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Being one of the poor souls that was on the Kerberos mission, Phoebe was taken prisoner by the Galra Empire. After a year of torture and fighting for her life, the brave...
I remember that day like it was yesterday... The day I lost everything... my home, my planet, my family, and the peaceful future I was hoping to have....
And it was all...
*Discontinued*
A Voltron reader insert / KeithXReader
Future edit:
Why are you guys still reading this???? I haven't been on this app in so long. I apologize for this ho...
Sam is the most promising swordsman among this year’s crop of Paladin trainees...and knows it. Brash, cocky, and unbeatable with a sword (well, almost), Sam is the kingd...
This story is an au. It is in a universe where Voltron never happened and pidge is just your average high schooler. But, not to you... to you pidge is perfect. Or at lea...
Voltron: Legendary Defenders Fanfic, Keith x OC
Kanna Sendai was a half human, half Endari bounty hunter who found the white lion while on a job. After joining the palad...
You and Keith were a couple while in the Garrison until he got you kicked out during the year your brother, Shiro, was declared missing. One year later, you're outside l...
𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵. 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗿.
''you said you gotta be up in the mornin'
gonna have an early night
and you're startin' to bore me, baby
why'd you only c...
*Sequel to Paladin*
The kingdom of Thule stands on the brink of civil war between two armies -- the Paladins and the Uriel -- each claiming the right to serve as Thule...
The team captures a Galran who seems to be linked to Zarkon's high command, they intend to get information from him on the Galra plans. Lance, of course, is the first to...
Keith has been thrown out of the red lion during a fight. Shiro takes the wounded lion back to the castle and team Voltron wormholes away, not knowing that they have lef...
Lance has a huge secret that got #exposed by someone. Every one hates him in school even his teachers think he's an asshole. His parents are homophobic and overly strict...
He felt pathetic. He felt worthless. His fellow paladins had no idea how much their words hurt Lance until he was gone. ........
(Not a one shot book)
ps the art cover i...
[COMPLETED]
basically just lance, keith, hunk, pidge, shiro, allura and coran in a group chat talking about random shit
disclaimer: i do not own voltron or any of the ch...
A collection of original, adorable, and emotional Mileven moments I envisioned, that occur before other unknown villains and monsters from season 3 interfere with their...
What does it feel like? For people to actually care about you? To actually make sure that you're okay? Lance has forgotten that feeling, ever since team voltron had been...
This is a book of one shots for angst and sick/ hurt fics
All ships Klance
All about Keith
Requests open some stores will be from the show just with a little Klance spi...
(Y/N) was just a simple 17 year old girl who had lost her parents when she was young. All she had left was her brother, and after he disappeared, she didn't really know...
Including:
Keith
Pidge
Shiro
Hunk
And
Lance
Okay, there a couple things you should know
Y\n= your name
E\c= eye color
L\n= last name
F\c= favorite color
H\c= hair color
H\l= hair length
F\f= favorite food
Okay, I...

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© The Estate of David Chethlahe Paladin All Rights Reserved
David Chethlahe Paladin’s visionary art contains ancient and archetypal symbolism less centered in his Navajo cultural roots, but more from a universal source of mystical knowledge. It is as if a tribal shaman, freed from the boundaries of a limited belief system and its familiar symbols suddenly was to become aware of a cosmic knowledge so powerful as to speak to the universal experience of humankind.
David Paladin was loved and respected by those who collected his art and those who knew him as a multi-faceted compassionate man. About the Artist drop down tabs contain collectors’ comments and a tribute to the artist; comments about the art by an art critic; and David’s comments about his art . Each topic is liberally sprinkled with David’s visionary art.
In addition to the Fine Art and Print Galleries I’ve included the Saga Card tab to give you a sense of David’s early art style from the 1960’s with his illustration of Navajo creation legends.
The Shamanic tab includes stories from David about a Tarahumara vision drum , and the Tarahumara shamanic initiation vision he experienced. David preferred to paint, rather than write so these stories are a glimpse into his personally written recollections. Also, there is a report by a biofeedback professional about David’s brain waves while he created a shamanic painting, characterized by the author as “medical clairvoyance.”
Some of David’s visionary art encompassed mythology from the natives he encountered in his early world travels, some is shamanic in origin, and some has its origins in early human mythology. The Art Stories tab provides explanations to help the viewer relate to the identified images in the drop down tab.
The Scrapbook tab contains memories about times shared with friends, illustrated with my personal photographs, and sometimes my memories alone. This seemed to be an appropriate place to post a portrait of David as a child, and the earliest drawing from his childhood that I possess, collected from his foster mother.
Since I don’t have videos of David, the next best thing is audio recordings. I believe that it’s important to hear what David sounded like to deepen your sense of who he was and what he believed in. Towards that end I’ve included a sermon, “ Reason vs. Spirituality ” that David delivered to the First Unitarian Church of Albuquerque about 1983.
David had the ability to channel a variety of identities who shared their wisdom with us. The Ximu audio is remarkable because its source is a crystal consciousness. It was equally remarkable that David was able to allow it to speak through him about the divisive nature of humankind.
It’s difficult to summarize David’s life and his art in any simple way. After completing my studies in anthropology and art history at UC Santa Barbara I met and married him, sharing the last 15 years of his life (1969-1984) with him as his lover, friend and companion. What an adventure it turned out to be! If you’d care to share your comments, thoughts or questions I look forward to knowing them.

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The Ride Home
Right before we left, she yawned and the groundwork was set. As we got in the car, she said, “I’m just going to lay down for a few minutes before we get home.” She slid in beside me and proceeded to lay down, leaning right into my lap. As we took off in the darkness for home, she rolled about and tried to get comfortable. She did so with her face in my crotch, and her right hand cupped under my 1986 acid-wash-jeans-covered balls, which she started to unzip using her mouth. Honestly, I was both turned on and fucking scared. This was porn star talent. What in the hell? The drive home should have been about 15 minutes — I lost track of time because she was giving me the best blowjob ever (When I say best, I mean third or fifth blowjob ever).
You see, we were on the way to her home, to drop her mother and her off. And I wasn’t driving; my uncle was. Yes folks, this girl laid in my lap, pulled out my junk, quietly and quickly sucked me off to the sounds of my uncle blasting the k97 Quiet Storm as he got acquainted with her mother.
Thinking wasn’t an option. Thoughts happened before I knew I needed to think. Two sets of thoughts repeatedly went through my mind. First: “OMG, I can’t believe she is doing this. This feels incredible. I can’t wait to tell Eric.” And second: “OMG, her mom is in the front seat. Her mom has a gun in her purse. Fuck, I’m going die. Someone tell Eric what happened !”
(Guys always tell our best guy friend when something new and incredible happens sexually. This counted as both. Eric knows more about my sex life than some of my ex-girlfriends.)
I heard laughter coming from the front seats, laughter slightly louder than the “Ready for the World” song playing on the radio. Looking out the side window, I’m trying my best to relax, enjoy, and not make any stupid giveaways of what’s going on. Oh fuck. Her mom gave my uncle the back route which cuts this trip down from 15 minutes to 10 minutes. “We have 3 minutes then left after the light,” I heard her mom say.
Fuck.
I stroked her hair as she sped up her strokes . She heard the shortcut directions, too, and well, she wanted to finish. In the next 90 seconds, she got me off, swallowed a vicious load, put me back into my jeans, zipped it back up, and got in a less relaxed position. My uncle slowed the car down when we got to the street in order to not miss the house. She quickly reached down and swiped a finger between her legs. She then brought it back out, sticking a pussy soaked finger in my mouth. OMG she hadn’t worn panties. As she straightened herself back up with a convincing yawn, she said, “I needed that little nap.”
My uncle stopped and parked the car. Her mom got out and pushed up the seat to let the daughter out. Mom asked, “Wanna get up front, Mo?”
“No thanks, Ms. Austin, we have about 5 minutes until home. I’ll be good here,” I said.
Truthfully, there was no way I was going to move my crotch out in the open — not in the light. This woman carried a gun in her purse daily and to every school dance, just in case. It was the 80’s. I didn’t know if I had any…droplets on these jeans. How did I know she hadn’t gotten sloppy in her rush? I could have it on the seat! Yikes.
I did scoot over to the passenger side, and she leaned back into the car saying, “I had a lot of fun with you tonight. We should do that a lot more.” While her mom walked toward the house, she gave me a big neck hug, whispering, “Tomorrow after class you’re going to eat my pussy.”
There was no way I was getting out of that car now.
Within 10 minutes after getting back to my home, she called and said, “I’m sorry, I can do better next time but you’re eating me tomorrow.” She said next time. Woo hoo! That’s really all I heard. That she would be doing that to me again.
I did go down on her the next day at her house while her mother was gone. Two dogs watched.
We started and continued a relationship for about 6 months ’till I found out she would be the first in a long line of crazy women. Hence the Crazy Vaginas Are Magical Theory. A few years later during the early 90’s, she ended up in a cult and married to a friend of mine. It had been 4 years since I saw her, and 6 months since last seeing her husband when he knocked on my door, bible in hand, asking to come in. After he was inside, he tried to kick my ass because she had convinced him that I abused her and was stalking her. Neither happened. At the time, I was with the second girl in my Magical Vagina Mystery Tour. That one got me into being a stand up and also hit me with a car.
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