Hey, This can't be real. But what is real? I don't know... the white walls of this hospital seem realer than the vibrant worlds I've visited... inside a flying lion. That does look a lot dumber in writing. Good, I'm glad I'm insane, it's so much more convenient to be insane than to be stressed about my team not being able to form Voltron without me. There is no Voltron. There is no paladins. There is no Zarkon. There is no Voltron. There is no paladins. There is no Zarkon. There is no Voltron. There is no paladins. There is no Zarkon. (Cover art: Klanceshipper06 on tumblr (I think???))

•Original art used for cover is by the searching astronaut on tumblr• Ethereal: Extremely delicate, light, or not of this world "What? You're a witch? Please don't tell me you worship the devil" Lance whined. "What? You practice voodoo? Please don't try and kill me with a voodoo doll" I retorted. "Stereotypes" I smirked. Lance Mcclain comes from a long line of Cuban voodoo practitioners and Santerían Witches. Keith Kogane is the first witch of his generation. Both boys have strong connections to supernatural forces. Lance although was born and raised into the Voodoo religion. Keith was not raised into Witchcraft but rather found his passion for it, He was kicked from his foster home once his work had been discovered. When the two meet they feel a insanely strong connection to each other. They both have the choice of using their strong powers to connect to each other, but strangely both don't feel a need to use their spirituality to do so. Sometimes magic isn't the answer to the one and only thing more powerful. (I'm trying to add more witch stuff into this but I'm not doing very well)