and i couldn’t remember it – reckless & terribly gay

autisticvoltronld:

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autisticvoltronld:

I have this headcanon that the Lions communicate to their pilots in different ways.

The lions have their essence, and that drives their personality. It also drives the bond with their pilot. They need to be compatible. Which is why it’s not that a lion and a different pilot cannot communicate, it’s just that it comes across as very jarring when you’re used to a certain kind of communication.

The Blue Lion, friendlest of all, makes suggestions.

“Why not try the ice cannon?”
“Want to go faster? Hit the booster!”
“Hey, now might be a good time for escaping.”

The Green Lion, eternally curious, asks questions.

“What do you think is on that planet?”
“Is that an invisibility cloak? Are you going to install it in my hardware?”
“When are we leaving? How much fuel does Voltron have stored?”

The terse, quick and temperamental Red Lion makes demands.

“Activate my gun.”
“Shoot those sentinels.”
“Get inside faster. I’m getting us out of here.”

The patient, steady Yellow Lion makes statements. Beautful, strange, obvious statements.

“That’s an asteroid.”
“We’re in space.”
“Fuel is almost gone.”

The Black Lion, leader of the rest, makes acknowledgements.

“You did well with that use of the shield.”
“Thank you for saving Lance, he was in trouble.”
“Everything will be all right, Shiro.”

“That’s an asteroid.”

I now picture the yellow lion doing this with every asteroid.

Yellow: That’s an asteroid

Hunk: Dude, I know.

Yellow: That asteroid looks like a potato

Hunk: Bruh. Agreed.

Yellow: That nebula is red

Hunk: I know, right? Beautiful.