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Can I honestly say that I wouldn't do that same?
No.
No, I can't.
LOTOR HONEY NO
on youtube
Greek Myth Asks
by @wonderbreadwoman and @spidcrsman
GODS: Life
Zeus: What’s your name or nickname?
Hera: Where are you from?
Athena: How old are you?
Hephaestus: When is your birthday?
Aphrodite: What’s your relationship status?
Poseidon: What are your pronouns?
Dionysus: Are you and extrovert or an introvert?
Demeter: Do you have any pets?
Apollo: What kind of music are you into?
Artemis: What do you first notice about new people?
Hades: What’s a big fear of yours?
Ares: What’s a big pet peeve of yours?
Hestia: Where do you consider home?
CREATURES: Lasts
Pegasus: Last movie you watched?
Mermaid: Last tv show you finished?
Centaur: Last book you read?
Siren: Last song you listened to?
Gorgon: Last thing you ate?
Cyclops: Last time you cried?
Minotaur: Last time you were truly happy?
Sphynx: Last text you sent?
Chimera: Last call you made?
Griffin: Last thing you did before going to sleep last night?
Nymph: Last dream you remember?
Satyr: Last time you couldn’t stop laughing?
HEROES: Experiences
Heracles: Have you ever had a dream come true?
Theseus: What is your worst regret?
Perseus: Have you ever been arrested?
Cadmus: Have you ever had your heart broken?
Achilles: Have you ever had to be hospitalized?
Actaeon: Tell about a memory you wish to forget.
Bellerophon: Have you ever passed out?
Agamemnon: What is an achievement you’re proud of?
Oedipus: Have you ever been in love?
Jason: Have you ever travelled abroad? Where?
Atlanta: Have you ever stood up for someone else?
Hippolytus: Tell an experience you will never forget.
MAGICAL ITEMS: Favorites
Trident: Who are your favorite people?
Lightning Bolt: What are your top three favorite movies?
Sun Chariot: What is your favorite mythological creature?
Lyre: What are your top three favorite songs?
Caduceus: What is your favorite color?
Aegis: What is your favorite book or series?
Scythe: What is your favorite tv show?
Bident: What is your favorite way to spend free time?
Harpe: What are your top 3 favorite places?
Cornucopia: What is your favorite place to eat?
Winged Sandals: What is your favorite thing to do when you hangout with your friends?
Golden Fleece: What is your favorite animal?
PLACES: Goals and Wishes
Olympus: Describe your dream job.
Tartarus: What’s a short term goal you hope to achieve?
Underworld: Describe your dream vacation.
Styx: How would you like your life to look like in 10 years?
Athuna: If you could live anywhere in the world for the rest of your life, where would it be?
Sparta: Do you have a bucket list? If so, what’s on it?
Elysium: If you could have a superpower, what would it be?
Ogygia: Describe your dream husband/wife/life partner?
Troja: What is the craziest thing you wanna do before you die?
The Labyrinth: Have you ever died and came back to life as a vampire?
Delphi: Are you currently doing anything to pursue your dreams?
Concept art from Ch 17!
IT’S FINALLY HERE!
So sorry for the huge gape in between chapters, but college applications aren’t easy.
Still, thank you all so much for sticking around this long and I hope you enjoy this new chapter!
With love,
Potentiala
p.s - Just wanted to tag these wonderful people that I’ve kept waiting for so long: @galacticlee @olkarianprincess @lotidge @strugglingtoast @januarycarnation @jadeisonblade @ana3245 @fairy-amy @coffee-your-teapot @insaneworld21 @thegreatandpowerfulcozz @fluffiestdork @hessonite-angel-art @landing-amongst-the-planets @thechocolateobssessed-blog-blog @freckledporcelaindoll and @risingpheonix527
Quick Reminder
I’m going to be hosting a livestream at 8:00 pm today in my Instragram.
Stop by to say hello, ask questions, or just talk!
(link)
IT’S FINALLY HERE!
So sorry for the huge gape in between chapters, but college applications aren’t easy.
Still, thank you all so much for sticking around this long and I hope you enjoy this new chapter!
With love,
Potentiala
p.s - Just wanted to tag these wonderful people that I’ve kept waiting for so long: @galacticlee @olkarianprincess @lotidge @strugglingtoast @januarycarnation @jadeisonblade @ana3245 @fairy-amy @coffee-your-teapot @insaneworld21 @thegreatandpowerfulcozz @fluffiestdork @hessonite-angel-art @landing-amongst-the-planets @thechocolateobssessed-blog-blog @freckledporcelaindoll and @risingpheonix527
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!
24 for the ask fanfic author thingy (btw I love your writing and you inspire me!)
Gah! Where do all you wonderful people come from?!
(jk i love you and thank you for that wonderful compliment. Though the fact that ANYONE is inspired by me is still awesomely baffling.)
But as far as your question goes...
24. favorite scene i’ve ever written
Tbh, its a really close call between two scenes in ‘Golden Madness’ for me
The first one being the part where Sifair (my OC and Keith’s mom) says goodbye to Matt and Shiro in Chapter 5: Lick Your Wounds.
Mainly barbecue i feel that that scene, if nothing else, TRULY conveys the whole of Sifair’s character. I character i’ve spent so long rewriting and revising.
The qualities she shows in that scene are the qualities that have stuck with her through her first iteration and to her present stage.
She’s a mom.
A mom who’s had a hard, bloodly life full of regrets and death. A mom who’s willing to go through all that again if it means protecting her kids. A mom who, at the same time, doesn't want to put her kids through what she had to go through. She just wants love and the someone to love.
That scene really captures that.
The second one would have to be a scene in Chapter 10: A Version of the Truth
The one where Allura’s telling the side of Laila’s story HER father told her, and, at the same time, Coran is telling the side of the Laila’s story that the ALTEAN PEOPLE were told.
It was confusing to write.
But it was a risk i wanted to take. It was something that the plot of ‘Golden Madness’ hinged upon. The concept of POV and which narrative is the right one is something i’ve always wanted to play with.
This scene is really the culmination of those ideas.
After i posted that chapter i got theory after theory in the comment section. And while comments and feedback are easily the best parts of writing, THEORIES are in a league all their own.
They show that my work made people think.
That it made them reevaluate what they knew and present it in a way they wanted to see come to fruition. This scene allowed for theories to finally come into GM and i’m so thankful it exists.
Once again, thank you for the ask! And i hope that answers your question. It was surprisingly difficult to try and pick one scene, so just had to pick two!
Thank you for your support, and the best of luck with your own writing! May you never be too afraid to take creative risks!
Hey! So ,it's the first time I write to someone on tumblr and I do this because I want to tell you how much you inspired me and how amazing and awesome your work is! As for the ask meme , if it's not to much to ask for, 1,4,5! Thank you ! :)
Well thank you very much for asking! :D
And a bigger thank you for your support, tbh i never thought i COULD inspire someone, so hearing you say that literally made by day! Thank you, thank you, thank you!
(I’m the raccoon)
On to the ask meme…
1. things that inspire you
In all honesty, there are too many places to name! But i’d have to say that the biggest spheres of influence for me are animated movies and Bollywood.
Weird combo, i know.
But i grew up with 80′s and 90′s animated movies from the bottom of the bargain barrel that had AMAZING ideas, but poor execution. So when i write, i remember the good and snip out the not-so-good.
Bollywood is just crazy.
Colorful and full of emotion. Which is what i want my writing to be associated with. Every movie is a musical and every song pure poetry (if you don’t believe me just find the English subtitles to any song, i promise its great). Which i’m also a big sucker for! ;)
4. name three authors that were influential to your work and tell why
uhhhhhhhhh…
Oh boy…
Well the first one would definitely have to be @hollyblack .
I’ve never read any collection of work that’s impacted me as much as her. She’s the first one that got me interest in writing, the first one to really connect to me as a person. Her writing style is gritty and real, but still contains such a refined air. If i had to describe what reading her work is like, it’s like wearing fishnet stockings under your wedding dress in a forest filled with Faeries.
The second one would have to be @/titekubo
Not because of the ending of Bleach OH GOD NO PLEASE DONT BRING THAT MESS ONTO MY GOOD DISCOURSE-FREE BLOG
But because the large portion of Bleach had such poetic, symbolic relationships and character arcs. Every chapter’s title was like a line out of a poem and, obviously, I've tried to emulate that as much as possible.
And though his version of the ending spelled disaster for his own characters’ development, i admire how beautiful the majority of the story and it’s characters were.
Last, but not least, would have to be @gailcarsonlavine
Most know her for her book ‘Ella Enchanted’, but what i love her for is her lesser known book ‘Fairest’.
It had everything i love about Lavine’s work: her dedication to her characters, her weaving of good vs bad, and her heart-twisting fairy tale romance. But ‘Fairest’ was different. It was a Beauty and the Beast retelling (a trope you must know i use a lot).
But both the Beauty and the Beast were the same character.
It was a self-acceptance book ahead of them all. And when i was twelve it kept me going when nothing else did.
5. since how long ago do you write
Welp, this is embarrassing…but i first started writing seriously in FIVE years ago.
Yeah.
I’m old!
But it all started, as most great things do, with crappy fanfiction and a Wattpad account. God knows how much blackmail material is on my old account.
I still look back at those old files and cringe so hard I’m tempted to throw my computer at a wall.
But i hang onto those files.
Because, yeah, they were bad. But they were mine. They had my ideas, my time, and my effort in them. I keep them around to show my development and thank God i know what i’m doing now.
Sorry for the long reply, but i wanted to make sure i gave your questions the answers they deserve!
Thanks for the ask! And i wish you luck with all your writing endeavors as well.
Nobody ever uses my asks, so maybe??? Send me one????
asks for fanfic writers
drop a number and a fandom in my askbox and I’ll answer:
things that inspire you
things that motivate you
name three favorite writers
name three authors that were influential to your work and tell why
since how long do you write?
how did writing change you?
early influences on your writing
what time are you most productive?
do you set yourself deadlines?
how do you do your researches?
do you listen to music when writing?
favorite place to write
hardest character to write
easiest character to write
hardest verse to write
easiest verse to write
favorite AU to write
favorite pairing to write
favorite fandom to write
favorite character to write
least favorite character to write
favorite story you’ve ever written
least favorite story you’ve ever written
favorite scene you’ve ever written
favorite line you’ve ever written
story you’re most proud of
best review you ever got
worst review you ever got
favorite story/poem of another author
hardest part of writing
easiest part of writing
alternate title for (insert story title)
alternate ending for (insert story title)
alternate pairing for (insert story title)
single story or multi-part story?
one-shot or multi-chaptered story?
canon or AU?
do you reread your own stories?
do you want to be published some day?
which one of your stories would you most like to see as a movie/series
one song that captures (insert story title)
do you plan or do you write whatever comes to your mind?
would you ever write a sequel for (insert fic title here)
do you write linear or do you write future scenes if you feel like it?
share the synopsis of a story you work on that you haven’t published yet
share a scene of a story that you haven’t published yet
how many unfinished ideas/stories are you working on at the same time?
three spoilers for (insert story title)
writing advice
open question to the writer
Welcome to the family!!! ❤️
i recently got really into shidge and i feel like if i do anything shidge related (or any shaladin ship) on my other blog then there’s a bunch of discourse following it, so i decided to make this blog as a sort of safe space for me shipping shidge
Hi, I’m auditioning for me during a period and I’ll be singing “Agony” from Into the Woods
Uterus: *faint pressure*
Me: Hoe don't do it.
Uterus: *CRAMPS*
Me: Oh mY GoD
Girls be like
Narti Week 2017 - Day 3: Memories
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The earliest memory Narti had was far from pleasant.
A voice belonging to a woman ,who she would later learn was Grand Witch Haggar, was scolding her. For what, the female Galra could not remember. She did, however, remember being struck.
Blood flowing from her face.
She had been so young then. Unable and unused to living in a world without sight and speech. Terrified of the handicaps she had, seemingly, been born with.
The Witch used that to her advantage.
Narti remembered the nails on that horrid woman's gnarled hands. Filed like serrated knives, those nails had pressed into Narti's young face. Nearly, but not quite, drawing blood as the Witch pulled their heads close together The smell of rot on the Witch too strong for Narti's heightened sense of smell, and the girl gagged. Desperate for cleaner air.
Unintentionally pushing the nails deeper into her skin.
“Little Beast!” The Grand Witch had hissed. Her scent like toxin and metal. The female Galra frantic to get away from the warm, rotten breath and sharp hands, but much too frightened to even move.
Much less run.
“Never forget you cost your mother her life, you wretched thing! You killed the only creature who could ever love you. Remember that the next time you dare disobey.”
Narti could only do as she was told.
She remembered.
It Is Saturday
So I did it.
I succumbed to that shidge writing itch that you guys threw poison ivy on because this is something we all want and need apparently
Original post
The hardest thing that Takashi Shirogane had to do was get out of bed.
Not to say that he was sinking into depression and couldn’t arise, no, it was the exact opposite. His bed, their bed, was one of the safest and most comforting places he’d ever known, thanks most in part to his tiny female partner, and it was a daily struggle to convince himself to depart from it. He and Pidge had owned their cozy apartment nearing a year now, and the slab of mattress and tangled sheets that they rested on had become the most intoxicating setting in his home. There were days were they opted to stay in place for hours, only leaving to make food or bathroom runs and returning to collapse in the other’s arms and the sea of blankets. It was hard to leave because she was there, because they had comforted each other from the memories of the war there, because every good day, shit day, and night of love always ended in each other’s arms, on the bed.
But some days were harder than the rest.
The setting was always the same, posing the exact challenge it had for a while now; dark grey sheets that lay crinkled up between them, olive comforter sprawled around the two in uneven heaps of worn fabric. Her sleeping form was bundled up next to him, clinging at the arms that encircled her torso, head turned to the one that used it as a pillow. The rest of the bed seemed freezing in comparison to her, though with the pair’s legs tangled together and huddled figures smashed together, her presence chased off any remaining cold of the perimeter around him. Blinding sunlight poured from the gaps in the blinds, sloshing golden light inside the room in bouncing parallel strips.
Blinking into the realm of reality, Shiro instinctively tightened his grip on the woman in his arms, burying his nose in her curled, unruly hair with slow, fatigued movements. The sleeping Pidge made not a move besides the rising and falling of her sides, comfortably conforming to the ‘big spoon’ behind her. His senses were then filled with bright brown hair, blinding sunlight, and the scent of vanilla and burnt carbon as he was once again tempted by the thought of staying where he was for the remainder of the day.
Sighing, he blew her caramel curls away from his mouth, fingers knotting at his t-shirt that draped over her lithe frame. ‘Is showing up at a Garrison meeting really worth getting up from this? What day even is it?’
After a minute or two of contemplation, Shiro groaned and shifted away from the woman he loved, lifting the covers and throwing his legs over the bedframe, running a hand through his white-stained forelock. His muscles stung, the ache the familiar, momentary one that only existed because he had moved. Though the apartment’s heater tried its best, he shivered-everything was like ice compared to her. With a final shake, he made a move to heave himself up-
-until dull nails tickled one of the scars on his back.
As soon as his head spun, he met the soft, squinted gaze of Pidge’s honey eyes. Her arm extended out to him, hand blindly groping at any clutchable surface that he retained, eventually finding his prosthetic and then latching onto the metallic limb. She peeled her lips apart, blinking tiredly; her dreams must’ve been somewhat peaceful, then, as she wasn’t automatically running at full speed.
“..ome back to bed,” She offered, eyebrows kneading together and gentle smile painting itself on her soft, freckled features. She squeezed the bridge between his neck and shoulder, her other hand finding the parallel spot within a matter of seconds. The plea scratched at his resolve, itching and tugging at his head because damn just staying home today sounded really good.
He exhaled a quiet, desperate laugh and leaned over, pecking her nose. “I have to go.”
“..iot.”
“Hmm?”
Her freckled arms flung out and grabbed his shoulders, yanking him down over her lanky form and forcing him to catch himself out of instinct, the pair close enough to where their noses brushed together. Tangled hair guarded the tops of her half-lidded eyes, bottom lip jutting out and completing her pouty appearance. Pidge maneuvered her hands to press against the sides of his face, shaking it gently with every word.
“It. Is. Saturday.”
“Oh.”
Shiro’s elbows gave way, the fatigued super-soldier of a man succumbing to her earlier plea and falling onto the lanky, warm form of his partner, forcing his arms around her through the mass of sheets and digging his nose against her neck. She laughed softly, the sound tickling his chest as the past Green Paladin roamed Shiro's shoulders, the two now glued together by method of awkward cuddling. The cold was now longer felt, and the soft heartbeat in the chest under his own was loud enough to become a lullaby and lure him back to the realm of sleep, clinging onto the woman beneath him all the while.
Narti Week 2017 - Day 2: Colors
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She had never known color.
Never known in what hues the world was drowned in. She could smell it, in the pigments and chemicals used to make up certain colors, but Narti had never known them.
She never would.
Though sometimes, very rarely, the female General would, somehow, receive the slightest hint of color. A sort of smoke that would curl around her shoulders and through her fingers. It was a warm, happy sort of color.
And she loved it.
But it never lasted.
Narti Week 2017 - Day 1: Ladies’ Night
(Quick note that most of these will be related to ‘Golden Madness’ in one way or another. Hope you enjoy!)
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Ezor's hand was cold against her own.
The bubbly female General had never been afraid to touch her, despite the destructive potential of her magic. And while Narti would've preferred staying in, she allowed Ezor to pull her to her feet for a night of festivities.
Denying the happy trilling of her heart.
I GOT YOU FAM
@ Voltron blogs please like/reblog so I can follow you
- No antis
- if you post any Shaladin pairings or Piladin pairings
- pairings prefered: Shidge/Shieth/Plance/Hidge/Kidge/Kallura/Hance/Keitor/Zaggar/Alluralance
- Basically ANY PAIRING
The question is...
When Charli XCX's "Boys" comes on the radio
AND
Hayley Kiyoko's "Girls like Girls" is about to play on shuffle on your phone...
WHAT DO YOU LISTEN TO????
(Based on an actual dilemma I had once)
Happy Halloween!!! 😈
Have my Galra-experiment Pidge! (Also might write a oneshot on this??? Maybe???)
Lotidge Ship Week: Day 6 - Human
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Things got better for them.
Sure, Allura's eyebrow would twitch at the sight of their entwined hands and Matt took it upon himself to give Lotor the whole "Big Brother" talk.
And Shiro wouldn't look at the pair of them altogether.
But they were happy. Pidge was glad to have someone who understood her as well as Lotor by her side. Lotor was elated to have finally found an equal in the Green Paladin.
Together, they made quite the fearsome pair.
All biting intelligence and stone-cold fury, the Empire was bound to get nervous. But no one, not any one of them, would've expected the Galran Empire's next move.
They attacked Earth.
A seriously pissed-off Voltron shut the whole operation down, of course. But the terror of what could've been still froze the marrow in their bones. To make matters worse, Earth had taken notice of the little skirmish on the edge of their solar system.
Discovered them.
Allura deciding that the best course of action would be to go down to the surface and try to explain the danger Earth was truly in.
Lance nearly cried with happiness.
Matt and Pidge were overjoyed at the prospect of seeing their mother again. Of coming home. But, there was one problem.
Lotor.
Not that he opposed the decision or anything. The Galran Prince was beyond eager to explore the world and woman that created his beloved little Paladin. No, the problem Lotor presented was very simple in nature.
He was purple.
With silver hair and Altean ears. It wasn’t as though Pidge disliked any of that, rather, she was worried that the government might be. And suddenly, all those nights binge-watching conspiracy theories seemed like a bad idea.
Curse the undeniable proof that Mothman existed!
“I don’t think you should come.” Pidge announced as the couple got ready for bed. The pair stayed up later than everyone else most days, usually due to each other’s company, so it only made sense for them rest at each other’s side as well.
No one else knew.
Which was just fine with the young couple. Everyone knew how late they could work, and therefore no eyebrows were raised when they would walk into the dining room with sleep still clinging to their eyes. Thinking that it was their projects beginning to catch up to them, when really they had just wanted to stay in the same bed for a little while longer. Stay in each other’s arms a moment longer.
Just for a moment.
“Why not? It’s only proper that I meet your mother, considering…” Lotor sent a not so discreet glance towards their shared bed. Littered with their projects and blueprints. Lotor’s side only slightly neater than Pidge’s. The young woman only rolled her eyes, opening her mouth to retort.
When Lotor took his shirt off.
Now…you’d think with the sheer number of times he’s slept in the same bed as her, Pidge would be used to such a sight. But no.
That wasn’t the case.
Good lord, and the look her gave her after stripping! Pidge had half a mind to throw her pillow at him just for that teasing little look. Her face a blushing red mess.
“WHA-We haven’t done anything and you know it!” Came her flustered screech. Trying to take her eyes off of Lotor. Away from his defined, toned stomach. Away from the smooth way his muscles moved underneath his skin. Away from the visible V-line of his hips peaking out from his grey sweatpants.
Obviously she succeeded.
“You don’t look like you’re too happy about that though~”
“L-Look! I’m just worried that humans will see you and-“ Pidge trailed off, Lotor having joined her on their bed. Toned, purple arms on either side of her. The Green Paladin’s heart thundering in her chest at the sight of Lotor’s face watching her underneath him. Sliver hair slipping off his back and onto her shoulders. Leaving ghosting imprints along her collarbones. That soft, soft look back on his face.
Then he changed.
Shifted his features in the same way Allura did. Lotor’s purple skin growing a warmer mocha color. His bright hair running the darkest shade of black Pidge had ever seen. Fangs retreating to a normal size. Ears loosing their sharp points. Eyes loosing their yellow nightlightish hue, but remained that same brilliant blue color.
Pidge nearly choked.
Lotor smiled. And though he may look human, that wolfish smile was still the same. Still sent shivers down her spine. And the smug Prince above her knew it. Lotor leaning down to kiss her with violet-turned-pink lips just like he always did. Pidge’s hands tangling themselves into his ink-black hair. His weight solidly pressing against her.
He laughed.
“See something you like Darling?”
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."
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.