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He had been with them for quite some time now.

And Shiro liked to think that he knew just about everyone on this ‘Castle.’ There was Keith, who smelled a little like him and who he helps with training from time to time. That one was the Black Paladin of whatever this ‘Voltron’ was. And, though he was a bit stand-offish, Shiro felt that he was good person.

He liked Keith.

Then there was Lance. Who had seemed a bit scared of him at first and smelled like salt and soap. But Shiro found that, with time, Lance eventually warmed up to him. Telling bad jokes all the while. Some would get a chuckle out of him and other would make him growl in annoyance. Nevertheless, Lance had an undying loyalty to him that Shiro admired.

He liked Lance.

Hunk was very interesting. Shiro never really saw all that much of him until he finally worked up the nerve to see him. Apparently interested in his prosthetic as well. Shiro found him very kind and likable. Always smelling of something fairly sweet and soothing.

He liked Hunk.

The ‘Princess’ and Coran were just as interesting, if not a bit intimidating. The Princess Allura, Shiro noticed, would keep a good distance between them. She smelled like the mice she kept around her and an exotic sort of perfume. Even after the rest of the ‘crew’ warmed up to him, but Shiro didn’t take it so personally. Coran was fairly funny, without meaning to be. Smelling like old liquor and dust. But Shiro knew the two of them meant well. He liked the two of them.

But then there was the small one.

The small, spirited female that had caught his eye during that fight. She had seemed so out of place then. Small and young and in the midst of a war. How could he not try to shield her? But, to his surprise and secret joy, she had taken pity on him and saved him. Later, Shiro had finally learned what her name was. Pidge.

He really, really liked Pidge.

She seemed the most comfortable with him. She was the first one to look him in the face and smile. She had a nice smile. Shiro liked that smile. Just the sound of her footsteps would make his tail thump against the floor, much to Shiro’s inner torment. But she seemed to like having him around, and though it was hard for him to speak after spending so much time as a prisoner, they managed to have a few interesting conversations.

She wasn’t offput by him in the slightest.

Which shouldn’t have given so much hope, but it did. Whenever Pidge would come back from a particularly grueling mission, she had no palms about him carrying her. Or holding her close. And every time Shiro told himself that it would be the last time he’d ever allow the small female near him.

But he couldn’t resist.

She was so tiny. Shiro could fit a single hand around her waist! How dead she had become to him! But, despite her kindness toward him, Shiro knew one thing.

She’d never care for him.

At least, not in the same way. Shiro’s feeling for the Green Paladin were of a redder, more passionate nature. And, being that the Galra had livelong mates and ‘humans’ didn’t have an exact equivalent, Shiro was often left at an impasse. The very female he longs to make his mate right at his fingertips.

But never close enough.

Galra!Shiro - shidge prompt

Thank you @demoniclions for the idea ;)

Coran cocked his head at the somber alien behind the glass containment and fiddled with his mustache. He had to admit, even despite their prisoner’s stocky build, he did seem relatively harmless. Still, he was Galra and a stranger. There was too much at stake to risk trusting him right away, even if he did help the Paladins of Voltron.

The elder Altean caught Allura’s reflection and turned to face her.

“I know you said you’d explain later, but I think this counts as later. Why exactly did you bring a Galra onto the ship?”

“He was one of the prisoners we freed. And he used himself as a shield to protect Pidge during our escape,” Allura said.

Coran’s gaze shifted to the bandage wrapped around the Galra’s left forearm. That would explain the wound, he supposed.

“And?” There had to be more to it than that. “Why bring him on board?”

Keith piped up then.

“He had nowhere else to go, so we’re letting him stay with us… for now”

“From one prison to another. Poor fella.”

The Galra kept his bright yellow eyes trained on the ground.

“Doesn’t talk much, does he?”

Allura shook her head. “I think he may have lost his memory. It would make sense considering the experiments that were being performed on them.”

Their eyes fell on his right arm, mechanical, nearly all the way up to his shoulder.  

“He can use that arm as an energy weapon, though it seems he doesn’t have much control over it.”

“Does he have a name?” asked Coran and the other two shrugged.

“Not that we know of,” Allura said.

Coran took a step closer to the thick glass and cleared his throat.

“Excuse me, sir, Galra, sorry to bother you, but what should we call you?”

The Galra ventured a glance up at his rescuers, but after a few moments of waiting said nothing.

“Maybe he’s just shy.”

“Or he can’t speak,” Keith suggested. “But we can’t keep him in there forever. We need to figure out what we’re going to do with him, and soon.”

“Well whatever we do, we’ll decide as a team,” said Allura pointedly, her eyes practically searing holes in the side of the Black Paladin’s head. He pretended not to notice and quietly agreed.

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Pidge dismissed herself from the dinner table early, claiming to want to work on her latest project. It wasn’t a lie, exactly. It just wasn’t the kind of project they thought.

“Can I bring it to him?” Pidge asked Hunk in the middle of pouring an extra bowl of space goo.

He paused briefly, the question catching him a bit off guard. “Uh, sure,” he agreed easily.

“Yes! Thank you!” she said like it was a song and took over goop pouring duty.

“Why?”

“I wanna thank him for covering me during the rescue mission. I feel kinda bad he hurt his arm for me like that.”

Hunk smirked.

“In other words, you want to ask him about his prosthetic, right?”

Pidge looked away.

“Maybe.”

“And I’m guessing you don’t want the boss man to know, huh?”

“I’d rather he didn’t,” she admitted, “Think you can cover for me?” Pidge flashed him her prettiest smile and fluttered her long lashes.

“Yeah, yeah, okay,” Hunk laughed and waved her away. “Just make it quick.”

“I owe you one!” she whispered and snuck away from the kitchen with two bowls of goo tucked under an arm.

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Truthfully, she did want to pick their new guest’s brain regarding the unusual technology attached to his shoulder, but she knew she probably wouldn’t get far just from asking. He hadn’t said so much as a word to them, only responded to their questions with nods and facial expressions.

She’d have to get Keith to let her inspect the arm once they decided to let him go. And only if she had the Galra’s permission of course.

Pidge pressed a button beside the alien’s cell and slipped one of the bowls into the slot that opened up.

His pointed ears perked. He’d dozed off. His shoulders stiffened as he looked up and Pidge waved.

She pressed the button again to close it and sat on the floor with her legs crossed.

She watched him eagerly as he stared at the bowl.

“Don’t worry, it’s not poison,” she assured him, “See?”

She took a bite of her own food and made a point of swallowing it.

“I’m eating the same thing.”

Cautiously, one of his big clawed hand picked it up and he sniffed it. She watched his nose twitch and noted the deep scar that ran across it. She wanted to ask him about that, too, but knew now wasn’t the time.

“So, I just wanted to thank you for protecting me earlier. You didn’t have to do that.”

She took another bite and watched him poke the goo with very tip of his tongue.

She held back a chuckle and just smiled. He really wasn’t that scary. He was kind of cute, in a way.

“How’s your arm doing? Does it still hurt?” she asked and his yellow eyes met her brown ones. He finally took a bite and shook his head.

“No? It doesn’t hurt?”

He nodded. She wasn’t really sure she believed him, but didn’t press it.

“That’s good. I’m glad you’re okay. I’m not really supposed to be down here talking to you, but I wanted to at least thank you properly.”

He stopped eating to look at her again. He gave her a soft nod, his eyes seeming to want to reveal something, even without pupils.

“I’m sorry you have to be in this cell. It should only be temporary. Just until we know for sure you’re not a spy or anything.”

The fact that the Empire’s soldiers were shooting at him too and he’d risked himself to protect her should’ve been proof enough he wasn’t on Zarkon’s side, but the team, and Keith especially wanted to be certain this wasn’t some kind of trick.

“Anyway,” she downed the rest of her goo and started to get up, “I should get going before someone finds me talking to you.”

The Galra watched the smallest Paladin press the button by his cell again and stack his empty bowl on top of hers.

“Do you need anything?”

He shook his head.

“Okay, well, thank you… again!” she said then turned on her heel.

“Sh…Shiro.”

The rough voice stopped her in her tracks and she whirled back around. She stared at him like she’d seen a ghost.

He pointed at himself and repeated the word.

“Shiro.”

Pidge blinked.

“Shiro?”

They hadn’t come across that word in their study of Galran vocabulary before.

He said it again, a little more urgently.

“Wait a minute…”

“Is that… is that your name?” she guessed.

The faintest smile touched his lips as he nodded, and Pidge tried to hide any reaction. It made him look oddly… handsome…

“Shiro…” she said, testing the word out for herself. It had a nice ring to it. “Nice to meet you, Shiro. I’ll try to come talk to you again soon, if you want, I mean, if that’s okay?”

His smile widened just enough to reveal the very tips of his fangs.

“Okay! Bye Shiro,” Pidge whispered and left the room wearing the beginnings of a blush on her face.

Fly, Fly Away From Me (Angsty!Lotidge)

For @lotidge and @olkarianprincess because gosh darn it I should be studying.

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Lotor had never cared for birds. Small, stupid little things that never seemed to avoid such blatant decoys. Be it plastic or stuffed bait, birds would fall upon them. Thinking them family. She reminded him of a bird in that sense. Small and quick, yes. But stupid? Not at all. The Green Paladin of Voltron was a force to be reckoned with. Her intellect deadlier than any weapon she could ever wield. But that's not why she reminded the Galran Prince of a bird. Oh no. It was that undying kinship. Lotor had stumbled upon her searches for a man he could only assume was her brother. It was that near-reckless willingness to find him that reminded Lotor of a bird. A bird that could be caught. The Galran Prince had simply manipulated the data she would find to lead her into a trap. So eager she was! Disregarding her teammates warnings. Flying straight into the fire. And the sight of the Green Lion being shot out the sky should've...fulfilled Lotor in some vital way. But it didn't. The Lion fell from the sky. Crashing unto the land. Like a fallen star. A dead, decaying creature that was once full of life. Naturally, Lotor tracked the metal carcass down to make sure the Green Paladin was captured and secured. Alive. He had wanted her alive. He had wanted to hear that bird-like heartbeat slamming against her rib cage as he closed upon her. He had wanted to see the fear in her eyes. Not this. Not the lower half of her small body pinned down under the Lion's control panel. Bones, nerves, muscle all flattened and crushed to a pulp. Not the tree branch skewering her stomach. Bile and blood at war with each other underneath Lotor's boots. Alive. He had wanted her alive. He wanted her blood pumping and heart hammering. He didn't want this. He didn't want her head at that angle. Looking up at him in such a way that made it oblivious that her last moments had been far from peaceful. Gold eyes dull with Death. An arm outstretched. But to reached what? It took Lotor some time, but he found it. A ways away from the wreckage of the Green Lion. A small, seemingly insignificant thing really. A photo. One with a girl and boy. The boy Lotor instantly recognized as the rebel he had baited the Green Paladin with. But the girl? She was lovely. Willowy and small, beaming in the burnt, bloody photo. Hair long and beautiful. Gold eyes shining. Lotor's legs gave out as he went back to the Green Paladin's corpse. The realization taking a hold of him feeling not unlike drowning in fire. This mangles corpse. This small woman. This enemy to his empire. She had once been this girl. She had once been a beautiful creature with the promise of the future in her eyes and a body barely strong enough to cling to her brother properly. Lotor looked toward the corpse. And understood. He finally understood birds. With they're yearning to be with those they love, they're willing to risk it all. If only they can get a last embrace, a last spot of warmth. Only to be struck to the ground. But even bloody and broken, birds still cry. Cry for their kin, not knowing their fake, but still HOPING. Lotor looked at the bloodied woman. And wanted to cry. Birds! Stupid, stupid beautiful birds. He looked to the woman who had died in agony but still yearned for her brother more than anything, and all Lotor could do was clench his eyes shut and look away. Maybe he had been wrong about this woman. She wasn't as smart as he gave her credit for. No, no. This girl truly was a stupid bird. Caught up in a lions' game.

would you ever consider a webweave for nana? whatever comes to ur mind first… 02nana or nana ren or just nana herself….. thank u for ur hard work!!!!

oh, to be yours (Nana Web Weave)

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hey...i really loved you,

you know? i never said it but it still counts, right?

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Nana was written and illustrated by Yazawa Ai

nana / michelle k. / nana / haruki murakami / richard siken / nana / nana / mary oliver / the crane wives, "never love an anchor" / nana / alejandra pizarnik / sappho (trans. chris childers) / hozier, "francesca" / nana / jeanette winterson / taylor swift, "you're losing me" / girlhouse, "dontstop" / nana / nana

p.s - sorry for the late delivery on your request! my master's course are really packing a punch, plus i'm working on a very wonderful zine with even more wonderful folxs - still, i hope you like it anon!

Everyone who reblogs this before New Years (11:59 PM 12/31/17)

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hello!! could you make a web weaving about the fear of not knowing how to love someone? that you will end up hurting them

thanks <3333

"the weight of it (love) is so frightening"

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i don't know how to do this - sorry my hands are trembling - please, can you hold them?

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john white alexander's the ring / the crane wives, "never love an anchor" / sappho (trans. chris childers) / parov stelar's can`t remember / simone de beauvoir / eugène carrière's the first communion / ??? / the scary jokes, "crushed out on soda beach" / ??? / mahmud husain's lover / chen chen / jogen chowdhury's man, wife and birds / ???

Hey, I suck at writing any tips or tricks.

WHO TOLD YOU THAT LIE?! 

I’LL FITE EM!!! SWEAR ON ME MUM, I’LL FITE EM!!!!

Ok, but in all seriousness...

@januarycarnation you’re just starting out. No one is expecting perfection from you. You’re taking chances and making mistakes, true.

But you’re also getting better.

So yeah, of course the first couple of drafts are going to be very good, but you’ve already accomplished something that I took forever to accept.

You know how to take criticism.

You already know that when some one give you suggestions that they’re not coming from a mean, hateful place. And BECAUSE of that you can improve at at faster rate than i did. So give yourself a pat on the back for that.

You deserve it.

But as far as ACTUAL tips and tricks go, there’s usually three rules that i follow.

Don’t write every day - Granted this MAY NOT be the best advice for some people, but i find that writing everyday can REALLY burn you out to the point where you don’t ever want to do it again. So maybe pace yourself???Just get it out - It’ll probably be horrible, but if you writing out everything you WANT to have happen, you can always go back and fluff it up with all your descrpitions and feelings later. Ya gotta have a skeleton before you have a body. Give yourself deadlines - Granted don’t give yourself WEEKLY deadlines (refer back to point one). But definitely maintain a sense of responsibility. Not for you and not to say that you’re not responsible, but if your readers are taking the time to read, comment, and like your work they deserve updates at a reasonable pace. At the same time, make sure that your audience knows just what sort of challenges that might delay the content they love. I’ve found everyone to be incredibly understanding and i’m immensely thankful for all the support.

Hopefully that answers your question. Thank you for your ask and i hope i helped you in some way, shape, or form!

The best of wishes to you and your future work, i can’t wait to see how you’ll grow as a writer!

Hello hi yes I’m dead but only on the inside...

Yeah, the wait for this chapter was ridiculous and I apologize for that. Stil, its here and I hope you all enjoy it!

We’re finally traveling to the past to see how the original GM Paladins and everyone else started out. And boy howdy are things dark, so exercise caution.

IN OTHER NEWS!!! I’ll be having a livestream on my Instagram page (on Friday, March 16th 8:00 pm CT) , to talk about this chapter, Season 5, and to answer any questions y’all may have! So feel free to stop by and say hi! 

GM also has a Spotify playlist, so have fun with that here: (via https://open.spotify.com/user/potentiala/playlist/5PSUA8r9ZKEzxfIgCxD1O6)

Tl;dr - I’m very sorry for the long wait for this chapter but please take this meme as compensation (there will be more).

Lastly, I just want to send my thanks to those who have (by some miracle) stuck with me through this long hiatus: @galacticlee @olkarianprincess @lotidge @strugglingtoast @januarycarnation @bronywn @icecream3245 @fairy-amy @coffee-your-teapot @insaneworld21 @thegreatandpowerfulcozz @hessonite-angel-art @landing-amongst-the-planets @thechocolateobssessed-blog-blog @freckledporcelaindoll @risingpheonix527 @crescent-blue-moon @adreamneverends @grbgcn2 and @astra-lula 

Love (as always),

potential.a

Do not blame me for who I am. The doctor prescribed me 20 mL of #sven vld twice a day.