Is It Strange That I’m A Teenage Girl But I Still Quote ‘Cat In The Hat’ In My Everyday Life.

LISTEN! This makes so much sense especially in GM that it’s not even funny 😂

Y’all!! Hear me out on this: 

Lotidge Labyrinth (1986) AU

We can’t deny that Lotor would dramatically appear with sparkles in Pidge’s room

Wow oof ok, it has been a HOT minute since a GM update. So, without further ado, here its is! PART 2 IS NOW A THING!

Consider this my creative restart to start setting time aside to create instead of work. That being said, college is this a huge part of my life so things wont exactly run super smoothly, but i hope ya’ll can remain just as patient and as wonderful as you’ve always been <3

Once again, thank you all for your continued patience and i hope you all enjoy this new chapter!

Honorable Mentions - @galacticlee , @olkarianprincess , @lotidge , @strugglingtoast , @grbgcn2 , @januarycarnation , @bronywn , @fairy-amy , @coffee-your-teapot , @insaneworld21 , @thegreatandpowerfulcozz , @hessonite-angel-art , @landing-amongst-the-planets , @demoniclions , @freckledporcelaindoll , @risingpheonix527 , @crescent-blue-moon , @adreamsart , @astra-lula , @theladybrooklyn , and @disturbing-killer-bear

With Love,

potentiala

Updated Art vs Artist meme from my Insta!

Umrao Jaan, 1981

Lotidge Ship Week: Day 1 - Trust

(Quick note that NONE of this is tied to “Golden Madness” in any way. And will follow a linear story for the rest of the week. Enjoy!)

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Hostility, he expected.

But an IMMEDIATE knife to the throat? The Voltron Paladin must hate him more than he had previously thought. Said welder of the very pointy Luxite blade was the Half-Galra Paladin that had freed Acxa from the Weblum. Now, what was his name again?

“Keith, is it? This is pretty poor gratitude from someone who just stopped your suicide mission into that shield.” Something flashes in those gray-violet eyes. Something like shame and anger.

It made Lotor want to laugh.

Was that all it took to get these Paladins riled up? How cute. Keith curled his lips back in a very Galra way, pushing the point of the blade deeper. So that a drop of blood appeared right next to the Galran’s Prince’s jugular.

“YOU DID WHAT?” Thank the Stars Lotor had the sense to take a step back as the Keith whipped around at the sudden, new voice. A boy in blue armor appearing. Pretty, even as his face twisted in worry and anger.

But not his type.

“Keith?! You were going to what?”

“L-Lance, I was only trying to-“

“Trying to do what? Be a quiznacking hero again?”

“What’s that suppose to m-“

“Did I just start a lover’s quarrel?” Lotor thought out-loud. Stars, just watching these two brought another wave of aching pain to Lotor’s head.

They galred at him.

Which, naturally, resulted Keith’s knife finding its way back to its spot on Lotor’s throat. Ugh. Well give him a blade to the throat over a lover’s quarrel any-

“WE’RE NOT LOVERS!” Said lovers shouted in perfect sync at the exact same time. Lotor raising a single white eyebrow in response.

Their faces flushed red.

On second thought, having a discussion with the Defenders of the Universe might not have been the best idea. Especially if he had to deal with two pining idiots. He should’ve just flown into the sun and saved himself this misery.

“So, uh, this is the guy that just saved us?” Looking away from the oblivious males in front of him, Lotor watched as a larger male in yellow armor walked into the hanger all-to cautiously. Staring at the Galran Prince as if he would suddenly lash out and rip their heads off. And, believe him. He wanted to. But he couldn’t.

Not when they were all he could turn to.

It hurt his pride to admit such a thing, but between that witch and his father…he had to come in and save the people who dreamt of the Empire’s fall to gain some semblance of credibility. He despised the feeling of needing something so desperately, but here he was.

Begging.

“Prince Lotor, a…pleasure I’m sure.” Lotor growled as he glanced between the knife at his neck and the Keith. Which only served to get said knife pushed even closer to the Prince’s neck. Damn, if his generals hadn’t taken his weapons-

“While, I’d like to thank you for what you did, I can’t afford to let our guard down. Especially not to you.” A new voice chided, not unlike a parent’s scolding of a child, as a man dressed in black armor walked up to Lotor. A man the Galran Prince instantly recognized.

The Champion himself.

But how did-No. No, this man wasn’t the Champion. Lotor knew it, felt it. This man prancing around in his father’s old armor may look just like that Champion, but he wasn’t. His scent was too cold, too devoid of any real trauma. Something was wrong with his man.

Something very, very wrong.

“I think you should worry about your guard being too high, Champion.” The man even reacted blankly to an otherwise traumatic title.

Curious.

“Our guard is plenty high enough Prince Lotad.” Oh for the love of-Could no one hold a real conversation in this damned ship?! And who would dare insult-

He saw her.

The sight of her made Lotor subconsciously stand up straighter. The small woman walking to stand by the fake Black Paladin’s side. Hair short and amber-colored, curling around a pretty face. A woman in war, Lotor was no stranger to…but she looked so young. Her features still soft with youth. But her eyes…her gold, gold eyes…

They burned.

Scorched and killed as she glared at him. Seemingly more distrutive than the Half-Galra who currently had a knife to the Prince’s throat. Those eyes were not young.

Not in the least.

“Why did you do it?” The questioning outburst came as a surprise. Even to the Green Paladin who said them and the Galran Prince they were directed at. And, despite every logical part of Lotor’s brain telling him not to, he looked up into those bight eyes. Held those eyes within his own like a spoil of war. Beautiful and focused.

Just his type.

“Because I have to trust you.”

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

Lotidge Ship Week: Day 4 - Enchanting

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“Uh? Voltron to Lotor? Voltron to-“

“I heard you the first time Lance.” Lotor grumbled as he took another swing of Nunvil. Stupid Voltron. Stupid Alteans. Stupid alliances with their stupid formal-

“Ok, ok. Just checking Mr. Grumpy Galra. Jeez, you’ve been glaring into space for half a Varga now man.” Well…the Red (or was it Blue now? Blast it, its all too confusing at the moment) Paladin wasn’t entirely wrong. Lotor was, indeed, very grumpy.

But he hadn’t been glaring at nothing.

“Says the one sulking with over Keith.”

“Hey! I’m not sulking!”

“Sure, and I’m not trying to get drunk Lance.”

More specifically, he had been glaring at the little woman that had taken up far too much of his thoughts as of late.  A point further proven by the three empty Nunvil glasses next to him. Ah. 

The Green Paladin.

The two had developed a sort of…relationship as of late. Touches lingered. Lips occasionally touched. Eyes would soften.

But what were they?

What did she think of him? Just what was keeping them dancing around each other like this? Lotor didn’t know and he hated being left in the dark like this.  

Hated being so enamored with her.

His eyes never left her, as she stood there in the distance. Clothed in a pale purple dress that made his blood boil with every sort of blushing red feeling Lotor swore he’d never let himself feel. A sleeveless lilac two-piece with strips of black velvet holing the short shirt and long billowy skirt together. Slivers of warm, freckled skin shining through the gaps. Etherial and enchanting.

Talking with other men.

The sight had his fangs grinding against each other. Seeing her smile up at diplomats. Seeing their eyes linger on her skin. Lotor had half a mind to chew the Altean Princess out for introducing Pidge to these foreign diplomats. Ugh, he didn’t like this.

Not in the least.

He didn’t like the uncertainty. The secret tenderness between them. He wanted the ability to loop his arms around that slim waist without the fear of losing what little standing he had with her. The right to stand by her side without any chance that she might lash out at him.

Pathetic, he knows.

But what was a man to do? The Green Paladin had his heart wrapped around her little fingers. Maybe it started when those gold eyes first cut into him. Or when he saw those blasted tears streaking down her face. But either way, Lotor knew that whatever he felt for this small woman has long gone beyond a simple fascination.    

He downed his drink.

“Lotor? Where are you going?” Lance was deftly ignored in favor of Lotor making his way towards the small woman who left him so helpless.

The room only spinning slightly.

Then, in the corner of his eyes, Lotor saw the Black Paladin make way towards Pidge as well. Every nerve in Lotor’s body screaming in protest at the sight.

Damned clone.

It wasn’t that hard to figure out. But Lotor couldn’t bear to tell the rest of Voltron for fear of being booted out. Their trust in that copy of their leader greater than their trust in him. Though complications really started arising when Lotor found that the clone’s eyes never strayed far too long on a certain Paladin.

Which Lotor couldn’t exactly fault the thing for.

Pidge was, at least by Galran standards, an ideal, tempting mate. Young and clever. Her size never impeding her battle prowess. Small and lithe like a knife.

Never failing to excite him.

Beautiful and deadly in such a breathtaking way Lotor want to snatch her up in his arms and snarl at every male that came too close. That being said, as soon as Pidge was within an arm’s reach, Lotor pounced.

Wrapping an arm around her waist.

“Join me for a stroll, won’t you?” He didn’t look at her as he asked, choosing, instead, to glare triumphantly at that clone’s dumbfounded expression. The copy’s expression immediately souring. 

Before whisking her away completely.

bae plssss do a web weave for asaden🥺🥺

your akiangel and dazaatsu ones already made me feel sooo overwhelmed (in a good way ofc), i think i'd actually die happy with asaden

tis my only way to cope cuz i bet my ass fujimoto will never give them a happy ending

😭😭

your love like a star(fish)

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whose been waiting for who here? you are the heartbeat of my life

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Chainsaw Man is written and drawn by Fujimoto Tatsuki  

csm / leith ross, "we'll never have sex" / erik j. brown / hera lindsay bird / csm / hera lindsay bird / james baldwin / a.w. , "i was an island" / csm / richard siken / csm / ???

quill notes - i actually havent read this arc yet, so my apologies if its a lil clunky. im not the type to get flustered over spoilers, so this was actually kinda fun!

HOZIER RELEASED NEW MUSIC