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Lotidge Ship Week: Day 3 - Reconciliation

(yeah...these are all just going to go up within like 5 minutes of each other, sorry)

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Somehow, someway they got away.

But somewhere in between covering for the escaping slaves and getting the quiznack out of there…Lotor had gone silent. Pidge had kept him talking, awake, as they boarded and battled in the Green Lion. But now it was quiet.

Too quiet.

“Lotor! Lotor, answer me!” It took a mere flick of her wrist and a flutter of her fingers to set Green back on a course for the Castle.

Lotor sprawled out on the floor.

“Oh no. Oh no, no, no.” The words came out like knives in Pidge’s throat. Slashing the silence far too quickly. Gently as she could, she tuned Lotor face down. The wound coming into sight. The Galran Prince’s back a mess of blood.

A scream rising in Pidge’s throat.

Taking the meager, gauze-like cloth from the med kits within her Lion, Pidge pressed it against the shallow line of Lotor’s wound as hard as she could. Earning a hiss of pain from the Prince with his head in her lap.

“Lotor, can you hear me? Don’t you dare sleep on me!” Her voice sounded frantic, crazed. Even to her. But how could she not be? Oh God why?

Why did he do it?

Why did he do something so stupid? And for her no less! She…She had screamed at him. Thought he was some heartless monster. The things she thought about him…surely she was paying for them now.

Surely.

“…mmmft.” Was Lotor’s only response. Heart still strangling her throat, Pidge ripped open a pack of painkillers. Popping off the cap from one of the syringes with her mouth, she sunk it near Lotor’s wound.

Tears falling once more.

Pidge was positive his scream, his painful howl would never leave her mind. It would echo within the confides of her head. Tighten her throat. Make her heart clench. But that she could deal with. One way or another, she could shoulder those things.

What she couldn’t shoulder was the memory. The memory of that soft look he had given her ticks before everything went wrong. Why?

Why’d he do it?

- - -

She knew they had to talk.

To discuss what had happened. But everytime their gazes so much as met, Pidge just ran. Flight or fight at its finest. She knew she needed to apologize for endangering them and thank him for…

For saving her life.

But Pidge didn’t know how’d he react to something like that. Lotor had emerged from the healing pods into a less-reluctantly trusting group of people, and he seemed happy about that. Busy with all the newfound trust. Fitting, only a little awkwardly, into their crew. Seeing this,  Pidge knew it was now or never.

And she was hoping for never.

“Pidge.” Oh quiznack. She just jinxed herself, didn’t she? Turning around in one of the Castle’s hallways on her way to her lab, she met face to face with the Galran Prince himself.

Lotor.

He looked better at the very least, no blood anywhere. Her heart, despite herself, thundered in her chest. Ok. Ok, you can do this.

Just…apologize.

“Lotor I-“

“Pidge I-“

Their responses came at the same time. Their voices smacking together like clumsy vagabonds. But, at the very least, it eased Pidge’s frazzled nerves. Lotor pursing lips with something like embarrassment. Pidge getting the idea that maybe Lotor was as on edge as she was? Maybe? Hopefully?

Kind of?

“Ladies first.” Came Lotor’s voice after a shocked pause. He didn’t look upset. And Pidge decided to take that as reason to continue. Clenching her fists at her side.

Steeling herself.

“I…I think some apologies are in order here, a-and I just wanted to say th-“

“Pidge.” When? When had Lotor gotten so close? The Galran Prince was barely a breath away from her. Heck, she could even feel the coolness of his skin as he stared down at her. Body hovering a mere breath away.

That strange, soft look on his face.

But any words she might’ve said in surprise died in her throat as Lotor raised his hand. Long, purple fingers traced the line of her cheek. Only to tangle themselves into the short mess of amber curls on her head. Those focused, intense eyes staring at her like she was the only thing in the world.

Pidge’s heart nearly bursting.

No one had…had ever touched her like that. Especially not with that look. The Green Paladin felt a red flush rise to her face. He was close. Too close. Getting too close to how she felt abo-

His thumb brushed her lower lip.

Pushed down on it. Pidge could feel the sharp point of his finger. Her warm breath soft on his cold hand. Part of her screamed to run, but the other, more insistent, part of her wanted to stay.

To see what would happen.

God, she couldn’t get over that look on his face. All his sharp edges having softened into something almost…tender. But that was impossible! He couldn’t care about her like that. He…He…

He leaned down.

To her surprise, though Lotor’s skin was cool with his cold blood, his breath was warm. Warm on her mouth. Pidge nearly jolting at the feeling. Soft and fluttery and almost too much. Lotor smiled, still watching her with those focused eyes. His fangs glinting in the light.

“And what sort of apoligizes are you referring to?” Her heart shouldn’t be thundering like that. Nor should her face suddenly feel too hot for her to concentrate. Brain a jumbled mess of the sights and sounds and feelings Lotor seemed to cause her.

“Y-You saved me…t-the l-least I can do is thank you.” Pidge’s words were coming out just like she felt. Chaotically together and unfocused. Lotor raised a single eyebrow.

Somewhere between happy and ammused.

“And do you know why I did what did Pidge?” She wished he wouldn’t say her name like that. In such a way that it sent a wave of warmth over her skin. Especially when he moved his thumb across and off her mouth like that. Or when his other arm snaked its way around her waist. But, in all honesty, she did have an idea as to why the Galran Prince had acted so brashly.

An idea that made her weak in the knees and giddy with possibility.

“Shall I give you an explanation then?” His voice a purr. Low and velvety and warm. Long, white eyelashes fluttering down as he slotted their lips together. Pidge’s hands rushing to grip at the collar of his shirt.

Weak in the knees.

It wasn’t her first kiss per se, but it was definitely the best. With Lotor’s mouth soft and hypnotic against her own. Moving in ways that made her dizzy and, at the same never, never wanting him to stop. He made a sort of rumble in throat as he braced his fingers against her neck.

As if memorizing it.

Lotor almost kissed like he fought. Intense and purposeful. Tracing invisible symbols along her neck all the while and keeping that steady, grounded arm around her. But, as their tongues brushed and Pidge wrapped her arms around his neck, they couldn’t stay like this forever.

They needed air.  

So they broke apart, Lotor having, somehow, maneuvered her so that her back was supported against the walls of the Castle. But still he loomed over her. Soft, silver hair tickling her fingers as the pair looked at each other through their lashes. Half-lidded and reeling from what they had just done.

And, though Pidge was still very much red in the face, a wily little smirk began tugging on her lips. Kiss-drunk and elated. Curling, playful lips that Lotor was all-to eager to get back to. The feeling only increasing with her teasing, snarky voice made breathless from a single kiss purring into his ear.

“Nope...Sorry to say, but still don’t understand what you mean Lotad.”

He bristled.

“WHA-“

“Mind explaining it again?” The little minx, the Galran Prince thought as she pulled him down once more. Lotor mere putty in her small, freckled hands. This little Thief of Hearts...

Kissing him senseless like this.

Ok, Lotor but…

He acts like that Prince Charming guy from Shrek 2

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

(;;;o___o)/

Why does it cost me $12 to send my SAT and ACT scores and $15 to send my AP scores to colleges? It’s a digital score report how does it cost money? Where does this money go? Why do I need to pay MORE money for this in addition to the actual application fees which is in addition to my actual college tuition? I get that capitalism is necessary but why does it have to bleed so deeply into my education?

What it says on my college application: Personal interests include writing, reading, drawing, and literature/film analysis.

What I mean: I write fanfiction, I read fanfiction, I draw fanart, and I analyze the holy hell out of my books, movies, and TV shows to the point of maniacal obsession.

Me when I'm not home: omfg I have so much to do when I get home, and so many essays to write not to mention all the studying I have

Me when I get home: oh cool 115k word fic, lets read it all in one sitting

Lotidge Ship Week: Day 2 - Fight

Sorry guys, but applications are due soon, so Lotidge Ship Week entries might be a little late and have some weird mistakes. :( 

Curse you Princeton! Jk, please read my essays

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“No.”

“You can’t tell me what to do Shiro.” Scowling further, the Green Paladin sent a defiant glare at the Head of Voltron. The latter only crossing his arms as he tried to stare her down.

“I said no Pidge.” There it was again, that blankness to his look that made Pidge’s heart twist uncomfortably. That subtle detachment to her that made the young woman want to sock Shiro across the jaw, take Matt and Green, and book it for the hills.

“And I said I’m going.” Shiro was just about to open his mouth to refute her again, when a third, previously ignored voice broke through their tension.

“I could go with her.” Speak of the Devil. Or, more accurately, of the Galran Prince-turned-unwitting ally.

Prince Lotor.

He stood, leaning against the wall within their little lounge. Looking half-bored and half-frustrated. Oh great, as if Pidge wasn’t at the end of her patience already, Lotor just had to butt in.

“Oh come now Champion, you know as well as I do she’ll be killed on her own.” Lotor’s voice was all but a purr as he, very pointedly, looked over Pidge’s head at Shiro. Glossing over her with those brilliant blue eyes. 

The Black Paladin glaring right back.

“And who’s to say you’ll help her chances?”

“Well, unlike you Champion, I know these ships like the back of my hand. Not to mention the fact I’m just as much as a wanted criminal as you lot.” Pidge tried getting a word it, but the two just kept at it. 

“That’s not worth Pidge’s life.” Ok, that’s it! Pidge wasn’t going to deal with this…weird display of testosterone. She didn’t have time for this! Not right now!

Not when she found a lead on her dad.

So that’s why Pidge jumped up, strode over to Lotor, guns blazing, and grabbed his hand. Forcibly dragging a Galran Prince who was, at the very least, two feet taller than her, up and away from the Black Paladin.

Missing the look of surprise on Lotor’s face.

Shiro, naturally, called after them. But all his half-baked pleas fell on deaf ears. Pidge’s body feeling far, far too hot. A frustrated flush rising to her face and the tips of her ears. So, hand and hand with the Galran Prince, she set a course for their destination.

A Galran transport ship.

Said to hold the usual cargo. Weapons, quintessence, and mechanical supplies. But there was a unique addition to this particular ship. It was said that it was transporting a small group of especially intelligent slaves for some purpose Pidge would rather not think about. Made complete by a boosted security. So yeah.

She might need Lotor’s help.

“Going without your brother? How rebellious~” Ugh, she could practically hear the smirk in his voice. But she didn’t want Matt out there, in danger.

Not after everything he’s been through.

“Sit down and shut up before I make you.” Was all Pidge had the patience to grit out as she and Green left the Castle of Lions.

Familiar sparks dancing up her arm as she allowed herself to sink into the Green Lion’s cockpit. Ok. Ok. Breathe, you can do this. Pidge told herself, trying to calm down before anger made her stupid and reckless. Just breathe.

Breathe.

"Where are we going?" Oh quiznak. Clenching her jaw, Pidge turned her annoyed gaze toward Lotor. The latter raising a single white eyebrow at her. Pidge thought it over as she blocked the commutation Shiro was trying to send her.

"To find my dad." Pidge echoed as she turned back around. Watching as Green streamlined past stars and moons she didn't have the time to revel in.

She could hear the surprise in his voice.

"Your father? He's with the Empire?"

"Unwillingly yes." Pidge didn't even try to keep the bitterness out of her voice. God, look at her. Going around space in a magical giant metal lion with the son of her enemy riding shotgun. Had Pidge not been living that reality, she would've laughed.

Lotor remained silent.

Which was perfectly fine with Pidge. Give her a quiet Galran Prince over a talkative one any day. Because, like this, Pidge could actually think.

About a lot of things.

What was she doing? Disobeying Shiro’s orders? Rushing into the fray? God, she was beginning to act like Keith. But what if her dad was there, on that ship?

What if he wasn’t?

“-aladin! Paladin, I believe were getting close!” It was Lotor’s voice that brought Pidge out of her thoughts. And, with a jolt, she realized he was right. The Galran ship was quickly coming closer and closer into view. Pidge flying into action.

Quickly activating Green’ cloaking ability.

“Your lion has cloaking?” Lotor’s voice was closer, Pidge realized. He was standing behind her, arms braced against her seat. Leaning down to her level. Where, in her peripheral vision, she could see the silvery strands of hair flutter gracefully off his shoulder.

Pidge had half a mind to step on the breaks.

“Yes, so stay inside and wait for me.”

“No.”

The Green Paladin nearly groaned at the immediate sense of deja vu. Setting Green up to follow the transport ship while they climbed off board, Pidge pursed her lips.

Trying to stay calm.

“I didn’t ask you Lotor.” She glared up at him then. His gaze was steady, blue-yellow eyes focused and determined as he gazed at her. But there was something more to that look he gave her. Something that puzzled her.

That made her heartbeat flutter.

But only for a tick.

“And you didn’t ask me before grabbing my hand and jumping ship...Pidge.” With that, the strange look to Lotor’s eyes increased as he turned away to put on his helmet. Leaving Pidge’s mind reeling from…that look.

That soft, soft look.

- - -

But nothing stayed peaceful for long.

Her father wasn’t on the ship. But a Galran Commander was. So between the crushing weight of losing another lead on her father, the frantic efforts to protect the slaves that remained, and staying alive. Pidge was on the edge.

Wanting to throw herself off it.

“I thought you said your father was aboard this ship?!” Came Lotor’s frantic cry as they ducked for cover against a metal crate. Pidge hissed in pain as the cut on her thigh sang with pain. Dammit! It wasn’t supposed to be like this!

This wasn’t supposed to happen!

“I thought he was!” She screamed right back, launching right back into the fray after a moment’s rest. Running low to the ground as shots flew above her. But before the sentries could adjust their aim, Pidge lashed out.

Electrified Bayard swinging toward them.

A quick, jolt of electricity and they fell. Limp limbs of metal and wires on the floor. She could feel Lotor’s gaze on her. Burning her skin even through her armor. Pidge’s clenched fist and grip on her weapon turned near choking.

“You thought? You risked our lives on a mere guess? You fool!”

She turned toward him.

“I never asked you to come with me!” She must’ve looked like a mess, but Pidge couldn’t find it in herself to care. So what if Lotor saw the huge tears streaking down her face? She didn’t care.

Didn’t want to care anymore.

She just wanted her father back. Was that so wrong? Was that so hard for Lotor to understand? Looking at him, Pidge saw that strange, soft look return to his sharp features once more. His mouth parted. As if to say something. Pidge burning against his gaze, humiliated and frustrated.

She didn’t want his pity!

“Pala…Pidge, I-I didn’t mean to-“ Still looking at her, Lotor’s eyes widened. Freezing mid-sentence as he caught sight of something over her shoulder.  

Pidge’s blood running cold.

She turned, but not fast enough. The world grew noisy once more with the sound of gunfire. Pidge bracing herself for the worst.

But the worst never came.

It was Lotor. The enemy everyone was so hesitant about trusting. It was that Galran Prince that tackled her to the side, out of harm’s way.

At his own expense.

“AHHHGH!” Lotor howled, clutching his upper back. Purple skin sizzling from the heat of the blast. Cut into his body savagely. Blood already running down his back in deep, dark maroon rivets.

Drops of it dripping onto her armor. Their collided forms poorly hidden between a wall and another crate. His weight baring down on her smaller body. Silver hair brushing Pridge’s cheek as he loomed above her. Face pinched in pain.  But that soft look remained as he gazed down at her.

“P-Pidge…”

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.”

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In honor of coming up on 100 followers, I’m hosting a contest for all my followers. Both here and on Instagram. The rules and details are as follows.

Rules:

Must be following (here or on Instagram)

You can DM, Tag, or use the #potential100 to submit your entry. (For Tumblr, just tagging me is fine)

Must be a re-draw of anyone of the art posts I've made here or on Instagram

You can pick any post that features my OCs/Muses to re-draw in your own way. 

Work can be digital or traditional.

Color or no Color.

Lineart or Sketch

Criteria:

Interpretation

How you se this character?

Individual 

I’d love to see you own interpretation!

The time to summit is about one month. Starting from today (10/20) to 11/15 10:00 Pacific Standard Time. An now...on to the Prizes!

Prizes (no NSFW or Gore, sorry):

Ist Place:

Full-Body Commission.

Lineart and color.

Any Character.

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Hips-up Commission.

Lineart and color.

Any Character.

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Shoulders-up Commission.

Lineart and color.

Any Character.

I’m so excited and very thankful for this opportunity. I’m looking forward to your submissions and I'm still in shock over just how many people actually follow for my weird content.

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Svidge Week - Day 3: Space Hospital + Light Angst

(Also a potential scene in “Golden Madness”??? Y’all are getting all the spoilers!)

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His entire body felt heavy.

As if made by lead. He knew he needed to get up, to wake. But his body wasn’t having it.

Then he heard a voice.

“Jesus, still out cold huh?” It sounded familiar, that voice. But Sven’s head hurt too much to even place it at the moment.

A hand pressed against his forehead.

A small, comforting weight against his skin. Not exactly soft, but it was warm and welcoming. Sven stirred.

Finally opening his eyes.

The world was instantly too bright, the room so pure white it hurt his eyes. But the warm hand against head soon disappeared. Sven’s eyes eventually adjusting to the harsh light.

An angel standing before him.

Long, amber-colored hair that hung to her waist. Curling at the ends in odd, choppy ways. Pale, freckled skin that seemed to glow in the room’s bright light. Big golden eyes with long lashes looked up at him, surprised.

He couldn’t breathe.

“O-Oh…hey. Um…Sven, is it? How are you feeling?” With the way she looked at him, one would think that she felt he had all the answers.

But Sven didn’t even know the questions.

“I-I am Sven. Yes, I am the good.” I am the good? Stars above, Sven wanted to smack his head in frustration. The beautiful girl before him only raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“Well…that’s great. I’m Pidge, and you’re in a, sort of, hospital. Do you remember anything from yesterday?” She moved to his side, a white lab coat clinging to her slight, slender frame. A pale green sweater and black tights peaking out from underneath. Sven swallowed.

His throat dry.

“Yes, I think so. Slav, my partner, and I were investigating a strange ship and-“ A thought suddenly surfaced in Sven’s mind. Like a drowning man breaking over the surface of the water.

“You! You’re that-“

“The one who kinda hit you in the face with a grappling hook…” Pidge’s gold eyes fluttered away from him awkwardly, pink lips pursing. But when she looked back at him her eyes were soft, apologetic.

Sad in a way Sven couldn’t figure out.

“Sorry.” By now, Sven’s headache had eased somewhat. Recognizing that he was, indeed, in an infirmary of sorts. Wearing clothes that fit him eerily well.

Perhaps they were someone else’s?

Sven tried moving. Tried to sit up from his laying-down position on a narrow medical cot. But the tick he got so much as an elbow underneath himself-

Pain exploded within his chest.

“AGH!” Those warm, small hands were on him once more. Gently guiding him back down on the cot.

Gold eyes filled with worry.

“Woah! Woah, easy there Sven. Easy.” Had he not been in so much pain, he would’ve melted into such gentleness. But Pidge seemed to ready for this. Leaving his side for  only a tick to pick out two white pills and a glass of water.

“Here, it’ll help with your injury. But be sure to tell me if anything else hurts ok? You got shot in chest, you can’t just move around like that after something so dangerous! Jeez, the healing pods didn’t even know where to begin with you, it was so bad.” She was rambling. Sounding angry with him, but those eyes...Golden and lovely.

Soft with worry.

He took the pills and washed them down, with Pidge’s assistance. Unable to answer her in the face of such genuine worry. Laying him back to rest, she lingered by his side for a few more heart beats. Sven’s own heart thumping against his chest for the pretty, kind girl who threw a grappling hook at his face.

Completely enamored.

“What you did was crazy…but you saved Lance.” She let out a small, huffing laugh. Amber curls swaying unto his arm. Sven having half a mind to reach up and run his hand through that soft mass of curls. To touch that soft cheek dotted with freckles in such a way that they put the stars to shame.

Pidge smiled.

“So thank you.” She had such a lovely smile, and Sven could only respond with one of his own. Albeit a little breathlessly.

“Y-Yes, you are welcome Pidge.” Giving him one last, warm look, Pidge turned to leave. All while Sven could only stare at her small, retreating figure.

“Just call me if you need anything and try to get some rest.” She called over her shoulder, warm curls of hair streaming behind her. Sven watching her from his cot, the pills taking affect. Making his eyelids heavy, not with pain this time, but rather just welcoming sleep. But still Sven made an effort to watch Pidge walk out of the infirmary.

His heart in tow.

😉

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“Our lives are so hopelessly entangled in the choices of others, we can never have full control over our destiny or fate or purpose or whatever you want to call it. The choices we make define us, of course, but so do the choices of everyone around us whether we know them or not. ” - David Brown

This quote really goes well with what I have planned. With one choice the Voltron we knew changed.

● The Galra Guard never chose Matt instead Shiro. Matt and Shiro were never separated

● Keith didn’t drop out of the Academy and stayed to investigate inside what happened to Shiro.

● Lance was never in Keith’s class. Only knew about him from gossip and when he entered the academy

● Katie never entered the Academy since her mom needed her more but that didn’t stop her from finding the truth.

● Everything in Canon follows Shiro and Matt escape together, meet the academy gang who saved them, find the blue lion and meet Allura.

● Matt does not want to be a Paladin since he’s not over what the Galra did to him and that he just wants to go home. But he stays to find his father and when he does he’ll leave.

● Tension between Keith and Matt since Matt is valuing his father more then the mission.

Now Katie.

● News hit that 3 students went missing at the Garrison Hunk, Lance, and Keith. She investigates it and she finds videos of Shiro and Matt and the missing students escaping from the Garrison. Along with Shiro screaming Voltron.

● Katie still made that machine from ep1.

● Garrison still has the Galra ship and She decides she has to see what’s inside and see if she can get anything out of it.

● She tells her mom everything and tells her what she is about to do.

● Her plan goes well and she is able to get inside the ship but alarms go off and so with no choice left she actives the ships and the ship takes her into space towards a Galra ship base.

● Captured by the Galra she is taken to the rest of the prisoners and there she learns more about Shiro and her family.

Katie gets there about a few episodes before S2 ends. Katie fights in the area for months before Lotor makes his appearance. Yeah I made her the new champion inspired by Escape the Empire by Empress_Of_Edenia

Lotor

● Acxa is not one of his generals but a member of the Blade of Marmora

● So when he is appointed the Throne there is a celebration in his honor.

● One is a show between the greatest fighters on the Arena Katie vs. Some other Alien

● it’s a tough win but Katie manges and Lotor and his generals are impressed.

● Lotor gathers all info on her and wants her as one of his generals.

● So he strikes a deal with her. She refuses at 1st but when Lotor shows her father. He’s on a bed sick. He was working in one of the labs and got quintessence poisoning.

● If Katie joins him he will provide all the necessary medical treatment and more. Seeing no other way she agrees.

● Katie and the general become close and as well as Lotor.

● With Lotor wanting to be different from his father the colonies under his rule are reluctantly OK with him.

● Katie becomes known to the Galaxy since just because of her personality, inventions and her time as champion. She is well respected and maybe loved.

● She reminds the Empire of the last Empress. Taking inspiration from Golden Madness by potentiala

Notes. Lotor will marry her in order to get a stronger claim to the throne. His father is old and new blood must sit on the throne for the future of the Empire. Along with that he only sees her as the only person to be his Empress

Shiro knows who Katie is by Matt but though their interactions in fights and when they have to work together. He grows to care about her.

Keith and Axca are siblings

That’s all I have for now. I hoped u liked it!

Svidge Week - Day 2: Sven’s Reality + Angst

(Might also be a scene in “Golden Madness”??? So???)

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Sven was nervous.

I mean, sure, he was willing to risk his life for the Guns of Gamora…but this?

This was madness.

Here he was, just an adverage member, on his way to meet THE HEADS of the Guns of Gamora themselves. The fabled Prince and his brilliant wife. The lakers of this great rebellion wanted to personally meet him.

And Slav.

“Just relax Sven, the Prince and his Princess in this reality are known to be 78% more merciful than in any other reality.” Sadly, even Slav’s universal probabilities did nothing to soothe Sven’s frazzled nerves as they walked through the last door to their meeting place.

Thus began the wait.

And no amount of shifting his weight or fidgeting did anything to ease the nervousness spinning in Sven’s stomach. Had they done something wrong? Was the Prince displeased with their performance? Were they g-

“Sorry for the wait!” Sven perked up at the sound of a voice, female but gruff. And a daintier, happier sound. Bells and bangles, he supposed.

Then he saw her.

And she made Sven’s knees go weak. He wanted to collapse onto the floor, but he was so taken by her appearance, Sven couldn’t look away. She simultaneously made him weak in the legs and heart pound in ways nothing ever had before.

She was gorgeous.

Small and pale and freckles all over her soft skin. A slender, toned frame that a pure white catsuit clung to. A laboratory official’s uniform, Sven dimly recognized. The only difference being the small, pale green shawl wrapped around her delicate shoulders. Everything about her seemed so…small and pale.

Except her presence.

She descended from the high staircase with the greatest amount of dignity and grace Sven had ever seen. Her gait posed and purposeful in every way. Seeming to radiate authority.

Gold, belled anklets ringing with every step.

Shining, golden bangles sparking on her wrists.

Her face came into clearer view, and Sven nearly started at it. Make no mistake, her features were as lovely as the rest of her.

But horribly scarred.

Her right eyelid appeared to have been sliced mercilessly, but it had, miraculously, healed enough to where it only left very harsh scars along her freckled skin.

Her eye, however, was another matter.

It had been removed completely in favor for a cybernetic one that appeared to operate just like the other eye. Sven, though, was no stranger to scars. But on her…they seemed almost cruel.

And she seemed proud of them.

Wearing the slashes along her right eye like badges of honor. As if a testament to her life. And it suddenly made this small woman seem larger than life.

Her hair the color of fire.

No wait…maybe? Not quite fire, but not quite orange either. A color Sven had never seen before. So warm and startling against the pale colors of skin and clothes, it was nearly as jarring as the slashes across her face.

But it looked so soft.

Long and curling to her slim waist. Pitch-black eyelashes, on both eyes, fluttered over to him to meet his eyes.

Sven nearly jolting.

Her remaining, human eye was the same bright gold as her bangles and anklets. Bright and warm and sharp with intelligence and purpose. Red lips curled up invitingly against the soft green markings under her eyes.

Pointed ears adored with long earrings.

“You must be Sven, it’s nice to finally meet you.” And there she was, standing right in front of him. One of the most beautiful Alteans he had ever seen. Sven had been right.

She was short.

Even with the heels.

But still, he grasped her outreached hand as respectfully as he could. Trying not to think about the callouses on the tips of her fingers or the softness of her skin.

Or the sweat coating his palms.

Their hands parted from each other in a way that almost hurt. He must’ve continued to stare at her, despite his best efforts. Face flushing red. But how could he not? It was impossible not to gaze upon such a bright little creature like her.

A woman who smiled like a defibrillator.

“L-Likewise Ms…?”

“Oh! It’s Pidge. Just Pidge is fine.” Pidge laughed, waving those small hands of her’s in front of her as if to swat away any formalities. Sven rolled the name off his mouth.

Pidge.

He liked it.

“So do you know why you were called here Sven?” Her tone now serious, her gold eye boring into his gray ones. Sven stood up straighter. Right. He was meeting the Guns of Garmora’s Prince and Princess. 

"No ma'am." Her red lips gave a little twitch at the title, but she turned away from him all the same. Breaking that entrancing eye contact.

Looking towards Slav.

“But I'm guessing you have an idea as to why?" Slav didn’t even wait a tick. Closing two pairs of his arms and puffin out his chest proudly. 

"Of course! For instance there is a 28% percent chance that in this reality you are here to kill us."

“Only 28%? I must be getting soft in the other realities then!“ Good Stars above that teasing smile on her face would be the death of him. Slav, however, took to comment as a grave offense. His large eyes narrowing in a near comical way. Shrieking his protest. 

“Yes! ‘Only 28%’, are you doupting me?”

“Are you threatening my mate?”

Sven looked towards the new voice.

From the top pf the staircase was none other than the Prince himself. Founder and leader of the Guns of Gamora. One of the last Galrans alive.

Prince Lotor.

He truly was as fearsome as they said. Purple skin with yellow-azure eyes. Short silver hair trimmed just above his neck. Red markings, like bloodied cuts on his cheeks. With face full of sharp, chiseled angels that made him all the more intimidating.

Earrings dangling from his pointed ears.

As the Prince decended from the stars, Sven suddenly felt small. Dressed in black and metal plates, the Prince left no room to question his authority. Taking away all the oxygen in the room with his mere presence. His long, red-violet cape snapping behind him like a serpent as he glared at Slav.

“I’ll repeat myself one more time, were you threatening my mate?” Curling his lips back, Lotor snarled at Slav. The latter quickly hiding behind Sven. Shaking his head left and right vigorously. The Prince relaxing.

Sven’s heart having long since stopped.

Mate?

He couldn’t…

There was no way…

“Easy Pretty Boy, Easy…” Pidge laughed like the bells on her ankles. Bright and cheerful with that gruff voice of her’s. Walking over to Lotor, slipping her hand in his.

Pulling him down for a kiss.

The Prince’s eyes fluttered shut above Pidge as he reached for the shawl around her shoulders. All his remaining tension disappearing under Pidge’s care. Lips moving together in habitual sync. Slipping the green shawl off her body to reveal bare, smooth shoulders.

A bite mark like scar on one of them.

There was a noise Sven couldn’t place, in his head perhaps? A sort of mournful wailing. Dimly, Sven remembered the lessons about the near-extinct Galran race that the Guns of Gamora’s Generals had taught him, back when he had first enlisted.

“Galrans mate only once…”

They pulled away, the Prince’s eyes dreamy as he stared down at the small, smiling woman with the gold eye and scarred face.

Love in every feature.

“They chose a single mate who they trust to stay by their side…Marking them with a scar.”

“You’ll be the death of me Katherine.” But Lotor smiled as he said this, voice low and purring. Arms moving to wrap around Pidge’s slim waist. But she only rolled her mismatched eyes and smacked his shoulder.

Still smiling.

“Hush! We have work to do, you crazy thing.” She finally, finally looked back at Sven. Love lighting every single one of her beautiful, scarred features. Love.

Love for Lotor.

“They are then bound to each other. Never to leave, never to betray one another…”

“Sorry about that Sven, this guy,” At this, Pidge elbowed Lotor in the side. “He’s a handful.”

Sven couldn’t answer. He was a grown man drowning on dry land. His throat felt like it was stuffed with towels. Tongue dry and heavy in his jaw as he watched the Galran Prince and his wife smile softly at one another.

“Ah…so this is the reality that the Princess is the Galran Prince’s mate…” Slav murmured absentmindedly, coming out from his hiding space behind Sven.

While Sven could only smile.

“It’s alright.”

Like ripping his own heart out.

Zethrid could punch me in the face and I'd say thank you 😊

It’s hard being on the side of the coalition when a hot galra woman is handling the galra canon

Svidge Week - Day 1: Soulmates + Angst

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“Its an alternate reality!”

He couldn’t breathe. How could he? This…small woman before had nearly killed him.

This small woman from his dreams.

Believe him, he knows it sounds crazy, but its true. Sven was born at an Altean rehab center. Meant to house potential ‘workers’ for the Altean Empire. He lived there with his parents until he was 13. His life there had been restrictive and monitored, but he had his family.

He had been happy.

Before his mild-mannered parents were killed for being ‘physically inferior’ and a ‘long-term unreliability’. After that…Sven had nothing.

And then the dreams started.

Blurry and unfocused at first, the dreams were all Sven could cling to. But they were enough.

She was enough.

The dreams seemed to be from another life altogether. Another life more peaceful and wonderful than the only one Sven has ever known. This woman in green had been different though.

Happier.

In Sven’s dreams they had lived somewhere wonderful. With green, lush grass and the sun bright and warm. So much unlike his life before joining arms with the Guns. It had been a simpler life. Where the pair of them had lived side by side. Grew up together.

But in the dreams she had always been smiling. Usually at him. Other times at inventions her nimble fingers often crafted in her spare time. Brilliant in every way. Her expression so carefree and sparkling, Sven could hardly bare to look at her. Sven used to…used to think that they might’ve been together.

Been in love.

Even now, if Sven thought about it, he could almost smell the scent of her hair from that long ago life. Or the feel of her hands, small and callous from typing, around his own. Even the look of her lips, soft and pink, had Sven’s own almost moving in a phantom memory. Memories.

The only thing Sven could cling to.

He had joined the Guns of Gamora with the hope of avenging his parents and the…very fragile hope of meeting the beautiful girl with the golden eyes. And whose to say he couldn’t? Anything was possible.

Right?

Sven had wanted to find that beautiful girl from his dreams and ask her why he couldn’t get her out of his head. Why she haunted him in such a lovely way. Both in that other life and in this one. Memories of her clinging to him like a drug, a ghost. Could they…?

Could they come together once more?

But no, the look in her eyes proved otherwise. The small woman in green before him may have those same burning, brilliant gold eyes. Those same warm, soft strands of hair around her face. Those same sparkling little freckles all over her skin like kisses. This small woman that had nearly taken his head off, may look like his dear love from another life.

But she wasn’t.

❤️❤️❤️

Happy #MuslimWomensDay 2017!!

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If these girls can kick my butt, then they deserve some pretty cool outfits 😘

Giving off those Empress vibes if you all know what I'm saying ;)

Deepika Padukone in and as Padmavati 

When you've re-written the same chapter 6 times and just want to end it all

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…

Now I raise @olkarianprincess , @dadboyshiro , and @shidgelion to do the same <3

@galacticlee yes, just YES until the end of time girl.

A Shidge Playlist Because...Reasons

Might do a Lotidge one after this??? Maybe???

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“Human” - Gabrielle Aplin: Because I feel this song really fits their dynamic

“Say You Won’t Let Go” - James Arthur: Love at first sight, nuff said.

“Garden” - Halsey: Some of the rougher points of their dynamic???

“Bite” - Troye Sivan: Shidge gettin’ all close (wiggles eyebrows)

“Oh, Ms. Believer” - Twenty One Pilots: Just Shiro comforting/thinking about everybody’s favorite Green Paladin.

“Run Away With Me” - Carly Rae Jepsen: LET THEM HAVE FUN OK???

“Brave Enough” - Lindsey Sterling ft. Christina Perri: Because these two have a lot of issues to deal with before they can come together tbh…

“This Love Came Back To Me” - ???: They did come back to each other, despite all the odds against them.

“So Much” - RAGHAV: Pidge being a BAMF

“What About Us” - P!nk: What’s next for them after the war?

 “Devil Side” - Foxes: Kuron/Pidge anyone??? Jk, I meant to say that I feel that this really sums up Pidge’s feelings on who Shiro had to become to survive under the Galra.

“Not Alone” - Red: Give Pidge love, she needs some love.

“Porcelain” - Skott (AWAY Remix): Because Shiro cannot have not thought about who Katie was and who Pidge is.

“Walk Through The Fire” - Zayde Wolf: Ride or die, just like that.

“Sink Or Swim” - Tyrone Wells: Love + War = Recipe for Tragedy

“Lucky Ones” - Lana Del Ray: Everything has gone wrong, but you’re still the only thing that feels right. 

“I Forgive You” - Sia: We’ll get them back, together.

“Perfect” - Ed Sheeran: Love at first sight again BECAUSE ITS PURE OK???

“Gravity” - EDEN: He couldn’t help but think of her while under the Galra,and in that way…she haunted him.

“Sweater Weather” - Max and Alyson Stone: Can we cuddle? Let’s cuddle. 

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What are your favorite ship songs???

A Shidge Playlist Because...Reasons

Might do a Lotidge one after this??? Maybe???

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“Human” - Gabrielle Aplin: Because I feel this song really fits their dynamic

“Say You Won’t Let Go” - James Arthur: Love at first sight, nuff said.

“Garden” - Halsey: Some of the rougher points of their dynamic???

“Bite” - Troye Sivan: Shidge gettin’ all close (wiggles eyebrows)

“Oh, Ms. Believer” - Twenty One Pilots: Just Shiro comforting/thinking about everybody’s favorite Green Paladin.

“Run Away With Me” - Carly Rae Jepsen: LET THEM HAVE FUN OK???

“Brave Enough” - Lindsey Sterling ft. Christina Perri: Because these two have a lot of issues to deal with before they can come together tbh…

“This Love Came Back To Me” - ???: They did come back to each other, despite all the odds against them.

“So Much” - RAGHAV: Pidge being a BAMF

“What About Us” - P!nk: What’s next for them after the war?

 “Devil Side” - Foxes: Kuron/Pidge anyone??? Jk, I meant to say that I feel that this really sums up Pidge’s feelings on who Shiro had to become to survive under the Galra.

“Not Alone” - Red: Give Pidge love, she needs some love.

“Porcelain” - Skott (AWAY Remix): Because Shiro cannot have not thought about who Katie was and who Pidge is.

“Walk Through The Fire” - Zayde Wolf: Ride or die, just like that.

“Sink Or Swim” - Tyrone Wells: Love + War = Recipe for Tragedy

“Lucky Ones” - Lana Del Ray: Everything has gone wrong, but you’re still the only thing that feels right. 

“I Forgive You” - Sia: We’ll get them back, together.

“Perfect” - Ed Sheeran: Love at first sight again BECAUSE ITS PURE OK???

“Gravity” - EDEN: He couldn’t help but think of her while under the Galra,and in that way…she haunted him.

“Sweater Weather” - Max and Alyson Stone: Can we cuddle? Let’s cuddle. 

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What are your favorite ship songs???

*screams in Golden Madness*

Does anyone else have that one fanfiction that they’re dying to to write but it’s like, mega long and basically a whole universe, and then you’ve got head-cannons to go with that fanfiction and like fanfiction to go with that fanfiction an back-stories for every character and you get frikin’ feels about that universe and it’d be the most coolest thing if you could just be bothered to frikin’ write it.

*cracks knuckles*

Did someone say...ANGST???

2017 Svidge Celebration Prompts!

Day 1 (October 13th) - Soulmates

Day 2 (October 14th) - Sven’s Reality

Day 3 (October 15th) - [Space] Hospital

Any Day - Angst

Tag @svidgecelebration or use #vldsc2017 and #svidgecelebration2017 so we can reblog your posts! The prompt “Angst” can be used for any day (by itself or in combination with another prompt/request). Requests can also be used as prompts!

lana del rey’s born to die + album posters part I (pt. II)

#when you’re staring at bae and he catches you looking

OH GOD I NEARLY DID AN ALL-NIGHTER TO GET THIS DONE!!!

So after AO3 deleted more than HALF of this Chapter, I decided to step up and re-write it all. I apologize if it may not be the best, but I do cover some very important questions and topics.

Like how Season 3 kicked Golden Madness’s butt and just how complicated things are going to get. Along with even more questions.

Special thanks to @coffee-your-teapot for helping me with some points of confusion. 

As usual I’d like to tag my wonderful readers @olkarianprincess @lotidge @galacticlee @risingpheonix527 @strugglingtoast and @thechocolateobssessed-blog-blog so that they can witness the utter chaos I’ve created.

Love you guys!!! 

I can not fucking deal with how funny this video actually is.