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shidge headcanon: shiro and pidge throw parties in the green lion and only invite space wolf to them
Keith keeps trying to figure out where Kosmo is going and why he occasionally comes back with a little bow tie attached to his fur. And confetti.
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thank you for making a meme of nozakis 🙅 and 👌 its perfect

This is why we do what we do
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"I hope they look like you" please???
You can read this on AO3.
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Shiro and Pidge get married in ten years and become THE power couple of the universe
This this this this. Yes. They get married. In many realities. And we watch the “it” couple be disgustingly cute!
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Lotor: Call me a tsundere one more time
Pidge: Tsunde-
Lotor: *throws candy bar at her face*
#lotidge#voltron#vld#lotor#pidge#submitted by: equalskiersten#ask box submission#please let me know if you only want these to stay in the lotidge tag and not to be in the main tags
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equalskiersten reblogged your post:Friendly reminder that Sakura Kinomoto from CCS is...
Would she mind taking down Fuuma he��s been kind of weird lately
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Honestly? She would probably try to be his friend instead.
She doesn’t know how not to be nice to people
#equalskiersten#i think eriol is even like ''she doesn't know how not to trust people''#this kid i swear#toasty posty#ccs#ccs meta
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Commission for @equalskiersten, a Shidge Avatar AU!
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The promise of hot food was enough to make the weary travelers wake up earlier than they had wanted. After all, anything Hunk made was delicious and by now they had been conditioned to have their mouths water at the smell of a campfire accompanied with Hunk’s humming.
“Rise and shine,” Hunk sing-songed. “It’s breakfast time!”
In a flash, Lance was out of his sleeping bag and in front of Hunk with his bowl at the ready, calling out “Dibs on first serving!” as he went.
However, Lance’s face fell when he saw what Hunk ladled into his bowl.
“Hunk,” Lance said, scowling and pointing at the meal. “What is this?”
“Breakfast,” Hunk answered, stirring his pot.
“No, this is berry soup. It’s hot water with berries in it. That’s it. Whole berries in water.” Lance intoned dryly. “You know. The same thing we had for dinner last night. Which was not a real meal last night. Nor is it a real meal this morning. It will never be a real meal. Ever.”
“Well, Lance,” Hunk snapped, putting his hand on his hip. “It’s the best I can do with practically nothing to work with. Considering we’re out of food supplies and we literally made camp, made berry soup, and passed out after a day of evading the Fire Nation army.”
“Okay, okay!” Lance said, holding up his hand defensively, storming over to sit on a log, still looking irritable. “Some meat would be nice, though.”
“I don’t see you getting up at the crack of dawn to go hunting,” Pidge said as she rolled up her sleeping bag. “Or foraging for anything else edible. And it’s not like we can go fishing in the middle of a plain.”
“We’re in Fire Nation territory, is anything other than these berries actually edible?” Lance asked, holding up his spoon for emphasis.
“Actually, in this area, there’s five more types of fruit—to include three berries and two pomes—as well as three types of nuts, over three dozen herbs, and seven different types of vegetables that can be safely consumed,” Pidge said, tying her sleeping bag in a roll, tossing it effortlessly onto Yorak the Skybison’s saddle. “Then whatever you want to hunt or fish.”
Lance frowned and narrowed his eyes as her before grumbling. “Of course you know that, you know-it-all…”
“Wow, stellar comeback, Lance,” Pidge said dryly, putting a hand on her hip. “You spend all night thinking of that one?”
“Lance has a point, though,” Shiro interrupted, petting his Skybison affectionately while feeding him grass. “We’re going to need more supplies before we go too much farther.”
“The Avatar has spoken!” Lance proclaimed grandly. “Messages direct from the Spirit World!”
“It’s common sense in both our world and the Spirit World,” Princess Allura of the Northern Water Tribe pointed out, frowning as she checked their water stores. “We are going to need to find water soon, too.”
“Pidge, you’re our navigator, how close are we to a town or village?” Shiro asked, looking over at the only nonbender of the team.
Pidge unrolled her map. “Says here that there’s this little town about a two hour’s flight from here. We can do some shopping there, and get water from the local wells.”
“Perfect.” Shiro said. “We’ll head there straight after everyone has eaten. And for the record,” He added, turning to Hunk. “I love berry soup.”
“Thank you, Shiro,” Hunk said, throwing a smug look in Lance’s direction. “It’s good to know that someone around here actually loves and appreciates everything that I prepare for this team.”
“Oh, come on!” Lance exclaimed. “He’s the raised-by-Air-Nomads vegetarian! He doesn’t know how good your buffalo yak stew is! He’s totally biased against beautiful, wonderful, soul-filling meat dishes!”
“Sorry, Lance,” The earthbender said, his tone not sorry at all. He made a grand gesture towards Shiro and declared, “But ‘the Avatar has spoken’.”
Lance plucked out a berry and threw it at Hunk, who ducked at just the right moment. Unfortunately, the berry did end up hitting a human target, in this case, the very grumpy, just-woke-up firebender Keith.
“What was that?” Keith asked, looking confused, not quite sure what hit him.
“Just part of your Avatar approved breakfast,” Pidge said, flashing a mischievous grin towards Shiro across the campfire.
“Sounds catchy,” Shiro commented, returning the grin.
All too soon, the campsite was packed up and with a flick of the reins and Shiro’s order of “Yorak, yip yip”, the Avatar and his companions were off.
They landed Yorak a distance from the village, and created a strategy for going shopping.
“It’s probably best to go in pairs,” Shiro said. “Hunk, Lance, you two go find meat. Keith, Allura, water. And Pidge and I will find fruit and vegetables.”
“Of course he’d divide us up like that,” Lance mumbled to Hunk.
“What was that?” Pidge asked, suddenly appearing behind the waterbender and the earthbender, causing both to jump.
“I said, I think we can work with that!” Lance squeaked, cheeks red.
Pidge narrowed her eyes at him, lips pursed.
It was no secret to the team that Pidge had a massive crush on Shiro. Unfortunately, Shiro seemed to be the only one unaware of this massive crush. To add to the misfortune, the entire team—minus Pidge—was very aware of Shiro’s crush on Pidge. In the last six months since Lance, Pidge and Hunk discovered Shiro frozen in an iceberg in the South Pole, Shiro and Pidge had grown closer as friends and seemed to always be able to find a reason to work together on even the most trivial of tasks.
But now here they were, walking through the streets of this small Fire Nation village. They had been through a lot together, and with the date of the solar eclipse quickly approaching they would face a lot more.
But for now, in their stolen Fire Nation clothing and with Shiro’s hair having grown in, no one would have known that they were planning an attack on Fire Lord Zarkon. No one would have known that this was the Avatar, and with him was one of the best strategic minds and inventors in the world.
For now, they just looked like two normal awkward teenagers, blushing and stealing glances at each other as they moved from stand to stand. They tried hard not to stutter and stumble when they accidentally brushed each other’s fingers reaching for produce. They tried in vain to inform the kind lady that they weren’t boyfriend and girlfriend, but didn’t necessarily object when she gave them two extra oranges in the name of “young love”. Still, they walked away quiet and unsure of what to say to each other, how to defuse the tension a stranger had just given them.
“So…” Pidge said awkwardly at the following stand, holding up a fruit. “Papaya.”
“Uh huh. Papaya,” Shiro agreed, unsure of what else to say or do other than look at her.
“It’s a silver piece to buy,” The grumpy old man behind the stand said. “And three silver pieces for you to just hold it while you ogle each other.”
Turning beet red, Pidge and Shiro quickly handed over the silver piece and walked away.
Shiro glanced at Pidge out of the corner of his eye. He had been wanting to ask Pidge out for a long time. He had been trying to get up the nerve to talk to her about feelings and that sort of thing, and he promised himself that today—this trip—he’d do it. He’d ask her to join him for a cup of tea in the local tea house, like a real date that real teenagers went on.
But after those last two stands—and their owners—he wasn’t so sure. Would he just make things worse, more awkward than it already was?
Come on, Shiro, he told himself. You’re the Avatar. Bridge between the spirit world. You’re going to be facing down Fire Lord Zarkon in a month. But you can’t ask a girl to go share a pot of tea with you? Are you the Avatar or are you a chicken lizard?
Avatar. Master of all four elements. Well, three and a half technically (fire being a bit of a, shall we say, work in progress). Point was, he could do this.
Shiro cleared his throat. “So, uh, Pidge, I was wondering…”
He didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence as a large boom was heard in the distance, accompanied by screaming and people running.
Shiro and Pidge froze, turning to each other slowly.
“Five copper pieces says that’s Hunk and Lance,” Pidge said.
“I don’t want to lose five copper pieces,” Shiro told her as they took off running towards the ominous sounds.
Sure enough, in the center of the chaos was Lance, Hunk, and some very angry Fire Nation soldiers. Not just any Fire Nation soldiers, either. The ones that they had spent the last week dodging and gone to battle with several times.
“Commander Morvok’s men!” Pidge exclaimed. “How did they catch up to us?”
“Doesn’t matter, we’ve got to help Lance and Hunk, find Keith and Allura, and go,” Shiro said, scowling at the day’s development. Pidge nodded in agreement.
Quick as a flash of lightning, Pidge whipped out her throwing knifes, hurling them at the soldiers. Cursing the fact that he left his staff with Yorak, Shiro snatched a broom out of the hands of a young teenage boy sweeping the front steps of a shop.
“Hey!” The boy yelled.
“Sorry, need to borrow this!” Shiro called behind him as he ran to join the fight as well.
Two soldiers came running at Shiro, only to be fought off with the improvised staff and a third to be blown back with airbending.
“It’s the Avatar!” Commander Morvok called out. “A thousand gold pieces to the soldier who can appre—aah!”
Morvok teetered backwards, staring in horror at his shoulder where one of Pidge’s knives was buried. Then he looked up and snarled, removing the blade as he glared Pidge down. For a non-bender, that little girl gave him a lot of trouble. Even more trouble than the actual benders. Even more trouble than the Avatar himself.
Morvok saw how her narrowed honey eyes glinted like the silver of her blades in the sunlight, saw the deadly accuracy of her throws, saw her constantly moving, saw her just close enough to the Avatar…
He had an idea.
Today, he was going to—at long last—get his promotion.
After nearly a week of hunting down the Avatar, he would be welcomed and honored by Fire Lord Zarkon for his expert command and leadership that ensured the continued glory of the Fire Nation.
But, first, he had to get rid of the one true obstacle in his way.
The Avatar’s small, stabby shadow.
“Shoot the girl,” He ordered the archer at his side.
He lifted his bow and aimed.
The sound of the arrow being released was lost in the sounds of the battle, of rocks crashing, wind whooshing, fire blazing, water splashing.
“UGH!”
Shiro turned sharply at hearing Pidge’s cry from behind him. She had sunk down to one knee, her hand pressed to her bicep, a streak of blood running down her arm.
Shiro’s eyes widened, his brain simultaneously blank and overrun with thoughts and emotions.
Pidge.
Pidge was hurt.
Pidge was bleeding.
No one hurt Pidge.
Pidge grit her teeth and moved her hand, frowning at the wound. She would have to deal, she still had to fight, still had Shiro to protect, to have his back.
However, she gasped when she lifted her head.
Shiro’s eyes were a blank and a blue so pale it was nearly white. From underneath the headband he wore to cover his forehead and his clothes, his master airbender tattoos glowed. His feet were no longer touching the ground, a ball of wind, dust and debris forming around him.
Shiro had entered the Avatar State.
No. No, this couldn’t be happening. Not after the last time he went into the Avatar State. Not after he was shot with lightning by Haggar. Not after he finally was starting to be able to regain strength and function in his now-scarred right arm.
“Shiro!” Pidge called, getting to her feet.
Whether he couldn’t hear her over the wind or if he was just ignoring her, she couldn’t tell.
All she knew was that the next forty-five seconds were pure chaos.
“Oh no,” Hunk said, eyes wide.
“Get down!” Lance yelled, dropping to the dirt.
Pidge covered her head.
Shiro threw his head back, his arms out.
Commander Morvok and his men were all thrown backwards, colliding with buildings, fruit stands, and a cart full of cabbages.
Avatar State Shiro was not done yet, though. His blank, glowing eyes found the arrow that struck Pidge, it’s head buried in the ground. Using airbending, he called it to his hand.
Faster than a tornado, Shiro was in front of Morvok, snarling, arrow clenched in his fist. He raised his arm, not caring that the man was whimpering and cowering and begging for mercy.
He was going to take this arrow—the arrow that struck Pidge—and bury it in this pathetic fool’s heart.
Two smaller hands reached up and grabbed Shiro’s arm. “Shiro, stop! Leave him alone!”
Shiro paused, turning his head slightly to see Pidge hanging off of him, her eyes wide as she stared up at him.
“Come on, Shiro,” She whispered. “Let him go. Come back to me, Shiro…”
The tension in his shoulders eased, the wind around him began to die down. His feet touched the ground again, his eyes darkening to their typical steel-gray.
Pidge breathed a sigh of relief as her own feet touched the ground. She moved her hands down Shiro’s arms to grab his wrist. (And, no, not just to feel all of Shiro’s amazing arm muscles, thank you very much, Lance.)
“Let’s go,” Pidge said.
Shiro nodded vaguely, letting Pidge drag him towards Hunk and Lance. They ran off towards the town well to find Keith and Allura, a distraught “MY CABBAGES!” heard in the distance behind them.
After locating the firebender and the Northern princess, both of whom were disappointed to have missed the fight, the team ran to Yorak and quickly left.
Once in the air, Shiro twisted around to get a look at Pidge, who was having her arm tended to by Lance and Allura. She hissed in pain as the waterbenders began the process of healing her arm with their bending.
“How bad is it?” Shiro called, concerned.
“Didn’t go too deep into the muscle,” Allura answered. “Mostly a flesh injury. It might leave a small scar, but nothing too terrible.”
Shiro nodded vaguely. He was starting to feel the emotional and physical fallout of the battle, of entering the Avatar State. His muscles ached, he felt exhausted, his stomach churned, his mouth dry.
And he felt angry.
Angry because the most important person in his life had been hurt while having his back.
Angry because he could have done nothing to stop it.
Angry because he lost control of himself and his emotions.
Angry because what good was it to be the most powerful bender in the world and you couldn’t even really protect the people who matter the most to you?
He turned back to Yorak’s flight path, letting go of the reins with one hand to bury it in the skybison’s soft, thick fur. He heard his animal companion make a worried and comforting grumble beneath him.
Shiro didn’t reassure Yorak that he was fine. He knew he wasn’t.
They flew for hours, mostly in silence. No one discussed at length about Shiro going into the Avatar State. Hunk and Lance gave short answers to Keith and Allura’s questions. The only real upside was that they had remembered to grab their purchases, so lunch was to consist of the papaya Pidge and Shiro had picked up.
Shiro landed Yorak near a stream, allowing the passengers to stretch their legs and the skybison rest for a while before taking off again.
As the fruit was cut up and distributed, Shiro wandered off towards the bank of the stream, mumbling something about meditating. However, he just sat there, watching the fish and frogs in the water.
Shiro wasn’t really paying attention when Pidge came to sit beside him, holding out his portion of the fruit. “So,” She said casually. “Papaya.”
He smiled faintly at the memory of just that morning. Only for the weight of everything after to come crashing down.
“Uh huh,” He mumbled. “Papaya.”
“You going to eat some?”
“Not hungry.”
“You went into the Avatar State, Shiro. You need to eat something before you pass out on us at the reins.”
“I’m fine.” At this, his traitorous stomach rumbled. Loudly. Enough to be heard over the flowing water in front of them.
Pidge frowned, her hair blowing into her face. She tucked a piece behind her ear and said, “No, you’re not. What’s wrong?”
Shiro grit his teeth slightly, his eyes briefly landing on the bright white bandage wrapped around her arm, then he diverted his gaze. “Nothing.” He spat.
“Your shoulders tense when you lie, you know,” Pidge told him, reaching up to gently massage his right shoulder. “You can talk about it, you know. Is it what happened back at the village?”
“Yes.” Shiro admitted, trying desperately hard not to cave into Pidge’s touch and relax.
“Is it because of what happened? When you were in the Avatar State?”
He shook his head. “No. It’s… It’s what led to me going into the Avatar State. I lost control of my emotions, yes. But it’s also why I lost control of my emotions. I saw you hurt, saw the blood, and… I just lost it.”
Shiro drew his knees to his chest, wrapping his arms around his legs. “I’m the Avatar. I’m supposed to save the whole world. But I can’t save everyone, can’t protect everyone. I was reminded that today, because I saw my friend—someone I desperately want to protect and keep safe—get hurt while having my back in a fight. I always know you’ll have my back. But I didn’t do a good job of having yours today. I should have been able to, I don’t know, freeze it in midair. Or blow it off course. Or hit with a rock. Set it on fire. Something. Anything. But I didn’t even see it until too late.”
“Shiro, I hate to break it to you, but, even though you’re the Avatar, you’re still just as human as the rest of us.”
“Sometimes I wish I wasn’t. Sometimes I wish I was more human, more normal. Either not the Avatar or not a bender at all. It would make things a whole lot easier.”
“No, it wouldn’t,” Pidge argued. “If you were more normal, there’s no way we would have ever met, for one thing. And there’s still the Fire Lord to deal with.” She took his hand in hers. “Look, I know it’s hard. I can’t imagine what it feels like to have experienced everything you’ve gone through. But I can be here for you, be by your side. You’re my best friend. I believe you can save the world and everyone in it. There’s going to be bumps and bruises along the way, but that’s just how life works. And let me tell you this: those bumps, those wounds, those scars...”
He looked up and met her eyes as her thumbs gently rubbed the red, starburst-shaped spot on his palm where the lightning had exited his body. He looked into her face, into her kind eyes and gentle smile.
“These scars are what show the whole world we fought as hard as we can. That we keep getting back up when we’re knocked down. We don’t give up, because we believe in our fight.”
Without warning, Shiro threw his arms around Pidge, hugging her tightly, careful of her injured arm, burying his nose into her soft hair as she embraced him in return.
“Thank you, Pidge,” He whispered. “I couldn’t ask for a better best friend, could never find a better person to have by my side through all this.”
“You’re welcome,” She whispered. She pulled back slightly, smiling up at him shyly. “Want to ask Keith if he’ll heat up some water for tea? We probably have time for a cup or two before taking off again.”
Shiro smiled. “I’d love that.”
It wasn’t how he initially planned for it to happen, but he had gotten his cup of tea with Pidge anyway.
#Shidge#Voltron: Legendary Defender#VLD#Voltron#Voltron AU#Avatar AU#Avatar#Commission#Writing Commission#Shiro#Pidge
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Not what he Seems
Kinda ish speculation on season 5. Not really mostly just a cool fic based on a post by @equalskiersten and my own thoughts. Just….you’ll see. Read plz.
Keith groaned as he woke up, vision blurry and head pounding. When his vision finally cleared and he could think straight, Keith realized a few things were……off. The first thing that was off was his hands were bound, the second was he was in some sort of white medical suit, and third was he WASN’T with the blades of marmora.
Keith was in a galra prison cell.
How had he even gotten here? Keith remembered Kolivan breifing him and a few others on a mission, then they went there and…..oh.
It was simple intel gathering. Nothing big. Keith had been doing great until that sentry saw Keith and knocked him down. He and the robot had tusseled until he gutted it with his blade and pushed the now lifeless piece of scrap off of himself. Keith went to his comrads only to see the ship flying away without him. He would’ve cried out if not for the sentries filling the room and surrounding him. Keith had no choice but to get down and surrender. Thats when one had knocked him unconscious.
Keith probably would be stuck here for a while. He wasn’t needed by voltron or the marmora so why would they risk their lives for him?
Suddenly Keith was blinded as light from the hallway poured into the dark cell. It was blocked somewhat as a large galran guard walked in. “Get up runt, Professor Holtaren wants to see you.” Keith yelped as he was yanked to his feet, given no time to try and follow the order. Keith followed the guard attempting to plan his escape. Soon though they were joined by two sentry robots. He gave a few tugs at his bound hands but the cuffs were fastened tight. No way Keith would be able to escape like this. Even if he could he had no idea where he even was. Attempting to get away now was more likely to get him killed than set him free.
Keith’s eyes widened as he walked through the door. There was a large lab area with all sort if equipment, some of which looked not too friendly. His gaze settled on the man in the room staring at him, smiling. Keith was shocked when he saw their face, a face MUCH to familiar for his liking. “No way….”
“Proffessor Holtaren, I have the prisoner you requested,” the galra said before shoving Keith foreward toward the man. The ALTEAN man, who shouldn’t be Altean.
“Good good. Go ahead and wait outside the door. Send the sentries in though to hold him,” Sam Holt said. The guard nodded before the leaving, the two sentries from the hall walking in to take his place.
“You seem shocked 203. Though I guess this would be a shock. I bet you thought I was in some sort of prison hmm?” Sam said, not seeming phased in the slightest at seeing Keith.
It took a few seconds but Keith was able to speak. “Sam, what are you doing here? Why are you Altean? Pid-Katie has been-”
Sam held up his hand and Keith shut up. “Its Samdalio, not Sam, also I’m quite aware 203. I would be proud to be honest if she weren’t the enemy.” Samdalio let out a dissapointed sigh. “Much wasted potential with both of them. Unless we can configure them to the right side of course.” Keith stared in disbelief. Sam, well Samdalio now, didn’t sound at all like the caring and kimd father Matt and Pidge described.
“What are you even talking about!?” Keith attempted to charge foreward but that only resulted in the sentries paindully gripping his arms.
Samdalio tsked at Keith. “Behave 203, or I might have to damage you.” Keith felt goosebumps at how Samdalio said it. Damaged, like an appliance or toy, not a person but a thing to be used. “And as for you question I guess I can answer that. As you know Zarkon destroyed Altea, but some Alteans survived. Those that hid and those that joined him. I happen to be part of a long line of Altean scientists. My mission was to acess thrme threat level of earth, and set up my own lab there for study of flora and fuana.” He sighed, as if remembering good times. “Then I met my wife Colleen. Pretty thing, never knew I was Altean. Pidge and Matt were needed as succesors, and itg was easy to reproduce them once I got that woman smitten with me.” Samdalio gestured to an exmination table and the sentries got Keith strapped down, one doing the actual process, and the other holding a gun to Keith’s head.
Keith tugged at the metal bindings holding him down but there was no give. “Oh don’t worry 203, I made sure they were working at full capicity just for you.” Keith suddenly realized something.
“What does 203 even mean? And can you just call me by my name?” Keith asked, confused when Samdalio let out a laugh.
“That IS your name. Experiement 203 of the genetic birthing program. The first successful test tube baby you could say. Made up of my own DNA and that of….some galra, don’t remember who to be honest.”
Keith felt his entire world breaking apart. He never had real family. No mother existed that would hug him tightly when they found each other, and his father was really a psychotic Altean. Hell, this mean he wasn’t even HUMAN. A sudden prick in his arm brought him back to the real world.
“I made a little something for you, Katie, and Matt so you appeared human. Couldn’t lose my projects now could I? Proud of myself for it, its nearly impossible to detect unless your looking for it. No need now though.” Samdalio set down the needle, and Keith panicked as purple crept up his arm.
“Sam please stop this! The-” a slap shut Keith up quickly. Samdalio seemed annoyed but smiled when Keith was silenced.
“You know I have a present for you. You like Shiro’s arm right?” Keith’s blood went cold. No. Nonononononono. “I had a leg I was going to give Matt…..but I modified it just for you.” Keith struggled, but it was futile. The cuffs holding him to the table were too strong, and whatever made him look supposedly normal was making him weak as well. Probably some sort of seditave mixed in.
Samdalio just watched, and sokn his vision was getting fuzzy. “Sam….please don’t do this. Please….” Keith was begging now. He didn’t want to lose a leg. He didn’t want this make it stop make it stop make it stop. The last thing he saw was Samdalio smiling excitedly at the prospect of replacing one of Keith’s legs.
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When Keith came to he could hear yelling. Everything felt…..fuzzy. “Lance your wrong! Dad would never do this!” That voice…..Pidge.
“Yeah, dad was captured along with me and Shiro remembed?” Matt……why was everyone so angry? Keith squinted his eyes open. Everything was still fuzzy. Fuzzy moving shapes….
“Look that’s what I saw ok!? Your dad was therd but like……Altean! And he even said he did this to Ke-Keith, your awake!” Keith was suddenly hugged from all sides. He relaxed into the hug until he remembered what had happened. Getting caught, Samdalio, the truth….purple.
“Get me a mirror!” Keith yelled. Everything was finally clearing up, and he could see the worried glances of everyone. Along with Matt, Pidge, and Lance, Hunk and Shiro were there as well. Keith could also see purple, furry, clawed galra hands. HIS hands.
Lance was the one to bring him a hand mirror, which Keith quickly took and looked at himself. His skin was covered in soft purple fur, and his ears with now fuzzy and catlike. His eye thankfully only had a slight yellow tint to them instead of glowing yellow like quintessence. The only Altean feature was the red markings under his eyes. Plus he had the addition of a prothetic leg, which felt wrong.
“….Lance is right you know,” Keith said as he watched his reflection, trying to stay calm. “He…..Samdalio said you guys were supposed to be….heirs or something….and I’m his test tube baby….” A few tears falling onto the mirror was how Keith realized he had started crying. His grip tightened on it as he somehow growled. “I’m some freak. My dad was never my dad, my mom whoever she is doesn’t care, I have no family out there!” Keith flung the mirror across the room, yowling in sadness and anger, like the beast he was.
Suddenly two pairs of arms were wrapped around him. “Shut up.” Pidge said. “We’re your family dumbass.”
“Yeah! So cheer up ok?” Matt said. Keith noticed the tears falling down their faces as he returned the hug. He can’t imagine how hard this must be. Keith didn’t have any loving parents like he always thought, but Pidge and Matt learned the love of their own father was a lie.
Soon the other two paladins were joining in on the hug. They all stayed like that for a while, which Keith didn’t mind at all.
After much too short of a time the hug was over. Matt and Pidge ended up helping him to his room, since he needed to to get used to his new leg, which Shiro promised to help with. They all agreed to let Keith rest before talking more about….this incident.
“Thanks,” Keith said as he laid in bed. He was surprised when Pidge suddenly jumped on him, laughing. “Uff, hey! What-MATT WAIT DO-” Matt pounced on him as well, and he wheezed as the air was knocked out of him.
“Holt slumber party!” Pidge yelled, rolling off Keith. Matt thankfully got off him too, but took his time with it.
“Guessing you don’t want to be alone after all that….stuff, so we’ll be keeping you company tonight!” Matt said, patting Keith’s head.
Keith gently hit his hand away but was smiling. “You guys sleep? I didn’t know.”
Matt let out a dramatic gasp. “I’ll have you know I sleep at least 2 hours every night!” They all laughed at that.
Keith had a fucked up dad, that he knew that, but now he had two nerdy siblings.
And maybe…….maybe he’d have a mom when they got back to earth.
YES! PRAISE DA LERD I FINISHED THIS. ITS SHIT BUT ITS MY SHIT.
#sam holt#atleans#keith#allura#shiro#pidge#matt#matt holt#katie holt#voltron#voltron legendary defender#angst#comfort#evil sam holt#samdalio
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I was tagged by @spinzgirl ! Thank you!
Rules: You can tell a lot about a person by the music they listen to. Put your music on shuffle and list the first ten songs, then tag 10 people.
1- Mumford & Sons- Broken Crown. (https://youtu.be/sXzDu071RdQ)
2- John Lennon- Beautiful Boy (https://youtu.be/Wfx2JjFH2nY)
3- ZAYN Dusk till Dawn ft Sia (https://youtu.be/tt2k8PGm-TI)
4- Ed Sheeran- Nancy Mulligan (https://youtu.be/VFlZXlfda6Y)
5- Avatar Suite Live in Concert (https://youtu.be/98swTvSBFOc)
6- Imagine Dragons- Believer (https://youtu.be/IhP3J0j9JmY)
7- Kansas- Carry On My Wayward Son (https://youtu.be/2X_2IdybTV0)
8- Robi Draco Rosa- Reza por mí (https://youtu.be/rK9daeydZb8)
9- One Direction- No Control (https://youtu.be/pW7W8hbdhX8)
10- Residente- Hijos del Cañaveral (https://youtu.be/7_e4r805CX4)
So now I’m tagging @spacemare @aareysollen @princessstaryknight @animejunki5 @spookyfloof @equalskiersten @kalluralove @troyasstuff @rebelgirlmatrix1213 @kalluras
Have fun!
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Shidge Discord
Hello to all shidge shippers. If you want to find others who share your love of this couple as well as others, there’s a shidge centric discord you can join. Just contact:
@equalskiersten
@howlingmoonrise
@infinity-shidge
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Request from @equalskiersten
They requested Shiro holding Pidge bridal style from a fight and I was like you know what would hurt? Both of them being captured by galra. I imagine she got a little too mouthy with a gaurd and Shiro was just a little too far to save her from getting a beating.
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oh we getting angsty? imagine pidge feeling the unrequited love for lotor, and even tho she's a paladin of voltron, she's considered low-birth, common class, she'll never be able to be with him even if he loved her back
AKSHFIAU FAIUWEFH
I love the whole “below my class” trope. And Pidge researching how she could possibly improve her status, but it doesn’t matter. Because not only is she of low birth, she’s human.
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@equalskiersten @fate221 Lets make it a shidge game meme trend lol


They were waiting for this.
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Lotor: i love you bitch
Pidge: oh my god
Lotor: i aint never gonna stop loving you biiitch
Pidge: its PIDGE
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Commission for @equalskiersten, a story of Pidge/Atlas! Dedicated to all the antis and everyone who has ever said “You can’t ship that”.
For info about commissions, click here!
There had been many things in Katie Holt’s life that she loved. Her parents, her older brother, her dog Bae Bae, peanut butter…
But robots… Robots would always be her greatest love.
She just never thought that, one day, a robot would love her the same way.
*****
It began with discovering King Alfor’s notes from when he built the Lions of Voltron. Pidge found details about how Allura’s father had developed the sentience that the Lions had, which also had the potential to enable Atlas to communicate directly with the ship’s crew. Of course, Pidge had wanted to test this information out immediately.
With the encouragement of her teammates and the equally eagerly curious Garrison engineers and commanding officers, Pidge got to work. Hours later, Pidge stood on the bridge of the Atlas, heart pounding, ready to test and see if her efforts were a success or not.
She activated the ship and said, “Hello, Atlas.”
There was silence. A beat. Then two. Then three. Then…
“Hello, Katie Holt.”
Pidge gasped, grinning. It worked!
The voice was crisp and clear, but with a slight accent that was similar to the posh accent Allura spoke with. The voice was also male, which Pidge found interesting. Though the same tech had been used with all five of the Lions of Voltorn, it seemed that each machine assumed its own gender rather than be assigned one.
“Tell me about yourself, Atlas,” Pidge said, adjusting her glasses and snatching up her notepad, ready to take notes. She hoped Atlas’ Artificial Intelligence could pass the Turing Test, but she had to establish a baseline of the ship’s knowledge and thinking patterns first in order to see what needed to be worked on.
“I am Atlas. I am a battleship. I have weaponry. My design was based off of those of King Alfor, of the planet Altea. I protect Earth and the people of Earth.” Atlas dutifully explained. “When necessary, I can change my shape into a larger version of Voltron.”
“Do you know who pilots you?” Pidge asked.
“My captain is Takashi Shirogane, and his co-pilots are Commander Mitch Iverson, Commander Samuel Holt, Cadet Veronica Ramirez, and Coran Smythe.”
“Okay,” Pidge said, nodding. “So, are you aware of what happens when you are being piloted?”
“Affirmative. I can feel their quintessence. It lends strength to my transformation.”
“Interesting…” Pidge said, scribbling down a note. This was something that she and the other engineers and theorized; though the Garrison built Atlas, and Coran and Allura were undoubtedly the experts regarding King Alfor’s work and Altean technology, there was so much about the Atlas to discover. The ship was quite an enigma. “So. How do you feel about your pilots?”
Atlas was quiet for a moment.
Pidge frowned. “Atlas?”
“I am sorry, Katie Holt,” Atlas said, voice a little clipped. “But I do not understand.”
“Would you like me to rephrase the question?”
“Negative. Your question is understandable. You are asking for my personal opinion of the pilots. However, I do not understand how to respond, as I do not know how to ‘feel’ about them. They are my pilots. They do their jobs well. I do not understand why my opinion matters, even if I did know how to express that opinion.”
Pidge relaxed her shoulders. “Do you… Do you not know what feelings are?”
“Negative.”
“Well, that’s okay,” Pidge reassured. “Everyone has to learn what feelings are at some point, I guess. I mean, everyone feels something emotionally but may not have the words to describe what that feeling is. There’s a range of feelings, too. Happy, sad, angry, scared, jealous—”
“I have no context for these words,” Atlas interrupted.
“Hmm, I guess you don’t.” Pidge said. She thought for a moment. “All right. Then we’ll just introduce context to you.”
She could have easily brought in the Lions; after all, they had some form of emotional capacity—at least enough to bond with their pilots. But if she wanted Atlas to pass the Turing Test, wanted him to be mistaken for a human, then she’d have to teach him like a human.
“Young humans typically learn best by experience and example, both of which typically involve interaction with other, older humans. So, I’ll share my experiences with you, as well as download some media material to your database in order to help you understand.” Pidge explained.
That was how it began, Pidge and Atlas spending time together.
Pidge shared stories of her experiences with joy, with anger, with jealousy, with sadness. She told him stories about adopting Bae Bae and finding the Green Lion, of being bullied as a child and explained why she had been afraid of the dark as a child. Atlas listened, asked questions, used his own logic to comprehend why Pidge felt all of those emotions at various times in her life.
“The saddest I have ever felt…” Pidge trailed off one afternoon when they were discussing sadness. “Was when I found my brother’s grave. His second one, actually. He has two. One on Earth and one deep in space that the rebels created.”
“Your brother Matthew is alive and in good health,” Atlas commented. “Why would there be not one but two death rituals performed?”
“Matt’s been declared dead twice,” She explained. She smiled. “He, Dad and Shiro like to say that the reports of their deaths have been greatly exaggerated. The first time, it was after the Kerberos mission. But the second time… I believed it. I believed he was gone. I was searching for him for so long, and I just felt so alone.”
“Loneliness is what made you sad?”
“Yes. But, also, yeah, that I thought he was dead. Permanently dead.”
“Death is a natural part of the life cycle. All living beings experience death; it is to be expected.”
“Not usually with someone so young and healthy.”
“But in a war that you knew he was fighting in?”
“Hmm, how do I explain this?” Pidge said, tapping her chin. “It doesn’t matter if someone dies when they are very old or very young. You can still be sad because someone you love is gone.”
Atlas was quiet for a moment, then, “Love? Explain love.”
“Love is…” Pidge trailed off. “It’s a strong emotion you feel for someone or something. There’s different types of love. There’s platonic love, which is love for your friends. Like I have for my friends, the Paladins. Then there’s family love, which I have with my parents and Matt. Then there’s love for animals, or colors, or types of objects like tech, books, art… That’s more of an appreciation, I guess. Then there’s romantic love, which is where you form a deep connection with another person; it’s kind of like a more intense version of love for friends, and in a lot of cases a romantic partner may become family through marriage ceremonies.”
“How does one know that they love something or someone?”
“Well, it’s things that make someone really happy. Like I love technology and robots; they make me happy, and I get enjoyment out of learning and interacting with them.”
“Is love with another being similar?”
“Right. It’s being happy with other people. Enjoying spending time with them. Wanting to make sure that they are happy and safe, with their needs met.”
Atlas was quiet again, then, “I understand, Katie Holt. I understand.”
Pidge, however, didn’t understand. At least, not until weeks later…
*****
Pidge sat, giddy with excitement as Hunk took a seat in front of the computer. Today, they were finally performing the Turing Test on the Atlas. She, Hunk and a few curious bystanders were on one side of the Garrison; the Atlas was in a hanger on the other side. In the middle, in his office, was Commander Holt. Hunk was going to ask both the Atlas and Sam a question, and both were to send their answers electronically to the computer, where Hunk would then try to determine whose answer belonged to the man or the ship. Meanwhile, Matt—who had chosen the questions and format of the test—sat at another computer, able to see who the answers truly belonged to.
Hunk challenged questions of science, literature, math, and various other topics. He asked for the word ‘milk’ in Spanish. He asked for each of them to make-up a short story involving a narwhal. He sent images and told them to answer with how the picture made them feel or how the photo’s subject felt, such as a child with a dropped ice cream cone or a bride and groom.
“All right,” Hunk said. “One last photo, with one last question.”
Pidge was surprised when Hunk pulled up a picture of herself and posed the question, “In one word, say how you feel about this person.”
The results were instantaneous. One anonymous response read HAPPY. The other read LOVE.
Hunk sorted them just as quickly, placing LOVE under Commander Holt’s answers and HAPPY under Atlas’.
Done, Matt stood up. “Let’s go analyze the data in Atlas’ hanger.”
They all moved to the hanger and inside the ship in question. Matt stood at the helm, looking at the assembled pilots, engineers, and top brass. “It is with great pleasure that I announce that Atlas has passed the Turing Test! His answers are indistinguishable from that of a human being!”
There was a great amount of cheering and celebrating. Pidge beamed with delight.
“I’m so proud of you, Atlas!” She told the ship, resting her hand on one of the walls.
“Thank you, Katie Holt.” Atlas said. “I am grateful for the experience, and the time we spent together.” The ship hesitated, then asked, “Will we be able to continue to do so, now that the Test is completed with success?”
“Of course!” Pidge said, but feeling a little confused. She had a feeling that Atlas was trying to convey something to her…
Matt smiled at her, and beckoned her over. “Come walk with me, little sis.”
Pidge did so, following Matt off the bridge, away from the people.
“There’s something you need to know,” Matt told her. “That last question? The one with your picture? That’s the one that allowed Atlas to pass.”
Pidge frowned. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, I picked that photo, that question for a reason,” Matt said. “I thought Dad would have been the one to respond with ‘love’ or something similar.”
Pidge’s heart did a small leap. “You mean… Atlas was the one who responded with ‘love’?”
“Yeah,” Matt said, sticking his hands in his pockets. “Kind of crazy, isn’t it?”
“Yeah…” Pidge whispered. “Excuse me.”
She ran into the heart of Atlas’ engine room, a private place where she knew the ship’s AI could hear her. She placed her hand on a piece of cold metal and said, “Atlas?”
“Yes, Katie Holt?”
“Can I ask you a question?”
“You may. It is the day for asking me questions, after all.”
Ah, so he developed a sense of humor and snark, too…
Pidge took a deep breath and asked, “Do you love me?”
“Affirmative, Katie Holt. I love you.”
“Do you… Is it… As a friend?”
“Negative.”
“As family?”
“Negative.
Pidge’s heart was pounding in her chest. “Do you… Do you love me in a romantic sense.”
“Affirmative.”
Pidge’s eyes filled with tears. “I love you, too, Atlas. I love you, too…”
#Pidge/Atlas#Voltron: Legendary Defender#VLD#Pidge#Voltron#Atlas#Katie Holt#Writing#Commission#Writing Commission#Pidge x Atlas
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my time has come
Fic Recs
Anyone else got some favs to rec? @strugglingtoast @potentiala @hessonite-angel @equalskiersten ???
Question: Voltron
Can someone recommend me some Shidge fanfics? Please and thank you!
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