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Hidge Week 2021 Survey

Hello all!! Since there's been some interest in a Hidge Week this year, and because I love surveys, there's an interest check survey for this year's Hidge Week! This survey is to gauge interest, see when participants would like the event to be held, and to vote on prompts to be used. You can complete the survey here!

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hello! are you planning to do a hidge week this year?

Hey there! Excellent question: answer is, I'm not sure. I'd been leaning towards no since interest has been waning since the show ended. But if there's enough people into it, I think it could still be fun!

Anyone else interested in another Hidge Week this year? Let me know!

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It’s the last day of Hidge Week 2020!!! Thank you all to who participated this year, it was a joy seeing everyone’s creations! If we happened to miss your work, feel free to send a dm or ask giving us a nudge. And of course late works are always accepted!

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𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟕: 𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐃𝐚𝐲/𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐲

Sadly not a painting but I had to draw this idea I had of Pidge serenading Hunk with Allura, Romelle and Lance as her cheerleaders.

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surprise!! for the honor of the first week i participated in and followed along, i decided to make a playlist!! i put 2 songs for the included prompts. here's the list of the songs! hope you enjoy!

Alternate Universe (i decided to go with a modern Hamilton-y theme)

Helpless ▪ The Regrettes

That Would Be Enough ▪ Alicia Keys

Midnight ⛼

The Dark ▪ SYML

Fly Me to the Moon ▪ The Macarons Project

Gardens 🍃

Something Wild ▪ Lindsey Stirling, Andrew McMahon in the Wilderness

Build Me Up Buttercup ▪ Lara Anderson

Robot 🤖

Screen Love ▪ Trifect, Bien, Slylead

Electric Love ▪ BØRNS

Blankets 🧣

(They Long To Be) Close To You ▪ Carpenters

Day 1 ◑ [Brooklyn Session]▪ HONNE

Road Trips 🛣

Faster Car ▪ Loving Caliber

Adore You ▪ Harry Styles

Costumes 🎃

If We Were Vampires ▪ Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit

I Love You 3000 ▪ Stephanie Poetri

Starlight 🌠

Starlight ▪ Muse

Meteor Shower ▪ Cavetown

Earth 🌱

Earth ▪ Sleeping at Last

Wilderness ▪ Sleeping at Last

Coffee ☕

Falling in Love at a Coffee Shop ▪ Landon Pigg

Riptide ▪ Vance Joy

and last but not least, here's my hidge week 2020 submission series on ao3, if anyone wants them cleanly complied!!

thank you all so so so much for keeping up with my week! i appreciate every feedback you left. special thanks to the folks over on @hidge-week for organizing the event!!

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Day 7: Hidge Appreciation Day * || Free Day

*A day to express appreciation to fellow Hidge fans and creators and discuss the reasons you love Hidge!

Welcome to the last day of Hidge Week 2020! It’s been a blast, and though this fandom is small, I appreciate everyone in it so much! Hopefully you all had a fun time making your hidge-centric creations, and I’ll see you all again next year! In the meantime, take some time today to send some love to a fellow hidge fan, or encourage someone in their work, or yell about your favorite hidge moment. Spread some positivity today!

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last fic submission! thank you so much for tuning in!

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Day 6: Flowers || Coffee

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𝑯𝒊𝒅𝒈𝒆 𝑾𝒆𝒆𝒌

𝑫𝒂𝒚 5: 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕/𝑬𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉

This one took me all day when I was painting it, trying to perfect the night colors. But I’m happy I finished it ^^

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Hidge Week 2020 Day Five: Starlight | Earth

The lights above looked like constellations, the starlight shimmering down on each and every one of them as they waited. Chairs had been assigned to them, separating each of the teams from each other. Another scare tactic, he was sure.

The quest for the orb was no joke.

The whole pageant was just as he expected it to be, shortened since there were only four contestants, one from each team. Pidge looked so small compared to the rest of the “ladies” on the stage, but he did have to say she did look like a lady in the dress they had shoved her into.

Since when had he missed her maturation into more of a woman than a girl? Knowing her, she had hid it from them, not wanting to feel like the weakest link.

Still, his heart raced as he waited for the talent portion. She was beautiful under the starlight lights over their heads and he couldn't believe he would get to dance with her sooner rather than later.

“Your granny and I met at a dance,” his grandfather had told him over and over again, to anyone in the family who would listen. “I knew it was true love as soon as she stepped on my toes.”

There had been a lot of toe stepping earlier, but Hunk had known much sooner than that. He had known before the golden doors, before Allura even.

He had known, but had also known better than to say anything.

He was running out of time and had to say something soon.

Then, as soon as she was announced, he mentally prepared himself to get ready. She had told him for the best effect to wait, it had to be her alone to start it, and he followed any direction she told him, or even suggested.

She walked out onto the center of the stage her smile large and warm, but fake. She had definitely done pageants before, by the way she held herself, she looked almost comfortable, or was it the fact that she knew how to fake it?

Pidge started to dance alone, as the music started slow and somber. The way she had done her hair, whatever make up they had been given, the way the dress held her curves and shimmered under the starlights was intoxicating.

Hunk nearly missed his cue, but made it in time.

When she turned around to face him, and they began dancing together in time, he was in awe of how beautiful she looked under the starlights up close. He forced himself to focus on the dance steps, on the music, on anything but Pidge close enough to whisper, to kiss, to dream of something he knew she would never return.

In a flash, their performance was done. They bowed and she let go of his hand.

That was it.

He would have to wait to talk to her until it was all over.

He had missed his chance.

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“With careful deliberation, the winner is Kathryn Holt of Earth,” the acolyte said to the small crowd of them. “The goddess was very moved by your dance.”

By extension, that meant Team Voltron had won. Hunk let out a sigh of relief. He was sure losing would not be kind, if the last few trials had been any indication.

“As the winners of the pageant, you and your team may request one favor from the goddess that does not include the orb.”

It couldn't be that easy.

“Please follow my sister to the next room.”

Another acolyte beckoned them forward toward a set of double doors. He followed Pidge in and the rest of them followed him.

“The team that did the worst in the pageant is—“ the doors closed behind them and screams of anguish followed.

Hunk didn't want to know.

Sitting in the room, on a throne of gold, the goddess, the same fairy from the flower before, but larger, taking up the whole throne, the orb a mere bobble in her hand. She looked upon the five of them with a smug kind of pride.

“Congratulations on making the final three teams,” She said, spinning the orb in her palm and between her fingers, showing it off as they stared at the prize so close and so far away. “Kathryn Holt, what is your request?”

She looked right at Pidge and Hunk felt a fear surge through him. What would that beautiful brain of hers come up with as a request.

“I want to know how the chamber with the golden doors works,” Pidge said. “Does the ultimatum always come to pass or is it simply a terror tactic?”

The goddess grinned wider. “Beauty and brains, a rare combination, especially in the barren wastelands in this galaxy that were once beauty.”

At least she hadn't killed them yet.

“The double edged chamber is just that,” She said, spinning the orb in wild ways without looking at it. “It shows your greatest dream and your greatest nightmare should you not decide to take your fate into your own hands.” She looked right at each of them. “There is no place for fear in a competition such as this. The chamber removes those unworthy of even the first step of the competition.”

She stared down Pidge. “Does that answer meet your satisfaction?”

“No,” Pidge answered, staring down the goddess while looking like a goddess herself. “It wasn’t an answer at all. What happens if the ultimatum isn’t met?” She asked, refining her question.

Hunk considered pulling her back, for her own good, but the goddess just looked pleased that someone was standing up to her.

“What do you really want to know?” The goddess asked. “Surely the chamber gave you something that upsets you, a balance too great to upset. So tell me: What do you really desire?”

There were a lot of things in the chamber that had upset him, but he stayed focused on Pidge, just as the rest of them were, looking like a princess wearing the shimmering dress, her face pure determination as she looked at the goddess.

“Is there a universe out there among the multiple universes where every single one of the team is happy?” Pidge asked.

What a strange question.

“I can show you,” The goddess said with a short nod as she stood from her chair. “But I warn you, seeing something you can never have plays tricks with the mind and can be dangerous.” She kept her gaze on Pidge. “Shall that be your final challenge in the quest for the orb, seeing if you can find the harsh truth in the beautiful fiction?”

“Yes,” Pidge answered. “Do your worst.”

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Day 2: Gardens || Robots

They’re vacationing on a Bali-like planet. 

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The doggo alien species is from the S8 finale, while the cat one is a Davdabhau native, from the comics. I just…love dis show ok

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shoot quick brain think of a funny caption

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Day 5: Starlight || Earth

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Day 2: Garden/Robots

As much as I would love to make robots with these two I decided to make Hunk and Pidge starting up their very own garden :>

I know that it doesn’t look heavy that fertilizer but that’s what hunk thought too and it ended up being a lot heavier then expected 😂

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Hidge Week 2020 Day Four: Music | Costumes

The temple was spectacular to look at, even as she rubbed her eyes. She hadn't meant to fall asleep, especially with all of the treacherous dangers during the race, but they had all been kept on edge for so long that she couldn't fight the exhaustion. The ice and snow didn't help either, but under the few blankets, Hunk was warm and safe.

She and Hunk hadn’t talked about it, but she had woken up next to him under the blankets Lance had joked about before. They needed to talk about it, work something out, like they always did. But this was different, this was life changing.

Three days left until the ultimatum the darkness gave her came to light.

She chose to focus on the next task she knew was waiting.

“Congratulations!” An acolyte of the temple said once all the teams that could arrive had arrived. Several hadn't been so lucky. “You are the four teams remaining. Please come in and enjoy food and drink as we wait for the goddess to tell you of your next challenge.”

As they entered, weary and exhausted, a bad feeling surged through her. Something about the way the circular center of the floor was decorated, the chairs facing the center, the glitter and streamers and the bright colors. It didn't seem violent, like the rest of the competition had been, but Pidge still felt deeply uneasy. She couldn't eat, the same prickly feeling in her stomach from her childhood before a—

Oh.

Oh no.

She must have said it out loud because the rest of the team looked at her like she'd just dropped the loudest Quiznack known to man, or she had died, which she felt like she had at that moment.

“Pidge?” Shiro asked, but she couldn't look at him. He and her family were close, he knew the torment of her childhood.

“It's a-“

Before she could continue, the goddess appeared before the rest of the teams, human sized now, the orb still in her hand and much smaller. “Welcome everyone,” she said. Her smile held warmth, but Pidge’s stomach still turned. “All of this violence has made me disgusted by the ruthlessness of this quest. The violence and murder in men’s eyes has turned me cold to plights for my orb. Today, we do something different.” She looked out to all of them and landed on Pidge. “Today, we throw a pageant.”

Pidge hated when she was right.

“A pageant to show there is more to each of you and your teams than just bloodshed.”

“Pageants are for the weaker sex!” A large alien from the back with his deep grumbly voice like gravel shouted over them.

The goddess turned to look at him, magic surging through her free hand and as it hit the large creature, he changed. His jagged features became more feminine, his scream more shrill as the magic hit him. Once it all dissolved, he was the weaker sex according to his species, dressed in a frilly smock.

“You’ve chosen the delegate for your team.”

The rest of his team members laughed. Pidge sighed under her breath.

“Impress me, gentlemen and ladies.” Then the goddess was gone in a flash of light, leaving the rest of the teams to squabble.

“Obviously, I'm going to look the best in a dress,” Lance said. Pidge couldn't be sure if he was doing his best to break the tension, or if he was being genuine.

“No,” Pidge said, quelling the nervous energy in her stomach before she tried to speak again. “It has to be me.”

Surprisingly, no one argued. She wished someone had.

“But my talent is dancing, so I need one of you.” She couldn't quite look at Hunk after what had happened in the black lion, but if there was anyone she wanted to dance with when their lives weren't at stake, it was Hunk.

“Give is a few minutes to deliberate,” Lance suggested. “Let us find the perfect frame for your dramatic painting!” He said with a flourish, quoting the eccentric dance teacher at the garrison.

It seemed like such a lifetime ago.

“I'll do it,” Hunk said, practically before he was even finished. “I'll dance with you, but you’ll have to teach me exactly what you need.”

She knew better than to argue. She knew what she had seen in that darkness and she had been told the quest for the orb would test her, nearly break her.

But they were still a team.

“Ok,” she answered. “Let's get started.”

The first few minutes, he was too stiff of a dancer.

“You're too stiff!” She said, forcing his shoulders from his ears and the tension from his hands. “You need to relax!”

“That's never been a problem before, am I right?” Lance said from where the rest of them sat in the corner. “Ladies usually like it—“

From the sounds of it, Keith had smacked him, hard.

“Look,” Pidge said, knowing he had to be just as nervous as she was about the whole thing. “I get you're nervous. I am too, but I used to do this as a kid. I know the orb is at stake and a wish on a magical orb is a big deal. I know science can't help us now, but we’re Team Punk, let's just go out there and have fun.”

“Even if we’re stuck in hilarious costumes?” Hunk asked. “See I have this recurring nightmare where I'm dressed as a giant banana like I was in 3rd grade for this nutrition performance and I—“ he paused, “Well, it's me, so you can guess how that went.”

“You puked.”

Hunk nodded, his shame all over his face.

Pidge gently grabbed his hand. “Even if we are in hilarious costumes,” she said. “But please try not to puke on me this time.”

He laughed, but it wasn't genuine. She aimed to fix that sooner rather than later.

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it is what it is

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Day 4: Music || Costumes