#kenny kogane

[heffrondriving]

˗ˏˋ ꒰ KENDALL SCHMIDT & LOGAN HENDERSON WALLPAPERS ꒱ ✧༉‧₊˚

❀ requested by anonymous ❀

[akechi-gf]

who is keith kogane if not hiro hamada persevering or however the phrase goes

[galaxynajma]

Guys I have a new kenjaku merch idea

Inspired by this amazing gorgeous beautiful new jjk official sticker

Ok so the idea is to have a food bowl that looks like kenny’s head and you take off the top of their head to eat out of

Like this

shueisha/WSJ hire me

Also I want a kogane plushie

[cursedvibes]

Seeing Kenjaku in the past chapters really makes me think it is impossible they didn't tease or torment the hell out of Wasuke when they saw each other. You could say they would act relatively distant as to not raise too much suspicion but.... Come on. They even seemed to be speaking in a mocking (?? teasing??) manner to Wasuke in the flashback. I find it hard to believe Kenny would have succesfully kept their personality in check in the face of their father in law.

Oh they for sure did. Kenjaku was edging between teasing and threatening him any time they interacted. I think it would be funny if they on one hand spend their time buttering up Jin and then turned around to Wasuke like "if you don't want to scrape your son's remains off the floor, you keep your mouth shut". Probably nothing as extreme as in the case of Kogane, but they'd make him sweat once in a while.

Despite Viz other mishaps re translation this week, I thought this word choice was really funny

"Kaori is dead, that's not her! Jin, that woman is gonna kill you!"

"Aww~ don't say that"

[voxofthevoid]

JJK 220: Yuuji's dietary habits continue to fascinate me

The Yorozu vs. Sukuna chapters were fun reads, but this one has got me vibrating again, let's fucking gooooo.

Kenjaku for villain of the year

I love how this motherfucker (...fatherfucker, if we want to get very literal about it) gets more chaotic with every chapter. I didn't think straight-up blackmailing Kogane would be their method for getting those rules added, but I just about lost it when they did it a second time.

That's just bullying, Kenny.

I also love how unreliable they are about...literally everything. We already know they lied to Chōsō about the Culling Games, and now we know there's no real Game Master as such. Can't wait to see what other bullshit they've fed people!

The new dynamic between them and Tengen is also pretty interesting. Cursed Spirit Manipulation seems absolute in terms of control, enough that it voided Kenjaku's binding vows with cursed spirits when he acquired Getou's body (assuming I'm remembering that part right, too sleepy to go reread Shibuya). But is Tengen still fundamentally Tengen, just not in control of herself and beholden to Kenjaku? Or is it some kind of permanent brainwashed state? Her personality seems unchanged in those brief exchanges at least. I'd like to see more of that, and I'm still hoping there will be a flashback to Kenjaku's history with Tengen.

Yuuji's dietary habits

When I saw this panel, I was not expecting the remaining death womb paintings to be on the menu, holy shit. I would've liked to have been a fly inside Yuuji's skull (or on a wall in the room whenever he and Chōsō first talked about this because the conversation we see clearly isn't the first) because...just, who came up with this, how did they come up with this, why did they think it was a good idea?

Granted, I do think it's a good (or at least a necessary) next step for Yuuji. I like that this is the direction the plot is taking for him, as opposed to him attaining Sukuna's cursed technique or something (assuming that doesn't pop up as a later development). But for Yuuji to resolve to do this and for Chōsō to agree imply some pretty dire things about their respective psyches and the level of desperation the protagonists seem to have reached, even with the newfound hope of actually unsealing Gojou.

Yuuji might not be attached to his siblings the way Chōsō is, but he's also the kind of person who values life for the sake of it. Even killing Eso and Kechizu weighed (weighs, most likely, just pushed to the background for now) on him heavily, and Chōsō's defining trait is his big brother complex. Going from that to this is sure something:

Their expressions are killing me; I am very normal about this.

Aside from these bits, I'm glad to see the Angel survived, but I'm disappointed that she's essentially out of action and won't even have a role once Gojou's free (please, Gege, let that go off without a hitch, let that man out). At least we now know the Angel and the other sorcerers can't switch hosts and why.

The brief Shouko PoV was interesting, and it's nice to see the students and their allies assembled; I am going to try and not think about how many of them will still be alive by the end of all this.

[loueale]

Calvin Klein CK Photo Richard Avedon Models Stacey McKenzie, Gabriel Zapata, Kenny Jossick, Theo Kogan, Vincent Gallo, Unknown, Kate Moss

[annoyinglyjovialbird]

Voltron: Next Generation

A Portentous Warning: II

Word Count: 3010

The weekly meeting with Curtis on Earth and the crew of the Coeus happened on the day the teens were covering the bridge. Kova and Allie rushed past the kitchen, where the adults were eating whatever Hunk and Cake managed to make. Down the hallway, past the sleeping quarters, past Shiro's room, and to the left, was the bridge through the only doorway to the right. Kova never broke her stride, reaching out to grab her podium. Allie hadn't bandaged Kova's hands, leaving them still bruised and bloodied. Caleb, who had walked in seconds earlier, turned his chair around as Allie walked past to sit in her chair. Kova looked up at Caleb's turning, seeing the lavender fabric in his hands. He tossed the bundle to her like a basketball, and Kova managed to catch it. She had managed to put it on and pull the sleeves down to cover her knuckles when Krolia turned around. 

"Kovalia," Krolia said, noticing the teen standing at her console. "I was wondering when you would come." 

"Sorry for keeping you waiting," Kova said. She leaned on her console, hiding her knuckles in the bend of her elbows as Krolia approached the podium. 

"Um, sorry," Liz said. She and Cake were gaping at the sight of the Galra. "When did we meet?" 

"Cap, you can't secrets from us," Cake whined, puppy dog eyes in full view.

"Your team?" Krolia asked, looking at Kova again. The teen had closed her eyes and furrowed her brows, hoping to ignore the other two members. 

"Yep." She opened her eyes. "We have something to ask you." 

"About cargo." Krolia placed a hand on her hip. "I recall. What is it and where is it going?" At that, the teen sucked in her lips and took a breath. 

"Vatos," Kova called. Krolia, confused, turned around at the toddler that had been coloring in the corner. His sheets of paper were in disarray, with crudely made crayons in his fists. When Kova said his name, the little boy looked up with a toothy smile. "Hi," Kova said, giving a little wave. Vatos waved his fist before returning to his scribbles. 

"No." Krolia was quick in her response. "Kovalia, I am not and will not become responsible for the child." 

"Please?" Kova pleaded. "We can't safely transport him without running into the Fire." Krolia sighed, looking at the little boy. Vatos had managed to draw a mess of yellow, red, green, blue, and black. He stood, walked over to Cake's console, and proudly held up the paper to show it to Cake. Cake fawned over the picture, telling Vatos what a great job he had done. Krolia closed her eyes in defeat. 

"Where is he going?" She asked, turning her head to face Kova. It didn't help that Kova was trying to hide a victorious smile. 

"Earth, if possible." 

"Not Altea?" 

"If the Emperor were to become aware of the war, he would order all available troops to prepare," Allie cut in. "All of our citizens would be rehomed, and travel to Earth for refuge. Altea won't be safe." 

"Like Daibazaal," Krolia said, her voice low. "Alright, I'll do it. But I expect something in return, Kovalia." 

"You have my word." Kova rolled her eyes, sending off a message to Kenny. Since Kenny had been in charge of the toddler, Kenny was also assigned to prep a bag in case the deal came through. "Kenny will bring the bag, and Vatos is all yours." 

"You're lucky I was already on my way here." Speak of the devil. The door opened up and quickly closed behind him, tossing the bag to Kova. Kova, in turn, tossed it to Krolia. "Hey, Grandma," Kenny said, waving. "Wait, Grandma?!" 

"Kenneth, correct?" Krolia asked Kova, swinging Vatos's bag over her shoulder. Kova nodded. Cake explained, as well as you could explain to a kid, that Krolia was going to take him somewhere safe. 

"Where Mommy is?" Vatos asked. Cake's smile faltered. Allie's shoulders sagged. Caleb didn't meet the little boy's eyes. Kova moved, descending the staircase to Cake's level, and sat down on the step. "Where's Mommy?" 

"Mommy will join you later," Kova said, smiling at the little boy. "But she wanted us to keep you safe. So that's what we're going to do. Is that okay?" After a tick, the little boy nodded. "Good. Krolia, the woman over there, is going to take you to Earth. One of my dads is going to take care of you when you get there. Okay?" 

"Okay." Another head nod from the little boy. "Will I be able to color on my way there?" Kova shrugged, picking up the little boy so he rested on her hip. 

"You're going to have to ask Krolia," Kova said. "But I think she will." Kova had leaned in to stage-whisper in his ear, causing the little boy to giggle. Kova approached Krolia, handing Vatos to her. The little boy wrapped his arms around Krolia's neck to look over her shoulder at Allie and Caleb. Allie gave a small little wave and touched her markings. Caleb smiled at the little boy, only staring at him. 

"Until next time, Kovalia," Krolia said on her way out, heading towards the emergency exit to the right of the doorway. 

"Until next time, Krolia," Kova said softly, crossing her arms. After a few minutes, the Coeus shook again, and an escape pod flew past their window. The teens watched the pod until it was unclear if they were looking at a ship or a star. 

"How long has Grandma been here?" Kenny exclaimed, finally unfreezing from his stance. 

"Not long." Kova turned around, hoping to end the conversation. "This isn't—"

"Is the first time she's been on the ship?" Kenny asked, staring at Kova with wide eyes. Kova pursed her lips. With a raised eyebrow, she waited until Kenny finished.

"No, this is not the first time she's been on the ship." Kova walked over and climbed the stairs one syllable at a time until she reached the floor. "No, she hasn't asked how the ship is running and who fixed it." Kova finally made it to her console, pushing Kenny aside. He stood with a gaping mouth and wide eyes. He was shocked. Anyone else would. 

"She probably thinks it was you," Kenny spoke at last. Kova did what she could to not roll her eyes. 

"I can't speak for other people's thoughts, Ken." 

"Everyone else would." With that, Kenny marched out. Kova looked after him. If it wasn't her shift. Kenny would have to wait. 

The day stretched into the next, where the teens switched off with the adults. Liz and Cake offered to teach Pidge and Hunk about the little upgrades they had managed to do with their spare time. They admitted it was mostly Kova, but they helped. 

Kova, on the other hand, stood in front of Kenny's door. Her long hair was tied in a ponytail. She wore her blue dress and leggings under her lavender sweater since her gray vest was given to Keith. She held only a tablet in her hands as she stared into the door. Liz, Cake, and Caleb were pulling out all the stops since Kenny decided to stay in his room today. With a deep breath, Kova knocked and opened the door. 

The room was dark, save only for a distant red light. Kenny had turned part of the closet into a  vertical garden. Kova wasn't sure if the plants were already here pre-launch, or if they were collected over their trip so far, but it was a mystery. Immediately to the right of the doorway, the door to the ensuite bathroom lay, also dark. Across from the door, a bundle of blankets lay on the bed. The door closed behind Kova as she approached. The only shifted when Kova sat on the corner closest to the pillow and the wall. Pulling an outermost blanket away, Kenny's head of brown hair appeared from the bundle. At least he was still here. 

"Ken," Kova said softly. "Kenny, look at me." 

"Go away." Kenny's voice was hoarse. "Go be perfect somewhere else." The mountain of sheets moved as Kenny tried to merge with the wall. 

"Kenny," Kova tried to say. 

"Kova this, Kova that." His voice was mocking. "'Why can't you be more like Kova?' 'If Kova weren't the Colonel's kid, I would've thought she was my grandkid.' 'Kova's everything everyone wants.' 'Kova is perfection." Kova hadn't said a word while Kenny mocked the comments. She almost jumped out of her skin when he turned his head to glare at her. "Why do you have to be so perfect for everyone?" He turned back around, almost slamming his head against the wall. Kova retracted her hand from the blanket, but she hadn't moved off the bed. As the blood that rushed in Kenny's ear calmed down, he noticed Kova had yet to make a sound. He turned around again, looking at her face. Those pretty amber eyes were downcast, filled with so much sadness and hurt, Kenny wished he could take his words back. 

"I wasn't perfect enough for them." Kova's voice held just as much sadness as her eyes. "I have to fight with that every day. It doesn't help that eyes are always on me." Kenny waited as Kova took a deep breath. "I'm the Colonel's kid. I'm a top student. I'm the jack of all trades. I don't' have time to wallow, to process my feelings. I wish I did." Kova's eyes moved from her lap to Kenny's. "I wish I could be invisible, to not be the center of attention, to not worry about failing."

"You wish you were me." Kenny finished her sentence. A rueful smile appeared on her face, nodding gently. 

"I wish I could do what you did." Kova continued before Kenny could say more. "You rebuilt, upgraded, and in some places, restored this massive outdated ship without anyone ever noticing." With a hesitant hand, Kova ruffled Kenny's messy hair. "Sam would be proud. So would Matt."

"What about Colleen?" Kova scoffed as she returned her hand to the tablet in her hand. 

"Colleen has always been proud of her grandkids, whether they became evil emperors, homebodies, or high-ranking soldiers." Kenny smiled, playfully glaring at Kova. He sat up in bed, pushing his glasses onto his nose. That was when he saw the tablet in Kova's hands. 

"What's that for?" He asked, pointing at the tablet. Kova looked down and smiled. 

"I was hoping you would watch some old videos with me." She looked up, holding the tablet in front of her chest. "From before." 

"Before?" Kenny asked, looking between the tablet and Kova. "Like, /before/ before? Before the Achlys?"

"Before everything." 

"Let's do it!" Kenny said, excited. He scooched over to leave some room for Kova, who leaned into his pillows uncomfortably. They were much too soft. The tablet turned on and Kova clicked on a video file hidden under a folder labeled 'KHK'. 

The first video opened with a dark screen, with muffled voices over it. At last, the camera opened to reveal a toddler. The little girl had short black hair with a little ponytail on top of her head, held in place by a red hair clip. The toddler had big light brown eyes, with her tongue intermittently darting in and out of her mouth. As the camera zoomed out, more of the toddler's outfit was revealed. She wore a long-sleeved red shirt with a bow in the middle and ladybugs where her pockets would be, and a pair of light gray pants covered in little ladybugs and red shoes tap shoes. Her playful smile at the camera quickly turned into giggles as someone behind the camera bounced their dark pants-covered leg up and down. The toddler turned her attention from the camera to whoever was there. 

"Klance!" She shouted happily, squealing. 

"How come you're 'Klance', but I'm 'Unatt'?" Matt said off-screen. The little toddler turned her head to presumably Matt with a smile. 

"Untt!" The camera zoomed out further until the backs of Lance and Matt's heads could be seen. Lance had thrown his head back in laughter. The toddler, now assumed to be Kova, giggled again. 

"At least you're 'Untt' now." Lance was holding little Kova, bouncing her on his leg. 

"Be careful, Uncle Lance." The camera turned, giving a full view of what was the Kogane family home. With a turn of his head and across a floor shift, Lance looked at the dining table, where Kenny met his eyes. "TJ is gonna get really mad if you drop her." 

"I know, Ken," Lance replied, grabbing little Kova's waist and holding her above his head. "She's just a little daredevil." 

"She wouldn't be if you left her alone." The camera turned, flying over the armrest to focus on Pidge. She wore a long-sleeved green shirt, hands planted on the kitchen counter. Her eyes, matching the toddlers, were hard. 

"Sorry, Pidge," Matt said, and the camera flew to the other side of the room. "But if she weren't a little daring, she wouldn't be walking, talking, or potty-trained." 

"Yeah, Pidge," Lance said, finally lowering the little girl. She sat down on his lap, facing where the TV would've been. Matt handed her a stuffed ladybug, which she gladly accepted. "Pretty soon, little Kyla will be riding a bike into town." 

Before Pidge could respond, a giant wolf appeared in front of the couch. Lance, who had been reclining, sat up to secure a hold on the toddler. Matt nearly jumped onto the couch. Kyla, with the black and blue wolf only inches from her face, screamed. The wolf's bright yellow eyes turned to face the screaming child, approaching her to sniff. As Kyla calmed down, about to reach out to pet the wolf, it disappeared. After the moment of shock passed, Kyla was lifted again to stand on Uncle Lance's lap. 

"That was Kosmo," Matt said, coming down from the couch. 

"Y'know what that means, Ky?" Uncle Lance smiled up at the little girl, who smiled back. "Daddy's home!" 

"Daddy!" 

Behind the couch, the front door opened. Keith, muttering something was wrong with the wolf, walked into his home. He wore his Blade of Marmora suit, recognizing him as a high-ranking member. 

"Daddy!" Kyla exclaimed, bouncing up and down. "Daddy! Daddy!" 

"Hey, Lance," Keith greeted, finally seeing the child. "I didn't know you had a kid." Both Lance and Matt looked at each other, then at Pidge, who was trying to blend in with the fridge. That was when TJ emerged from the hallway leading to the bedrooms. 

"Dad!" He all but shouted. TJ's hair was shorter, cropped at the nape. He wore a familiar red and white jacket over a forest green shirt and black pants. TJ, with arms outstretched, walked towards Keith, who did the same. As Keith let go of his oldest, he walked past his second and ruffled his hair on his way to the counter to finally see his wife. It was quick. It could've been missed. Little Kenny, still sitting at the dining table, passed a note to TJ as he took a seat. TJ's smile fell as he read the note. He looked up to meet Kenny's eyes and Kenny gave a quick nod. 

"Hey, Uncle Lance?" Kenny said, a little too loud for an inside voice. "Does Kyla need to go to the bathroom?" 

"I don't know, Ken." Lance caught on quick, meeting the little girl's eyes. "Kyla, do you need to go to the bathroom?" She shook her head. "Are you hungry?" She shook her head again. "Are you tired?" At that, she nodded her head. A yawn followed, and Kyla started rubbing her eyes. 

"I'll take her to bed," TJ said, standing up from his chair. "She's our little sister, anyway." Keith looked up at his son, watched him pick up the little girl dressed in red, and walk deeper into the house. Keith stared at Pidge, who had only closed her eyes. Kenny silently slid out of his chair, walked to the couch, and sat in between Lance and Matt. He was staring right at the camera. 

"So," Kenny said. "What's the camera's name?" Both Lance and Matt now stared directly at the camera. 

"Chad?"

"Why?" Lance asked, staring at Matt. "How about Buddy?" The camera did something, earning Lance's attention. For a brief second, the lens turned colors before returning to normal. Lance smiled. "Buddy it is, I guess." 

"Okay, Buddy," Kenny said, and the camera deactivated. 

Kova paused the video before it could continue. She looked up at Kenny, now fifteen years older than the video. He pushed his glasses up as he stared at the dark screen.

"I, uh, didn't know Buddy's deactivation phrase," Kenny said, laughing. "But it was boring afterward anyway. TJ came back out after putting you down and admired the camera. It wasn't until he realized that the camera could've captured an unflattering angle when he asked if it was on." 

"Uncle Matt talked you through it, right?"

"Yeah." He smiled at the memory. "I was the only one who knew the phrase, besides you."

"I remembered." She smiled, too. "I always turned it on whenever something was happening. And if I didn't turn it on, Pops or Dad did." 

"Who made the video?" Kenny reached his hand out to Kova, who handed over the tablet. "There's, like, an hour and a half left." 

"Probably Pops." Kova shrugged. "Maybe it was Buddy. I just know that the video has been under my file for years and has only grown." Kova stood, stretching her arms. 

"Thanks for that, Ky," Kenny said. Kova froze mid-stretch. "I really needed that."

"What? The memory?" 

"The before." 

Kova smiled, holding her hand out. Kenny handed her the tablet, watching as she turned and walked towards the door. No words were said between the two, but the nostalgia hit them all the same.

[b0rtney]

ANNOUNCEMENT!!

SO who remembers the good ol days when ur homegirl posted 3x a week-- mlm mondays, wlw wednesdays, and whatever tf i want fridays? anyone?? ahaha

IT IS VERY NEARLY THAT TIME AGAIN

or uh,,,, a version of that....... ok what im getting at is that i am far enough ahead on some of my projects that i can begin to post 2x a week!! so mondays yall get my current work-- “bring me home (i promise)” -- and NOW, on fridays, yall ALSO get some of my south park content!! :DDDDDD

this friday, i’ll be posting a shorter work in a post-apocolypse au that came to me in a super vivid dream (thats right, my brain gave me another fanfiction dream lmaoo), and after that i’ll be posting from that one south park work i keep giving yall daily fanfic quotes for-- and that boi BIG (50k+, which is kinda rare for me,,, esp bc im nowhere near done lmao)

so stay tuned for monday and friday updates! and remember to scream at me in the comments, nothing brings me more joy! :DDD

[capneatdrawsleeprepeat]

Batch of requests from ig done

Closeups vvv

[rheesus]

if anyone wants to request an imagine,

go ahead, requests are open!

[chamberofplants]

Me: *sees favourite fictional character*

Me: ugh I love him/her so much it makes me want to die

Friend: .. w why

Me: not like die in a bad way,, like die in a good way

[princessmahogany]

Preview of my Princess Allura Galaxy Freckles Makeup Tutorial!

You can watch the full video here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GuaCTxIPOig

[whotookquiche]

Voltron where everything is the same, except the paladins are the south park boys pt 2

[stylonic1]

Exclusieve babykleding

Het heeft de afgelopen maanden problemen gehad met het identificeren van overtollige voorraden en overliggelden. Daarvóór zag het echter schaalvoordelen met stijgende randen bij de bruto-netto-inkomsten, het inkomen vóór rente, accijnzen, devaluatie en amortisatie (EBITDA) en de netto-inkomsten.

Meer dynamische klanten en particulieren van Kogan stellen het bedrijf in staat om een ​​groter aantal van hun artikelen en administraties aan hen aan te bieden. Elke klant kan belangrijker blijken te zijn.Kogan vertelde de markt onlangs hoe het in FY21 handelde.

 Het zei dat de netto-deals zich met 52,5% ontwikkelden en de nettowinst met 61% steeg. Schaalvoordelen zullen waarschijnlijk in de komende jaren worden gevoeld, aangezien het bedrijf niet www.stylonic.nl  langer wordt geconfronteerd met de voorraadproblemen. De gewijzigde EBITDA van het lopende jaar is zojuist met 23,1% gestegen. Toch stegen dynamische klanten met 46% tot 3,21 miljoen voor Kogan.com, met 764.000 voor Mighty Ape.

Het ASX-aandeel zei dat "de inspanningen om de voorraad te verminderen een extreem lange weg hebben afgelegd, en de voorraad beweegt zich naar het juiste niveau voor het bedrijf. De organisatie verwacht dat de verdere ontwikkeling van de effectiviteit doorgaat."

Met de naam Bean Wear, benadrukt de kledinglijn dingen, bijvoorbeeld geribbelde katoenen sets, wollige jassen, joggers en mutsen voor baby's van zes en twee jaar oud.In een Instagram-bericht deelde de entertainer hoe ze deze kledinglijn in het kielzog had gemaakt van het vechten om kledingstukken te ontdekken die aangenaam waren voor speeltijd. "Ik zou je liever kennis laten maken met @bean.wear.

 Ik begon BeanWear na mijn Beanie Pie. Ik dacht vaak dat het een poging was om aangename en bijpassende sets te ontdekken voor haar om te spelen en uit te gaan", schreef ze op Instagram .Er is tegenwoordig een gigantisch aanbod aan babykleding. De tijd van het bezoeken van overvolle winkelcentra om de ideale outfit te kiezen, is in ieder geval voorbij. Tegenwoordig wordt winkelen op internet gedaan en alles bij elkaar genomen. Op internet kun je heel veel kinderkleding ontdekken, aanzienlijk meer dan in winkels. Alles bij elkaar genomen hebben high-road winkels allemaal hun eigen online winkels gemaakt om relevant te blijven, maar het probleem is dat hun kleding nog steeds overdreven duur is en de opmerkelijke retailers vallen regelmatig in deze classificatie.

[annoyinglyjovialbird]

Voltron: Next Generation

A Portentous Warning: III

Word Count: 2979

A/N: Season 1 finale! 

The darkness of the room was lightened by the hallway lights outside the door. A dark head of hair brushed back behind their head, reflected the lights overhead. Whether the shininess was from oil or gel, it was hard to tell. Here's where the differences came. 

One wore a black and white vest, with their long hair in a ponytail. The other dark head wore dark plated armor, with their hair not reaching longer than the nape of their neck. The person wearing the vest walked past gray and white walls, heading towards an elevator that led to the main floor. As the doors opened, the person who wore the dark plated armor strode forward. As he walked past underlings, they stiffened, some biting their lips and closing their eyes to hide their fear. 

The doors to the bridge opened, and the man wearing the vest walked into the bridge, descending the staircase to the right to look out the large windows. The teens in the chairs didn't flinch. They ignored Keith as he walked past. Keith stared out into the darkness past the glass. The space was infinite and cold. 

If only they had known that father and son were looking at the same star.

"Keith, are you okay?" The voice was distant, far away from anything in Keith's mind. 

Kova stared at the man with a confused expression. Maybe she was also indignant that she had been ignored. The other teens looked up as Keith didn't answer. 

"Allura forbid," Kova muttered. 

"Keith. Keith!" Caleb said, hoping to get the man's attention. 

"No one get up," Kova said, moving from her console. "I got it." 

Keith didn't notice the footsteps, made purposefully loud. He didn't feel the presence of another person. Until a hand touched his shoulder. His body reacted before his mind caught up. Grabbing the other person's hand and twisting it behind their back, Keith tried pushing the person to the ground. Instead, Keith felt himself being lifted until his back met the floor and he was staring at the ceiling. Has that weird discolored plate always been there?

"I did nothing!" Kova yelled, holding her hands up in surrender. Heavier steps walked over to Keith, seeing Shiro's towering form. 

"Keith," Shiro said, letting his robotic arm push Kova back towards her console. "Are you alright?" 

"What happened?" 

"Kova flipped you." Caleb was helpful at least. It seemed that Shiro didn't appreciate it as he turned his head to glare at the teen. 

"He started it!" Cake yelled, standing from his console. 

"Who started what?" Hunk asked, coming into the bridge. The room descended into chaos. Pidge argued with Liz and Cake, Hunk was asking Allie what had happened, Caleb was just shouting over everyone, and Kova and Shiro had matching expressions. Reaching a human hand out to Keith, Shiro stood the man up and turned to his daughter. Her face was the definition of 'May I?' and Shiro nodded his approval after a survey of the room. 

"QUIET!" Kova yelled, louder than necessary, but effective nonetheless. The arguing ceased and Shiro's robotic arm had flown over to Caleb, covering his face completely. After a sigh, Kova looked at the struggling Caleb. "If you stop struggling, you'll get the hand off your face." After some more indignant struggling, Caleb finally relaxed in his chair. 

"You're loud." Hunk stated. 

"I took singing lessons." Kova looked at the chaotic bridge. "Right. So... we're going to go train in our Lions, and we'll figure out the rest from there." The adults tried to voice their opinions, but the teens were already filing out. 

Hunk took a seat in Cake's chair, using his bent arm as chinrest. Pidge reluctantly sat down in Liz's chair, watching as Keith walked to Caleb's chair. Shiro sighed, making his way to Kova's console. The Lions filed out in backward order: 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Or Blue, Yellow, Green, Red, and Black. When the Lions were in the air and flew in front of the Coeus's large windows, Kenny finally woke up from his quick nap. 

"Oh," Kenny said, yawning his way through. "We're doing that today." 

"Send the file to my console," Kova said over the intercom. Through yawns and stretches, Kenny complied. Shiro received a file aptly named, 'TRAINING FILE'. Sharing it to the main screen, Shiro pressed something to open the file code. Strings of random letters, numbers, and symbols were written across the screen, undesirable for the Colonel. 

"Press the green button to launch the file and we'll be—" Kova said, getting interrupted 

"Who, when, where, and why?" Pidge exclaimed. "This is super complicated!" 

"Which teen?" Hunk asked, looking over the code as it scrolled by. "I don't know much about programming and it's been a while since I've stared it in the face, but," He let out a low whistle. "Whoever made this deserves a cookie. Maybe a cake." 

"I think Kova likes cookies and cream cake," Kenny said, voice muffled by something. How were the teens supposed to know he was stuffing his face with leftovers. "Before you ask how I know it's Kova, it's called she is perfection personified." 

Out in her Lion, Kova groaned, leaning her head back. 'Perfection personified'? Oh, boy. 

"Are we private from the Coeus?" Allie asked, and with Kova likely out of commission, Liz checked. 

"We're clear to rant." Liz leaned back without letting go of the controls. The other teens sighed in relief, chatting among themselves. Liz ranted about Pidge being super intrusive and petty. When they moved from Pidge to Keith, Allie said nothing bad about the man. She didn't say anything good either. In fact, she said nothing at all. 

"Kova," Allie said, silencing everyone. "Are you okay?" 

"I'm sure she's fine, Al," Caleb said. "She is 'perfection personified'."

"I'm not sure it's being interpreted the same way," Allie said. Kova sat up at the words. 

"What do you mean by that?" Liz asked. 

"Well, it sounds like a compliment, but it doesn't feel like a compliment." 

"And she's right," Cake spoke up. "Remember when she got really torn up about the chem test?" 

"Oh, yeah," Caleb said, looking off to the distance. "And the surprise pilot test." 

"DIdn't you guys redo that one?" Liz. 

"Yeah." Caleb stretched in his seat. "We still passed, but we felt better about it." 

"Coeus to Lions," Shiro's booming voice came over their earpieces. "Training file is launching in 3, 2, 1, launch." 

Each of the Lions received a different screen, explaining the long code. It took a second to recognize what happened, but it was made clear when the inner cameras appeared onscreen. The Blue Lion was on a frozen tundra, the Yellow Lion was in a howling desert, the Green Lion was in a rainforest, and the Red Lion was on an island. The Black Lion's screen didn't seem to change, still staring out into dark space, and Shiro thought that the file had malfunctioned or maybe Kenny sent the wrong version. 

"Alright, Paladins," Kenny said, watching from the massive screen down in the engine room. "Each of you has received a custom training simulation based on your individual strengths and weaknesses. Locate the green exclamation point to begin your simulation. Oh, and, uh, good luck Paladins." 

The simulations were created to spread the Lions apart from each other to prevent them from hurting the other. Everything else Kenny said was true. 

For Allie and Blue, the tundra was a thick layer of ice on top of a large body of water. The green exclamation point gave her the mission of stopping an oil rig in the middle of the tundra, risking an oil spill in the clear, undisturbed water. 

For Cake and Yellow, the howling desert's exclamation point gave him the mission of getting up close and personal with a town slowly being sucked under the sand. 

For Liz and Green, the rainforest exclamation point revealed that farmers were cutting down trees to make way for their crops, driving the natives that lived there already. 

For Caleb and Red, the island's exclamation point explained that a volcano on the island was set to erupt and Red had to follow the directions of a long-time resident because he was the only one who spoke both the native language of the island and English. 

For Kova and Black, it hit a little too close to home. All Kova had to do was fly out for a few miles and down. The orange and white wreck was in flames, on the verge of explosion. Her mission was to assist the pilots onboard to escape pods. Kova had seen the ship in perfect condition too many times. It was the Achlys, and the pilots onboard would represent Keith, Pidge, Hunk, and Uncle Lance.

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Vhix scoffed as he looked at the screen. Yorak had managed to hack into the Coeus's most recently opened file. The Lions were all out and exposed, and according to the training simulations in front of them, they were very distracted. 

"She'll be playin as you," Vhix said with a smile, looking at his brother. Yorak didn't smile, didn't acknowledge Vhix, didn't even seem interested in a discussion with him. Yorak had been made a makeshift throne, made of cut black stone from the deepest parts of the Nether Region in sector IV. 

"We can take the Black Paladin now." Vhix held himself up on one of the armrests, leaning over the Emperor. "Why wait to grab her?" A second, then a minute of silence passed before Yorak slowly turned his head to Vhix. 

"Are you telling me what I want to hear or are you finally expressing your free thoughts?" Yorak asked, voice low. Vhix stood, hoping to shake off the chills that ran down his spine. He returned his eyes to the screen, showing the Paladins struggling with their missions. Yorak did the same after staring at the side of Vhix's head for a few seconds. 

"Hack further into the code," Yorak ordered to a shaking underling. "Ensure the blanks are real people." The underling bowed their head and returned to work, furiously typing away. As the underling highlighted and deleted the strings of code that indicated the blanks' appearance, an alarm rang. 

Every screen on Yorak's bridge had begun to turn red, flashing a warning sign over the middle of the screen. Every screen turned red, including the main one that had been used to look at the Paladins' progress through their Lions. 

"What. Is. Happening." Yorak demanded, watching the screens now turning from red to black. As the main screen deactivated itself, Yorak and Vhix didn't have time to react. 

The Yellow Lion had headbutted them straight-on.

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"Great job, Yellow!" Kova yelled, flying under the ship. "Fall back and assist." 

"Roger that!" Cake said, moving Yellow away from the cracked glass. With a motion forward, Yellow joined Green in making long, deep scratches on the side of the ship, hoping to block off the escape pods. 

Red and Blue hoped to do the same but were unlucky enough to receive the first few blows from smaller ships. With Blue's laser tail and Red's jaw blade, the three smaller ships imploded on themselves. 

"Teleduv at 39% power, Paladins," Kenny said over the comms. The Black Lion had turned itself horizontally to make the best use of its dual-bladed jaw blade. It did almost run its wings into an engine, but likelihood said the engine was likely to become destroyed. Rationality said 'Don't quiznacking die'. As Black emerged from the underside of the massive ship, Kova flew straight up. With Red and Green to her right and left respectively, and Blue and Yellow to Red's right and to Green's left, Kova said the magic words. 

"Form Voltron!" 

"Yeah!" 

The giant robot towered over Yorak's ship. Onboard, the alarms had begun to sound. Two servants had come to whisk Yorak and Vhix away, hoping to catch an escape pod. How were they to know the ones normally used were destroyed or blocked? Yorak had raised a hand to one of the servants when he was violently thrown off his feet. Voltron did the football player move again. Tackle and push. Grabbing Vhix by the collar, Yorak ran to the other side of the ship, where the smaller combat ships were located. It would be cramped but better than dying today. 

With one last push, Voltron let go of the massive ship, watching it float away. At the same time, Cake inserted the Yellow bayard into the port, with an array of matching sparks. With the insertion, a yellow-plated shoulder cannon appeared on Voltron's shoulder. Taking aim, Cake fired. The recoil sent Voltron back a few feet, but what're a few feet in space? 

"Teleduv at 89% power, Paladins," Kenny called again, warning the teens. Voltron wouldn't be able to watch the destruction then, as they turned away from the incoming explosion to fly back to the Coeus. Shiro, to his credit, managed to snap a picture of Voltron flying away from the explosion as it happened. The teens sure do know how to angle. 

"Teleduv at 97% power," Kenny warned one more time. "Prepare for teleduv travel." Shiro hung onto the banister while the others put on the provided seatbelts. 

The wormhole opened and the Coeus pushed itself through. Voltron wasn't far behind, hanging onto the tail end of the Coeus. 

Within the hour, the teens were cheering, polishing their armor, and reviewing what they would say. Allie was running her hands on the gravel underneath her feet to calm her down. Liz was on the verge of squealing in excitement, shaking her fists with her helmet in her lap. Cake was speaking slowly to make sure all the words came out of his mouth correctly. Kova was working with Kenny to set up the bridge drone to record and broadcast their message while simultaneously brushing her hair and braiding it. Caleb was snapping pictures of the team, sitting around excitedly. 

"I give up," Kova said. "Allura!" Kova made her way over to Allie, who was sitting on a log. How Kova could plop herself down on the gravel, was a true mystery. "Braid my hair." Demanding brat. Allie relented, taking Kova's dark hair and braiding her long bangs back in a side french braid ponytail. At least, that's what Allie thought it was called. Why couldn't all the countries on Earth be one united clump like their landmasses show them to be? 

"Alright, get in positions, everyone!" Kenny yelled. "We're ready to telecast."

"One more minute!" Kova yelled back. Allie muttered something under her breath. "Two more minutes!" 

"You get five because you haven't cleaned your armor yet." 

"Are you calling me dirty?" 

"I ain't calling you clean!" Kenny walked away just as Caleb walked up to Allie and Kova. 

"Is my hair good?" Caleb asked, crouching down to be eye-level with Kova. 

"I don't know," Kova said. Her eyes were closed, but a quick peek at Caleb was all she needed. "But your hair would be called 'Rat's Nest Chic'." 

"What are you going to do about it?" 

"Me? Nothing. Dad, on the other hand," Kova trailed off as Shiro appeared like a menacing villain behind Caleb, holding a brush in his human hand. While Caleb tried and failed to run away from Shiro and the threatening brush, Allie finished the braid and started helping Kova clean her armor. Kova did the same for Allie when the five minutes were up. 

The Paladins stood in a line in descending order. Far behind them, the Lions were sitting proudly. With two stomps on the gravel ground, the teens stood straight and at attention. Behind the drone, Kenny held up his hand. Telecast started in five, four, three, two...

"My name is Kovalia Shirogane, and I am the Paladin of the Black Lion and leader of Voltron." Kova was confident, with her arms crossed behind her. The other teens had followed suit. "My team and I have been training relentlessly on the looming threat. With war on the horizon, we decided to announce Voltron's return to the universe as a united front. Yorak and his minions will have you believe we have hidden in fear rather than confront him directly. Earlier today, we proved him wrong." Behind the scenes, Kenny uploaded the footage of the earlier attack. "With a virus disguised as a training simulation designed by our engineer, we managed to attack and destroy the largest ship in Yorak's fleet. After defeating him today, we returned here, to Moilea. Voltron has never backed down from a fight, from a war, or the right side of peace. Myself, and my team," The teens spread further apart from each other to make themselves better seen by the camera when Kenny gave the signal. "Are prepared to take on any and every challenge thrown our way. I, Kova, am a second-generation half-Galra. My brother, Caleb Shirogane, and Paladin of the Red Lion is human. Paladin of the Green Lion, Eliza Griffin, is human as well. Issako Garrett, Paladin of the Yellow Lion, is a first-generation half-Balmeran. Allura Smythe, Paladin of the Blue Lion, is Altean. Together, we can not only unite the galaxy," As Kova spoke the teens reached down to grab their helmets, to either hold them in their hands or hold them between their hips and arms. "We can rid the world of doubts in the coming war." She turned her head to Caleb, who handed her the helmet for the Black Paladin suit. "Your move, Yorak," Kova said with a smile, with the teens looking at the camera as it zoomed out to show the teens and the Lions in the same frame. 

With that and the setting sun over the Black Lion's head, the telecast ended.