New headcanon:

Blaytz was a flirt. He flirted with guys, girls, Coran, and anyone in-between.

He also quickly discovered that flirting with Zarkon left the Galran horribly embarrassed and flustered. Needless to say, he did it all the time. It drove Zarkon mad, but the other paladins found it hilarious.

New headcanon:

Zarkon was very nearly late to his own wedding because Zarkon, warrior emperor of Daibazaal, panicked.

He was just fine until he started overthinking things. Blaytz was little to no help, but Alfor, having gone through this, was alright.

“What if she changes her mind?”

“Heh, sucks for you.”

“Blaytz, stop. Zarkon, she isn’t going to change her mind.”

“Does she want kids? Can we have kids? WHAT IF SHE WANTS KIDS?”

“Heavens, please no, mini Zarkons?”

“Blaytz, stop. Zarkon, don’t worry about that right now, it’s fine, okay?”

“Maybe this is a bad idea.”

“Well, maybe-”

“BLAYTZ, STOP. Zarkon. It is going to be fine.”

Things turned out alright in the end, but Alfor and Blaytz will never ever let him live his panicking down.

Happy New Year!

As a gift to ring in 2018, have some Modern AU headcanons of the OG Paladins on New Year’s!

Alfor is the most excited and optimistic for the new year. He and his wife are sickeningly sweet and all hugs and kisses as the clock strikes twelve. He’s the one that raises a super sappy toast to friendship and the new year.

Blaytz brought the alcohol, of course. If he’s dating (the Galra servant) then he will be super romantic. Otherwise he’ll be around flirting, but also happy to spend time with his friends.

Zarkon and Honerva are pretty awkward but also somewhat cutely romantic? He ends up saying something formal yet oddly sappy as well, much to Alfor’s delight.

Gyrgan has one of those noise-makers and he uses it for sure. He brought his kids (and the small grandchildren) to celebrate with them. He made the food, and he also ends up mixing drinks most likely.

Trigel is the one that actually led the countdown, don’t let her fool you. She is also the one to insist that everyone share resolution.

All in all they’d be a huge big lovely family celebrating the new year.

Happy New Year everyone! ❤

New headcanon:

Zarkon is the original Space Dad.

Really, that’s only to say that he’s the constantly exasperated “Dad” of Blaytz and Alfor, particularly Alfor. If you organise all of them as a family, Alfor is the baby of the family and probably always needs a babysitter if they want to guarantee he won’t die. Blaytz is the cool older brother who is also a bit of a disaster. Trigel is basically Space Mom, but she doesn’t so much as work with Zarkon to parent the two youngest as parent all three of them. Gyrgan is the cool Space Granddad, even if he’d really resent that because, as he insists, he’s not that old. He’s super snarky, too, but he keeps an eye on all of them if he can. 

And, of course, Coran is still there and basically part of the family, but instead of the cool Space Uncle he is to the modern paladins, he’s basically Alfor’s equally disastrous twin.

New headcanon:

There is a reason they are called the paladins of Voltron instead of literally anything else.

Zarkon was the one who first started calling them this. The others just went along with it. They didn’t connect any dots until the next time they played Monsters and Mana together.

“I will be a paladin,” says Zarkon, as per usual, because he is always a paladin.

“But you’re already a paladin in real life!” Coran starts to protest.

Silence, as everyone realises exactly why Zarkon, and in fact the rest of them, are paladins in real life.

Alfor, who is typically a mage, is understandably the most upset by this: “You mean we could have been the mages of Voltron!? And you chose paladin!?”

Nevertheless, it is too late and paladin sticks and no one outside their circle ever has to know that it was inspired by Monsters and Mana.

New headcanon:

Out of all of the old paladins, Alfor and Blaytz were by far the most touchy-feely. I mean, yeah, Gyrgan likes hugs and offers them whenever, but Alfor and Blaytz are a whole different level.

Finding a moment where Blaytz isn’t physically attached to at least one of the others is incredibly rare. He’s pretty much always got an arm slung over someone’s shoulders or something similar.

Alfor will just randomly surprise people by latching onto them with no warning or reason. Also, if there isn’t somewhere to sit (and even if there is sometimes), he’ll just sit on someone (typically Blaytz honestly). The first time he did this to Zarkon, the emperor literally threw him across the room.

That didn’t actually stop Alfor, of course, but it was pretty amusing.

Here’s a preview for one of my fics in Long Live the Emperor ( @zarkonzine ), which will be available to download, free of charge, on Feb 1. There is no Zarkon in this preview, but trust me, he’s in the story!

“Something’s there,” said Keith.

Regris ran another quick scan, then checked and double-checked the console. “You think? No readings.”

Keith shook his head. “No, which is why I think there’s something there.”

Regris reflected on this, before nodding. “I see what you mean.”              

It wasn’t nothing that had brought them there. They had detected faint signals indicating Galra activity in this quadrant. There was no known reason for the Empire to send ships through this region. There were no charted Galra installations or settlements within this star system. The orange-red star at its center reigned over seven seemingly uninhabited planets.

Uninhabited, but not without signs of civilization. A more intense sweep of the system revealed what appeared to be a derelict space station. It was an old structure, orbiting the fifth planet’s largest moon. A preliminary scan indicated that its external design wasn’t consistent with Galra technology, but couldn’t identify what civilization had constructed it. To all appearances, it had been abandoned long ago, its hull battered, its lights gone dark.

“Should we go in closer, then?” Regris was preparing to do just that, making the necessary calculations at the helm of their small cruiser.

Keith was about to agree, when he felt coldness gather between his shoulder blades, rising up into his neck. “Wait. Can you do another scan?”

“For what?”

“I don’t know.” Keith’s instinctive caution was too vague for him to be more precise. “For anything dangerous.”

“Anything it is,” said Regris, fingers moving nimbly over the controls. “Let’s see, computer, do we have anything for Keith—? Ah.”

“What is it?” Keith demanded when Regris broke off.

“Mines. Ghost mines, which is why they didn’t show up on the basic scan. If we’d gone straight ahead— That wouldn’t have ended well.”

Keith scowled. The Empire wouldn’t waste ghost mines on nothing. “Let’s go in.”

“Charting a course around the mines.”

The course was not an easy one, maintaining stealth while avoiding the deadly mines. Keith half expected enemy ships to appear at any moment, but none arrived. The base might have been more than it seemed, but it was apparently abandoned. What was being hidden here, and who was it hidden from? No secure Galra installation would be left unmanned like this. It was as if the secret of it was so deep, it was hidden from even the Empire.

Some Zarkon doodles I drew while playing around on my tablet. I wanted to experience Zarkon with fluffy ears.