GM Moodboard 5 - Chapter 5: Lick Your Wounds

“be not afraid [but don’t come any closer]” -  AkiAngel Web Weave (CSM Spoilers)

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- if you post any Shaladin pairings or Piladin pairings 

- pairings prefered: Shidge/Shieth/Plance/Hidge/Kidge/Kallura/Hance/Keitor/Zaggar/Alluralance 

- Basically ANY PAIRING 

Me: Is Pakistani

Me: Ships Shidge

Me: (sees this work of art)

Me:

This started normal ok. I was sketching the prompt: Diamond for #shidge month ok. My hand just.. I don’t know xD. I ended drawing Pidge and Shiro ( kinda fusion of a genie-gypsy-typical indian clothes ^^kinda^^).

And my friend just created like a type of AU, because of this. And i don’t know she told me to posted i was not going to do it xd)

Guess that still counts like the promt diamond, 😅😶

And the last image is because i don’t know how to make tattoos (and either robotic arms :v) and instead of it i drew a mandala in Shiro’s arm. Yep, i felt that something was missing xd.

Nandini Raichand : Rahul wants to marry Anjali, not Naina!

Yash Raichand: this is so sad alexa play shava shava

Lotidge Ship Week: Day 5 - Obsession

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He’s drunk, was Pidge’s first thought.

But no, Lotor looked perfectly focused as he ushered her out of the gala and into an isolated balcony. She didn’t say anything at first, the look on his face was telling enough. But curiosity and concern eventually won out in the end.

“Lotor! What are you-“

“What are we Pidge?” The question jarred her. Shocked her to a stop as they stood at the balcony’s entrance. Pale yellow moonlight shining through the open space. Turning Lotor’s silver hair a tawny gold and he stared at her.

Only an arm’s reach away.

She didn’t know how to answer. She, Katherine ‘Pidge’ Holt, was at a loss for words for once. Gazing up into Lotor’s nightlight eyes. Trying to put her feelings into words.

Trying to explain how she felt.

Make no mistake, the Galran Prince could drive her crazy sometimes, but in the short time Pidge has known him…he…he had endeared himself to her.

Crazy as it sounds.

But Pidge found his silent, thinking nature to be a great comfort. He never pushed and shoved his way into knowing more about her. Content with her secrets. He respected her opinion, looking at her like she was exactly his equal.

Exactly the person he wanted by his side.

How could Pidge ever respond to something like that? How could she ever find the words to describe the way her heart raced when she looked into his eyes as he thanked her? Or when he would smile wolfishly whenever he was about to tease her? Or how his touch, cold-blooded skin and all, sent shivers up and down her spine like signal waves? How could she describe that?

How could she tell him that?

“Or am I the fool here? Am I the only one who cares what we have between u-”

“I care!” Pidge cried, casting her eyes down. She felt as if the ground was crumbling underneath her feat. Of course she wanted to have something more with Lotor, but what they were doing…were they going too fast? Was what they were doing really-

Lotor kissed her.

A hard, passionate kiss that made Pidge’s head spin. Throwing every thought that didn’t pertain to the Galran Prince’s lips on her’s out of her head. Both too far gone in a fascination with the other to think or act rationally. Breaking for air only when it was absolutely necessary.

Lotor looked at her.

All tangled up in his arms. Warm, lively body around his own. Oh, how the mighty have fallen. Had you asked the Galran Prince a month ago what he wanted most in life, he would’ve answered that his father’s throne was his only goal.

But not anymore.

Pidge looked at him.

Looked him with those big gold eyes of her’s. Always so sharp and attentive…now soft. Soft just for him. Ah, he was doomed.

Doomed to be destroyed by her hands.

Pidge could only hold his face in her hands as Lotor looked like he wanted to laugh. Laugh in a crazy, broken sort of way as he looked down at her. Entrapped in his arms. He bent his head to whisper to her. Silver hair making a makeshift curtain for the two of them.
 Eyes soft.

"You'll be the death of me."

web weaving about rivalry

p.s. glad you're back!! missed u

"call me by my name, curse me all the same"

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my dear, what need do we have for fighting? beloved, what we do is much more.

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the front bottoms, "twin size mattress" / edwin austin abbey's king lear, act I, scene I / ??? / lidia yuknavitch / lady gaga, "always remember us this way" / unknown's battle sarcophagus / sky ferreira / florence + the machine, "king" / school of katsushika hokusai's pheasant and snake / john banville / edwin lord weeks's study of two figures / traci brimhall / alicia ostriker / francois andre vincent's arria and paetus  / anna akhmatova

quill notes - tysm! im trying to be as back as i can possibly be :D

Ok, Lotor but…

He acts like that Prince Charming guy from Shrek 2

I DARE you to tell me you don’t see it

Pretty girls and pretty flowers 🌺 === Good lord today was hecktic, so sorry about the lack-luster post...

Have you considered...

The first time Pidge and Lotor square off she calls him ‘Pretty Boy.’

Cue Lotor’s brain momentarily short-circuiting long enough for PIdge to land a sick left hook across his face. 

Cue Lotor wanted to die as he see Pidge flash that smug, triumphant smile we all know and love.

Cue Lotor becoming instantly WHIPPED for the Green Paladin of Voltron.  

, Rest in Frickin' Pieces Lotor…

history : Bajirao  Mastani  

Mastani was born to Maharaja Chhatrasal, a Rajput king and his Persian Muslim wife Ruhaani Bai. In 1728, Muhammad Khan Bangash invaded Chhatrasal’s kingdom, defeated him and imprisoned his family. Chhatrasal secretly wrote to Bajirao requesting his help. But being occupied in a military campaign in Malwa Bajirao did not respond until 1729 when he marched on towards Bundelkhand. Ultimately Bajirao defeated Bangash. In gratitude, Chattrasal gave Bajirao the hand of his daughter Mastani. At the time, Bajirao was already married and monogamous by both nature and family tradition. He, however, accepted the marriage. in Pune, the marriage was not generally accepted because Mastani’s Muslim heritage. Because of his family’s intolerance of Mastani, Bajirao later built a separate residence for Mastani at Kothrud in 1734.

Bajirao’s love for his half-Muslim wife Mastani and neglect of first wife angered his mother, Radhabai. In deference to Radhabai, Bajirao’s brother, Chimajiappa, tried to send Mastani into exile. Bajirao’s son, Balaji, also tried to coerce Mastani into leaving his father, but she refused. Enraged by her growing influence on Bajirao Balaji had Mastani placed under house arrest for a time, while Bajirao was on military campaign.

Mastani was skilled in horse-riding, spear-throwing and swordsmanship and a talented dancer and singer.  She accompanied Bajirao on his military campaigns.