Voltron Pidge - Blog Posts
Voltron art dump!!!
Most of these are pretty old (1/2 years, they're in order from most to least recent), but I still like them :D
Uhh I guess it's pretty clear who my favorite characters are...
Unpopular Opinions(Voltron: LD Edition)
Please respect others’ opinions. Thank you! 😊❤️
*Sorry if any of mine are popular. I don’t talk about my opinions with fandoms since they can be pretty toxic.*
Here are mine:
1. The Shiro clone idea was really bad.
I don't like this idea because the development "Shiro" went through between S3 & 6 did not affect the actual Shiro.
2. Voltron went downhill once Keith replaced Shiro as the leader.
I don't think it is Keith's fault for the show's quality depleting; this is a timeline of when quality decreased. But, I think Shiro was a way better leader than Keith since he has the experience and personality of one. Keith is more of a second-in-command, at least for me.
3. Allura and Lance should have never gotten together.
This ship was all over the place. First Lance had a huge unrequited crush on Allura, then he seemed to be moving on and she was in love with Lotor. The development was rushed near the end, and their chemistry was kind of awkward to me.
4. I wasn’t super upset about Allura’s death. Just the way it was written.
Allura never really connected with me. I really tried to like her as much as most of the main characters, but I couldn't feel it. Her death was sudden and lukewarm, especially the goodbye between her and the Voltron crew. There was this feeling of emptiness in this reunion. The circumstances of why she had to die was meh. It would've been better if the lions sacrificed themselves instead.
5. Klance is very overrated(still kind of ship it tho).
This ship was everywhere, and some Klance shippers I've seen were toxic which turned me off for a while. At first, I felt kind of pressured to like this ship since Klance shippers populated the fandom. Now, I genuinely enjoy the ship, though I wish other ships gained more attention.
6. Shiro’s second arm design was bad.
I loved his first arm and was super upset when the designers did a 180 on the second one. It was so clunky and distracting whenever it was in full view. The detached portion of it was really annoying too.
When it comes to robotic limbs, I want them to look natural with the body.
7. Having so many villains was not a great idea.
I've watched shows with a lot of villains and they mostly put me off since some of them were one-note and generic. I really didn't like when Lotor was the temporary villain; he could've been a great ally for the finale. Honerva was pretty rushed and boring; she would have been better if she was the main villain much longer than two seasons. Zarkon was probably the best one.
8. Compared to villains in general, Honerva wasn’t too bad.
Compared to a lot of villains (especially the minor ones), Honerva is okay. I don't think she was great though. She needed a lot more development and her redemption was so quick.
I didn’t have a lot to say since most of my strong opinions are about the last two seasons and I agree with most of the fans.
What do you guys think? 😊❤️
Secret Love Song
Klance
The Paladins were at a coalition celebration. Yet when they entered the King was experiencing a dilemma. His singer was sick.
“I can sing if you’d like that?”
The king spun on his heels a bright smile on his face, while the Voltron team seemed embarrassed and ready for the worst.
“Really? Oh thank you, follow me we need to get you in singing attire.”
Lance’s face froze, “Attire?!?”
Hunk snorted, “Good luck buddy!”
Everyone had been wondering around conversing and waiting for Lance’s appearance.
The lights dimmed, there was a blue setting in the background. Lance rose in a beautiful blue tux, of course with and Altean touch to it, makeup smeared on his face, hair messily styled. And a cape resembling the long part of a wedding dress.
“We keep behind closed doors. Every time I see you, I die a little more. Stolen moments that we steal as the curtain falls. It'll never be enough.”
The crowd grows silent, utterly taken aback by the blue Paladins beautiful singing.
“As you drive me to my house. I can't stop these silent tears from rolling down. You and I both have to hide. On the outside where I can't be yours and you. Can't be mine”
Emotion was already apparent in his singing, his expression seemed to ease into the music the song itself beautiful, and the wide vocal range Lance had made it better.
“But I know this. We got a love that is homeless”
Lance seemed to concentrate his hands giving away his work.
“Why can't I hold you in the street?”
The pitch shocked everyone as Lance seemed almost triggered by the lyrics.
“Why can't I kiss you on the dance floor?”
His body swayed as he had the crowd in a trance.
“I wish that it could be like that. Why can't it be like that? 'Cause I'm yours”
The second Lance’s eyes opened they locked onto Keith’s. The poor boys mouth was agape, his eyes wide, and he was bright red. Lance smiled softly looking out to the crowd.
“Why can't I say that I'm in love? I wanna shout it from the rooftops”
Lance smiled as he sang warmth spreading over him, the memories of butterflies and sincere loving overwhelmed him.
“I wish that it could be like that. Why can't it be like that? 'Cause I'm yours”
Lance’s eyes found Keith’s once more and decided to not look away. Oh shit, there are the butterflies.
“It's obvious you're meant for me. Every piece of you, it just fits perfectly. Every second, every thought, I'm in so deep. But I'll never show it on my face”
Lance smiled as tears whelmed up letting them fall forcing himself to look away the pain struck.
“But we know this, we got a love that is homeless”
Lance bit his lip wipping his face quickly. The crowd now emotional as well.
“Why can't you hold me in the street?”
He gripped his chest holding back as many tears as possible. Keith looked broken wanting to hold the crumbling boy on stage.
“Why can't I kiss you on the dance floor?”
Holding the mic he controlled his breaking to give forth power.
“I wish that it could be like that. Why can't we be like that? 'Cause I'm yours”
Lance took his face back the vocals echoing through the castle everyone hollered.
“Why can't I say that I'm in love? I wanna shout it from the rooftops”
Flinging out an arm he furrowed his brows as he already knew tomorrow he’s struggle to speak.
“I wish that it could be like that. Why can't we be like that? 'Cause I'm yours”
Lance’s emotions almost seemed to send out a bolt of energy to the people as they received it they all smiled, this eyes watering as they know this is true emotion.
“I don't wanna live love this way”
“I don't wanna hide us away”
“I wonder if it ever will change”
“I'm living for that day. Someday”
Lance covered his mouth for a second. His mom wouldn’t accept him. Yet is she really family if she doesn’t love him for such a tiny thing? A tear fell down and he took a deep breath.
“When you hold me in the street. And you kiss me on the dance floor”
Lance’s smile appeared as he grew excited. The bubbly side to him reappearing.
“I wish that we could be like that. Why can't we be like that”
Lance grew angry, why didn’t Keith just love him. Why’d he have to just— Ugh!
“'Cause I'm yours, I'm yours”
Lance gazed at Keith extending out a hand pointing to Keith as he bounced a bright smile on his face. Keith turned as red as a tomato and looked down.
“Oh, why can't you hold me in the street? Why can't I kiss you on the dance floor?”
Lance leaned over only to see Keith approaching the stage.
“I wish that it could be like that. Why can't it be like that? 'Cause I'm yours”
Pidge handed Keith something. Lance smiled brightly tears falling.
“Why can't I say that I'm in love? I wanna shout it from the rooftops”
Lance’s head snapped as he stared as the crowd parting Keith holding a mic, his voice was beautiful. He was beautiful.
“I wish that it could be like that. Why can't we be like that?”
Lance then and there almost bursted info to tears so he let out a half relieved laugh.
“'Cause I'm yours”
Lance held his own mic as Keith stepped onto the stage.
“Why can't we be like that”
Lance watched Keith set his microphone down as he continued to sing holding his own to his mouth.
“Wish we could be like that”
Keith took Lance’s microphone deeply kissing him in a dip.
Just like that the crowd went wild. Keith picked up Lance swiftly carrying him off the stage. Laughing like little kids Lance took off the cape as Keith took his hand running down the halls onto the balcony.
Lance started dancing to the upbeat music being played. Keith happily started bouncing and twisting, holding Lance’s hands.
Keith smirked no longer moving observing Lance.
Lance immiedietly noticing awkwardly looked away, “What?”
“You’re beautiful.”
“Stop, don’t say that your the pretty boy here.”
Keith smiled softly kissing Lance. Their lips interlocked as if they were made for one another.
“I can really get used to this.”
Keith took his hand, “Yes you will, let’s head back to the party though.”
Lance smild holding Keith’s hand as they made their way down the steps.
When you’re sick
Langst
Lance is sick, he’s caught something, not even the castle could detect
Within a day he could barely speak and get around on his own
When he went to bed he took out his contacts, put on his glasses, and knew that putting on a face mask would only be a hard wake up
The next day arrives and Lance doesn’t come for breakfast
Pidge remembered during training Lance needed to sit down
Hunk recalled Lance refusing to eat
Keith noticed the lack of speech from Lance
Shiro noticed Lance struggling to stand let alone stay still
Allura noticed his irritability, as he’s never one to get upset or act stuck up and not laugh
Coran noticed Lance never stayed around, yes Lance showed all those other features but the fact Lance avoided everyone shocked him
They were all concerned but rather than checking they wanted to let the whole team have a day off
Lance woke up his body practically stuck to the bed, swallowed hard as he struggled to breath
His hair curly again
His glasses in place
Slowly he sat up immediately coughing horribly
Throwing himself to his feet he fell only to stand by sticking to the wall
It felt like hours it took for him to reach the control room to ask for help
The door slid open to see Lance looking like a ghost
“Help.”
Just like that he hit the ground
Unknown power
Lance was always different he was always more on the peaceful side rather than immediately resorting to violence and he always was good at language and pretty much could easily learn anyone he felt like he wanted to learn. He held himself well and proudly feeling, strong confident and more powerful then what an average human felt about one's self. Born strong... scratch that extremely strong. Well in accordance with how he never really worked out and was more muscular when compared to those around him. Blessed with the knowledge of reading others' body language and how those around him work. A quick thinker in stressful and intense moments.
He may have not been good at school due to his short attention span or anything but he still didn’t do horrible.
Yet since he joined Voltron it just became out of wack. He didn’t feel as confident or as smart or as if he was worth anything. He still had those traits he just no longer found himself different from everyone else. He felt like he was worth so much less and just not of use when it came to it.
Deciding to take a rest they noticed as an unidentifiable ship landed they all looked horrified when Sendak walked out and had around 30 Alteans behind him, a sight no one could’ve ever imagined seeing.
Lance felt something in his chest change it was an uncontrollable rage he never knew he could possess. It felt like acid reflux but throughout his entire being. Without warning, he was right before Sendak with his Bayard summoned and aimed at his throat. Sendak had a wide smirk.
“A worthy opponent. Let's fight.”
Lance flew back to dodge Sendak's arm and summoned his gun and Blasted Sendak's arm causing it to spark, shocking Lance who grunted used to the feeling by now taking a hard run at Sendak. Sendak flashed out his other arm ad it slammed into Lance’s helmet breaking it. Lance had to blink a bit to refocus on what was happening and felt blood drip down his nose and he smirked wiping it off with his hand.
“Alright, fucker no more nice guy.”
Sendak was taken back for a second wondering what the fuck that meant and Lance took Sendak being off guard as a blessing pulling out his sword and Sendak had one of his own and he was pressing against Lance’s smirking.
“You think you can defeat me? You are nothing more than a weak, useless Paladin.”
Lance growled and felt his anger volt through his body, feeling himself growing stronger, a powerful energy coarse through his body.
“Oh, Sendak.”
Sendak smirked pressing forward, towards Lance, “Yes?”
“I’m not a Paladin, I’m so much more...”
Sendak was taken aback for a second and roared charging at the Blue Paladin.
Lance’s eyes turned bright blue as his aura shined bright purple from red and blue since he was both their Paladins.
Lance took a deep and sharp break growing more and more angry with every breath he took.
Lance screamed as he felt himself transform he slammed his foot into Sendak's only hand knocking the sword lightyears away. He then slammed his foot into Sendak’s chest causing him to fly back and Lance screamed as he bolted at Sendak the team just watching this all godown. Sendak’s arm flew back as he shot it at Lance who caught his arm and slammed it along with Sendak to the ground like Allura did with Lotor.
He suddenly saw an orb of blue appear in his hand and Lance smiled, “This won’t hurt one bit.”
Lance drew back his arm and slammed it into Sendak creating a huge explosion causing everyone to fly back. Lance screaming in anger morphing it into something unidentifiable.
The team screamed as they ran to the scene the smoke hasn’t cleared out yet and they all got a giant flash of Lance’s past, after being consumed by a wave of light.
Lance was laying in his bed looking up at the glow stars, “What does she mean I’m different?”
They snapped out of it and found Lance on his hands and knees and they froze when they saw his appearance. His hair was bright white he had nice pointed ears and blue marking covering his body.
His freckles no longer brown rather replaced with white, almost glowing dots.
Hunk pointed to Lance’s altered appearance, “Lance your hair!”
Keith nodded grabbing Lance’s hand pulling back the armor showing Lance his freckles were white.
Lance stood up looking at him then turning to the team in shock as he felt the scales beneath his eyes once pulling up a mirror, “I’m-“
Allura breathes our shallowly her expressions soft and tears filled her eyes to the brim, “Altean.”
Quiet? Langst.
The team was resting and made camp. At one point they all stopped and looked at Lance who was standing looking out at the horizon and looked down at his hands. He felt broken.
He no longer knew who he was, he knew they were going back to Earth, but would he even be the Lance his family knew and loved?
It was like the water was calling to me, past the cliff I was standing upon into the vast seas, seemingly clear but endless.
Where is this going?
Don’t leave me alone.
How do I do this all alone?
Activating my jet pack I took a step back swinging my arms as I flung myself off the cliff to soften the fall.
I need to know.
I need to go.
Into the great wide somewhere.
Allura got up screaming as she jumped after him.
Pidge after Allura.
Keith after Pidge.
Followed by Hunk.
When they reached the water and the bubbles cleared out there was a beautiful village filled with merpeople.
Hunk took a moment and looked on the map and froze, “This is the planet me and Lance were on when we were shot out of the wormhole.”
Allura’s tone worried instantly observing her surroundings, “Is this place bad?”
Hunk smiled slightly excited, ”No this was definitely my favorite place I’ve been at in space so far.”
The mermaids swam up smiling happily at Hunk hugging him and thanking him for his heroic acts the last time he was there
Hunk then asked where Lance was and the one mermaid bit her lip, “He’s with the queen and Plaxum.”
Hunk paused as her expression seemed to imply something was wrong, “Do you know why?”
The girl frowned shaking her he’d but nevertheless seemed worried,” No but Lance’s expression was beyond scary as we never thought a person as happy as him could feel so low.”
Keith stepped in needed to see him okay, “Take us to them.”
They were lead through the castle and all walked up to a room the entrance consisting of giant doors. The mermaid tapped on them and the doors opened up to find Plaxum hugging Lance tightly and protectively as he hugged her back and the queen was hovering around speaking to him with a face of sorrow.
“I could tell you were near and not feeling yourself so I drove you to me.”
She gasped looking over, “Welcome back Hunk we’ve missed you! And hello other paladins of Voltron.”
Allura walked up and extended out a hand, “I am princess Allura of Altea, the honors all mine.”
Luxia looked Allura up and down nodding, “Nice to meet you too I am Queen Luxia Of Otorica.”
Allura nodded quickly letting her hand fall to her side slightly embarrassed as Plaxum and Lance went to the back corner of the room where she held his face and smiled sadly at it and the others expected him to kiss her but she knew better than to kiss him and she loved him so much just it became for family like especially after being denied.
A guard stormed in, “The Baku is back-“
Lance snapped his head over his eyes puffy and red but his face gone frozen, “What do you mean?”
The guard huffed, “There is a small creature that is exactly like the one you and Hunk defeated long ago.”
Lance turned to Plaxum, “Shall we?”
Luxia extended a hand out holding an object. Lance looked at her and held his own hand out as she placed the object in his hand. It was his jelly fish hat and he put it on and Plaxum did the same with hers and the two flew out. The entire room had windows around so the Paladins could see it.
Lance blasted off to find a not as big but still very large Baku as it came right at him. People came over and started to attack. Plaxum grabbed Lance close to her and he held her, protecting her as she handed him bombs and he chucked them at people dodging all attacks inflicted torwards him and the Baku constantly was a pain in the ass.
Lance bit his lip begging for Blue, “Common Blue... I need you for this. Please girl.”
The Baku slammed into Lance who used his jet pack to recover and blasted off to The Baku and gasped for air when exposed as when the Baku rammed into him his helmet flew off. The blue lion roared and Plaxum was in the lions mouth like last time he grabbed the Baku and slammed it into a rock wall. Blue used it’s claws to climb up the wall as the Baku swam after him. His lion pressed off the wall doing an impressive flip and blasted the worm causing its blue guts to fly everywhere and all the sudden it sparked and electrocuted Blue. Lance let out a bone chilling scream.
Floating lifelessly Lance gasped for hair as blue grumbled, the calling of Plaxum waking him up. Groaning as his eyes slowly adapted to the light. He heard his team approaching.
Rushing to Lance who immiedietly gained composure grabbing onto the seat turning on gravity listened to thumping.
Chucking knowing they all fell they still ran in swarming his asking if was okay touching him and their gaze hovering over him.
Lance didn’t respond swatting at them and he couldn’t bring himself to feel any emotion.
Upon everyone leaving along with Lance, Allura pointed to Lance and turned to Plaxum begging for answers, “What is wrong with Lance?”
Plaxum crosses her arms, “You are your ‘team’ broke him, you stripped him clean of himself because none of you liked the real him and when he tried to change you then just ignored him is what I’m talking about.”
Allura and the team who had over heard looked to Lance making his way back to the castle with horrified expressions gasped.
In a small voice Keith was slapping his forehead feeling like an idiot, “Oh god, what have we done!”
I don’t care
Klance (minor Klangst in beginning)
Keith came back to Voltron as this was important for his BOM mission. Lance didn’t bother to arrive as Keith leaving hurt him a lot. Hiding off in training room slashing and screaming, as usual, just to let out all the pain Keith inflicted on him intentionally or not.
“I wish we never had the bonding moment! I wish I never met you at the Garrison! I wish I never followed Pidge onto the roof! I wish you never left! I wish I never loved you-“
Lance heard Coran walk in with a worried face and turned off the simulation, “My boy are you okay?”
Lance shook his head dismissing Coran, “Yes, I’m fine.”
Coran frowned knowing Lance enough to tell easily it was a lie, “No I can sense you are distressed. Maybe along with the fact you didn’t attend Keith’s return.”
Lance bit his lip his gaze immediately falling to some random spot on the wall, “It doesn’t matter-“
Coran hugged him his embrace soft and careful yet solid, “I heard it all Lance you don’t need to lie... I understand you loved him and he left which hurt you deeply — it’s okay you can tell me that my boy.”
Lance wrapping his hands around Coran reciprocating the embrace before he proceeded to continue training allowing Coran to sit and watch. The two held a nice conversation and Lance felt... somewhat better.
Coran sighed alerting Lance before he forgot, “You have a mission in one of your earth hours.”
Lance sighed sitting down wondering why Coran felt the need to tell him right then, “Okay...?”
Coran looked at Lance a flash of concern and remorse, “And it’s with Keith.”
~with Keith~
He was sitting in the kitchen with Hunk obviously distressed about Lance not showing up to his return.
Hunk spoke plainly telling Keith this as if it were as plain as day, “I hope you know he’s pretty pissed at you and hurt.”
Keith slammed his hands on the table frustrated not seeming to understand, “Why I didn’t even do anything!”
Pidge scoffed looking up from her laptop for the first time since entering, “Man what a dickish thing to say. Keith common you just left like that. No formal goodbye and dropped us all! May I say, mainly Lance like trash and it doesn’t help that Shiro’s been a dick to him too.”
Keith sighed resting his head on the table guilt starting to build up, “How do I make this up?”
Hunk chuckled waving Keith off as it wasn’t his job of course as it wasn’t, “Lance can hold a grudge like a god, good luck.”
Pidge fixed her glasses her gaze once again immediately trained into whatever codes she was typing into her laptop, “Well, I guess you could start with the mission you two have in a couple minutes.”
Keith sighed resting his head on the table. I mean hey, Pidge is right it’s worth a shot.
~The mission~
Coran and Lance walked out of the training room and Lance dismissed his Bayard before Keith could see it. Coran patted his back before Lance approached Keith.
“Let’s go.”
He only spoke those two words and they made their way into the red lion and silence overtook the empty lion. Lance didn’t budge but he did feel the burning in his chest of hurt as Keith was close. He sighed attempting to swallow the lump in his throat.
Lance pulled up the mission and looked at his goal speaking to himself, “Okay save a local planet... Allura, I wish you were more descriptive. Yet this mission not even close in difficulty as some missions I’ve done.”
Lance shut off the hologram and threw on locking his helmet expecting this was going to be easy and even if it wasn’t he manages fairly well.
Keith spoke messing with his hands, “Lance?”
Lance didn’t even budge something about Keith having a lack of composure was foreign and made Lance twitch, “Yes?”
Keith bit his lip before speaking words he would normally refuse to say, “I’m sorry?”
Lance scoffed immediately licking eyes with Keith amused, “Was that a question idiot?”
Keith frowned hurt snapping back, “Wow... okay sorry!”
Lance landed and took off his helmet snapping his head to Keith and spat out, “You're sure as hell not forgiven.”
Keith was shocked and watched as Lance walked out as bullets and weapons were flying everywhere.
Lance summoned his Bayard and knew the guys in purple were enemies and with that, his Bayard sprung to life.
Keith stuck in his tracks paused upon seeing the sword Lance wheedled. Lance started taking down any enemy on sight with no hesitation.
Lance muttered curses under his breath exactly like the ones he said in the training room and stopped slicing them in half and decided to punch them.
“This is for being a bitch!”
“This for just being here!”
Lance glared and Drew back his arm, “And this for making me love you!”
Lance slammed his fist into the alien's face killing them from hard impact.
Keith smiled at Lance taken aback by the growth he’s seen in him, “Lance that was amazing.”
Lance rolled his eyes not caring for how hard it seemed Keith was trying, “Yeah we’re in a fucking war so get your head out of your ass it’s not a hat.”
Keith was shocked and enraged with how rude Lance was being and had enough of it, “Oh fuck off!”
Lance shoved Keith away slapping a Keith with reality, “Says the one who keeps talking to me when I don’t want you to!”
Keith growled flailing his arms, “Well I’m sorry I’m trying to reconnect with a friend!”
Lance laughed hard,” Friend. Friend? If you were a friend you wouldn’t have dropped me without a second thought! But guess what... That’s exactly what you did!”
Keith froze with no counter to that, “I had no idea you felt that way...”
Lance was already walking away waving Keith off, “Well then I guess you aren’t as smart as I thought Kogane.”
Keith narrowed his eyes only letting anger do the talking, “Listen to yourself you’re in a war! We don’t have time for relationships!”
Lance gasped his walking stopped and a giant wave of guilt smacked Keith, “So a war means you leave Voltron which could have gotten us all killed for a rebel group that’s been running and surviving for maybe I don’t know 10 fucking thousand years?!?”
Keith paused as he couldn’t fight with that statement as it was true, “Uhm...”
Lance pushed Keith back pissed, “Yeah you were only thinking of yourself fucking jerk!”
Keith grabbed Lance’s hands, “Lance calm down.”
Lance ripped his hands from Keith’s grasp, “I won’t calm down till you leave me again cause I wouldn’t expect anything else.”
Keith not knowing what else so grabbed Lance’s face and hardly kissed him. Lance tried to fight back but Keith wrapped his arms around Lance and didn’t budge. Lance tried his hardest and broke down kissing back tears falling all the anger was gone now only hurt.
Keith realized what he did to Voltron was what his mom did to him.
Keith pulled back from the kiss pulling Lance into a tight hug, “I left you once I’m never leaving you again.”
Lance sobbed pulling Keith close, “You’re such an asshole!”
Keith nodded, “I know I am — and I don’t expect everything to be normal right away... but I’m really never leaving again.”
Lance looked up at him a serious expression displayed on his face, “Promise?”
Keith nodded hand still cupping Lance’s face he rubbed his thumb on a nice soft cheek, “ I Promise.”
Lance this time initiated the kiss and when he felt Keith deeply kiss back he knew that Keith was going to do his best to keep that Promise.
Till the day he dies.
The truth is out
Oneshot
The connection with Voltron was horrible the team pointed it out and never picked up on Lance’s lack of response.
Lance saw an oncoming storm and there was something about it. Lance disconnected from Voltron. The team was screaming at him but he ignored them.
Lance felt the world spin and all his feelings would cause the storm to crack and boom. It was worse than something you’d find on earth. The team landed and ran after Lance.
Lance took of his helmet tear falling as he spun and stood in an open field and spun grabbing his head screaming and the team was running after him and the whole storm went inside him and everything was perfect for a tic but when that tic was over Lance sobbed falling onto his hands and knees and the storm was tearing him apart from the inside out learning everything about him and what he held deep inside. The storm went out of him and took the side the team always saw and smiled at Lance who was crying and looked numb.
The figure grabbed Lance’s face, “Now you can’t hide what you bottle up.”
Lance laughed uncontrollably and the figure grew worried, “Stop it this instant.”
Lance sob laughed his head tilted up his jaw wide desperately crying and screaming.
The team ran to Lance and tried to touch him but Lance shuddered and slapped them away.
“Go away!”
Lance got up and the storm tried to get back into Lance and was confused when it couldn’t.
“Sorry storm you took my facade but now that that’s gone I’m occupied.”
Lance bit his lip the storm swirling just as Lance’s mind was racing and the storm reminded Lance of a heartbreaking memory that never fails to make him upset. The way Allura looked at Keith the way she always kinda leaned close to him.
Lance’s eyes grew dark and the figure smiled speaking to Lance, “Common Lance let it go and let loose they’ve wronged you give them their precious reward.”
Lance smiled tears falling and stood tall, “You know what?”
The figure smiled, “Yes?”
Lance chuckled, “You’re just a voice I already hear it’s more annoying than anything I’ve ever ignored. The voices now are just a nice loud slap in the face. Maybe you are right after all these years of fighting it I should just give in and do it.”
The figure smiled and Lance summoned out his Bayard and aimed it at himself. Hunk tackled Lance and Lance screamed the storm struck Hunk violently and Pidge fought back. Lance pulled out a bottle and chugged the contents and threw them at the ground and started running. The team followed him screaming at him. The storm went away as Lance slowly died.
Lance knew any moment he would drop dead and kept running then it happened he ran and felt his breathing slow and the corners of his vision grow black and his legs gave out and just like that he blacked out after that.
The group refused to accept Lance was gone and kept him in the pod. Lance fell out and didn’t budge and laid there.
Pidge tapped Lance and then soon checked for a pulse and got nothing.
Keith being cheesy thought about true loves kiss and deeply kissed Lance. He felt Lance’s lips were cold and he never knew he was crying but felt a tiny shaky breath escape from Lance.
Keith gasped as he pulled away looking at Lance.
Lance quickly gasped as he shot up coughing like crazy. Keith looked shook as fuck and touched his lips.
It worked?
Lance looked horrified and looked at his hands and rubbed his face. He looked slightly shocked he was there and looked at the face right by his. Keith’s.
Lance’s eyes narrowed and he got up and started walking out. Shiro raised a brow looking at Keith as if the look said what the fuck.
Keith ran after Lance. Lance ignored every comment Keith stated and Lance snapped.
“Oh I’m sorry the person I like is in love with someone else!”
Keith frowned, “Allura doesn’t even like me!”
Lance scoffed, “That’s not the person I’m worried about.”
Keith froze and Lance turned around and sped off Keith grabbed Lance’s arm, “Wait you like me?”
Lance had tears falling, “Jesus chri- Yes Keith I like you!”
Keith grabbed Lance’s collar tilting Lance’s head up and kissed him roughly obviously inexperienced other than when he kissed Lance who was dead at the time. Lance shocked slowly kissed back wrapping his arms around Keith now had warm lips a soft expression decorated on his face.
Keith pulled back from Lance who was breathless, “I love you Lance, but next time remember I don’t even like girls.”
Lance smiled and sighed with relief still scoffing at Keith’s remark, “I love you too Keith.”
Keith dipped Lance and kissed him again.
Sure Lance’s depression, and suicidal tendencies wouldn’t go unspoken. Yet now he had some stability, maybe he’ll learn love isn’t dead. Maybe he’ll learn life is worth living.
Man Lance was in deep.
Langst - a locked door
Just some langst one shot
Lance had been going without his antidepressants as he left them on earth.
Each day was worse than the last but of course
He’d never admit to such a thing
His mind was his enemy, no one did but if you looked close enough you’d see his eyes dull the smallest but every single day. His smiles became fake but they slowly faded along with his jokes and trying to flirt with people. They never picked up on his laughs as they were only there cause if he didn’t they would be loud unbearable sobs.
I mean hey the one time he cried it was a joke.
Yeah, a joke.
Lance would always say that to himself that he was a joke and people better than him were the easiest thing to find. He wasn’t important... he was irrelevant... invalid... unnecessary.
They had a team bonding exercises and it was no longer Pidge who had troubles opening up rather Lance.
The group shouted at him as he blurred it out he was very good at that. Just as Pidge did slammed it on the ground but ran off for the rest of the day.
No one followed
no one cared to ask
Nothing
Lance was fine with that he wasn’t surprised that no one cared maybe he should make it easy and kill himself. Take his Bayard and shot and/or stab himself or let a bot kill him.
Lance frowned thinking no in my room I don’t want to have the change someone finds me and puts me in a healing pod... they’d think it would be a waste of time...
Little did Lance know he was the support of the group to hold them up for support.
Also the defense, he protected them as much as he could from the outside world.
He agreed with the gods that yes this was a hell that managed to pick him. Him to be the one who suffers from anxiety, depression, and some things he can even begin to explain. He shuddered at the idea of having his medicine, he yearned for them. For him to feel it coarse through his body and make his feel numb. He’d rather be numb than sad he decided. Being numb made it easier to fake the happiness than the darkness from depression making a smile almost unbearable let alone a laugh.
The others were discussing with Kolivan and Keith when Keith finally asked, “Where’s Lance?”
Pidge fixed her glasses, “He stormed out during training today and haven’t seen him since.”
Kolivan must have felt Keith worries, “And you didn’t speak to him, you need him here if you want to go through with this plan.”
Allura fixed her crown, “That isn’t necessary.”
Hunk looked over wanting to interject but his own doubt has been consuming him as Lance hasn’t been around long enough for Hunk to be comforted.
Pidge and Shiro’s stress has been taking a toll on them as Lance hasn’t been around to reassure them and make sure they know everything will be alright.
Matt’s loneliness even though he had Katie took over as he felt slightly at a loss for no apparent reason and hasn’t been able to hear from Lance about how it’s okay not to have a reason and the feeling is normal and it’ll all be okay.
Allura’s homesickness was no longer an issue as she had Lotor to cling too and the team slightly found her statement rude but none had the strength to do so.
Coran was worried for the boy but as he was for the longest bit Allura’s guardian he never went against her word.
Keith was terrified of Lance, he’s seen Lances vulnerable side but that wasn’t even a bit of it, Lance inside was a number 5 hurricane maybe even 6.
But in the end, it didn’t matter Lance wasn’t checked on.
Kolivan sighed, “Very well.”
Keith wanted to flick Allura off or go for herself when he looked at Hunk who was looking at Keith.
Lance was in his room putting through his plan and didn’t know so he shrugged and pulled out his Bayard.
He thought everything will be fine Allura has blue Keith could take red Shiro would have black Hunk would have yellow and Pidge would have green.
Nothing was wrong.
Nothing was ever wrong.
-SELF HARM & SUICIDE MENTIONS BELOW-
Lance sharply inhaled as he threw it at the wall and then went to the bathroom.
Lance violently threw things around as he started the water turning the cold on high and plugged it. Lance threw stuff around shoving all of his beauty routine supplies in the trash and destroyed everything letting his eyes land on a box. He swallowed at the lump in his through the familiar shiny sharp pieces of metal, some with blood crusted on the edges. He never told anyone as he slyly paid for them and hid them in his pocket. Lance rather set those aside and felt into his pocket and smiled as an inviting sting jolted up his arm when his thumb pressed onto the blade the outer layer of skin completely cut through.
He pressed forward slightly screaming as it hit the bone.
He huffed as it was pained and heard drips of blood fall from his jacket pocket.
Lance ripped out the blade hitting his teeth scared they may break.
The others thought they heard a scream but dismissed it as if they were just paranoid.
Lance was thankful but little did he know the others were discussing whether they should check on him or not.
Lance looked at the bath for a good couple of minutes, “This is it... it’ll soon be over.”
The mice had a bad feeling and hurried off to Hunk or Pidge or Matt people that could try and listen.
Lance without taking off any clothing slowly sank into the tub not taking notice it was seconds from overflowing but nothing was plugged in and no cords were near the ground so no shocking would take place.
Lance didn’t cry he looked happy as he took the blade with a shaky hand. He couldn’t feel his face as he was numb but he picked up on drips of water that fell and knew wasn’t from the water being brought into the tub and pressed a hand to his face and couldn’t pick up any feeling.
He pulled up his sleeves and slowly pressed down and closed his eyes and slammed it down into his wrists causing them to bleed like crazy Lance let out a scream that was dismissed again but the mice moved quicker with that.
Kolivan and Keith we’re heading to the castle for further discussion on the grand meeting.
They arrived when the mice reached the team and went to Pidge and she dismissed them until they got to Hunk and Matt.
Hunk always felt Lance was hiding something and nodded Matt along with Hunk bolted for Lance room passing Keith and Kolivan in their way. Keith and Kolivan exchanged a look that was extremely unsettling by the speed of the two that passed.
Lance stuck his other arm and screamed and ripped it out continuing until he felt the corners of his vision grow blurry and black and faded. He felt his body sink into the ice-cold water and the air rush out of his lungs but never really needed to go back in.
Light red water covered the floor running out of the bathroom now through Lance’s room under the crack of his door into the hallway.
Hunk screamed, “Lance open the door right now!”
Matt banged on the door as more water flowed out, “Lance! Come on this isn’t funny!”
The two sounded desperate Pidge scurried over to the door hacking it open as she had her laptop. The bottom of Lance’s floor was covered in 2 inches of water with a pink tint to it. It reeked and little did they know what laid in the bathroom would be the cause of it.
Pidge screamed in horror when she spotted Lance.
Hunk pulled Lance’s head from under the water and didn’t catch a pulse and started to perform CPR.
Matt ran down the halls Pidge screaming to get a pod ready and Matt screaming for the help of the others.
Hunk got Lance’s pulse but Lance never coughed as he never took in water his nose had been poking out of the water but was severely bleeding out. The sight of Lance’s arms and wrists made Hunk wince and gag.
The other feet were thumping through the halls and Hunk was running a pretty much dead Lance in his arms. A tiny strip of blood dripping from Lance’s arms constantly leaving a pretty much-filled line of blood. Keith now ahead of Hunk he willed his body to move faster. And it stopped when he saw Hunk turn the corner and ran right in front of Keith heading to the pods and the line of blood that followed Hunk made the others freeze but Matt kept running as his body went into overdrive.
Hunk was wheezing as he ran his orange headband flying behind him as he ran. The others never have seen him move faster. Pidge was waiting, “It’s ready! Get him in here now!”
They never had the time to change him he was in soaked clothing everything slightly pink now and his sleeves completely stained red.
It kept dripping and when Hunk shoved Lance in Lance’s body floated motionlessly.
Hunk sank to the ground in loud sobs and the others stood there motionless as well.
Thoughts raced through their heads;
Why didn’t Lance tell us?
We’re the worst team ever.
Why would Lance do that?
It’s all my fault.
How could we not have noticed?
Why did I yell at him?
Why didn’t I ask him if he was okay?
Why didn’t I care?
The thoughts swirled through their heads relentlessly.
Yet that’s funny as they’ll know how Lance’s mind was, but so much worse it was basically all the natural disasters in the world put together. Letting Lance take a spiraling path that no one cared to intercept.
A beautifully horrifying mess that destroyed Lance as if he were a domino forced to crash along with everything else collapsing leading to him.
Lance’s bleeding continued as his blood was dripping through his clothes slowing down sad thing is, is it wasn’t because he was healing his body couldn’t put forth the energy. His pulse is slow but slowly speeding up again.
A week passed and no one has left except Kolivan, Keith stayed and left the BOM. Lance was his teammate and so much more and Keith became Lance’s stability and Lance was him but Keith left probably ruining the bond they created. Yet he will try his best.
They had no idea how’d Lance would feel when he got out... but they all knew Lance would never be the same.
His cuts so deep they healed but the skin never reattach and he was thin. Way too thin. His eyes had dark bags underneath them and he was still floating.
The pod opened everyone’s hearts in their throat. Lance opened his eyes and they were full no source of happiness in his features whatsoever and blinked slowly inhumanly and breathed shallowly. He stood up tugging away from anyone who touched him pissed he was alive, pissed his suicide attempt failed maybe he should have stabbed himself in the chest that would have been easier. Lance tugged away from Hunk snapping knowing Hunk was probably the one who saved him.
His words shook them all.
“I didn’t want your help! I don’t want to be here! I want to be dead! This is insanity... this is fucking great! I support you I was there for all of you! Whenever you were moody or sad or upset I comfort you guys... I made sure you were okay!”
Lance coughed and then continued, “Now... I want you all to know... This is who I am. This is your annoying too loud too flirty lover-boy goofball Lance!” Lance spoke with so much hatred for himself.
“I don’t want to hear it all your lies, cause god knows none of you cared! And some of you shock me to this very moment. I tried and tried and tried and I tried some more, but when all your stuck up asses are to busy thinking of what you want I cared I listened!”
Lance sobbed sinking to the ground and they all know now Lance is never coming back. This is the broken mess they created. Oh god. They caused that.
Slowly they all felt tears fall, they all held Lance, no one spoke, he didn’t fight back, no one spoke. The void was filled with warm hugs and shaky breaths, silent sobs, and a screaming voice inside.
What now?
Meanwhile
This time caotic pidge makes an appearance.
Also please ignore the horrible speech bubbles
Anouther little Voltron og meets reboot
Not sure if I’m late or not but Happy Birthday Pidge. Btw this piece is part of a series I worked on about two weeks ago, I’ll post the others throughout the week :)
If you’d like to reblog/repost, please give me credit! Thank you!
Me: *watches the official trailer to season 3*
Me:
Pidge is fourteen. She and Keith are pressed against the Garrison wall, both a little breathless despite not having moved for half an hour. The memoir is taking place on the other side of the wall, outside, beautiful day. They can hear everything. This is the first time she's alone with Keith. It's funny how a sentiment brings you closer instantly; a tragedy to call this all-consuming loss a sentiment.
''I could sneak you in, at the end,'' Keith offers, seventeen and blood simmering.
''No. I don't want to see his face,'' she says and immediately feels horrible.
She draws a forever sign in the dry soil and it intensifies her pure agony like she thought it would. She stretches her long socks further past her ankles, hair still long and tied into low buns. She doesn't feel like herself. Her brother was a half of her self-definition.
''It is now appropriate to pause for a moment to reflect on the huge impact the crew will continue to have on humanity’s aspirations. We extend our deepest sympathy to everyone inspired by their spirit.''
Dust is rising from where Keith is thumping his fists on the ground with a devastating frequency. His eyes are clenched.
''Hey,'' she says, lowly. Collecting ignition to continue, firestarter petroleum oozy. But Keith says, ''Yeah.''
He splays his hands on the ground. Looks up, continues looking up. It's too bright for that to be comfortable. She fixates on the bruises on his knuckles and the blood around his fingernail.
''You have blood on your fingernail,'' she says. Keith brings his hands up, stoic and turmoiling at the same time. ''Right thumb,'' she says.
They have come up with a post-mortem communication code, okay? Matt said if one of them died and became a ghost, they would knock three glasses over. It's so so horrible. Keith lays a hand atop of her head.
''Perhaps this is the nature of heroism. Striving to achieve something that is beyond our ability. Even being the best doesn’t protect you from errors. Perhaps that in itself honours space and space exploration.''
Keith clenches his fists again. He had said Shiro would never. He’s too good for errors.
''I guess,'' she swallows, ''I guess we are the only ones who—'' The only ones with this erroneous feeling. This fucking mistaken grief. ''Who believe in them more than that,'' she finishes.
''Well, that's awkward,'' Keith jokes. They smile at each other, vaporous.
''We will now play a special song – the last song recommendation Matthew Holt sent to our station on Earth. Panic Vertigo by The Wrecks.''
Oh no, she thinks. Her mind spills into a stream of no no no, when Keith growls: ''Let's get the fuck away.''
He's already dusting off. He doesn't offer a hand and Pidge is grateful.
At fourteen, the Garrison is holding a memoir for the lost crew and Pidge’s hands feel unstable when she drinks from glasses. On the way to the ceremony, she and Keith climbed off his motorbike at a gas station made for boys like Keith, rogue, creases of their jeans sharp, boots strangely clean. Keith bought them canned coke and she was grateful.
*
She's pulling a yellow pepper apart, thinking, quite uselessly: maybe the illusion of strength stems from weakness. She squished it until it cracked and now the seeds are falling on the counter.
She's a half of a person. But, in contrast to the missing half, an idea is forming within her. In contrast to the missing half, Enceladus is still her favourite moon. It helps her think: Keith, from whom she hasn't heard for weeks, is a cyrovolcano. And she won't remain a flyby. She'll be a rover.
She calls the Garrison three times to reach him and carries her phone as a weight in her pocket for three days before he returns the call, bleeding apprehension.
''Hello?''
''Keith,'' she says, solemn. ''Keith. Can you steal something for me?''
*
Pidge is fifteen and a boy called Lance makes her doubt her insight all over.
She stops in a corridor when she sees him now, well past sleep-time. Lance hovers two fingers above the skin of a girl's hand. His eyes flicker to hers, watchful, intent.
''How does that feel?'' he mutters with a ghosting smile.
''You're not touching me,'' the girl says through the teeth of her grin. Lance smiles elastically in a way that makes Pidge feel like she can snap.
The girl clears her throat, mouth a contour of a smile, and then Lance, too, turns. The girl pulls her hair in a tail, then releases, and Pidge watches it swing behind her back.
''Hi,'' Pidge says, ''Lance.''
''Hi, Pidge.'' He grins, pulls the girl's hand behind his back and holds it there with both hands. ''Look at that. Won't tell if you won't.''
Pidge runs her fingers through the hair at her nape. She thought familiarisation would come more slowly. Not letting go of the girl's hand, Lance pulls a key ring from his pocket, spins it around his finger. It's something kitsch, lowbrow and vibrant and nostalgic. She isn't like that. He's vibrant and she compares herself to extraterrestrial objects.
''Won't tell if you won't,'' she repeats.
*
She can't fall asleep, just keeps thinking, defined, almost geometrical thoughts. It's often like this. She just lies frustrated.
She thought it would be easy, that she would uncover the assembly of concepts of her and re-cover them with a new sheet. Instead, she is stuck. What drives science forward is the universality of laws. Eyes open, duvet light on her chest, she is stuck. Can't go forward. She can't develop herself, no universal laws apply.
A week ago she broke a plastic fork without meaning to and didn’t know what that meant.
*
Lance walks into the dark dining hall where Pidge sits slouched and they both start.
''Oh, uh, hey. Pidge. Wow, right? I didn't know the dining hall was unlocked at night, but looks like you've known. What are you reading?''
She glances down at her tablet. She's coordinating outputs of Garrison detectors. The device on the backside of the tablet is reading the academy’s data analyses. Lance comes close enough for its light illuminate him and she tilts the tablet away from him, towards her stomach.
''Wikipedia,'' she lies. He grins.
''Is this referring to your, what it that, a tablet?'' he points at the special offer sticker in the corner of her tablet that she scraped from a sandwich wrapping.
''No,'' she says, ''It’s referring to me.''
''Yeah? How so?''
How funny that a person so whole is asking her this. ''You want me to tell you why I think I'm special?''
''Sure,'' Lance crosses his arms.
Her neck cracks when she tips her head up. Maybe this: she has, in a way, cracked all the joints in her body, cracked her everything, new shape recuperating under the always-loose clothes. Who is she? Primordial soup of a person. Chemically potent. An isomer inverted. And can’t stop thinking about that. The transition, the hoax, has made her the embodiment of metacognition.
''I cognise about my cognition,'' she says. Lance’s eyebrows shoot up and it makes her want to cross out her answer. ''I’ll find aliens,'' she covers up. Something less irritating, less out of reach, and no less sincere. Lance beams, whole body moving illogically with enthusiasm.
''Me too! Man,'' he says, closer now, and Pidge concludes magnetism attracts him to things, never repels. ''Please tell me you have a plan. Humanity has lived so long without aliens, it’s time.'' He straightens up with intent. ''Are you going to cognise something for the Garrison? Or, I mean, if we can reach Kerberos. I mean. Maybe we’ll have the tech to go further just when I’m allowed to fly higher than fifty thousand feet.''
''Yeah, well. Icarus only flew too close to the sun because his wings were shit.'' Lance grins, but then tilts his head.
''You look upset,'' Lance says – because he seems to live on the outside of himself. She shakes her head. Typing tempestuously from her home floorboards, she thought: the Garrison would be a she-unknown zone. She’d be a hoax, and people wouldn’t know her. But actually, no. She can give what she can give.
''Some officers don't take girls seriously,'' she says.
''Oh,'' Lance sounds surprised. ''Is there someone you like?''
''No. That girl, what's her name? Do you take her seriously?''
''The one from the hallway?'' Lance asks and it makes her feel infinitely worse. ''Whoa, dude. Yes, I take Alleine seriously. I'm not just, I don't know, playing. I have respect.''
She sweeps her electronic chips into a pile on the tabletop. She’s not trying to be inflammatory. She just feels her bedrock being attacked.
''They have internal worlds too, you know.''
''Dude. I know.'' He folds his arms and she doesn’t know what to say. He half-laughs, looking to the side, arms unfolding. Okay, adventure over for tonight. See you around. Nice talking to you, Pidge.''
''Lance,'' she calls. He turns, tilts his head a little. ''I like your confidence. Keep it up.''
''I like yours,'' Lance smiles, just by the door, when the door swings open, an officer stepping in.
''Ah,'' Lance breathes. Straightens up. ''Sir.''
''Good evening, cadets,'' an officer Pidge doesn’t know barely glances at her before settling on Lance. Crypsis, she thinks. ''McClain. Are you testing the admissions?''
Lance takes in the scattered electronics, glances at Pidge. ‘’I — Pidge was teaching me, sir. About – structural aircraft repair procedures. After today's simulation I thought I could benefit from it, and I feel – devoted—'' he stumbles over devoted three times, and she feels her body jerk. Lance looks horrified.
''Bring your devotion to class tomorrow. And don’t test academy rules. Two minutes to clear up.'' Lance keeps his eyes on him as he leaves, breathing in slowly. Shiro was a Garrison commander and she has met him twice. She’s sure Shiro would use euphemisms.
''Jesus fucking Christ,'' Lance says.
''Whatever you want to believe in,'' she replies. Lance huffs.
*
In her head, she once calls her inner voice her articulatory control system. Then thinks: that’s enough. Her insight told her that this person-creation would lead her further than any human has ever been. And her insight is good: she’s picking up data she doesn’t know what to do with. That’s good. Her insight was a carefully crafted thing and she absolutely loves that Matt and Keith are the two people who'd never tell her you're overthinking this. It’s for them. She doesn’t own three glasses, because she believes: in Matt, in herself.
*
It’s her foresight that can’t be trusted much. She talks to Lance and doesn’t feel very real. Maybe she should start listening to music.
*
''Hunk,'' Lance says, back straight and voice loud, ''do you know Pidge? He's a romantic.''
''I'm not a romantic,'' she snaps, climbing carefully over the bench with her tray. Hunk is sitting opposite of Lance and now scoots along the bench and ends up in front of her. His relaxed arms, elbows on the table and hands clasped, look warm.
''Sounds like a compliment, but. Lance, you dick, what did you do?''
Lance grins while chewing. Like Michael Jackson. ''I meant it positively. But I still trade these bad boys—'' he lifts a bottle of juice, ''to compensate. Want, Pidge?''
''No. Yes,'' she snatches it Lance’s hands. She likes the knowing between him and Hunk. It’s different from her, and from Keith. They are both somehow not old enough for it, maybe; don’t have enough real niceties.
''These were out when I was a child, can’t believe I’m getting them in my dream school, too,'' Hunk says. ''Like, the smell. Smells like childhood.''
Treat and threat are such similar words, she thought while drinking coke on a curb with Keith, smelling her way into childhood. And now she thinks it again.
''Good god,'' she jerks, her fork screeching against the plate.
''Whoa. You doing okay?''
''Yeah,'' she clears her throat, a cover-up, a swallow-down. Before her insides disseminate. ''I just lost track of – time,'' she finishes lamely.
''Oh,'' Hunk says. ''Track of time is a good thing to lose. If I were to lose something,'' he smiles.
*
Lance chews like a Hollywood star and isn’t afraid of heights and she is volatile. But maybe she’s past the impact-heavy stage of moon formation. Pidge is fifteen, her hair is short, and she’s the first microorganisms bursting to life. She’s the detection of some geothermal activity. Still uncertain, but onto something.
*
They are perched and tense above the extraterrestrial sample curation building. It's the most perfect of surprises. It's Shiro.
She breathes in. She sends the location to Keith, the rushed word: Shiro. Coordination and causation are her blood type, after all. It's nothing new, to be an in-group spy. An infiltrator. They all start at the explosions.
''No way,'' Lance says, strained, hype-high. ''That guy is always trying to one-up me!''
The desert-night wind cools the sweat at her hairline to a suggestion of a headache. It's all happening very fast. When she speaks, it's taut and dusty.
''Who?''
(on ao3)
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But instead of a novel copy of Golden Madness, i will be giving away a leather-bound sketchbook with some special GM extras! Extra’s that may or may not include answering some of long held questions the winners have about GM
There will be one sketchbook for my more Instagram-involved followers and one for a lucky person here on Tumblr! Each sketch book comes with thick paper, leather-bound covers, and a locking mechanism in the front! They’re small and compact enough to fit in your purse or backpack for easy, on the go sketching!
The rules are as follows:
Must be following
Find any song used in GM (EXCEPT the ones in Chapter 12 and 15)
Find the movie that song is from (I’ll post them under ‘Read More’)
Repost/Reblog this picture with one of the following
Your review of that movie
A guess as to why I used that song
What other song from those movies would you like to see in GM and why
Tag me just to be sure!
Feel free to ask me any questions for clarification!
And that’s it! Most detailed/in-depth answer wins! Contest will run from April 24th to May 24th to give y'all a full month to tackle this challenge! 😉
So the reason as to why I decided to go with this challenge in particular is because i wanted to show y’all my main inspirations for GM i.e Bollywood and my culture. And while i know both things aren’t everyone’s cup of tea, my hope for this contest is just to expose everyone to different culture as well as what runs through my head when I sit down to write GM.
Once again, I’d like to thank everyone for supporting GM over the two years this fic has been alive and kicking. I really, truly could not have done any of this without y’all, and i’m so thankful to have met so many amazing people via this crazy little idea of mine. So, again, thank you all from the bottom of my heart!😘❤️
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YES! You heard it here folks! Its that time of year again, Golden Madness’s 2nd anniversary is right around the corner, so you know what that means!
But instead of a novel copy of Golden Madness, i will be giving away a leather-bound sketchbook with some special GM extras! Extra’s that may or may not include answering some of long held questions the winners have about GM
There will be one sketchbook for my more Instagram-involved followers and one for a lucky person here on Tumblr! Each sketch book comes with thick paper, leather-bound covers, and a locking mechanism in the front! They’re small and compact enough to fit in your purse or backpack for easy, on the go sketching!
The rules are as follows:
Must be following
Find any song used in GM (EXCEPT the ones in Chapter 12 and 15)
Find the movie that song is from (I’ll post them under ‘Read More’)
Repost/Reblog this picture with one of the following
Your review of that movie
A guess as to why I used that song
What other song from those movies would you like to see in GM and why
Tag me just to be sure!
Feel free to ask me any questions for clarification!
And that’s it! Most detailed/in-depth answer wins! Contest will run from April 24th to May 24th to give y'all a full month to tackle this challenge! 😉
So the reason as to why I decided to go with this challenge in particular is because i wanted to show y’all my main inspirations for GM i.e Bollywood and my culture. And while i know both things aren’t everyone’s cup of tea, my hope for this contest is just to expose everyone to different culture as well as what runs through my head when I sit down to write GM.
Once again, I’d like to thank everyone for supporting GM over the two years this fic has been alive and kicking. I really, truly could not have done any of this without y’all, and i’m so thankful to have met so many amazing people via this crazy little idea of mine. So, again, thank you all from the bottom of my heart!😘❤️
Love,
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Chapters 1-7
Mere Haath Mein - Fanaa
Udi Teri Aankhon - Guzaarish
Janam Janam - Dilwale
Chapter 18
Naina - Dangal
Chapter 19
Ek Dil Ek Jaan - Padmaavat / Padmaavati
Chapters 20, 21, 22 (eventually)
Ranisa - Padmaavat / Padmaavati
Wow oof ok, it has been a HOT minute since a GM update. So, without further ado, here its is! PART 2 IS NOW A THING!
Consider this my creative restart to start setting time aside to create instead of work. That being said, college is this a huge part of my life so things wont exactly run super smoothly, but i hope ya’ll can remain just as patient and as wonderful as you’ve always been <3
Once again, thank you all for your continued patience and i hope you all enjoy this new chapter!
Honorable Mentions - @galacticlee , @olkarianprincess , @lotidge , @strugglingtoast , @grbgcn2 , @januarycarnation , @bronywn , @fairy-amy , @coffee-your-teapot , @insaneworld21 , @thegreatandpowerfulcozz , @hessonite-angel-art , @landing-amongst-the-planets , @demoniclions , @freckledporcelaindoll , @risingpheonix527 , @crescent-blue-moon , @adreamsart , @astra-lula , @theladybrooklyn , and @disturbing-killer-bear
With Love,
potentiala
Hey guys!
Yes, i am not dead. But Sweet Baby Jesus Do I Wish I Was
I am, in fact, in college. So GM has had to take a bit of a back seat so that i can focus better on my education.
My betas are also in college and the last thing i want to do is compromise their success at the professional level, so the writing and reviewing process will take a great deal longer from now on. For that, i apologize but must, once again, remind you that college has always been my focus so please respect that as best you can.
BUT GOOD NEWS!
Thanks to continued commitment from my Betas, parts of Chapter 20 have been finalized and will, therefore, be posted as my betas finish them.
However, in the midst of all these hiatuses, remember the fact my number one goal to give y'all quality work over a large quantity of rushed, sub-par work, so please respect that.
All that being said, thank you for reading and keeping up with GM despite the long waits!
Honorable Mentions - @galacticlee , @olkarianprincess , @lotidge , @strugglingtoast , @grbgcn2 , @januarycarnation , @bronywn , @fairy-amy , @coffee-your-teapot , @insaneworld21 , @thegreatandpowerfulcozz , @hessonite-angel-art , @landing-amongst-the-planets , @demoniclions , @freckledporcelaindoll , @risingpheonix527 , @crescent-blue-moon , @adreamsart , @astra-lula , @theladybrooklyn , and @disturbing-killer-bear
With Love,
potentiala
GM Moodboard 10: Chapter 12: Faithful to a Fault, But Whose?
“Sifair smiled again, Stepping closer to the Blue Paladin. Wrapping her arms around him in the best hug Lance had ever received since joining this quiznacking space war. She was warm and soft all around him. Like a huge mother bear. You know that she was terrifyingly deadly, but, at the same time, she's one of the best things in the world to have at your side.
Lance wanted to cry.
"Even if no one admits that they value you, I always will. Come to me anytime, and I'll talk your ears off about how much I appreciate all that you've done Dearest. You helped saved the universe love! And...more importantly, you gave me back my son."
Lance straight up cried.”
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Chapter Song: Vitamin String Quartet - Rockabye
GM Moodboard 9 - Chapter 11: Even Before We Got To Touch
“ The image broke her in some vital way. Shattered what little remained of her resolve. Werual kicked her in the stomach with his good leg. Yanking her back to her feet with his remaining arm without so much as an ounce of resistance. Sifair's candlelight eyes burning against the bloodied dirt floor underneath her.
Her son.
Her laughing baby boy she had to leave. What would her kit think? If he saw just how vicious a creature his mother was? He would have the same look in his eyes, wouldn't he? He'd be that terrified of her, right? Sifair tried to look back at the child she had freighted. To apologize. To beg forgiveness.
To comfort.”
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Chapter Song: Hamilton - Stay Alive (Reprise)
GIVEAWAY WINNER!!!!! 😘❤️💝🎉✨🎉✨✨✨✨
CONGRATULATIONS TO @magicalgirlspotlight !!!!! It was really difficult decision to make and, as those around me will confess, one I was constantly thinking of.
Nevertheless, I was incredibly touched by Spotlight’s words and can’t help but smile at in awe of how far we’ve come in this tiny little community :’)
So thank you, Spotlight, for your love and support, and thank you @olkarianprincess , @diamondheart31 , @grbgcn2 , and @hessonite-angel-art (seriously, why does it never work with your other account???)
I’ve met so many wonderful, beautiful friends along the way and I cannot put into words how thankful I am to have you all in my life. It’s been a year since this monster of a fic has came out, but, for some reason, it feels longer than that.
Maybe that’s becuase updates take forever?
Maybe that’s because I'm constantly going back and forth on GM?
Or maybe, and most likely, it’s because of the amazing people I’ve met along the way who have clicked with me in such a way that it seems as though we’ve known each other for much longer.
None of this would’ve been possible with you all!
With all my Love,
potential.a
Honorable Mentions! 😘❤️✨💖🎉✨✨✨
Wow, this was a really tough decision! I was absolutely floored by everyone’s entries and I still cannot believe it’s been an entire year of just being blown away by y’alls love and support <3
That being said, @olkarianprincess , @diamondheart31 , @grbgcn2 , and @hessonite-angel-art (idk why Tumblr never lets me @ your other acct???) Had absolutely beautiful entires that made me grin ear to ear with every word.
The fact that I’ve, somehow, made your days better with my sporadic updates unto this single Shidge fanfic is beyond me . Thank you for all your wonderful words and even lovelier soupport and love for this past year.
And, white I’m sorry that I cannot offer you the full prize - I can and will say that this won’t be your only chance at a novel copy of GM!
With all my Love,
potential.a
Y’all got until midnight
After that, winners will be announced on Sunday
HAPPY ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY TO GOLDEN MADNESS!!!✨🎊🎉❤️
YES! You all heard me! Today is GM’s official one year anniversary!
A year ago, on this day, I posted GM never knowing the amazing people I’ve met along the way.
SO THANK YOU FOR STICKING WITH ME FOR AN ENTIRE YEAR!!!
I know updates have been few and far in between, but know that, while life continues to kick my ass, I don’t plan of giving up on this monster of a fic just yet! And because of that…
I’VE DECIDED TO HOST A GIVEAWAY!!!!
One on my Tumblr and one on my Instagram. Where I will be giving a FULL PAPERBACK copy of GM so far along with some extra goodies to one lucky person ! The rules are as follows.
HAPPY ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY GUYS!!! 😘❤️❤️❤️✨🌟⭐️✨🏆🎉🎊💖As promised, I will be hosting a HUGE giveaway where I will be give one of you lovely people a full paperback version of Golden Madness so far! Rules are as follows:
❤️Reblog this pic.
❤️Tag me and must be following
❤️In the caption, tell me your favorite scene/line from Golden Madness and why.
❤️One entry per person on both platforms so please play fair guys! (Though I will allow redos after the new chapter is posted!)
❤️ Will run from May 21st - June 28th!
Once again, thank you all so much for your continued love and support.
It’s because of all the wonderful people I’ve met through this this little Shidge/Lotidge fanfic that has made this my longest running project in any media form. And this giveaway is just one way I’ve wanted to give back to y’all.
Have fun and I hope to see your entries soon! 😘❤️
With Love, Potentiala
GM Moodboard 8: Chapter 10: A Version of the Truth
“Sifair…Her full title was Sentinel Elite Sifairias Kerain Shaanti…” Talking a deep breath, Kolivan put his Blades at ease with a wave of his hand. Taking a seat a ways away from Matt.
Head in his hands.
“She was our previous leader. I thought…I thought she was dead.”
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Chapter Song: The Killers - Miss Atomic Bomb