#kolivan vld

[carpblade]

The blade of marmora get a private concert from kolivans favorite pop star but little does she know Kolivan won't let her perform without all the best protection to her side.

[icoldcappuccino]

Llegué a la conclusión de que amo a Antok y a Kolivan y que necesito verlos siendo lindos y familiares, los adoro y la gente de Ao3 me ha alimentando con un montón de headcanons de ellos, y como no pienso matarme con el canon, acá La espada de Marmora vive (Ulaz, Thace, Antok, Regris) y Antok y Kolivan tienen un hijo que se llama Mako

Antok es un gigante que piensa que su hijo es muy pequeño, Kolivan intenta que entienda que Antok solo es muy grande en comparación

Lo tuvieron casi al final de la guerra así que nació sano y en época de paz(??)

Keith es un tío orgulloso y Lance conciente al niño cuando lo ve, y deja que juegue con sus propios hijos cuando no están ocupados en el espacio

(tengo más de estos, pero este es mi fav, eventualmente dibujare a Allura y a Romelle lo prometo)

[justsomevoltronstuff]

Hello hello!

I was wondering if you write for any of the BOM members.

If so can I get angst to fluff, Kolivan and Ulaz (separately) with a medic s/o who is a member of team voltron and they get poisoned?

If not, then Shiro, keith, and lance with the same scenario.

I do believe at this point only God knows when this ask was sent in, I'm like really bad at answering reqs in a timely manner but I think everyones aware of this at this point.

I absolutely LOVED this plot idea and may or may not be writing additional parts for the Paladins as well lol

as always, I hope you enjoy! please feel free to comment/reblog with your thoughts🫶

c/w: poison; medical facility; mentions of fighting; badly written 'fight' scene; Kolivan gets wounded in his and reader is the one wounded in Ulaz's; reader is a medic so if you don't like depictions of medical practices, even briefly, this probably isn't your fic love; Ulaz’s got out of hand and is more of a small one shot than a scenario. my bad.

dividers by @cafekitsune

For as long as you could remember, you had always wanted to be a doctor. Your dream was to help people. You'd joined the Garrison Space Program in hopes of getting the opportunity to further your knowledge in multiple areas of medicine, quickly working your way into position of field medic.

Getting the chance to actually go to space had never been in your plans, you liked having your feet on the ground, where you could be more useful. But signing up for the Garrison didn't leave you with much choice in such matters.

The mission was supposed to be straight forward and to the point, you were hardly even needed. The people in charge wanted you there for the soul purpose of logging the members vitals. Collect scientific data so that the Garrison can use it for their next generation of space suits.

You had only wished it'd been that simple.

It was difficult to tell time in space. Your easiest guesses had been the rotation of meals and when you and the other prisoners were let out to fight in the gladiator pits. You loathed the days you were meant to fight and mostly kept to yourself in order to attend to wounded prisoners best you could.

When Shiro had told you he was busting out, you hadn't even hesitated in packing up any medical scraps you had left and leaving them with your apprentice of sorts. Promising to return to free the rest of the prisoners. Neither of you wanted to leave them there, but getting both of you out would be hard enough.

Getting back to Earth proved far easier than you'd anticipated with the Galran technology. You'd tried to attend to Shiro's arm best you could while he piloted the two of you home.

Home. You honestly thought you'd never see it again.

The landing was, rough. But you'd survived, and then you'd been treated as if you were a threat. Saved by a bunch of cadets before you could be transported back to the Garrison, where you probably wouldn't have seen the light of day for a good while.

Thinking back on those early days, how you'd come to be with the Paladins of Voltron in the Castle of Lions, was almost nostalgic despite not having been so long ago.

Kolivan

Organizing some of your equipment, you tried to busy yourself to not think of the mission they were on. Trying not to get too concerned for the team you'd come to think of as your family. Trying not to think of the one you'd come to love.

Before you could spiral into worst case scenarios, the door to your clinic burst open, Keith holding it open while Antok carried an unconcious Kolivan through the threshold, gently placing him on your table.

You were in full doctor mode before he was down, already gathering up various tools to check his vitals.

"What's the situation?" You asked to no one in particular.

"I think he's been poisoned. He was grazed and just collapsed not long after."

“Are you hurt?” A quick scan told you Keith was relatively unharmed.

“No, it’s just Kolivan.”

Cursing under your breath, you started searching for the wound, making quick work of cleaning it and patching it up after pulling a blood sample from it.

"Get this to Pidge, tell her to run it with every type of poison we have, I need to know what was on that blade." Keith was out of the room before you couldn't even finish.

You prepped every antidote you had or could make, waiting to hear back from Pidge.

Satisfied with your preparation, you turned all your focus and energy to Antok, checking him over for injuries and checking his vitals until he huffed out an “I’m fine.” taking up position by the door and watching you as you began to pace, no more concerns left to keep your mind busy from your bedridden lover.

"Y/n."

Kolivan's voice was hoarse, but very much real. You felt tears spring to your eyes as you turned to look at him.

"I'm okay." He tried to sit up, stopping only due to your hand on his shoulder, pushing him back down on to the bed.

"Okay or not you're going to stay put until I say otherwise."

It wasn't much longer before Keith returned with the type of poison, and you had the antidote administered.

You watched as even Antok seemed to relax, he and Keith both leaving the infirmary to give you some space.

Kolivan watched in silence as you cleaned up your area, carefully stashing away every antidote for every poison you've ever come across or even just read about.

"I'm okay, my love." He says again.

"I know, but you're only okay because I know what I'm doing. You could have died today." You tried to keep the tears threatening to break at bay.

"But I didn't because you know what you're doing. I have nothing to fear if I have you."

You scoffed a laugh, glaring at him over your shoulder.

He just shrugged, holding open his arms for you. Crawling up onto the bed, you snuggled into his chest.

"The mission always comes first." He whispered, a reminder of the life you'd signed up for and willingly walked into the day you'd fallen for him.

"And I'm not saying it shouldn't, just that you don't have to be so reckless with your health."

"I am not reckless."

The pointed glare you shot him made him chuckle, holding you tighter.

"I'll always come back to you safe, my love."

"Safe enough at least." You grumbled, curling tighter around him, causing him to flinch slightly from pressure on his wound, and hold you tighter against him to keep you from pulling away because of it.

Ulaz

You didn’t often find yourself actually in the thick of battle unless the Castle was, but even then there was a level of safety.

Finding yourself actually on a Galra cruiser was not common for you. At least not since you escaped your prison. But you’d sworn you’d be back for the ones you left behind, and after plenty of arguing back and forth, you found yourself tagging along with the paladins to do just that.

Moving about the ship to find your way to the cells felt like second nature, you and Shiro leading the way. The operation was going smoothly up until you passed the hall you wished you could forget.

Ulaz had lived on that hall. Forth door on the left, knock twice, wait, knock twice again. It was ingrained in you, just as the safest path to it was.

You'd tried not to think of Ulaz or your time together on the ship, it was easier not to than to ponder what might've become of him. Had he been made? Would the other Blade's have gotten him out if he had? Was he even still alive?

Time wasn't a commodity you had as you found yourself in the cells, already wrapping up any wounds that needed immediate care and taking note of what could be done once back on the ship.

You'd been far too focused on assisting the wounded, you'd forgotten the dangers of mission and the fact that could easily turn into a battle.

The prisoner you were helping screamed just a moment too late and you felt searing pain as a blade made contact with your arm. You hardly had time to look at your attacker before all you saw was the back of a Galra soldier.

Breathing a weary sigh of relief, you finished your work and urged the prisoner to follow the others, before taking a quick assessment of your wound and the room around you, smiling when Ulaz dropped to his knees beside you.

"What can I do to help?" He asked earnestly, checking your wound himself.

"I think there was poison on the blade, so if I fall unconscious, get Pidge, the Green Paladin, to run a test to figure out what type, I should have the antidote-"

"Get away from them!" Ulaz grunted as he blocked Keith's attack.

"No, stop. He's not hurting me."

The Paladin's all looked at you like you were insane. "He's Galra, Y/n." Hunk stated incredulously. "You're literally bleeding."

"And he dispatched the one that made me bleed. Look I'll explain on the ship, but lets get these prisoners to safety."

Lance moved to pick you up, but Ulaz tightening his grip and standing effortlessly with you stopped him.

"Lead the way, Paladin." He said gruffly.

Somewhere between the holding cells and the lions, you lost consciousness entirely. Comforted by Ulaz’s presence and the knowledge you’d be safe as long as he had you.

“We’re just going to let him stay here? What if he’s leading them right to us?”

“He hasn’t left Y/n’s side for longer than it takes to go to the bathroom, does that really seem like someone who’d compromise them?”

“He’s Galra Keith.”

“And when have the Galra ever not been completely forthcoming with exactly how they feel about us? Face it Lance, even the Galra have emotions and aren’t all bad.”

“But he was on a Galra fleet cruiser, that’s not exactly a green flag.”

“Y/n trusts him, so we at least need to hear them out.”

“Do they always talk this much?” Ulaz whispered.

You chuckled, followed by a coughing fit. Cracking open your eyes and squinting against the bright lights of your infirmary. 

“This is mild for them.” Your voice was hoarse from lack of use. “You get used to it though.”

“Y/n!” Lance screeched, rushing to your side, shoving Ulaz away from you to check you over. “Keith, go get the others! Y/n how are you feeling? Do you need anything? What can I do to-” 

You reached your hand up, covering his mouth. “Dim the lights, they’re gonna give me a headache. And don’t shove the love of my life away from me again or I swear I’ll leave all your healing to those ten thousand year old pods. Understood?”

His eyes widened in shock, looking between you, to Ulaz, and back again.

“Love of your life?” The muffled question felt just as incredulous as it was probably supposed to sound. Pinning him with what he dubbed the ‘Mom Eyes’ he quickly moved to dim the lights. 

Ulaz returned to his spot beside you, gently pulling your hand up to his lips and kissing the back of it gently.

The other Paladins joined you, each taking turns to fill in the blanks of while you were out. Pidge informed you of the type of poison on the blade and how shocked she was that you actually had the antidote. Hunk mentioned the few survivors that have refused any type of healing, holding out for you to check them over. Finally, it was Allura that demanded to know why in the universe you thought bringing a Galra on board was a good idea. You just shrugged and shared a look with Ulaz. 

“Because we’re married.”

The room filled with various amounts of confused faces, indignant squawks –yes, squawks– and a barrage of questions sounding over top others. Your voice couldn’t be heard even if you tried to answer any of them.

Ulaz brought the room to silence with a laugh, an honest to goodness full belly laugh unlike one you’d ever imagined getting from him. He looked at you fondly, kissing the back of your hand once more before turning to your team.

He filled them in on how you’d met while you were imprisoned, how you’d come to fall in love, the ceremony of a wedding the two of you had completely alone in his quarters, and finally of how he was instrumental in yours and Shiro’s escape. He told them that neither of you had ever expected to meet again after that. War wasn’t kind on anyone, but especially not on lovers. 

When he’d been notified that there was an escape attempt happening at the cells you had been held in, he left his post to go check it out. 

“Knowing Y/n, I almost expected their return for the captives. I needed to know they were safe if it was them. I truly mean all of you no harm. I just wanted to make sure my Y/n was safe.”

“What made you break away from the Galra in the first place? It’s cool you’re in love with our Doc, but you’re still Galra, no offence.”

“I was never truly affiliated with the Galra Empire. Much like you, I seek to bring it down. I was working on the inside as a spy when I met Y/n. I am just glad they are mostly safe now. Thank you Paladins, for caring for them while I couldn’t.”

-Admin Rori💜

[bluestarjay]

Look,,, I know, I KNOW that it's his hair,,, but imagine how FUNNY it would be if Krolia brought a cowrie shell necklace for Kolivan back from earth,,,

Krolia: Kolivan! I brought you something back from my stay on earth. I think it'll suit you well.

And it's a fucking cowrie shell necklace. The shit that vsco girls wore.

[skadis-swaggylife]

Royal greetings!

Another sketch/doodle of kolivan

I was trying some lipstick on and decorating a piece of paper with it. Later, I thought it would be a cool background pattern for a little midnight sketch!

confused Kolivan

Stay tuned, darlings!

-Lunar

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CHARACTER: Kolivan SERIES: Voltron: Legendary Defender (2016) COUNT: 108 DOWNLOAD: MEGA

[justsmth2]

so lately I re-watched voltron legendary defender

AND THIS HAPPENED

don't be bother by censorship

yeah you can call the cops already but there's more

after all this years still not over them

and them ;*

oh I have more shiro

it's pride month y'all

(tap on the image for better quality)

[shirophantomvox]

How do you think the dynamic between the blade of marmora, rebel fighters and the garrison would have been on the IGF-Atlas? All the show gave us was crumbs of their interactions so ye I'm curious to know what you have to say :) Also do you think there was some like bad tension between them or were they all friendly especially considering that the BOM is a galra organization.

Very good question, anon. To be clear in this context, dynamic means: the product of many interactive behaviors that happen on different levels. This includes the words we use, facial expressions, and physiology; meaning how you stand, sit, and carry yourself.

 The BOM, the Rebel Fighters, and the Garrison all have one goal and that is to stop Sendak and Honerva. From my memory, the Rebel fighters appeared to have more energy than everyone else. They were always quick to free planets, very loud and excited once they completed their mission and they were quick with anything they were trying to complete.  The Rebel Fighters stood tall and acted quickly and boldly when freeing planets and jails. 

 The Blade of Marmora on the other hand was more serious and stiffer. That means they had no time for games, it didn’t matter if another blade died because the “mission is more important than the individual”, and you couldn’t show any type of emotion because “emotions are a luxury they couldn’t afford”.  I honestly believe that the BOM is so emotionless because of what they endured when they were younger at the beginning of Zarkon’s ruthless leadership. They don’t rejoice once they’ve completed a mission; they just simply move to the next.  We don’t get to see BOM soldiers’ faces because they are covered up except for Kolivan and Ulaz and they never smile. Well, Kolivan did when Keith was in the hospital. 

 The IGF-Atlas is composed of the students and staff at the Galaxy Garrison. Although they appeared to be serious (as they should) they didn’t hesitate to rejoice once they destroyed some of Sendak’s cruisers and other things. They were able to effectively communicate with each other and get their missions done and move to the next one. I will say that I do not think that just the IGF-Atlas would’ve stopped Honerva; the help from allies contributed to this success. 

 I think that altogether their efforts to stop the enemy would have worked but in the end, they would have split up. Kolivan’s way of leading is much different than Shiro’s way of leading. Shiro emphasizes “teamwork makes the dream work” and Kolivan doesn’t. If anything, I think the Rebel Fighters would do well with the Atlas crew; their quick ways of figuring out the problem and a possible solution could lead to them catching the tyrant. 

 Now, I don’t really understand your second question, but I’ll try to answer it to the best of my ability. I think at the beginning it was hard for everyone to trust the Blade of Marmora simply because they were Galra and, to be honest, their skepticism was valid. If you heard and saw a Galran emperor was chasing, you all around the galaxy to kill you and steal everything you had and did the same thing to other people...I’d be cautious too. Unfortunately, we have seen that people will become brainwashed and blindly follow behind someone either because they think “he’s our leader, he’d never lead us astray” or because they were afraid to disobey him. Either way, that doesn’t excuse their actions/behaviors. When the people on Puig refused to thank Kolivan, that is because they didn’t know if they could trust them or not. Anon, if you and your family lived on Puig for the longest and you learned that someone constantly massacred and colonized your place of living for over a span of 10,000 years and continued to do so, would you automatically trust them or would you give them the space to prove themselves trustworthy? It isn’t right to group everyone together but you still have to be very cautious because you do not know how your life could change in a second. We have to factor in that they did their work behind the curtain; no one knew who they were and what they did. The people on board the IGF-Atlas trust Kolivan and the blades because of Sam’s word and this was way after Puig was freed. 

 Nevertheless, the BOM did their job and people were more open to them and began to trust them. 

 Thank you for this question, anon! Ask more if you’d like!