a lot!

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💖Hello!!💖

I heard we were rewriting VLD so I pulled up. When I started my Voltron rewatch I felt compelled to write my own version of seasons 7 and 8, then wondered why the hell I would stop there when I could rewrite the whole damn thing.

So here we are!

Now that Netflix has deleted Voltron off the face of the earth, I jumped on this project for the sole purpose of having my own, perfected version of Voltron that I could immortalize on the internet and keep forever.

My main goal here isn’t to scrap canon entirely, but rather to provide somewhat of a written adaptation of earlier seasons before I go in my own direction later on. The canon plot line will be adhered to early on for the most part, but I’ll be polishing lore, filling logic gaps, and adding extra content to smooth out the unrealistic timeline.

Most importantly, klance will be end game (obviously), Allura will not die at the end, and characters other than Keith and Pidge will be getting the development and attention that they didn’t in the original.

I only recently got this project off the ground so it might be a hot minute before I actually start posting chapters. I’m going to wait until I have all of season one rewritten, then start a posting schedule on ao3 to get chapters out and whatnot.

I made this blog to motivate myself 💀 Please feel free to bully me into writing this faster!!

I only just recently returned to the fandom, and I don’t know how many of us are still here, but I’d be overjoyed if you joined me on this journey! We have a universe to defend and a 10,000 year old dictator to defeat, and I’ll do my part one google doc at a time!

I have 3 chapters and a prologue written atp, all of which are very likely to receive some editing before anything is finalized. Should I post parts of my progress here?? Let me know if you’d be interested!

Anyways. There’s no telling how long this project will take me, but I’m in it for the long haul!! Voltron deserves this!!

My ao3 is initforthelolz, but my only vld work is a wip one shot :p I somehow managed to escape this fandom the first time without writing any fanfic… but I got sucked down the rabbit hole this time!

My main on here is @initforthelolzz where I spam any fandom bullshit that catches my eye. This blog will be strictly Voltron, though!

I’ll post updates on this blog so come talk to me, I wanna meet people~

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50K, BABYYY

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“Sendak could destroy the planet then come after us anyway,” Keith argued. He pushed off the wall and marched to the center of the bridge to join the others where they’d formed a halo around Allura. “Staying is our only option,” he declared hostilely with a steely glare in Lance’s direction.

The brunette prickled. “Here’s an option, shut your quizznack!”

Coran gasped and Allura raised her eyebrows.

“I don’t think you’re using that word correctly,” Keith shot back.

“What do you know, mullet?” Lance demanded. He marched forward with an angry glare that made those striking blue eyes spit fire.

Keith snarled and stomped across the bridge to meet him in the middle. “We’re staying!” he snapped.

“Leaving!” Lance yelled. He lurched forward into Keith’s personal space and knocked their heads together. Keith didn’t back down.

The girls are fighting.

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I put acrylic nails on for some reason and now typing is super difficult. In honor of my misery here’s kl bickering:

Once Shiro was laid down Keith stood and awkwardly crossed and uncrossed his arms. His dark brows were troubled and it seemed like he was buffering. Lance didn’t blame him. They really had dug themselves into a royal shit hole, but anything was better than listening to Dr. Adam drone on about particles and quantum whatevers at unholy hours of the morning.

Lance glanced around the tiny shack, taking in fogged windows and a huge cork board leaned against the wall covered in a knitted blanket. “Have you been living here?” Lance asked with disgust and judgment dripping from his words. The mullet-head’s parents had probably disowned him after he got himself expelled from the Garrison. The thought was cruel, but gave Lance an odd sense of satisfaction.

“You got a problem with that?” Keith snapped. Lance’s retort had woken him up from whatever weird glitch he’d been in, just staring at Shiro with a dangerous storm of emotions swimming about in indigo eyes.

Lance scoffed, “Should have known. It stinks like mullet.” It actually smelled like lavender scented candles, but if he admitted that then Keith would earn another point in their long-standing rivalry.

Keith clenched his fists and glared in Lance’s direction. “Feel free to leave, the door’s that way.”

“And leave Shiro here?” Lance snorted. “Hell no! Getting kidnapped by you is, like, ten times worse than being abducted by aliens. And whose shed are you living in, anyways? Do I need to call the cops?”

Rage flashed in Keith’s eyes. Pissing him off was just as fun as Lance had remembered it being. “This place is mine, and you’re trespassing. Either shut the fuck up or get the fuck out.”

“Children, please, it’s the asscrack of dawn.”

Lance and Keith turned to watch Pidge climb down from Hunk’s shoulders. They glared at the two of them as they wiped drool off their chin and pushed skewed glasses up their nose.

“Yeah,” Hunk chimed in. “I feel like we have more important things to worry about right now. Like, we just kidnapped a man? From the Galaxy Garrison? They’re, like, a world government agency, so I think we might be in deep shit.”

Keith glared at his shoes.

Lance crossed his arms and tried not to think too hard about the potential consequences of their actions. This was probably a dream, so he’d wake up any minute now.