#( reminder to self to expand on this in her hc post )

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AU Troy Character Timeline

Right, so I saw an incredible breakdown of Troy’s mental journey/state of ego last night ( that I’ll see if I can get permission to post at some point ) that really kicked my confidence into overdrive for writing out a definitive timeline for the version of him I write about in drabbles/fics etc as it was so amazingly similar. This isn’t complete, it couldn’t be because man I have a lot of stuff for this guy, but I hope it’s interesting for people maybe looking for a somewhat logical bunch of HC content that works well with the info we were given ingame. 

Writing this was like doing a jigsaw puzzle. Except ten pieces are missing, and you have 2 dominos and a Mrs Cupcake card instead. If you like any of this, feel free to use it. I’ll eventually expand on it in my own works.

Pre Pandora Era - 28  years pre BL3

Severe self esteem / image issues from very early childhood. Leda’s death left Typhon both terrified of Tyreen and desperately paranoid about her safety, leaving Troy to feel far less valued and loved as he found himself constantly failing to compete for attention from his remaining parent. 

Typhon never outright called Troy a freak, but he overheard plenty of discussions with his mother and with Tyreen explaining why he was so sick all the time, why he looked the way he did, why he was broken. He never discussed these, they festered in the back of his mind for the rest of his life. 

Strived from an early age to be useful, being useful gave him the belief he was valued, and a “Great job kid!” from his father felt good enough that it could almost replace feeling loved.

Misses his mother intensely from the day she died, for the rest of his life. Had no one else to have platonic intimacy with bar his sister, which never felt as freely given as with his mother. 

Developed an extremely crippled sense of social behavior and rules. The only people the Twins could interact with till they landed on Pandora ( which I HC was between 18 -19 ) were each other, and their Father. 

Left alone on a giant empty planet with no one to tell them no, or instill an understanding of social rules to them regarding others, left them with only a feeling of personal value for each other. This is an extremely dangerous state of mind for any person who will need to function in a social structure, especially a person in power. 

Had it hammered into them over and over by their father that the galaxy outside their home was filled with murderers. Animals. Bandit filth. Not like them, not like their parents, horrible, vicious things that would kill them the second they could. 

Internalised that to the point where it was a crucial part of their development of self as children. The twins would genuinely struggle to comprehend any other human they met was a person, because they were told their whole developing lives that no one they would meet bar their father would be.

 Pre COV - 8 years pre BL3

Lands on Pandora with Tyreen. Woefully underprepared and worried sick, didn’t want to leave Nekro but had no other choice but to go with his sister or die. Misses his father immediately, but avoids talking about it, knowing it will cause an argument.

Disliked that their father had kept them on Nekro intensely, but not enough to hate him the way Tyreen did. This never changed and the regret for leaving him only rotted inside him over the years. 

Very excited to finally meet new people, but his social skills are learned through watching old echos and while he can mimic them, he doesn’t understand social intricacies as well as he’d hoped. This sabotages their first few attempts to communicate with Pandoran non bandit natives. 

Comes across as weird. Stutters, not good with eye contact, awkward in body language and very unnatural in appearance. Extremely tall (6″7), very thin and sickly looking with sallow skin and dark under eyes. His missing arm and quarter of his shoulder draw far more attention than he had ever expected and he becomes instantly self conscious of the damage to his right side, strongly disliking how it’s pointed out every time they try and interact with one of these idiots.  

The twins only had the clothes they had travelled in and at this point they are pretty much rags patched together over nearly 2 decades. Didn’t understand how much appearances were going to matter, Troy had been sure he’d be able to “Mingle with the locals no problem.”, and now feels like he’s letting his sister down by failing to perform the way he’d been so sure of. They move onto the bandit clans once they get laughed out of the first small town they try to impress.

Their first few interactions with bandits have very bad results. They both get mocked a lot, Troy gets insulted even more. This is the first time in his life he’s met other men bar his father and the harsh reality that he is not like other men is really starting to hit hard. He’s monstrously tall, he has no muscle, he’s bony and sick and the bandits make very clear to him that he’s a freak.

Unable to defend himself verbally to people that don’t seem to speak a coherent language, he feels impotent and emasculated. Troy’s gift with words has always been his strong point, something he was proud of, and the bandits barely even understand what he’s saying. Any interest he’d had towards them as other people gets quashed. They clearly aren’t the same as he and Ty, they are beneath them. Savages. They aren’t people after all. His dad was right.

This is the point where he fully switches to seeing almost all others as non-persons. They aren’t people, they aren’t what he and Tyreen are, or they wouldn’t act like this in response to the twins. Any possible empathy he could have developed over time is aborted at this point, and he begins to craft the God King persona he understands he will need to disguise his shortcomings under if he’s going to be in the public’s eye.

Begins to create it piece by piece. Designs their outfits, designs his tattoos and mods, his monstrous arm, their name. 

The Calypso twins are born, and the COV with them.

Early COV Era - 7 years pre BL3

As he learns how to communicate with bandits and craft a persona for Tyreen that they will be drawn to, the COV starts to form. While the huge majority of their followers are people they see as not even being the same species as them, they do also begin to fill the higher ranks with people they are meeting over time that they see as having value. 

People with skills in categories they don’t, engineers, media experts, accountants, are drawn to the COV for the same reasons as the bandits. Opportunity, just a different sort.

Joining in the early days means having the twin’s ears, and those who have excellent ideas, or bring talent to the upper echelon that the twin's don’t have themselves, eventually end up as high priests and Saints. Department leaders (eg: Mouthpiece ). These are the kind of people he sees as people, though still not on par with himself or his sister in value. These are the few he would be capable of having functional conversations with, building simple relationships. 

He has found value in his ability to be very useful within the COV. Leading the Media and Propaganda department has given him a huge amount of power, even if he still physically feels extremely frail. 

He’s settled into living in Tyreen’s shadow, she’s the star, but he’s the puppeteer, and he’s happy for it to be that way for the most part. While she can sometimes step out of line or treat him like he’s not equal, he’s quick to remind her of her place during these outbursts, and their relationship is relatively stable.

Troy is fiercely loyal and surprisingly gentle with people he has a bond with. Despite his desperation to have meaningful connections, to be cared for and liked as himself, they don’t stay around him long.

No matter how hard he tries to give them what he thinks they want, they eventually leave, and he doesn’t understand that they are distancing themself because of how he treats other people, not them.

Troy’s complete inability to view the vast majority of people as people means he has a total lack of empathy towards almost everyone else, and this is a terrifying thing to experience first hand. He doesn’t understand this is why his “friends” leave, why they stop being friendly with him, or request to be transferred to another district.  

“Why did you do that to them..?” - “Huh? Ohhhh, relax haha, it’s just a bandit.” - “What do you mean, just a bandit, they felt that Troy, what’s wrong with you?’ - "The hell? No, it’s a b.a.n.d.i.t. It’s not like us, it’s not like you, it’s just.. you know, a bandit! Doesn’t matter what I do to em.” -shrug- - “-horrified silence-”

He blames himself each time this happens and damages his already fractured self esteem further. He can’t comprehend that his actions are the problem, because he simply has no way to understand his actions are bad. 

Each time someone close to him leaves, it’s another hit to his already crumbling self worth. He has absolutely no strong bonds with anyone bar his sister, who at times seems to barely like him, and he is genuinely desperate for validation and care from someone who likes Troy, not Calypso, not the God he pretends to be.

Every time another one of his “friends” vanishes, another of his little connections to his own humanity breaks. He gets angrier, and sadder, the God King a little more snarling and quicker to snap. It’s a sore point Tyreen tends to dig in during arguments too.

She doesn’t need anyone else, but she’s seen the near manic excitement and happiness he has when he connects with another person over a shared interest or they show actual genuine kindness towards him and not his title. If that person then becomes upset with his lack of empathy, or scared of it and abandons him, it’s another open wound on the already dying soul inside him that’s barely still breathing.

He has a complete and defined understanding of right and wrong, but those rules only apply to people, and his social development from infant to adult left his comprehension of other people so stunted, he cannot fathom that the vast majority of others are people. 

God King Calypso is a fucking nightmare to anyone bar the select view he sees as “people like him”. A feral, cackling monster, as likely to airdrop a million dollars onto a tiny village and record the reaction, as he is to rip a bandits arms off during a raid and live steam them bleeding out. All the same to him. Just background NPCs in his game. Placeholder actors in his life. They don’t matter. All that does matter is how they make him feel, or how they further his sister’s goals.

Every year that passes by leaves the God King more polished and defined, more in control a persona, while inside its impenetrable shell Troy DeLeon is slowly being suffocated by the weight of his own sins, without having the ability to understand he had been sinning at all.

God King Era - 4 years pre Bl3

By this point, Troy’s isolation is now deadly. He is a deity, worshipped by billions, with absolutely no points of human contact in his life to anchor himself to reality. No one to help him understand how to apply his sense of right and wrong to his followers, only his sister, who is even more toxic and vicious than he is.

Every day since starting the COV, he’s distanced himself further from the worshippers, the bandits, the acolytes. They are screaming war meat now, they are chips to barter with, numbers on a viewer count, flesh to tear into when he wants to feel something.

His relationship with Tyreen is crumbling. She’s quicker now to imply he’s not as important, he’s not the Siren. She’s called him a parasite in front of a merger board, a burden during a discussion with department heads. Each new crack at his inner ego only strengthens the persona further. Makes it more attention seeking, more willing to lash out at others, more vicious.

His “friends"are long gone, either fled from the behemoth the COV now is, or far away in other districts, planets, cities. The people he is close with now in working relationships are held at arms length. He doesn’t let anyone near him anymore, he’s afraid they will leave too if he does. 

The isolation pushes him further into the God King persona every day. If he’s Troy Calypso, he doesn’t NEED anyone else. The further he sinks into it, the more aggressive, the more twisted his actions become, but he doesn't see it that way. This is what his followers want, so it must be fine. Why wouldn’t it be fine to ravenously tear into heretics on livestream if 8 billion people are tuning in to watch?

He’s becoming cruel, he’s becoming vicious, but the man he was before he reached Pandora is still whispering that Tyreen is treating him wrong. That this isn’t how it was meant to be, that he’s not weak or a burden.

But listening to that voice means also having to listen to the one telling him he’s warped into something disgusting that his mother would be so let down by, that his father was right about him being a broken monstrosity. He continues to ignore it, and he loses himself further every day.

The deeper he recedes into the God King, the more he starts having nightmares, the more those whispers in the back of his mind get louder. He does what he can to ignore them, but sometimes something will set him off.

An argument with Tyreen, a momentary feeling of regret for leaving his home, a pang of loneliness. He often can’t sleep, and he knows if he starts to wonder why, clarity for the horrors he’s done could crush him.

Drugs, sex, bloodlust, he tries anything to take his mind off the intrusive thoughts that grow day by day. That he’s a failure. He’s a freak. He’s a cold blooded murder, but every now and then he’ll wake up in a cold sweat and hate himself so much that he wishes he’d never been born. 

The feeling passes very quickly as the God King shifts back into place and swallows it down, but while it’s there it’s horrific. He see’s himself from other people’s eyes for just a moment and god what has he turned into. What has he done. He’s a fucking monster.

The man he had been is so damaged under the mantle of this vicious God he’s wearing as a skin that it’s barely alive anymore, and it’s what begs him to kill it in those fleeting moments where he sees past his own facade, where he just for a second realises how many people he has hurt.

He tore his throat out a couple of years before the start of the game story in a moment of lucidity after being sleep deprived for days on end. Tyreen reached him in time when his implanted vitals tracker each twin keeps for the other alerted her to his condition, but it was close enough that he was bedridden for days after her energy transfer closed the wound.

She had been furious with him and made sure it was was kept hushed, the rest of the clergy believing he was on reprieve. Only the twins know the truth of what happened.

He never takes the collars off anymore now, the scars are still there. Convincing Tyreen that it had had happened during a nightmare when he’d left his prosthetic on by mistake was easy. Convincing himself to try and forget he’d been lucid and how it still feels like the right thing to do, is not. 

By the point the story begins, Troy is in a constant state of exhaustion, and knows deep down everything he has been through and done to others was for nothing. Tyreen doesn’t care about him the way he does her. She may never have, or she changed, he doesn’t know anymore. 

What he does know, is that he won't ever be a real God, and that the only reason he’s still alive is because he is useful. 

Maybe he should never have tried so hard to be useful.

 Phew.

I guess in a nutshell, my Troy’s greatest downfall is the God King persona.

As long as that shit is active, as long as it’s being worshipped, he’s never going to snap into reality. The reality that other people are there, that he’s been hurt so badly as a person, it’s all impossible long as he is being treated as, and believes, he is a God. 

The manic moments of clarity he has in the later stages of the COV rule are few and far between, but they eat him alive as he can’t understand why he suddenly feels so terrible, why he’s filled with such consuming remorse.

Peel the God King off the broken man underneath it and you leave him bare, confused, scared. You make him have to deal with reality, with people, with himself. That’s when you get him to show regret, and understand what he’s done, and understand what Ty has done to him.

That’s the redemption.

When he realises the game he was playing was real for billions, and suffers for it. It ends where it ends as my Troy ain’t dyin’ :P I’ll get to my rewrite eventually.  I hope to keep exploring these ideas in the future. Just desperately wish I’d as much to work with for Tyreen as I do Troy. GB YOU HEAR THAT? YOU HEAR THATTTT??

[funtryandthepaladudes]

Ok, I suddenly had this idea. I know most of us are happily done with VLD now but I just had this thing nagging in my mind and I felt compelled to share it. So, most of us agree, that this last season was less than satisfying, particularly in some character development, or just plot threads. However, what if that was deliberate? What if there is one last chapter of this story they need to tell, and it's not in comics?

So, even at the time that I watched it, something struck me as odd about the closing scene. Sure I understood the significance of the Allura shaped Nebula, but it just seemed to have a different tone than everybody else's epilogue shots. And then it hit me, it felt like an after credit scene, and not just any after credit scene, but one that could be hinting at a follow up. Remember not to long ago, when a Voltron movie was discovered to be future project, what if this wasn't meant to be a standalone unrelated, and possibly live action, movie, but is supposed to act as an ultimate finale with a Search for Spock-esque plot? (Which, from what I've heard isn't the best of the Trek movies, but that doesn't have to be a factor here. )

Now, indulge me a bit as I break down what this film could look like. I will warn you in advance, this is going to be incredibly biased and self indulgent, so my story will contain Plance, Kallura and Hunay, but also some discussion about some plot stuff, like Keith's connection to quintessence, what's the deal with the entity, stuff like that. If you like it, cool. If you don't, I can't help you, but maybe instead of telling how much my pretend movie sucks and how much I suck, stuff I am quite aware of, why don't you share your ideal closer movie, with your otps and hcs? I would love to see what you would like to see, so long as it doesn't involve attacking anybody else with differing opinions. And now, this insanity.  Warning it’s reaaaaallllly long. 

Edit: Here’s a link to the Next part.

(Note: I wrote the above earlier this morning on the way to church, and the rest below later in the afternoon, and at the moment of writing this note, I’ve been working on this for about two hours, and I am nowhere near finishing it. So I will be finishing this post somewhere around the first act of my goofy pretend movie synopsis (Which is much longer than a synopsis should be because I keep going into more and more details.) and continue this undertaking in a future post or posts, provided this website isn’t shut down. (In which case, find me on Dischord under Dappie.)

I would open this with something I like to call creative recap credits, think Sam Raimi’s Spiderman 2. Once this sequence came to an end it would bleed into an actual scene, our Heroes are gathered together for Allura Day as per usual, just catching up. This is where I would bring the audience up to speed on their character development, and set up some Major and sub-plots. Hunk is gushing about his and Shay’s wedding, but he’s having trouble picking the main cook for the reception (He can’t decide between Romelle’s great instincts and Vrepit Sal’s experience and seniority. This should serve as a comedic subplot, and that’s all I’m going to say about it unless anyone asks for me to expand on it. Honestly, it’s probably something that would wind up scrapped for time.) Hunk is insisting that they better make it there, even if there is a world ending catastrophe. Now from everybody’s response, except Keith we’ll get to him, we get a little more insight into our characters. Shiro is content, but would secretly like to have a little more adventure. Lance seems to be flirtatious again, however his flirtations are focused on a single target. The target in question, Pidge, is receptive, yet hesitant. While this conversation goes down, Keith suddenly looks off in a random direction and asks the others if they hear something. Everybody seems confused, and they tell him that they don’t hear anything. However, Keith is not reassured and declares that something isn’t right. He walks away from the table, with Lance making a quip I’d imagine, and goes in search of the sound, at which point, we also begin to hear what he’s hearing. A woman humming. He as he approaches the humming becomes a little clearer and more familiar. In fact, so familiar that he begins to doubt it’s real. But Lo and behold, he turns that corner and there she is! Allura alive and well. Keith is completely shocked and begins bombarding her with questions, but she just keeps humming, as if she can’t hear him. This raises some red flags within him, and he cautiously asks again. “Allura, it is you, right?” To which the humming finally stops, and in a jump-scare like thing abruptly turns towards him and screams “We’re running out of time!” Suddenly, Keith is bombarded with visions of random parts of the galaxy, finally settling on the Allura Nebula. And then Keith wakes up. 

Cut to the interior of a bedroom, a communication device is ringing. The couple, Shiro and Curtis, groan in annoyance. 

Shiro: Why would anybody be calling us this late?

Curtis: It’s obviously your boyfriend.

Shiro: Hilarious. 

Curtis: This isn’t even my best material. 

After a little more better written exchange, Shiro finally picks it up. It is in fact Keith, and he’s calling to tell him about this dream he just had. We learn that he’s been having dreams like this for something going on a year now, and that the incident we saw in the Dream happened a few months ago, minus the whole Allura thing. Shiro advises him to maybe try to find out what exactly those flashes are, and although Keith is a bit doubtful, the recurring dreams do remind of the time he could somewhat sense the Blue Lion, only on a bigger scale. After their conversation end, Curtis asks if Keith had another cosmic dream. After, Shiro confirms this, he tells him about how Keith is finally going to try to find out what the visions contain, which might result in some kind of galactic road. Curtis asks him if he’s tempted to go, but Shiro denies that, claiming he’s had enough adventures to last a lifetime before kissing him and snuggling up to him. However, you can see from their facial expression that Shiro’s not completely telling the truth, and that Curtis doesn’t really believe him. 

In our next scene, we see Pidge welcoming a new batch of students to the premises. As she is making her grand speech she is suddenly interrupted by an officer, I’m thinking an alien, telling her that he is here to see her. She tells the officer that she’s in the middle of something, but the officer says that he told her say it was urgent. Pidge rolls her eyes as she sighs exasperatedly, and tells Chip to take over for her, who had seemingly been standing behind her the whole time. He eagerly takes over, and begins by asking who would like to try out the anti-gravity room? 

A note on Chip, I’d like to imagine him as a lovable little dink that instantly endears himself to all that meet him. He serves as Pidge’s little assistant, and is constantly updating his database on all scientific breakthroughs, but personality-wise is just fascinated by everything, and adores everyone, but none more than Dr. Pidge/Ms. Katie, his primary creator, and his Uncle Lance. My dream cast would be Sam Lavignino, aka CatBug, or someone with a similar energy and instant likability, slightly older sounding than the CatBug character. We’ll get back to him. Be afraid.

Pidge approaches the person who summoned by saying ‘For Quiznack’s Sake, you can’t keep on declaring an emergency every time you want to hang out with me, Lance! I had to make Chip take over my orientation tour for me. Do you know how irresponsible I’ll look to these new cadets now that dumped my job on my childlike android, right on the first day’

‘Well, if you don’t want me to pull the emergency card, then you should stop responding to it. And besides, you wind up having Chip substitute for most of the semester anyway, because you would rather be tinkering than lecturing. And they’re in good hands, he knows your material frontwards and back, plus he has better people skills than you.’

‘How dare you.’ she responds in fake outrage, at which they both laugh. ‘So why are you here. what’s the ‘urgent matter’ that made you abandon your farm.’ 

‘I’ll have you know, I’m here on official business too. You’re mother had another breakthrough in agricultural science, and I wanted to see if I could put this knew knowledge to use at my farm.’

‘Uhuh,’ she responds.

‘As for the urgent matter, I heard that some nerd was working on her birthday, which seriously comes into conflict with my plans to pamper and spoil her, and that’s just unforgivable.’

‘For the last time, I don’t need to do anything special for my birthday, I’m an adult!’ 

‘Then I guess you don’t want to see the ancient piece of technology, I accidentally unearthed.’ He says as he casually walks away.

‘You’re right, I don’t.’ She says as she begins to walk the other way. Only to turn around with the excuse, that she might as well have a look at it, since he brought it all the way here.

Lance shows her the tech, which may or may not turn into a macguffin later on, and Pidge is clearly impressed. It’s not quite as advanced as anything they have today, but definitely more sophisticated than its carbon dating (Is that a thing you do with objects?) would imply. She’s excitedly gushing about it, and tells him something to the gist of, ‘You didn’t have to do this.’ to which Lance responds something like, ‘I would do anything to make this happy.’ This suddenly makes everything a bit too real for Pidge, and her demeanor drops as she turns to have a solemn conversation that they had clearly had many times, when Chip comes around leading the group of cadets, who for some reason all have some kind sweet snack in their hands, and telling them general academic tour stuff in a cheery voice, only to drop everything and hug-tackle Lance once he sees him, all star-eyed and delighted to see his other favorite person. One of the cadets, does not quite know who Lance is asks about it. Chip is personally offended that there is somebody who doesn’t recognize the Lance Serrano (Or whatever your preferred last name for him is, in this pretend movie I intend to give everybody their missing last names.) on sight, and immediately begins launching into all his accomplishments, which of course impresses the cadets. They start bombarding him with questions, until Pidge tells them to stop, and then tells them to ask their questions one at a time. So an impromptu Q & A session commences in which it is confirmed that Lance is not Altean, (A self-indulgence for me, because it frustrates how many people have run with this fact, despite the marks being the only Altean trait he exhibits.) culminating in one of the cadets meekly asking if he would do a flight demonstration for them. At first he tries to decline, but Chip is excited by the idea, and Pidge eggs him on, bringing up the whole Tailor line. Lance takes her aside and asks her what she is doing. She responds that since he disrupted her job, he better make amends by contributing to the tour. He complains that he hasn’t flown so much as a cargo-jet in years, and how does she expect him to fly one of their state-of-the-art, not to mention sinfully expensive fighter-jets, without damaging it. ‘Please, a pro like you, it will be like riding a bike. And if you do crash it, I’ll take responsibility.’

‘Right.’

‘And I’ll go along with whatever other birthday surprises you have in store for me, without complaint.’

‘...’

‘And it would make Chip really, really happy.’

‘That’s playing dirty, you know I can’t say no to my favorite android.’

And so he goes along with it. At first he’s a bit hesitant, worried about so much as scuffing the fancy new jet, but before long he’s enjoying himself, and showboating to all the kids on the ground. Pidge looks up at him with a face similar to the one he was making earlier when he was watching her gush over the piece of tech. 

And we are with Keith again. He goes about trying to learn more about his dreams by asking his fellow Blades if they know someone, or something, that can help you get information from your subconscious. Zethrid says that she thinks she remembers an Alien race that could dreamwalk, and seeing as Keith doesn’t have much to go on, he decides to head out there. Acxa elects to go with him, as she is also familiar with the quadrant of space that this race resides in, and it’s a bit disorienting for the uninitiated. They get there, and convince the race to help Keith out. He is but in pseudo sleep state, and this time the memory is of the time he visited his father’s grave with Krolia. (We’re facing the front of the gravestone this time. And yes, we do finally find out Texas Kogane’s name.) Once again he hears Allura’s humming, except now it is slowed down. He approaches it, and again the visions start coming. But this time he is able to get a good look at all the images flashing in front of his eyes. They don’t mean anything to him, but in the last one, not only does he see a nebula that resembles Allura, but a small silhouette that looks suspiciously like...Voltron? The dreamwalkers have copies of all the images he saw thankfully, because a race like their’s would have found a way to transfer information out of a mind directly into images (Sort of a similar school of thinking like the Altean memory hologram things.) Back at the Blade’s headquarters, he asks if anybody know’s where the nebula is located. Nobody has ever seen something like it, but a few of them, including Zethrid, Ezor, and Axca, seem to recognize a couple of the other images. They realize that the other locations must be a path to the nebula, so Keith recruits those that knew were to find those locations to set out on reconnaissance mission. 

Here I’d like to jump around a bit. We’ll keep switching between Keith and crew’s journey, and Pidge’s Birthday Celebration. In attendance of this dinner are Hunk and Shay--Naturally, as they prepared the food--The Holt family including N-7 and Chip, Shiro and Curtis, and of course Lance. I would like this to be one of the more lighter spots in the movie, where we just see everybody’s dynamic with each other, and just exist, because after this act it’s going to get pretty heavy. One of the things that I would like to happen is that there is a projection in the background highlighting Pidge’s greatest achievements. (Including a clip of Chip first going operational, his first words being, ‘Please, define the word ‘mom’. Nevermind, I have found the definition in my Database. Be very afraid.) The party scene comes to an end, just as Keith’s expedition reach the Nebula. He decides to approach it alone in a cruiser, despite the disapproval of the rest of the crew. He claims that he has a feeling that he needs to do this alone. As he is approaching the Nebula, we occasionally cut back and forth to Pidge and Lance, who are having a conversation as he walks her home. They are discussing the day they had, Pidge thanks him for forcing her to attend her own party, Lance thanks her for encouraging him to fly again. Keith’s cruiser enters the Nebula and in the center is in fact a fully formed Voltron, seemingly deactivated. Lance asks her if she would like to hang out with him more often, alone. This devolves into a conversation (Heavily inspired by a textpost from @sp4c3-0ddity. I’ll try to find the link later.) about why them dating is or isn’t a good idea. Keith gets closer to Voltron, and realizes that it seems protecting something in its arms. The conversation grows more dramatic. Keith finally reaches Voltron, and discovers that there is some kind of a force field containing a floating young woman in the same position as the Nebula. (Wearing a light dress, because this is a family picture.) The force field allows his cruiser to pass through, and his scanners or whatsits indicate that there is a breathable atmosphere within. He opens his cruiser door? I don’t know spacecraft lingo, sue me and reaches out for the woman and brings her inside. He closes the door/hatch/whatever quickly because the moment he takes a hold of the woman the force field begins the dissipate and Voltron appears to be separating. The woman, who at the very least resembles Allura, flutters her eyes open and when her gaze locks on Keith she says ‘You’re here! Thank the Ancients, you’re here. Now we can...’ and she falls unconscious again. Meanwhile, Lance and Pidge have reached the climax of their argument. He doesn’t understand why she doesn’t want start a relationship when it’s clear there is something between them, and she says that it’s because she can’t be who he wants her to be. 

‘I just want you to be you, why else would I be asking you out? And don’t tell me this is because of Allura. Of course I still love her, but she’s gone now, and I am more than ready to move on. She wouldn’t want me to be in mourning for the rest of my life. Quiznak, if Curtis and Shiro could make it work despite their deceased loved ones than you have no excuse.’

‘That’s different, I knew Allura. She was one of my closest friends. I couldn’t do that to her. I wouldn’t even be able to look at you without feeling guilty. You literally have her mark on you.’

‘Stop making this about other people, and just tell me how you feel!’ 

‘This is how I feel! Why won’t you listen to me?! Trust me, if we did this I would not be able to focus on us, because I would always have her in mind, and that wouldn’t be fair to any of us.’

Lance sighs. ‘Look, if you’re not interested in me then just tell me. But don’t act like you’re doing me a favor by refusing to date me.’ 

‘My feelings for you don’t matter! I’ve been in love with you since before we even met Allura, that’s why we can’t do this! Because I would be taking advantage of her absence!’ Her eyes widen in Shock, and she covers in mouth in mortification, clearly not wanting to reveal that much. Lance is surprised too, never realizing that her feelings run that deep. 

‘Pidge, you’re not...’ Their communication devices start ringing. Cut to the other former Paladins, who’s devices are also ringing. The pick it up and are shocked by Keith’s message. 

‘I found Allura. She’s returned!’ 

Pidge and Lance look at each other uncertainly, not knowing what this development to them. 

And this is where I stop for now. Ain’t I a stinker? Because as of writing this sentence it has almost been five hours and I need me a break. 

To be continued probably....

[glitterghost]

Andreil & Baking

Yesterday I posted about craving chocolate chip cookies, which lead me to crave an andreil baking hc and thought of how nice it would be. Sooo I wrote one? Just for my own self indulgence. That and I'm not sure if I've seen many andreil & baking scenarios? Anyway enjoy and sorry if it's a bit shitty. 

Confession: Originally it was just Andrew & Neil. Until I remembered Neil doesn’t like sweets & I cursed myself wildly at my ignorance.

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"Are you sure this is right?" Neil asks Andrew, cocking his head at the mixture of flour and egg inside the bright fluorescent orange bowl. Neil isn't used to baking. Most meals he had were cold slices of left over pizza or burgers from whatever restaurant was the most convenient. So the idea of taking all these base ingredients to actually create something that should turn out to be as Nicky said "Unfathomably delicious", was entirely a foreign concept, especially to someone who more or less didn't harbor or tolerate sweets of any sort. But Andrew sat atop the counter a few feet away, legs dangling over the wooden cabinet doors, his nose buried in the cookbook they were using.

Andrew flicks a chocolate chip from the bag next to him, into his mouth before looking unconcerned at Neil.

"Well it's certainly not wrong. I mean," Andrew flips the book towards Neil and points to the title. "..not like it says auto repair manual." He answers matter of fact.

Neil huffs out an annoyed breath and stops stirring the wooden spoon in his hand before addressing Andrew again.

"You know that's not what I meant." Neil says, more frustrated than anything else. Andrew had to understand his unease with this newness of baking. This uncharted territory in Neil's ever expanding world voyage of things he's already done and things he never had a chance to enjoy. Something as simple as baking cookies like this was not common in the Wesninski household. He was too busy mixing hair dye and assuming new identities than he was busy with mixing eggs and sugar and flour together to create a taste of comfort, of warmth and sweetness that tasted of safety and reassurance. There had never been time for those intangible feelings. If there had, perhaps his sweet tooth would be as insatiable as Andrew's.

"No? Then what did you mean?" Andrew stares, his legs swinging still, the gap between his legs to the ground makes Neil smile.

"Stop it." Andrews golden gaze levels his. "What did you mean?" Andrews eyes focus on him like a cat catching sight of movement in a patch of tall grass. Focused. Insistent.

Neil's smile doesn't fall when he answers Andrew. "I don't know what I'm doing. I'm going to mess this up." Neil remembers the honesty they agreed upon. Truth for truth. He figures it's the best path to take right now.

Andrew folds the book face down in his lap. Reaching over, he grabs a few more chocolate chips from the bag, popping them in his mouth again before addressing Neil's confession.

"There's nothing to mess up. I'm reading off every step required. You'd have to be truly incompetent to think that it's possible to mess up, all things considered. Unless you don't trust my directions." Andrews voice curls into a tone usually reserved for the other foxes, his walls slowly sliding up, his eyes slit to harden hues of topaz.

Neil back peddles, tripping over the right words to stop Andrews wall from locking into place.

" No.." Neil closes his eyes, gripping the bridge of his nose with his right hand that is covered in flour after one too many zealous strokes of the mix.

"No you don't trust-" Andrew starts but Neil cuts him off before he can continue to interpret his unfinished comment.

"No. That isn't what I meant. I just, I'm nervous, okay? You say this is simple and I truly want to believe that but nothing is ever as black and white as it seems and even in it's simplicity, there's room for error." Neil admits.

There's a thunk sound, the shuffle of feet heading closer to him. Neil turns his head and finds the 5ft blonde beside him, staring into the mix. He sets the cookbook face up on the counter, visible to both Andrew and Neil.

"Okay." Andrew tells him. "Hand me that measuring cup there." Andrew flicks his head over to the pile of measuring cups to his right. Neil grabs the nearest one and offers it to Andrew.

The roll of Andrews eyes eludes Neil to the realization of having already messed up again. "What is that?" Andrew asks him.

"Um. The measuring cup you asked for?" is the only answer Neil has because it was the only answer it could be.

"Wrong. I swear, I'd be afraid too if I were you. You are oblivious."

Neil's brows furrow, confusion twisting into his face. "But you asked me for the measuring cup?" Neil defends.

"This is a 1/3 cup. I need the 1 cup. But you'd know that if you'd look at the instructions in front of you. That's step 1." So Neil leans over the counter, scouring the page for the step they were currently on. Finding that in fact it did say 1 cup and not 1/3. But could it have hurt Andrew to specify for once in his life?

"I'm not psychic." Neil spits back. Using Andrews own words he'd once used against Neil.

"Clearly not, other wise you'd realize I have about 2% patience left with you. You're clearly not a very avid reader either, otherwise you'd know to look at the directions before freely reaching for whatever measuring utensil is available first.

Neil plucks back the incorrect measuring cup from Andrews hand, his fingers barely brush Andrews but the roughness of them eases some of the uncertainty in his chest.

Tossing the cup back onto the pile, Neil grabs the matching orange measuring cup that is clearly marked 1cup and hands it to Andrew. It takes less than 2 minutes as Neil watches Andrew step in and fill the cup with sugar, pouring it into the bowl. Neil reaches for the spoon again to start mixing but then Andrew is repeating his last step of filling the cup again and dumping a second cup of sugar into the mix.

Neil feels flabbergasted, why would he intentionally try to sabotage these? They were for a Foxes fundraiser that Renee helped set up with a few of her acquaintances from a local church. It had been a good idea. Getting their name out there, not to mention the publicity that the notoriously delinquent Foxes were partaking in a charity fundraiser.

"I can read your face Josten. Trust me, I didn't mess it up. You'll see." Andrew tells him confidently.

"But you just doubled the required amount of sugar? Isn't that going to mess up the rest of the ingredients in the recipe??" Neil asks him, honestly curious.

"I said trust me."

Neil nods, closes his mouth to hold in any more comments. Andrew asked, no told him to trust him. He had yet to fail Neil but he began to seriously doubt how well these cookies would turn out.

After 45 minutes & 375° later, a rack of 16 moist and chewy chocolate chip cookies sit, cooling off. They wait a few minutes before Andrew grabs one of the cookies, the middle slightly buckling from the weight of the chocolate chips (also doubled thanks to Andrew).

Andrew hands the cookie over to Neil with a "here eat this." As if Neil were Andrew's personal royal food tester, searching for any poisons.

"You know I don't like sweets." Neil reminds him. An irritated sigh escapes Andrew lips.

"That's right. Pity." Andrew tells him. Just then, as if on cue, Matt walks around the corner into the kitchen. Last Neil knew, Matt had gone over to the girls room to help Dan and Renee since Allison had refused to get dirty the $200 manicure she'd just gotten done.

"Matt will try it. Ask him." Neil suggests, gesturing to him as he walks closer.

"I asked you. I didn't ask him." Andrew retorts.

"Yeah, and I told you no. Sugary sweet things do not tempt me in the slightest."

Andrew looks at him a beat before returning with "You like kissing me." A fact, no question behind it.

"I don't see the relevancy to that in this situation." Neil lies. Clearly Andrew was referring to the kisses they shared and how Neil never turned those down. And yeah, he didn't.  Andrews kisses were sweet but it wasn't the same kind of sweetness. They were welcomed. That sweetness didn't turn and twist unpleasantly in his stomach later.

"Hey Matt, will you try this?" Neil calls over his shoulder. Matt, who hadn't said anything, trying to keep off Andrew’s radar even just in passing, looks up beaming when Neil asks.

"Oh totally. Is this your contribution for the fundraiser?" Matt looks to Neil and then to Andrew, whose eyes were still lingering on Neil.

Neil nods his head yes, taking the cookie from Andrew before turning toward Matt, cookie outstretched.

Matt accepts it, lifting it to his mouth wrapping his lips around it. Neil braces for the worst after Andrew's impromptu and hastily doubled ingredients but Neil is shocked when Matt's face lights up excitedly before taking another large bite.

"This is amazing." Matt's jumbled words spill out of his mouth, along with a few cookie crumbs, staring at Andrew & Neil in awe. Visibly taken aback that they could create something so unbelievably good.

"Dude, I need the girls to try these. These are going to be so dope at the the fundriasier. You might want to make an extra batch!" Matt tells them. "Do you care if I grab another to take next door?" He asks.

A "No" and a "Yes" simultaneously fill the air. Matt freezes because the "Yes" came from Andrew.

"It's fine Matt. Go ahead, you helped us so you have earned another." Neil tells him. Andrew stays silent, which Matt takes as permission to do as Neil said. He pockets another cookie and heads out the same way he came in.

"Seriously, these are fantastic. They'll be a hit tomorrow." Are Matt's last words before he vanishes back outside.

"I told you to trust me." Andrew tells Neil. His face as stoic as ever, it's only the flicker of a lightness in his eye that Neil can tell Andrew is pleased with Matt's reaction.

"But. How did you.. You didn't follow the directions though. You improvised, how did you know they would turn out so great?" Neil asks

"Sometimes the best things in life call for new plans of direction." Is Andrews only reply.

Neil knows Andrew is talking about more than just baking. Their whole lives were built on forming plan A's, plan B’s and plan C's. Sometimes D's & E's, sometimes more.

Andrew turns to leave but Neil calls out a "where are you going?" before Andrew stops, turns and walks back up to Neil. "I've got some things to take care of. Box those up and start another batch, but this time follow the directions exactly as they're written." Andrew reaches behind Neil, grabbing a cookie for himself and taking a bite of it.

Neil stares at Andrew, perplexed.

A fraction of a smirk slips onto Andrews mouth, invisible to the untrained eye. But Neil's eye had been trained, fixated on Andrews mouth for long enough to spot each time one of these almost smiles appears.

"This batch is mine. I trust you can handle the rest from here on out. You completed your first real baking challenge Josten. Congratualtions, you didn't fuck it up. Now prove you can repeat this success." Andrew's hand lifts to the corner of Neil's mouth and wipes away what must be a smudge of chocolate that he inevitably smeared on himself. Without hesitating, Andrew brings his thumb up and slips it into his mouth. Neil sees a flicker of his tongue swirl around it, cleaning it off successfully.

"See you later, maybe. Don't forget, Renee said to bring two dozen of them."

And with that, Neil watches Andrew exit out the door, leaving him with a new fondness for baking and a secret plan to "accidentally" share Andrew's batch of cookies with the other Foxes once he finishes the next two. Batches he was already planning on using those improvised two cups of sugar on, going against Andrew's instructions .

Neil was aware that Andrew liked to play these little games of his but Neil was getting better and better at playing them too.

[acearohippo]

Why Wash, David, and Agent Washington are all acceptable names

So I’ve been waiting for this moment. For a really long time. So… prepare for a long post under the cut. (Mobile users… sorry. :( I feel your pain.)

There has been a few discussions brought up rather recently about what to call Agent Washington or, rather, what’s acceptable and what isn’t. So, I’m going to throw in my two cents because, seriously, it’s been killing me that no one has thought- or, at least, talked about- this, what I think, crucial point:

Intimacy.

Now, it might not sound like much, but, lisssteeeen, it. Is. Everything.

In the military, people are called by their rank and last name. Nothing against their first name, it’s just the way it is. Now, if you’re a civilian or a Westerner, you might think that it is used to create a gap between military and civilian life. It can be. I will expand a little more on this through this post but, for now, I ask that you civilians and/or Westerners push this idea away for a moment and open yourself up to this: It’s not. See, while a rank and last name is used for professionalism, many of us within the military, see it as something totally normal and casual. We call people by their last names the same way we call people by their first names. It’s not so much that we are trying to “create a gap” between our civilian and military lives, it’s that we are in a different culture. A culture, where calling someone by their first name can be (and is) very off-putting and, in certain cases, pretty damn rude.

Does this sound familiar? It should if any of the fandom is any kind of familiar with name practises in Eastern Asia. Over there, it is downright disrespectful to call anyone by their first name without some form long term connection. They’re also very particular about honourifics and how they are attached to last names, each of them acting as a way to show respect, politeness aaaannnnddd... wait for it… intimacy!

Now, before I really get into my point, let me just clarify that I’m not trying to debunk any already made theories or tell anyone that they’re wrong; I just want to show the other possibilities for future fanfics/fanart! Matter of fact, I quite enjoy a lot of the hypothesis I’ve been seeing- especially any denoting a different “personality” within Wash, because I totally hc him to have some sort of minor split-personality hand-in-hand with PTSD- but I also think that the comfort levels of those he talks to would most definitely dictate how others would call him. Ok, got that out of the way, now for the meat of this post. Brace yourselves.

Opinion: AGENT WASHINGTON IS TOTALLY A-OK BEING CALLED DAVID. It’s his name, who he is, what he’ll go back to. However, what he ISN’T A-OK WITH is people he doesn’t like/doesn’t trust using it!

See, the Director was Wash’s beacon of light, his salvation, his ticket to a better life, protecting people and being the “good guy” that saves the day in the end. He had a tough childhood (I’m pretty sure you have to, at this point, to be part of the Reds and Blues) and he has “anger” issues.

((Quotes are there because, frankly, I believe there’s a better way to describe his “anger” that we’ve yet to find. See, anger issues, is what Carolina and, to a lesser extent, Church have. When they’re pissed, they go off and explode immediately, to whoever and whenever about whatever. Wash doesn’t do that. He just let’s it slide and holds that grudge for eternity until the perfect time to release it shows itself and then he very specifically channels that aggression to the person or persons that sparked his ire. Yeah, he gets frustrated (and his screeches can be heard throughout the lands) but that’s not anger. And there’s a post or story or something out there that’s like “it’s still anger issues” because of how violent he responds, but having “anger issues” isn’t how violent you are, it’s how quick you are and what it takes you to become aggressive. It takes long time and a lot for Wash to do that, but I digress. Getting off topic.))

The Director was supposed to be a man Wash could respect and the Counselor the same, though to a less idol-worship respect. However, when Freelancer was exposed and after what Wash saw and experienced through Epsilon, That trust was destroyed. Demolished. Decimated. Insert as many negative D words as needed, but any intimacy that allowed for Wash to feel comfortable hearing his real name from the Director was squashed. Thus, when Wash became Recovery One, and the Counselor called him by his name, Wash reacted hostilely to it. Wash didn’t abandon his past self; they lost the privilege to use his name.

“But! But! The Triplets!” I hear you say. “Wash told them not to use his name!” Yes, Wash did ask them to not call him by his first name... because he was with top notch agents. In this case, Wash wasn’t asking them to throw away his name, he was asking them to be aware of his new professional promotion. Wash was in the presence of his, stronger, and recent teammates. It’s bad enough that he’s the rookie, but they also take their positions seriously, so if he doesn’t embrace the “agent”, then he won’t be taken seriously. This is akin to trying to maintain a good impression at your job only to get tagged in a rather embarrassing photo by your friends on facebook and struggling to get them to quickly take it down before any of your coworkers see it an alert the boss. We’ve seen how strict and competitive the “single digits” are with each other. Any and all disadvantages of another will be fully taken advantage of in an effort to come out on top. So, Wash wasn’t saying “Don’t use my name anymore” he was saying “Don’t use my name around my new team please”. Because Wash is a professional now, and professionals go by Agent State names.

Alright, so now that I’ve covered the couple of instances Wash asks for his first name to not be used, I can talk about the other name issues, because this intimacy will make more sense if there are people to compare it too.

Agents State Name/ Rank Last Name: Whenever anyone is referred to as one of those, its almost always in a professional setting, such as a debriefing or a reminder of the mission. When it’s not professional, it’s used to signal a shift in tone.

Last names/State names: Like I said, in the military, last names are used just like first names, for all sorts of purposes: Casual, Professional, affectionately, angrily, exasperatedly, etc. Half of my friends call me by my last name, and I them, and while we know each other’s first names, it just feels better to call them by their last names because, believe it or not, they are still the same person, regardless of what they’re called. If you get used to calling someone/being called by a different name, then that just becomes a part of who you are. It’s like a nickname. Yeah it’s not your real name or your full name, but you still answer to it and consider to be as much of your name as your first name is. Same goes for codenames, if you use em long enough.

Agent Washington/Wash/David vs Recovery One: All of these are used depending on trust and comfortness. I think it’s safe to assume that pre PFL Wash probably got called David a lot and was fine by it, which makes sense as pre PFL Wash was a very trusting and gullible rookie. Post PFL Wash doesn’t trust anyone and, as such, there’d be less people he’d allow for first name basis. He doesn’t hate David, there’s just no one who he trusts enough to call him it. However, Recovery One was definitely, without a doubt, a codename for Wash used for the very purpose of dehumanising him. As Recovery One, Wash wasn’t David or Wash. Rarely was he Agent Washington. No, Recovery One was just as much property as the equipment and AI he was ordered to recover and contain. Recovery One was a puppet to be used by PFL, nothing more than a mindless drone controlled by those in higher positions. Easily replaceable, and certainly not unique in anyway. We know South turned out to be Recovery Two, and I have no doubt that there were probably several more Recovery Agents out there, all with various knowledge of any others and various purposes that would affect one another.

Reds and Blues: We rarely hear their first names used by others, except for fleshing out a character:

-“My name is Michael J. Caboose and I. HATE. BABIES!!”

-Tucker’s first name being used to establish he’s black

-Kaikaina proving she and Grif are Hawaiian

-Simmons exemplifying his Dutch Irish genes

-Donut and his personality with a full (and proud) name

Etc. There’s times when Wash calls Tucker by his first name and those times are very much to make Tucker feel discomfort as he and Wash are in no way close enough to refer to each other by first names, especially in high-tension situations.

Felix vs Locus: Ok, so Felix and Locus are examples of codenames taken to become a different person, no doubt. Locus taking his to be more true to his idealistic path of the soldier and Felix because he grew to enjoy his ruthlessness as “Felix”, so they threw away their old selves.

Connie/CT: This is an example of the change of intimacy I’ve been trying to shove into your faces. Wash and CT used to be pretty close, based off of their interactions with the Triplets. However, once CT found out what the director was doing, and once she realised Wash would be of no use to her, she cut off her friendship with them. That’s what that scene was establishing. At the moment in time, it seemed like she was becoming more obsessed with the rankings, and that’s what it was supposed to feel like at the time. However, once it was revealed that she was working as a double agent, that scene was actually her cutting the bond between her and Wash. She never cared about the ranking or keeping face, hence why she was fine with other’s calling her Connie. However, when it was getting close to make-or-break time, and she realised she could trust no one, she started severing ties. See, that scene is way more powerful than what the fandom has taken it to be because CT wasn’t just warning Wash about the inevitable fall of Freelancer: She was warning him that he was no longer on her side of the line. He had to doubly look out because when the shit would finally hit the fan, he would not be able to count on her to help him.

All the Churches: Just… Just all of them. Each name change is partly throwing away the old them, partly bringing in a new personality, partly earning a right to be called “Church”, partly showing different tones, partly reclaiming, just partly everything. This… This I would agree is more accurate for not liking to be called certain names, as they brought back painful memories. And, frankly, Church wanted to be called Church because, at his core, he knew he wasn’t human, but he didn’t want to be seen as a thing. I’m surprised no one else really touches on his sensitivity to being called anything inhuman. I don’t just mean the moments played for laughs, such as when he shot the laser out of his face or when he insisted he was a ghost. No, the AIs were fascinated with human things and human concepts. They all had varying shades of obsessiveness over it. However, Church is unique because he was the closest to human as any of them were, until the torture and splits. But Church, Alpha and Epsilon, absolutely loathed and, probably, feared being dehumanised.

The Meta Vs Maine: Are two very, very different people. The former is a shell of a man run by AIs, the latter the man before the AIs that casually blasts rap music while participating in high stakes mission.

There are several other cases where different names were used to represent different levels of closeness or character/mood shifts. Only few of these were ever used to erase a part of someone’s self. I could go on and on about how much the switches between the names mean so much and are all done to establish more plot devices and that most of the names are very special to those characters and not shameful or painful to them.

Thanks for getting through all of that! Seriously, y’all are troopers! If y’all want to discuss more, please talk to me! I will talk about this topic to the death!

((Also, please excuse any weird grammar... I’ve been typing this since 1 in the morning and it’s been two hours. I don’t remember half of what I wrote. I hope it made sense))

[velkoz-the-voidborn]

[Void Headcanons from my Void.HC page]

[A good portion of asks in my inbox are actually already covered here so I’m just going to post this<3]

Void Affiliation/ interactions with…;

The Watchers

The Glade

Vel’s relation with the Others

Creation of a Void Character / Oc [As I get these questions quite often]

General Idea

Naming / Packs [OP HLK- Assistance from self of being a giant nerd who dragged her into this]

Sil'Aro Characterization

Other creatures; Xir'Nis

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Void General Information  - Void Bio-Tech Crystals - TidBits;

Void Tidbits;

I write quite a bit for the Void and it’s inhabitants - Most of the time I just discuss it with people I’m doing threads with or with my roommate in a happy excited churs as I love it so much.

BUT! I’ve never really put much into posting these Void Headcanons/things so I thought ‘why not? Does not seem like many people do things for the Void anyhow. :( ‘ [Then I was sad. but BESIDES THE POINT]

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Here’s a short collection of things I go by for the Void - personal HC, use if you want, do as you will :>

[Edit; I’m so sorry that it’s so long ohmygoodness and that’s not all of it. but I’ll leave it for now :>]

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There is a difference between the Void, and The Void - Uncapitalized ‘the’ is referring to the place, the plane itself where all the voidlings originated from. While the Capitalized ‘The’ is in reference to the entity of The Void, the hive mind like entity that rules and controls the wills of the denizens that exist under it’s creation.

                                       The ‘character’ of The Void;

The Void could be described as the essence of control - in human terms it would even be called a pure feeling of the ‘7 sins’, no redeeming factor, no mercy or kindness.

The Greed it has for expanding the reach it’s made, the desire to pull other creatures into it’s arms is infectious like a parasite; A deep Lust for what it shouldn’t have, breaking the walls of the dimensional boarders. Though it has an endless Gluttony and will never be satisfied. The Envy of seeing such an untainted world without it’s influence drives these urges further.

Of course the Wrath is unending, the damage it inflicts echoed by the puppets it controls in Valoran; The children of the Void it’s Pride, the soft loathing of the free willed creatures they find tugging at the desire to plunder… but it makes no moves itself with a Slothful dragging, letting the voidborn do it’s work.

All that being said, the one thing that it will do, in an effort to keep control on the Voidlings it’s released with individual missions - is to keep a mental seed, a connection in their minds - a soft lulled voice echoing at times to remind them of it’s values…. of what is ‘right’ and what is ‘wrong’

Free Will is a construct of humanity, and that is something The Void will never allow.

The term ‘Xir’ is a place holder name when speaking on a Void Species as a whole; Vel’Koz is a name we use for the giant spaghetti monster, but it’s more so that his first name is ‘Vel’ and his species name is ‘Koz’

So when infering to the seekers, or his race, as a whole it would be spoken as ‘Xir’Koz’

[This was originally pointed out when Rek’Sai was released, as the journal entries that were speaking on her race was ‘Xir’Sai’ - but when it came to her it was spoken as a name for ‘Rek’.]

The environment of the Void is a drastic place, and has many different ecosystems similar to how our world functions - Some Voidlings are more fit for flat land, others for canyoned walls; plumes of fire or seas of acid - even a forest of luminescent trees for the more mantis or animistic.

Most released ‘canon’ of the Void have some notion of four in their design, be it four eyes, four limbs, four antenna,

With the exception of Rek’Sai - whom might be  reasoning of her race’s lack of connection to The Void.

Perhaps long ago, before the time humans truelove settled, her kind was sent to the world to attempt some manner of mission - but after so long waiting and plundering they lost their connection through breeding and time, changing and evolving quickly to adapt to the new world they now reside in.